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hydrobarb · 1 year

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☆ genshin men pp head canons but i slowly get more unhinged

first post lmfaoo, i’m not the best at writing, keep that in mind

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gn-ish reader, they have a hole and it is used.

warnings: shower/bath sex, rut (gorou, tighnari, zhongli), face sitting, size kink..? some r inexperienced, cockwarming, sir kink, slight voyeurism? roleplay, knifeplay n blood (childe), shibari, praise, degrading, temperature play?blowjobs, some r also touched starved, some sensitive. spelling & grammatical errors

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includes: kaveh, itto, thoma, gorou, aether, baizhu, alhaitham, ayato, tartaglia, cyno, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, scaramouche/wanderer, heizou, tighnari, xiao, zhongli, dottore, pantalone, capitano, dainsleif

kaveh

not too large, not too small (14.99 cm/5.9 in) nothing will convince me that he’s not submissive. his tip is probably a pretty brownish pink (#c27c89) pretty sensitive as well, could cum (#faf8ed) from just the slightest touch of your fingers. luvs being overstimmed, sometimes he has you over just to spite al haitham.. he knows al haitham can hear him, so.. let’s consider this revenge.

itto

mans huge. 20 cm (7.8 in) AT LEAST. i mean he’s a fucking oni.. tip is like a beige-pink type color (#ffa899) uhhh he probably has a prety vein going up the side of his cock (#c1b2eb) he also probably has a fucking prince albert piercing, one that vibrates maybe.. def has a size kink, he just loves seeing ur face twinge in pain when he thrusts into you, by the time he’s spilling his cum into you you’re in tears, head thrown back and scratching his back in pain.

idk abt him tho

thoma

either a soft dom or plain submissive, loves pleasing you but also loves being spoiled if he had a long day,,, idk maybe a switch tbh… around 6.8 inches, pink!! he’s pink i love pink and i love him #ff87a1 probably,,, well trimmed, i mean i can see him having an entire skincare routine, my little princess frrrr….. sensitive nipples, probably just touch starved in general. secretly likes being degraded

gorou

bark bark. 14 cm (5.5inches) he def whimpers. i want to say its pink but it’s probably more on the beige side (#e6aea3) i dont rlly have much to say abt him, he likes biting……. begs, whines and more whimpers when he’s ina rut, a cutie indeed

aether

pent up 100%, been in teyvat for god knows how many years and bro has not felt the touch of a woman since beidou’s hangout event. 7 inches exactly, pretty pink #f5a9a9, he probably whines and groans cause he’s a cutie patootie probably likes being praised

baizhu

physically cannot be rough with you he will most likely collapse. likes being beneath you, can sub but prefers being dominant (he’s the doctor, he should be caring for you.) he’s a nice size, 7.2 inches. probably has messy handwriting bc he’s lettin u suck him off under his desk/j.. anyways he’s like a pink but like?? idk #b57f83. slutty moans, he’s super loud i bet. when he’s subbing he loves geting his hair pulled

ALHAITHAMMMMMM

my man fr. i love the idea of him being submissive but i’d heavily doubt he would ever sub… anyway he’s probably into being called sir. trims when he feels like it. i want to say he’s a virgin so badly. 7.4 inches at most, i hc him as more tan than he actually is but anyways tip is brown#947e76 pretty brown tho (brown is one of my fave colors) can be rlly rough or rlly gentle, it depends. would be opposed to the idea of letting u suck him off while he’s reading but eventually lets you (he had to bookmark where he began reading so he could reread it, he was too distracted) IF HE DID SUB HE WOULD WHIE,PR AND DEFINTIELY BE LOUD ENOUGH TO BE HEARD EVEN IF YOU WORE HIS HEADPHONES (poor kaveh) sensitive nipples, whines and furrows his eyebrows when you lick them.

ayato

tease. 17.9 cm (7inches exact) now he’s definitely pink and nothing can convince me otherwise, probably a light pink too like #947e76,, like alhaitham,he can be rlly rough or rlly gentle. he breathes heavily and groans, probably into shibari and degrading…. quickies in his office, maybe cockwarming if he feels up to it

ajax

……. he’s probably into some werid shit (no offense) like knifeplay n blood,, i mean he loves sparring so much, so why not incorporate it into sexy time in some way? yk his skill? yea he holds that thing up to ur throat when hes fuckin u (if ur not into that he wont do it ofc bc he actually cares abt u) rough if he had a long day n is super impatient, but slow if he just wants to break you. he loves blowjobs most of the time he’s near fully clothed and yourcompletely naked but if u beg him enough he’ll undres,, he has scars on his chest, and freckles bc cutie… i forgot to put this but he’s probably 7-7.2 inches, #de97a7.

cyno

he’s pretty. probably into roleplay (predator/prey type thing.. personally i’m not but i feel like he is) he’s a nice size.. (6.9 inches) (funny number on purpose.) browm tip #9c7868, really pretty when he fucks u, eyebrows furrowed n biting his lip hard enough he might draw blood. also loves teasing you when he gets the chance, loves hearing you beg, you’re adorable to him.

diluc

human heater!!! hngh i need him. HE loves being called sir…. won’t admit it. he’s big but doesn’t know, bet he’s inexperienced. his tip is literally almost red, #9c7868. either a rough dom, gentle dom, or whiney sub. if u do top him, tease him whenever you get the chance and he’ll go almost as red as his hair n deny everything despite it being true. adelinde always gets a lil suspicious when u come over… but off the topic of that, he rlly enjoys doing it in the shower/bath. it’s warm (orcold), it’s wet, and he’s with you. what more could he want? you have fucked in the tavern after it closed, and you probably will not do it again. (you got a few splinters.)

kaaaaeeeya!!!

he’s like,, really cold. it’s surprising. feels good tho, for the both of you. he’s really loud as well, and despite him being louder than you he shoves his fingers in your mouth to shut you up,, maybe you’ll have to give him something to gag on. anyways he’s like around 7.1 inches, tip is a nice deep pink #ad6d78. looooves cockwarming, like literally you’re warming hiim up because his body temperature is…… quite freezy! tease, praise, degrading, all of it. dom but will sub if you edge him enough (grinding on his thigh, palming him, or just denying him of his orgasm plenty)

kazuha

he’s gentle, look me in the eyes and tell me this man could be rough with you. 5.9 inches, always making sure you’re okay before continuing. he loves hearing you moan his name, he manages to say yours as well between whimpers. you rarely have anywhere to do it other than the storage room in the crux, so sometimes you just gotta stay at the wangshu inn and pray nobody heard. no edging because he’s not mean but he does prepare you good, overstims you with permission. loves when you praise him, and he knows you love it when he praises you.

ok. scaramouche.

he is definitely a bratty sub. no words you speak can change my mind, he’s a slut. he’s so bratty until he’s in your mouth, whining, whimpering, gripping the sheets and tears forming in the corner of his eyes. he’s crying at how good it feels, how he wants to feel more of you, he’s barely able to form proper sentences after you just sucking him off, so now you wonder what he’d be like with him being deep inside you. he’s 7 inches, prety pink-beige tip as well (#f0b2a3). hairpulling is a yes. he just loves you so much, play with him some more and he bets his little puppet brain will turn into mush.

heizou!

pretty! i love the moles under his eyes aaaa…. he’s a nice size like kazuha, just a tad bit bigger (6.8), deeper pink, #d9626f. he loves teasing you so much, but he also loves being teased by you. when he’s not the dominant one he breathes heavily, some soft moans escape him. but when he is the dominant one, he’ll ensure he’s fucking you good. he’ll ask ‘does this feel nice?’ knowing it does by the way you’re almost crying on him.

tighnari!

submissive. 5.8 inches will probably bite his lip in attempt to shut himself up, but to no avail. loves when you bite his ears, they will twitch and it’s adorable. he’s just so cute. when he’s in a rut he’s so much louder. more whimpering and more of not knowing where the hell to put his hands. on your hips? your chest? your ass? fuck, he’s confused but he wants more, he wants to feel more of you. pretty light pink! #ff919e!

xiaoo

he’s inexperienced but he tries his best to be the dominant one, shaky breaths and moans escape his mouth. he tries to be gentle with you because, well, you’re a mortal and he’s an adeptus, you would be surprised how rough he can get. will make out with you while fucking you, and will happily let you sit on his face. he’s 7 inches, #e09e96. he cums super quick, 100% making sure to pull out (unless instructed to do otherwise)

ZHONGLI.

okay. he’s big. he’s a fucking archon, he’s 8 inches at LEASTT. yknow that pattern on his arm? yeah i like to think that’s on his dick too. tip is #d9b750, cause yk his arms.. he loves you, he wouldn’t want to hurt you but when you’re just begging him to be rough with you, to do whatever the hell he wants to you.. how could he resist? you’re the one asking him.. so.. he’ll let it slip this once. you don’t regret your words when the lower half of your body is hanging off of the bed, him manhandling you while the only thing you can do is bury your head into that pillow and let those pretty tears escape your eyes. he lets out literal feral moans and grunts, you think this is what he’s like when he goes into a rut, but.. ppfft, you underestimate him.

dottore my bbg

he’s probably like,, 7.4 inches? idk he looks big and i want him in me. doesn’t care for trimming himself, but does it anyway. the mask stays on. it only stays on because he doesn’t want you to see that blush on his face, he looks so vulnerable.. has you bent over on his desk to make sure you don’t see him bite his lip, he wants to be so much more vocal with you.. but he’d rather spare himself the embarrassment of letting you see that side of him. he doesn’t wanna give you something to tease him for; he’d rather be the one degrading and teasing you. oh, but trust me, when he’s submissive he can’t do shit. he tries to degrade you but that only leads to you slowing your hand down, moving your face away from his neck to stop kissing him. he chants the words ‘i’m sorry’ like a madman, so you decide to be nice and go a little faster, giving him a quick peck on the lips before he makes a mess of your hand.

pantalone

he’s pretty big as well, and he spoils you. buys you expensive toys just to make you cry. if you help him out in some way, he’ll be sure to reward you. lets you ride him, prefers you be in control. but once you’ve done it enough and he knows what you like, he’ll help you out. who would he be to deny? some sort of monster, that’s for sure. you’re perfect to him, following him around because you don’t know where you’re going. maybe if you tease him a little during a meeting with the other harbingers he’ll get rough with you afterward. that normal smile replaced by a smug look at how easily he can put you in your place.. he’ll never get enough of you.

capitano

he’s giant. like, in height and his cock. you were intimidated the first time you fucked, but with enough lube it ended up working out and you did not regret it. he was rough, your brain was dumbed down to putty, and the only thing running through it was just capitano.. the mask did stay on, yes.. but, he was still hot. maybe the next time you’d make him take it off. and you did. you saw his pretty eyes, his soft looking lips and the whole of his straight, black hair. he was a pretty guy.. he and you were both louder because you could actually see each other. (he could see you but not all that well.)

dainsleif

he’s always so unsure, tense, nervous, stuttering and just hot (temperature wise.) oh, but once you grind against him he immediately cums. he was embarrassed at how he just came in his pants because of you. he tries hiding his face but that didn’t work, you just grabbed his chin and looked him in the eye. his face was red.. he’s just too cute! all flustered, all messy and embarrassed.. all because of you. 6.8 inches, it’s def pink and i give up on hex codes.

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aech1gwen · 10 months

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Happy Birthday, Miles!

A short and late birthday story for Miles inspired by my recent post about Miles and Gwen. (Please forgive me for any writing errors, I have not written fanfiction for almost a year now so I might edit this out along the way as I notice any grammatic errors while rereading.)

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In a familiar rooftop where she had met both the older Morales's, Gwen nervously paces around waiting for her boyfriend to arrive, her heart drumming a fast rhythm as she rethink this whole surprise. Yesterday evening, she had shared this idea with Mrs. Morales who of course, had wholeheartedly supported it and even thanked her for being such a caring lover for Miles. And now, she can't help be more anxious about Miles's reaction.

She knows she shouldn't pressure herself, besides who was she kidding, this is Miles Morales that she's thinking about. The sweetest and kindest man she had known her entire life, a man with the purest of heart who without hesitation would risk himself for others. Gwen knows that anything she gives him is something he'll cherish for on and on. Which is why, she wanted to give him an evening dedicated to just the both of them, an evening where they can lay under the stars and just be Miles and Gwen instead of Spider-Man and Spider-Woman.

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In the early sunrise that day, Miles was woken up by the softest melody from a piano being played in his dorm. It was one he didn't recognize, a lovely lullaby of piano keys played together that he could tell was professionally and gracefully played. With how gratifying the music was, Miles had almost fallen back asleep until he realizes that he doesn't have a piano in his dorm and Ganke doesn't play one..

So how in the?

He begins sit up from his bed, carefully listening to music while slowly reaching up to the door then finally hears words, lyrics rather being sung and he had immediately recognized that comforting and gentle voice.

I never thought you'd be the one / To hold my heart / I never knew I'd think of you / Each time that we're apart.

Gwen? Miles peeks outside his dorm room to find his lovely girlfriend gracefully playing a massive piano (how it got there? he'll have to ask later) with her sitting down with her eyes closed but her body facing towards Miles's room. He stares in marvel at the scenery in front of him, completely awestruck with how captivating and pretty she looks playing and singing a the same time. He steps closer to her hoping to get a better hearing and look. The girl smiles in recognizing the boy's footsteps but she doesn't open her eyes yet, her fingers pressing on to the black and white keys with so much grace.

Each Day / I'll be the one missing your face / And all that you are / Save me / I promise I'd stay here by your side / And I know from the start.

Then as she begins to play the chorus she opens her eyes only to be greeted by a lovestruck Miles Morales, beaming at her breathtaking little concert and carefully listening to the lyrics. Their eyes met and Miles's smile grew even more as his heart beats to the slow rhythm of the piano. He hummed along with her and she continues on to sing softly whilst Miles just stares and listens. Her eyes fall back to the piano when she finally hits the last chorus. The dorm becomes a stage in the eyes of the birthday boy, he is the audience and she is the performer, the art, the star.

Miles is more focused on the lyrics and the unfamiliar song. Had Gwen recommended this to her yet? Or is it an original piece? Whatever the answer is, Miles felt that she was not merely singing for him but for everything they are.

When you're here I realized / I'll be the one to testify / Baby / Say that you're mine tonight.

Gwen had ended the song with one last key, looking back at the young man who had stars in his eyes and a gentle smile on his lips, she beams back at him chuckling at how adorable he looked. "Happy Birthday, Miles." she whispers in the most loving way imaginable.

Ignorant on his surroundings, he flinched at the shout of a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" from behind him, now noticing the other people in the room carrying a little SpiderMan cake with candles lit up. A soft laughter produces out of Gwen at Miles's reaction while he examines them all and saw that both his close friends from the Spider Society and his family had all gathered up here today to surprise him with big smiles on their faces and presents on their hands. He instantly began to burst into tears his mom runs over to embrace him whilst peppering kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

He started to thank everyone for being here with him on his birthday especially his Spider friends. Hobie comes up to him and greets him with a pat on his head, telling him that it was Gwen's idea to have everyone come over and celebrate with Miles for his 16th birthday. "I thought you'd love the idea of having them all with you on your special day," Gwen clarifies, finally standing up from the piano to stride closer to Miles, "they are important to you after all." she finishes.

Miles smiles adoringly at her while also taking in on what she's wearing now that she has stood up fully for him to admire her clothing. "Thank you so much, mi preciosa. You look very gorgeous in that dress, it suits you a lot." Miles compliments, taking Gwen in to give her a massive hug after he was done admiring her look. A moment later, they head back to the Morales's apartment and had started to celebrate. Miles glances around to see his other relatives on the rooftop with magical decorations that drove Miles to burst into tears again. They really had planned this so well. This was most definitely his best birthday yet.

With his spider friends all dressed in casual clothes to blend in with the crowd while thel had the time of their lives, his parents and relatives coming to him to greet and blab short about how he's matured so much, his mom embarrassingly taking out baby photos of hin to show to his friends as he tries to stop her (he failed), and how Gwen had went with him to his Uncle Aaron's burial to pay respect. The sky becomes dark and his friends had decided to call it a night going back home to their dimensions.

Gwen had also excused herself but explained that she'll be right back to grab something from her dimension. She gives Miles a quick peck on the lips and leaves in a rush which brought in a doubtful look on Miles. While waiting for Gwen, he used his time to spend it with his parents chatting about his life as Spiderman and that even though they were terrified of the responsibility and danger, they were proud of him for trusting them and being honest with them.

And honestly, Miles was content with what he has.

After the events of what transpired, he had become more confident about himself. Sure, it did take a while to bring back into his spirit when Miguel had ruined him so badly on both his mental and physical health, but he has his loved ones who had wholeheartedly supported his decisions and everything that he is.

Of course, it also did take a period of time for him to trust his friends again. Gwen had almost.. almost fallen to her fate like the other Gwen Stacy's. Miles will never forget the day she had suddenly said goodbye and "I'm sorry." out of nowhere making Miles worried when she ran off over to the Green Goblin. Hobie had thankfully warned him about the destiny and tragic deaths of every variants of Gwen which that made him manipulate the canon events in order to save her.

.....just in time..

When Miles finally caught her hand, he held onto her, clinging like onto her and pulling her close to his chest yet still somehow not close enough for him. He embraced her so close as if she'll really disappear if he let go, if he hadn't made it in time, she might have been. A waterfall of tears streaming down his cheeks silently hoping that she would open her eyes.

And she did. Gwen had whispered his name, opening up for Miles to see her beautiful ocean blue eyes as she looks at him in longing, causing Miles to whisper affirmations in Spanish whilst she clings into him, falling back unconscious and in tears. Mrs. Morales saw it happened right before her own eyes, the uncontrollable sobs this Spiderman (which she later finds out is her son) had displayed in horror of losing Gwen. She had offered to help which resulting to Miles turning back to her unmasked revealing his identity. But he didn't care, he was too focused on the unconscious girl in his arms.

Her safety became his top priority.

Many months of being the only spiderman had ended and he had been greeted by amazing new people he can rely on and talk to about his troubles. He had managed to break his own canon event and Gwen's. They had spoken about it in the hospital, all those pent up sentiments and feels were both let out and heard, hugs and apologies were exchange, then that was the day they had shared their first kiss... It took Gwen by surprise, but Miles had to find a way to stop Gwen's nonstop apologies for what she did and how she doesn't deserve his forgiveness so Miles did what he had always wanted to do since that day at the rooftop.

Of course, it may have taken the young girl by surprise but she did return the kiss with much sweetness and softness, falling into their own rhythm and setting up their own pace as they test the waters.

"Mi amor, let's go talk to other umm.. spider people," Mrs. Morales closes the door after she takes a peek at the happenings inside, letting her son and Gwen have their moment. "I'm sure you have some questions to ask them." Jeff agrees without hesitation and leaves to check on the others. The moment they come back, both have fallen asleep in each other's embrace, Miles never felt happier that day.

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Half an hour had passed and Gwen hasn't come back yet. Miles tries to contact her through his watch, no response. He begins to worry, so he goes out of his room only to be met by his mom who had wanted to him to follow her back to the rooftop. "You'll see, Miles." Rio had gently replied to Miles's constant curious questions. As they got nearer, Rio steps ahead to unlock the entrance for her son to witness the shimmer in his eyes when he saw his one final surprise.

On the rooftop was a rows of fairylights hanging above to light up the whole rooftop. He examines more, observing the small sunflower petals scattered all over the floor and leading to a path in front of him. He hasn't noticed yet, his mom left and closed the door whilst his eyes was too busy processing this magical sight in front of him. He took in the amount of detailed decorations everywhere then brings his gaze back to the petals, that leads all the way to a makeshift blanket fort with his one and only girlfriend, sitting on the opening with that familiar delicate smile and her hair gently swaying with the breeze.

"Happy Birthday, Bambi." She welcomed him using the nickname she used for him since he had compared him to a baby deer. Although Gwen usually uses the nickname as a taunting joke, but she said it so softly and filled with fondness that Miles cherished the name more than ever.

"Gwen!" He ran into her arms resulting to them both tumbling back into the fort, lying down on the soft blankets that wraps the floor with an enormous amount of pillows. He was practically squeezing her out of bliss that Gwen couldn't help but laugh and returning the hug with much energy. A couple of instants after, he shifts away sufficiently just to give her the sweetest kiss on lips, "I don't know how you did this but I adore you even more for it." Miles whispers in astonishment, his face near to Gwen and lays their foreheads on one another, he can see the soft tinge of pink rising up from her neck to her cheeks.

"I'm glad but I have 1 more gift for you." Gwen murmured quietly, unhurriedly sitting up with Miles to grab her gift just right underneath a distinctive sunflower pillow with a baby deer's head in the center of the flower.

Miles will have to snatch that later.

Whatever the gift was, it was small that Gwen had suppressed it in her fist, not a single clue of what's inside. Curious, Miles peeks at Gwen and notices how her cheeks had darken into a pretty shade of pink as she seizes one of his hands and gives him—

A USB?

"It's not really much but I just thought tha— that you know—"

Miles darts back at Gwen, encouraging her to take her time responding even though curiousness is ingesting him up on what this gift is about. "I always noticed how much you love listening to music. So I thought that whilst Miguel starts assigning me into more missions, I wanted to explore each of those dimensions and listen to their music and also gather songs that made me think of you and songs I know you might like." Gwen describes slowly to Miles, he bobs his head and smiles then finally understands what the gift is for.. "And I also added songs I wrote about you in it so you could hear them." she looks away in embarrassment, but she couldn't see how Miles was flustered and in tears.

He was complimented at the understanding that Gwen paid attention to these songs and instantly thought of him or figured out that he'd enjoy them. She seized on many assignments just so she could compile this much songs for him to enjoy and listen because it's what he loves. Gwen knew how much music means to him and she collected these all just for him. It was overwhelmingly endearing of her, so precious that he gently grabbed her face and started peppering kisses in every single portion of it, causing Gwen to chuckle in shock. He never felt so lucky to have her.

Later that night, Miles had insisted that they both listen to each playlist of songs. Giving their thoughts and feelings about how they felt about it. And as they reached the playlist of songs that were written by his girlfriend, he requested if she could maybe sing it to him instead. Without delay, she did what he had pleaded for and he slowly fell asleep in the warmth and comfort of her voice, Gwen shortly follows suit. In the early morning hours, Rio had gently covered the blanket on both of them and took a quick picture for Miles that now served as his new phone wallpaper. Miles had downloaded the songs onto his phone and would listen to them constantly when Gwen was away, sketching every vision and meaning with a big smile on his face...

The End.

- "He draws the stars in his lover's eyes as they only appear when they're together in each other's company."

- "The melodies were sweet and bright as he was that made her adore him more than ever."

#ghost spider #across the spiderverse #ghostflower #gwiles #miles and gwen #miles x gwen #milesgwen #gwen x miles #spider gwen #atsv #miles morales #gwen stacy #they're so precious #they're in love your honor #my precious babies #I NEED THEM TO BE HAPPY #Happy Birthday Miles!#i dont know what i wrote #i need sleep

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fetusgooseandjuice · 1 year

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Hi, how are you? I hope everything is good. I wanted to tell you that I love the story "I'd Do It Again For You" I reread a lot of times already, it's one of my fav. I like how you write, so I was wondering if it was possible a "Kate x FemReader" where Kate was a little distant and cold and the reader was sad, they argue a little about this but the truth is that Kate preparing a surprise for the reader's birthday, something for the two of them, romantic and fluffy. Thank you if you'll do my request. （*＾ワ＾*）Have a great day/night❣

Promises

Pairings: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader | Wandnat x Daughter!Reader

Summary: The request!

Warnings: Mentions of cheating

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: Sorry it took me a bit to write this request, but here is it! I hope you like it! Also, I apologize for any grammatical errors. ❤️

You weren't sure what had caused Kate to become so distant lately. It seemed like she was always too busy to spend time with you, and you didn't know why. She'd been more secretive with her phone and her whereabouts, and it honestly worried you.

Was she cheating on you? Had she lost feelings and was just afraid to say something?

So many possible reasons for her recent behavior ran through your mind, and it scared you to think that some of them might actually be true.

With your birthday being in only a week you hoped none of your thoughts would become reality because that would be the worst birthday present in all of history. But you didn't know anything for sure besides the change in her behavior began a couple weeks ago...

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"Hi, Katie!" you happily greeted your girlfriend as you flopped down next to her on the couch of the compound living room.

She quickly shut her laptop that was on her lap before looking at you, "Hey, baby!" Kate nervously chucked, "When did you get here? I thought your moms didn't have to come in until tomorrow."

You slightly frowned at her actions, "Just a few minutes ago. Fury called them in for a last minute meeting, so I decided to tag along to come see you."

"Well I am extremely happy to see you, pretty girl. I missed you." Kate softly spoke as she leaned in to kiss you, but before your lips could touch you placed a hand on her chest to stop her. She looked at you with worried eyes and pulled back, "What's wrong?" Kate asked.

"What were you doing on your laptop?"

She hummed in confusion with furrowed eyebrows at your question. "When I came in here you closed your laptop like you were hiding something. Are you?" you clarified.

"What? No, I would never hide something from you, baby. I just wanted to give my full attention to my girl now that you're here." Kate assured you with a sincere smile.

You searched her eyes for any signs of deception, "Are you sure?"

"One-hundred percent, my love." she confirmed before you just decided to let it go with a nod of your head, "Wanna watch a movie? Yelena went shopping earlier and bought some of the good snacks if you're hungry." Kate suggested as she reached for the television remote to turn on the TV.

"Sure, as long as I get to pick what we watch. Your taste in movies is a bit...different?" you said with a giggle.

"Fine," Kate playfully rolled her eyes while standing up, "You pick the movie, and I'll go get snacks." she said, leaning down to peck your lips before heading off into the kitchen.

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You thought that would just be a weird one time thing from your girlfriend, so you pushed it to the back of your mind and tried to forget about it. That was going pretty well until her suspicious demeanor continued and the amount of unusual behavior from her started to pile up.

Like when she canceled your date night plans at the last minute a few days later...

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You were laying in bed reading a new book you've been obsessed with when your phone rang from beside you. Your eyes shifted away from the pages to look at the screen and when you saw your girlfriend's contact name on the screen, your heart fluttered.

Setting aside your book, you tapped the button to answer and held the phone up to your ear, "Hi, Katie!"

"Hey, baby." she responded, her tone sounding a bit sorrowful which caught your attention immediately.

"What's up? Are we still on for tonight? I've been looking forward to it all week." you questioned with a grin just at the thought of seeing her later on.

"Um, yeah, about that..." Kate trailed off.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"I'm gonna need a rain check on our date. Something came up and I can't make it." she explained.

Your once fluttering heart dropped at her words. You had been so excited to finally spend time with her after being busy with your moms all week.

You missed her.

Kate told you she missed you just as much which is why she promised to keep her schedule today clear of missions and anything extra. But you can't blame her because it's not her fault.

"Oh," you said sadly, "That's okay. What came up? Did Fury give you a mission?"

"No, I just have some personal stuff that I have to take care of. I'm sorry, baby. I know you were excited for our date, but I promise I'll make it up to you soon." Kate answered which made you frown.

You both tell eachother everything, so you found it odd how she wasn't telling you what came up that caused her to cancel on you at the last minute. You were confused, but you decided to just leave it alone for now.

"Okay, I understand. I'll talk to you later?" you asked, hopeful.

"Yeah, of course, I'll call you. I love you." she responded. You repeated the words back to her before hanging up.

Dropping your phone, you rested your head back on the headboard with a sigh. Personal stuff? What was that supposed to mean? You didn't wanna think about it at first, but the thought of her possibly cheating on you or having lost feelings now seemed like it might actually become true.

A knock on your bedroom door broke you out of your thoughts, "Yeah?" you called out.

The door opened revealing Wanda, "Hey, dinner will be done in a couple minutes if you're hungry." she said.

"Alright, thanks." you gave her a small smile that, as your mother, Wanda was easily able to tell you forced out.

"What's wrong, darling?" she wondered.

You looked up at her with a hum, "Nothing, I'm fine." you answered.

Wanda playfully rolled her eyes at the lie and entered your room, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, "You know you can talk to me, right? I know kids don't necessarily prefer to talk to their parents about their problems, but I want you to be able to talk to me."

You nodded your head, "Yeah. Yeah I know." you said while sitting up, "It's nothing, really. Kate and I might just be going through a rough patch."

She lightly frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know. Kate's been acting a little off. First she started hiding things from me, and now she just canceled our date because 'something came up' in her words." you explained and Wanda just listened, "I just feel like something might be up with her."

Wanda had a sympathetic expression on her face as she looked at you, "Oh, I'm sorry, honey. Have you talked to her about it?"

"Yeah, the first time it happened. She promised me there was nothing going on so I left it alone, but now I'm starting to doubt that." you responded.

Wanda just pulled you in for a hug, comfortingly rubbing your back, "I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm sure things will get better very soon. Your mom and I both know that Kate loves you too much to let you go, but we're here for you if you need us."

"Thanks, mom. I think I'm just gonna go eat dinner and then settle down for the night." you pulled away from the hug.

"Okay, sweetie. I love you."

"I love you too." you said before she left your room, closing the door behind her.

~~~

That leads you to now.

Kate was driving you home after going on your rescheduled date that she promised to make up to you. Your birthday was tomorrow, and things were seemingly back to normal. Kate had been showering you with affection and she called you fifteen times a day just to tell you that she loved you like she always had.

Wanda was right when she told you things would get better...but it didn't last.

You and Kate were singing along to your favorite song when her phone rang. She took her phone out of the cupholder and looked between the screen and the road. You watched as she pressed the red button to quickly decline the call and then set her phone in the compartment on her door, away from you.

"Who was that?" you asked.

She shook her head, "Nobody."

That's how she always answered whenever you asked what was up. She brushed it off and it was beginning to get on your nerves.

"Are you cheating on me?"

To say Kate was shocked at your question would be an understatement. 'Why would you ever think such a thing?' she thought to herself. She loves you more than anything in this world, and Kate thought you knew that.

"Because if you are, just tell me so we can get this over with." you added.

"Baby, where is this coming from? Why would you think I'm cheating on you?" she asked, glancing at you before looking back at the road.

You shrugged your shoulders with a scoff, "Oh, I don't know. It's just the way you've been acting recently. Like that time where you shut your laptop the second I walked into the room, and then you took a raincheck on our date because you had 'something to take care of'. Now someone just called you and you're gonna tell me that it's nobody?"

As Kate listened to you she cursed herself for not realizing what her recent secretiveness looked like. Now she understands why you would think she's cheating on you, but that's not what's not even close to happening. Kate would clear everything up for you right now if she could, but she couldn't.

That would just ruin what she's been planning.

"Listen, I understand why you'd think that and I'm sorry for making it seem that way, but I promise you I am not cheating on you. I would never." Kate assured you, but you just rolled your eyes. "Nothing is going on, you just have to trust me, baby." she said as she parked the car in front of your house.

"I've swept everything under the rug because I trust you, but I'm tired of it now, Kate." you said.

Kate sighed and looked at you, "I know, baby, and I'm sorry. I love you so much, but I can't tell you right now. "

It was your turn to sigh now, "Fine" you unbuckled your seatbelt, "Just call me when you wanna tell the truth." you said as you got out of the car and made your way inside your house.

She watched you close the front door with guilt written all over her face. Kate never meant to upset you. She just wanted to plan a surprise for you to make you happy, but she sees now that she wasn't very good at trying to keep it a secret.

Kate just hopes that you're not too mad at her to talk to her tomorrow when she can finally show you what she's been doing all this time.

~~~

"Good morning, honey. Happy birthday!" Wanda enthusiastically spoke when she heard you enter the kitchen the next day.

You gave her a smile as you sat down at the kitchen table, "Thanks, mom."

"Got any plans for today? Going out with friends or are you and Kate doing something?" she asked, keeping an eye on the food she had cooking.

You sighed at the mention of your girlfriend, "I don't know. We got into a small argument last night when she dropped me off and haven't talked since."

"Who got into an argument last night?" Natasha jumped in as walked into the kitchen. She approached your spot at the table and leaned down to kiss the side of your head, muttering a 'Happy birthday, sweetheart.' to you before going to look through the fridge for something to drink.

"Thank you, mama." you said, "Kate and I got into a small argument when I asked her about why she's been acting so off recently."

Natasha and Wanda looked at each other before turning to you, "We're sorry, darling. Your mom told me about that night when she canceled your date. I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt you. We see how much Kate cares about you so I know things will eventually work themselves out. You probably have nothing to worry about, dear." Natasha reassured you and Wanda nodded her head in agreement.

You tried to think positively after seeing how your moms were doing so, but you were finding it kind of hard to. However, what you didn't know was that they were fully aware of Kate's plans, which is why they were trying to comfort you like this.

She had let them in on her idea to surprise you for your birthday so that she could ask their opinions on things, but now they were silently scolding Kate for upsetting their daughter because of her inability to act normal while sorting out this surprise.

You just shrugged your shoulders as they sat at the table with you, setting down plates of food. That was when your phone dinged, letting you know you had gotten a text. You looked at the lit up screen that had a message from Kate's contact.

Good morning, pretty girl! Happy birthday! I'm sorry about last night and I hope you're not too angry with me about it. I'm a little busy this morning so I won't be by until evening, but I love you so much and I hope you have a great start to your day! I'll see you later, my love. ❤️❤️❤️

You weren't sure what to think at this point. You were confused. Deep down you know that Kate would never hurt you, but then why had she been acting like this? You wanted answers, yet weren't getting them.

Letting out a sigh, you stood up from your chair, "Actually, I'm not really that hungry."

Wanda and Natasha glanced at each other, "Are you sure, honey? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." Wanda chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, I'm just a little tired. I'll be up in my room if you need me." you said before making your way upstairs.

They heard you bedroom door shut before sighing.

"Bishop better make this little surprise worth it if she's gonna upset Y/N this much." Natasha practically growled, turning to her wife.

Wanda shook her head, "It'll be fine. Remember how stressed out she was when trying to find a present for her? Kate cares too much to give Y/N anything less than what she deserves."

Natasha leaned back in her chair, "I hope you're right."

~~~

It was now evening and Kate just pulled up to your house. The sun was set, the stars were out, and everything had been working out perfectly. She knows however, that it might be a challenge to convince you to come with her.

She walked up the front steps with a bouquet of your favorite flowers for you in hand and rang the doorbell, patiently waiting for someone to answer.

A few moments later the door opened, revealing Wanda, "Kate! Hi, it's good to see you." she said as she stepped aside to allow Kate inside.

"It's good to see you too, Mrs. Romanoff." Kate replied with a genuine smile.

"Y/N is up in her room. She's barely come downstairs today because she's been so upset." Wanda told her which made another wave of guilt wash over her. She thanked Wanda and made her way to the stairs, politely greeting Natasha on the way.

Kate stood outside your room and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. She waited for you to answer before opening the door and stepping inside, "Hey, love." she said.

You lifted your head away from your book to look at her, "Hi." you quietly responded.

She approached your bed and held the bouquet out for you to take, "I know the old ones are starting to die, so I got you new ones."

You took the flowers from her with a small smile, "Thank you, Katie."

Kate stood there for a moment, contemplating what to do, "Listen" she started, sitting next to you on your bed, "I know you're mad at me for how I've been acting recently, but I have a reason for it. I couldn't tell you before, but I can tell you now." she said, "Well I can't really tell you, I have to show you."

"Kate it's late and I'm tired–"

"Please," she cut you off and took your hand into hers, "Please, just come with me. You said you wanted the truth, and what I'm about to show you is the truth."

You gazed into her pleading eyes and thought for a second, "This is gonna explain what you've been up to all this time?"

"Yep," Kate smiled, "So get your cute butt up, get dressed, and let's go." she grinned at your giggle and kissed your forehead before leaving the room to let you get ready.

A few minutes later your footsteps walking down the stairs interrupted Kate's conversation with your moms. She looked at you with adoring eyes, "Ready to go, beautiful?" she asked, standing up from the couch.

You hummed as she grabbed her keys and led you to the front door with a hand on your lower back.

"Hey, Bishop," Natasha said before you could walk out the door. Kate turned around to look at your mom who had her arms crossed, "Drive slow."

Kate gave her a quick nod of her head in understandment, "Yes, Mrs. Romanoff." she agreed before leading you out of the house and to her car.

"Where are we going?" you asked as she pulled out of the driveway.

"You'll see soon enough." Kate smiled at you.

And you did.

A little while later Kate parked in front of a place that you both knew like the back of your hands even in the dark. It was the lake that you had your very first date at after Kate asked you out.

She had set up a nice lakeside picnic on a sunny, breezy day where she taught you how to use her bow, and you fed the ducks and skipped rocks.

You haven't been back since, but you were happy Kate decided to bring you.

"Katie, what're we doing here? We haven't been here in forever." you gazed out the window, taking in the familiar sights.

"Come on, I'll show you." Kate said, getting out of the car with you. She grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers to lead the way.

She began following the dirt trail through the trees and along the lake. It hadn't been too much of a long walk when Kate stopped, "We're almost there, so I'm gonna cover your eyes now. Do you trust me?" she asked.

"Yeah, of course." you answered before she placed her hands over your eyes and carefully led you the rest of the way. When she eventually stopped again you assumed you had arrived.

"Okay, are you ready?"

"Yes, Katie, just show me already." you said and she chuckled at your eagerness.

When she removed her hands from your eyes your breath hitched at the sight. It was just like your first date, but so much more. Blankets and pillows were laid on the grass with food sat on top and lit candles carefully placed on the ground.

Rose petals were scattered all around, fairy lights hung on the branches of the surrounding trees which gave the scene a beautiful, romantic glow with the sound of the gentle ripples of water from the lake.

It was gorgeous.

"Do you like it?" Kate hopefully asked.

"Like it?" you repeated in shock, "I love it...I love it, Katie."

She breathed out a sigh of relief, "Thank god, I thought it would be too much. I mean you didn't tell me what you wanted to do for your birthday, but I knew I obviously had to do something so I practically begged your moms to help me plan this. They probably got tired of me–"

"Wait, my moms knew about this?"

Kate scratched the back of her neck, "Well, yeah. They helped me pick out some of the decorations and your mom gave me recipes for the food because we both know I can't cook."

You giggled, "It looks amazing. This is what you've been up to lately? You did all of this yourself?"

"Not all of it. Yelena helped me set most of this up. She's actually the one who called me yesterday. She was letting me know that she got the fairy lights I asked for. I just told you it was no one so you didn't get suspicious, but that clearly backfired." Kate confessed.

"Oh," you mumbled. Now you're the one who felt guilty for ever doubting Kate's loyalty to you. You should've known better, "I'm sorry for not believing you when you said there wasn't anything going on. I was just worried."

Kate shook her head with a small smile, "It's okay, I understand. I was acting pretty weird so you had every right to suspect something. But, now you know what I've been doing so there's no need to think about it anymore, okay?" she spoke to you softly, gently cupping your cheeks.

"Okay." you whispered. Kate leaned down to capture your lips in a tender kiss, moving her hands down to your sides as yours went to her neck.

You eventually pulled away when air became a necessity and Kate rested her forehead against your own, "We should probably eat the food before it gets cold." she said.

Nodding your head you let her take your hand and lead you towards the blankets where you sat down and began looking through the options.

Time always felt like it flew by at a lightning speed whenever you were with Kate. You could never get enough of the way her terrible jokes made you laugh to the point where you were out of breath, or the way she looked at you while you were talking, how she took her time whenever she kissed you.

You could never get enough of her.

So you shouldn't have been surprised when a couple hours of you two flicking food at each other, and skipping rocks, and laughing until you couldn't breath, and sharing sweet kisses ended up passing by.

"And then Tony got so mad at me and Clint for destroying all of that equipment with the arrows we made that he just ended up making a whole separate room solely for archery." Kate said and you giggled as she was telling you about one of the many times she's stressed out Tony.

Kate gazed at you as your laugh gradually winded down with adoring eyes. "Hey, I actually got a little something for you." she said, searching through a bag that was set off to the side.

"Oh Kate, you didn't have to. This is already enough as it is." you gestured to everything she had set up around you.

"Yeah, but I wanted to. Besides, I think you're really gonna like this." Kate spoke as she pulled out a small pink box with a cute ribbon decorating it and handed it to you.

You looked between her and the box.

"Go on, open it. It's what I was buying that day I hid my laptop from you. It's also what I went to pick up when I canceled our date, so this almost got me in trouble." she laughed with you and watched as you untied the ribbon and opened the box.

You gasped at what sat in the center of the box. It was a gorgeous silver ring with a small heart shaped diamond attached that shimmered in the dimly lit area.

Kate gently grabbed the box from you and took the ring out, holding it in front of you, "Now it's only a promise ring, but I hope to eventually change that." she said and you giggled, "I want this ring to remind you of how much I love you whenever you look at it, Y/N. I promise that one day, I'll replace this ring with an engagement ring, but until then I want you to know that I'll always stay loyal to you because I love you more than anything else in this world."

Her words were so sweet that a single tear ran down your cheek. She reached out wipe away the tear before taking hold of your left hand and you gladly let her. She slipped the ring onto your ring finger and admired how it was a perfect fit.

She brought that hand up to her lips and gave it a soft kiss, "I love you, Y/N. So, so much." she whispered to you.

You surged forward and connected your lips in a passionate kiss. You had caught Kate so off guard that she had to hold your waist steady to keep from falling back as you wrapped your arms around her neck.

"I love you more, Katie. So much more." you breathlessly spoke against her lips before connecting them once again.

She grinned into the kiss, "Happy birthday, baby."

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For Death or For Glory (2) // JTK

The long awaited second chapter. If you need a refresher course, reread Chapter 1, here.

Characters: Jake x Lily (oc) Warnings: As always, this is 18+. Mentions of murder and theft. Tiny bit of fluff if you squint. Angst, alluding to/mentioning death. Smut. Masturbating (male). Dirty thoughts ( I guess that can be a warning, ha). As always, if I miss something please let me know. Author's note: Apologies for any grammatical errors, I tried to fix everything that I could find but I hope you enjoy! I've missed pirate!Jake. I also promise to try my best to stay on top of this series.

Leaning over his horse, Joshua huffs a breath in boredom. Samuel glances over at him and Joshua rolls his eyes. Samuel chuckles and shakes his head. “Are we almost there?” Joshua groans.

“Almost.” Lydia says. “Just beyond those hills.” She points to the horizon in front of them.

“Maybe we should stop for the night.” Joshua suggests.

“Getting tired?” Samuel teases.

“More like hungry.” Joshua says. “We haven’t eaten since we left the other town and Jacob’s hogging all the food he bought.”

“More like stole..” Lily retorts.

Jacob rolls his eyes. He reaches into the bag that hangs from his saddle and pulls out of a loaf of bread before tossing it at Joshua. “Eat.” Joshua sarcastically smiles before he begins to pick at the bread.

“I think we should stop for the night.” Lily says.

“We are almost there,” Jacob says. “We can make it.”

“Jacob, it’s getting late and we’re getting tired.”

“The sooner we get to this town–whatever it is–we can rest then.” He says as he keeps moving his horse forward. “Let’s go.”

“As much as I hate to fuel the fire that seems to be building here, he’s right–we need to keep going. And these woods aren’t safe to stay in.” Lydia says as she trots back and forth on her horse.

“What do you mean?” Samuel inquires as he reaches over to Joshua and grabs the loaf of bread.

“Hey! Give that back!” Joshua shouts as he tries grabbing for the loaf but Samuel holds it out of reach while he breaks the bread in half. He hands the other half back to Joshua who huffs and pouts. “Why do I get the smaller piece?”

“Because you’re the shortest.” Samuel teases before riding his horse up alongside Lydia. “Now, back to these woods. Why aren’t they safe?”

Lydia breathes a sigh. “At night, things come out.”

“What things?” He asks.

“Wolves, witches, elves–”

“Oh my..” Josh snickers.

Jacob sighs and rolls his eyes. “Well, it seems Joshua will fit right in with the elves.” Samuel jokes, though his smile soon fades as he sees Lydia’s expression on her face. He clears his throat and takes a bite of the bread.

“Wolves will tear you limb from limb if they catch you off guard, which they will,” Lydia begins to explain. “The elves are thieves and murderers and the witches—they are the worst of them all.”

“How so?” Lily asks.

“Have you ever heard of sirens?” Lydia says. All three of the boys lower their heads, unable to each other or anyone else in the eyes. “I take that as a yes. These witches are land sirens as we like to call them. They lure men into these woods, if they haven’t found themselves here already, and they will use their weaknesses against them–love, sex, pride. Whatever your weakness is will ultimately be the cause of your death.”

Samuel, wanting to be the one to pretend not to be scared, scoffs. “Pfft, how bad can that be?”

Jacob halts his horse and turns to face Samuel. “Need I remind you what happened to our father all those years ago?” He says. “We all saw what happened.. We won’t let that happen again.”

“You already did..” Samuel says in a solemn voice. “That’s how Daniel ended up in prison.”

In a flash, Jacob has his sword pulled around his waist and pressed into Samuel’s throat. “I suggest you shut it..”

“Or what? You’ll kill me?” Samuel challenges. “Your own brother?”

“That is enough.” Lily says as she rides her horse over to the two. “Our goal is free Daniel and not bickering over whose fault it is that landed him in prison is not our main focus.” She rests her hand on Jacob’s wrist and lowers his sword away from Samuel’s throat. “Now let’s keep moving.”

Eventually they all made it to a clearing. “The town isn’t much further,” Lydia says as she leads them through the clearing. “Once we get there, I’ll be able to bring you to my uncle’s shop and you can stay in the upstairs living quarters until I can secure you a ship to leave on.”

Jacob rides up besides Lily and kicks her foot with his. She turns her head to look at him and finds him stretching out his hand, offering an apple. Her eyebrows furrow and she shakes her head. He clears his throat and shoves the apple closer to her.

“You should eat,” He says. “You haven’t had anything since we got here.”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” He says, shrugging his shoulders and still holding the apple out to her. “But I don’t want you passing out and slowing us down.”

Lily scoffs and snatches the apple out of his hand and takes a bite out of it. In all honesty, she was hungry but she wasn’t gonna give him the satisfaction that he quenched her hunger. She rolls her eyes and he scoffs as a tiny smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

Finally they reach the town that Lydia had spoken of. Jacob sighs in relief and climbs off the horse when they approach a small cottage just outside of the town. It was quiet, a little bit dark, but otherwise it felt safe. Jacob always had this thing in him, allowing him to know whether danger was nearby. A feeling of intuition. He does help Lily down from her horse, despite her refusing his hand. He shoots a wink as she huffs and fixes her dress.

“You know, if you wore pants, it would be a lot easier to get around.” Lydia says as she walks up the door of the cottage.

“She’s a princess, they don’t wear pants.” Jacob teases.

“Well then, princess, I’d start doing so if I were you.” Lydia pulls open the door and waves her arm for the others to step inside. “You all can stay here until I can secure you a way off this island.” She says as she closes the door behind them. “There are rooms upstairs, please go decide for yourselves which ones you’d like to sleep in–although a couple of you will need to bunk.

The boys immediately took off up the stairs, clamoring over each other–shoving and pushing and shouting curse words to one another. These are the people that Lily is stuck with. Wonderful.

Huffing and picking up the ends of her dress, she makes her way upstairs to the second floor of the cottage. She can hear them still bickering over the rooms at the other end of the hallway so she goes to the other end and chooses the one lone room. She pushes open the door and steps inside. The cool breeze of the evening blows through the room, brushing her skin ever so lightly like a soft feather.

She’s broken out of her thoughts when she hears Jacob huffing. “I’d rather share a room with Samuel..” She turns to face him and folds her arms over her chest.

“At least I do not snore.” She says with a small shrug of her shoulders. Jacob scoffs and walks over to the bed.

“There’s only one bed..” He says.

“Very good, Jacob.” She says sarcastically. “You can count.”

Jacob sneers at her and stands up. “Well I am not sharing the bed with you.”

“Good, because I have already been thinking of making you sleep on the floor.” Lily says as she makes her way over to the bed and sits down on the other side.

A knock comes on the doorframe and they both look over to see Lydia. She holds two different stacks of clothing in her arms. “Fresh clothing to wear to bed, more comfortable.” She says as she approaches the bed. She looks towards Lily, a hint of a smirk playing on her face. “If you two are uncomfortable sharing a bed, I can carry up a small cot–though I must say that it is very uncomfortable so..”

“Saves you from sleeping on the floor, hmm?” Lily says as she looks over at Jacob.

He rolls his eyes and stands from the bed. “Fine..”

Once Lydia is gone from the room, Jacob snatches up his clothes and steps behind the changing curtain. “No such thing as ladies first with you, huh?” Lily says from the bed.

“I’d hardly consider you a lady.” Jacob responds from behind the curtain.

“Watch yourself, Jacob.”

“Or what?” He leans his head out to look at her. “You’ll have me arrested? Hanged? Stoned to death?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Your royal status has no power here.”

“Until we get back.” She says as she stands from the bed.

“Oh well,” Jacob leans back behind the curtain to finish getting changed. “Then I shall be awaiting my demise when we return you home.”

“Ahh, you won’t stay as well?”

“Ha!” Jacob laughs. He steps out from behind the curtain, the white billowing shirt untied and exposing his top half. Lily grabs her clothes from the bed and walks over to the curtain. “So I can be your prisoner for all of eternity?” He twirls his finger, ordering her to turn around and she does so he can untie her dress. Unwarranted but not unwanted. “You really should consider wearing something other than a dress. The ties on this are awful.” He taps her shoulder and she steps behind the curtain to change into the night clothing.

“I’ve worn a dress all my life.. Was always taught that a lady mustn’t show her legs.”

“Times are changing, princess. It might be time that you follow along with it.” Jacob sits down on the bed and leans forward on his knees.

“It’d be highly inappropriate for me–I represent my kingdom and my people.”

“As I have said a little bit ago.. Your status holds no power here. This is not your kingdom, nor are the waters.” Lily steps out from behind the curtain in a white nightgown. “You can be who you want to be–who you desire to be.. That is why my brothers and I live on the sea. No one to tell us who we should be or what we should do. No laws, just fresh air and freedom.”

“Filthy pirates, you are.” Lily walks over to her side of the bed and sits down. She begins undoing her hair and redoing it into a simple braid. She feels the bed move and she glances over her shoulder to see Jacob grabbing the extra pillow off of the bed and tossing it to the floor.

“I don’t believe Lydia will be coming back,” He says as he retrieves a blanket from the end of the bed and tosses it to the floor beside the pillow. “Might as well make myself comfortable.” Lily only watches him before getting ready for bed herself and sliding underneath the covers. It didn’t take long before sleep finally took over the both of them.

Though in the middle of the night, Jacob was awakened by Lily’s screams. Bolting upright on the floor, he scrambles to his feet to find her tossing and turning in the bed. Tears are pouring down her face as she cries out for her father. Rushing over to her side, Jacob grabs her shoulders and starts to wake her.

“Lily!” He calls. “Lily, wake up!” Her hands fight him as she tries pushing him off. “Lily, stop! Wake up!” Finally she awakens from her nightmare, her eyes widening as she looks up at Jacob. She collapses into his arms in a fit of tears, her body shaking against his.

The bedroom flies open and Joshua and Samuel run in with their swords drawn. “What is happening here?” Joshua questions.

“Put your weapons,” Jacob huffs. “Everything is okay. She was having a nightmare.”

Samuel sighs and lowers his sword. “That was awful,” He says. “I thought I was dreaming until I heard Joshua’s loud feet pounding on the floor in the room beside.”

“Go back to bed,” Jacob orders. “I can handle it from here, she’ll be okay.”

As the two turn back around and leave the room, Jacob pulls Lily off of him and lifts her chin. “Are you okay?” She meekly nods her head and wipes her face with the backs of her hands.

“I apologize for waking you up,” She says. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Jacob shakes his head. “You were screaming for your father,” He says as he sits down on the bed. “Were you dreaming about the attack?” Lily nods her head, her bottom lip quivering.

“I’m sorry..” She says.

“Stop apologizing.” He says. “I can understand having nightmares… I dream about my father’s death on occasion..” He clears his throat. “But that is a story for another time..” He gently pats her knee and stands from the bed. “Try to go back to sleep.” He says before beginning to make his way back to his spot on the floor.

“Jacob?” He hears her whisper. He turns back to face her and she lifts her head. “Can you lay with me please?” She says. “Just until I fall back asleep..”

Jacob wrestles with the thoughts in his mind. Should he or should he not? Giving in, he climbs onto the bed and crawls over to Lily. He stays above the covers but holds them up for her to get back underneath. He allows her to get comfortable, though his body slightly tenses as she lays her head against his chest. He gulps and watches her. Relaxing his body, he carefully rests his arm around her shoulders.

Though his heart remained at the same pace, he could feel the nervous feeling coursing through his veins. Why is he nervous? It’s only the princess. A girl he’s watched grow up but barely knows. A girl he’s watched from afar as he terrorizes vulnerable people while she lives prosperously inside of a castle on the very island that turned itself on him and his brothers.

Even being on her father’s ship, the king of the island, he still hardly ever spoke to her, let alone even being near her. The king forbade the crew on the ship from communicating with his daughter.

How he and his brothers found their way on the ship was by sheer luck. The king was against allowing pirates to join his crew but when he learned of the riches he could obtain when and if he helped release Daniel from prison, he couldn’t say no. Jacob knew the king’s weaknesses. Greed and power were of those. And so the three of them were granted passage onto the ship to rescue their friend. Now they find themselves stranded on an island that they know nothing of with no ways of travel to free Daniel.

The next morning, he wakes up to find his front close to Lily’s back and his arms wrapped securely around his waist. His face is slightly buried in her hair, he notices that it smells a little sweet. But that’s when he feels something that makes his blood run cold and his body tense. Slowly he moves away from her, careful to wake her and slides across the bed. The hardened bulge beneath his pants plainly evident. He climbs out of the bed and quickly leaves the room to relieve himself in the washroom.

Her eyes. Her smile when she smirks at him. The way her dress hugs every curve of her body perfectly. Even the way her nipples were hardened beneath her nightgown.

He chews on his tongue to keep himself silent as he pumps his length in his fist. He shouldn’t be doing this. But he can’t control it, no matter how bad it is.

Finally relieving himself, he washes down the washbasin and grabs fresh linen to dry himself off and redresses into his night clothes and goes back to the bedroom. Lily is still fast asleep in bed, or so he had thought.

“Are you okay?” She asks, nearly making him jump out of his skin.

“I thought you were still asleep..” He says as he sits at the end of the bed.

“The quickness of you leaving woke me up.” She says as she turns over into her back. “You’re not as quick or quiet as you may think you are. Aren’t pirates supposed to be stealthy?”

He scoffs. “Pirates are drunk nearly all the time, not one that I have met is stealthy.” He turns around on the bed. “Did you sleep okay?” She nods her head and rests her arms back over her head, resting them on the pillow. He averts his eyes to a different part of the bed as she stretches, her back arching slightly.

Control yourself, Jacob.

“I didn’t have any bad dreams after that one.” She says with a little giggle. “Maybe sleeping with you keeps them at bay.”

He scoffs again, a little bit of a smile appearing. He pushes off the bed and shakes his head. “Not happening again, princess.” Lies. He wants it to happen again. “Maybe you should start working on controlling your dreams. Can’t rely on someone else to keep them away.”

Her face hardens and she throws the sheets off of her before climbing out of bed. “And you should really work on being a little kinder. Just because you’re a pirate, doesn’t mean that there is compassion inside of you. Last night, I thought maybe for once you could be the least bit kind. You could have just brushed me aside and made me go to sleep but instead you laid with me like I requested.”

“You’re a princess, I was simply following your orders.”

“Even though I have no power on land that I do not possess nor the sea? Isn’t that what you said?”

Playing your own game against you, Jacob. Are you going to allow it?

A knock comes on the door before he can respond back. Lily pulls it open and Lydia stands in the hallway with a bundle of clothing in her hands. “I brought fresh linen for the princess,” She says. “Pants, of course. Easier for travel and less of a pain in the ass to take off.”

“Thank you, Lydia.” Lily says as she takes the clothes from Lydia.

“Of course,” She says, with her eyes traveling the length of Jacob’s body. Of course Lily notices and inhales sharply before reaching for the door. “Breakfast will be ready soon. So please come downstairs once the two of you are dressed.”

Once she is gone, Lily closes the door and brings her clothes over to the bed. Jacob watches her every move. A smirk grows on his face as he realizes that she’s jealous. She obviously won’t say anything. Good for her. But he will. Tease her a little.

“I saw the way you reacted when she looked at me,” He says. The visible action of her body tensing makes him chuckle. “For someone who thinks of me only as a filthy pirate, I’d say you seem a little.. Hmm.. What’s the word? Jealous? Green with ivy?”

Lily spins to face him, her eyebrows tightly knitted together. “I do not know what you are talking about.” She gathers up the clean clothes and steps behind the changing curtain.

“It’s okay if you are.” He says as he reclines himself on the bed. “A lot of women fawn over me..”

“Ha!” Lily laughs. “Me? Fawn over you?” She scoffs and tosses her nightgown over the top of the curtain. He catches a small glimpse of her silhouette as the sun touches the curtain. “I would never be caught fawning over a pirate.”

A few minutes later, she steps out from behind the curtain fully dressed and running her fingers through the length of her hair.

“If she wants to sleep with you, by all means, she can have you.”

Jacob chuckles and he sits back up. “I don’t want her..” He says.

“No?” Lily reaches her discarded dress and begins to neatly fold it. She’ll have to figure out how to pack it to bring it back home. “She’s rather pretty. I mean, have you seen the way her body is sculpted?”

Yes but not hers. Yours.

“I’d kill for a body like hers. The way her breasts are perfectly round.”

Yours are better. Though I’ve never actually seen them.

“Her eyes are piercingly blue.”

Yours are brown but still more beautiful than hers.

“And her lips. I bet they’re soft. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t into her.”

I'd be lying if I said I weren’t into you.

Oh bloody hell, Jacob. Pull yourself together. She is a princess.

He clears his throat and stands up from the bed. “We should go see if breakfast is ready.” He says before quickly leaving the room.

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Moonlight -x- Sunlight

ch.3 -- Demons' 101 (cw// banner has flashing txt!)

r.kyojuro/f.reader

genre: modern!au, teacher!kyojuro by day/demonslayer by night, izakayaworker!reader, slowburn?, romance, angst

warning(s): slight implications of anxiety, rengoku info-dumps about demons, Taco being Taco

w.count: 6.3k

synopsis: if someone told you that one night you’d find yourself walking down the street at three in the morning before you were running for your life away from a disjointed monster hot on your heels- you’d probably check for fever or intoxication. but, when that actually happens, all you think of is running and praying for a miracle as you stare death in the face. turns out, that miracle comes in the form of reassuring smiles and a red sword beneath a bridge and by the riverside.

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a/n: hope y'all are ready bc shes back!! read the a/n pt.2 at the end for further instructions heheh (if there's still grammatical errors soz i edited this in chunks and couldn't be bothered to reread everything one more time)

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You were slouched against your locker in the back room where your aprons and extra clothes are kept by the end of your shift. The izakaya had finally closed, and while it was closed earlier than usual since patrons seemed to have filed out pretty quick tonight, the way your throbbing ankle felt didn't make the early closing any better. You had willed away most of the pain, carrying on as if nothing was wrong, and kept yourself busy with micro-breaks here and there, but now that it was all said and done, well, you’ve felt better.

You quickly took off your apron and tossed it in your locker and grabbed your purse, slinging it over your shoulder. Snatching your crutch, you placed it under your shoulder and sighed when you lifted your foot and relieved it of your weight.

“Christ,” you mutter to yourself before you’re hobbling your way out of the locker room, through the main lobby all the way to the entrance. You shouted to whoever may be around still, be it lingering coworkers or your boss, before you slid open the door and left. With a small show of your balance, you pushed the door shut with your crutch as you stood on your one good leg before bringing the crutch back down where it needed to be.

You sidle to the right away from the entrance, just out of reach for the hanging lamps to cast a shadow over you when you take a shaky breath. You found yourself paranoid in the early morning hours- but, you couldn’t blame yourself. The last time you were out this late after a shift, you almost died. You took a deep breath, then another… then another. You try calming yourself down, convincing yourself that what happened was a once-in-a-lifetime freak accident and there was no way you’d be unlucky enough to get caught up in something like that again.

“It’s fine,” you tell yourself. “I’m fine,” you repeat. The palm you used to grab the handle of your crutch felt sweaty, so you took it off for a moment and furiously wiped it on your shirt before returning it. “You’re going to be fine,” you hiss to yourself, looking down at your feet, one uninjured and the other replaced with a crutch foot. The same feet that still wouldn’t move despite your pep talk.

Stuck in your mental battle on when you’re finally going to get your limbs to start taking you home, you completely miss the person walking up behind you until they call out to you.

“Is your ankle in much pain?”

You squawk, your crutch jumping out away from your leg and making your teeter before correcting yourself and using your other arm to reach across your body and grab onto the medical addition to your body in further stability. Whipping your head up, you once again come face to face with Rengoku. Still smiling, even if there’s a hint of concern in his wide eyes since he didn’t exactly mean to spook you. You also took notice of his arms that were outstretched and ready to catch you if you began careening down to the pavement.

You correct your posture and face him, feeling embarrassed for a number of reasons.

“I’m slated to never have a normal greeting with you, am I?” You speak more to yourself than him since every time you’ve encountered him so far- not including when he was a paying customer not so long ago- has been riddled with embarrassment or fear. You’ve come face to face with him three times now, and you conducted yourself better in front of Kocho who you had met once and stripped down to your bones in front of. “What are you still doing out at this hour?”

“I am doing a simple round of patrols for this sector of the city,” he tells you and your eyes finally drift down to see the white sheath on his hip supported by the harness he wore on his chest and over his shoulders- the same items he had when you first saw him. Seeing them again made a lump form in your throat that you tried to choke down. You felt a bit stupid for the question because what else would he be doing out this late when you’ve seen first hand what could happen.

“Yeah, sorry,” you shake your head and scoff at yourself, “I could’ve guessed.”

“No need to apologize!” That didn’t exactly reassure you. Rengoku was good at reading people, he spent a lot of time doing so among his years, so your unsteady and somewhat jittery presence did not fly over his head. “Are you heading home?”

“Planning on it, yeah.”

“It’s much earlier than last time, that is good!”

“It was a slow night so we closed down earlier.”

“Would you like an escort home?”

“An escort?” Your words were short as you confirm what he’s just asked you. Part of you hates that he basically just told you that he can see your paranoia and anxiousness as clear as day. You glance away and gnaw at your lip, conflicted. You most certainly didn’t want to walk home alone, the nightmarish memories haunting you like a... well like a demon. But you also didn’t want to appear fragile because you couldn’t walk home like you had a thousand times before.

You take a deep, shaky breath as Rengoku steps closer to you, his hair lighting up further as he gets closer to the hanging lanterns behind you. The colors and shades nearing the light resembling a warm campfire to keep woodland terrors at bay. A safe beacon.

“It is not wrong to be afraid.”

“I'm not!” You instinctively argue back, but immediately bite your own tongue realizing that raising your voice at his kindness was most certainly rude. However, even a two year old could tell that your words were clearly a lie. You sigh again, apologizing for your outburst. “Yes, I am,” you admit more to yourself than to him.

Rengoku just smiles down at your averted eyes and moves to stand beside you before gently slipping your purse off your shoulder and slotting it up his arm to rest on his own. He outstretched his opposite arm as he caught your eyes again and gently signaled you to start moving at your own pace.

“Allow me to walk you home then.” With him already having taken your purse and gestured his intent to not be swayed on his decision, you smirk teasing up at him and chuckle.

“Arguing won’t get me anywhere, will it?”

Not that you really wanted it to.

“It will not!” Well, at least he was honest.

The walk back was relatively quiet, save for the nighttime crickets that chirped along with the toads hidden away in corners. The sounds of the cicadas had lessened from this afternoon to a dull buzz instead of mind-numbing shrills. You kept taking glances at Rengoku, your purse hanging off the shoulder closest to you as you hobbled along on your crutches. You could barely see the tip of his sword's hilt from around him without being too obvious you were even looking to begin with. He must’ve kept it as horizontal to his leg as possible to avoid catching whatever riff-raff attention could be mangling around.

“Does something interest you?” Apparently, you weren’t as sneaky as you thought. You shoot your gaze forwards, nearly stumbling on your set of extra rubber feet and clearing your throat, the summer air suddenly way too dry for the humid season.

“I just, well, I didn’t think you’d notice?” You tell him honestly. He chuckles at your words and you feel a little better since he doesn’t sound freaked out by your clearly awkward behavior. “I guess I was a little curious about your, what do you call it, second job? The whole,” you lift one of your crutches, stopping your movements momentarily as you whip it around and grunt (rather embarrassingly) before putting it back down, “sword job thing?”

He laughs before letting out a small “Ah!” in recognition of your curiosity. Maybe it was because of the early hours, but part of you feared an apartment window flicking on in response to his boisterous laughter. Still, you easily admitting to yourself that it was a lovely sound.

“Curiosity may not be the wisest decision when it is about what goes on after the sun sets. Sometimes, it’s best that people believe demon’s are nothing but fictional stories made up simply to spook children.”

“Oh,” you were a little disappointed. You had already been attacked and injured, it’s not like you’d call him a liar if he told you. “I see.” You still wanted to know more, even if it was terrifying. With your crestfallen expression and new goal to just get home without creating an uncomfortable atmosphere, you missed the small look the flame-haired man gave you.

“Regardless of my skills, being out so late at night can be dangerous for anyone,” he starts, eyes casting forwards once more as he continues to lead you home. “There are many kinds of demons under the moon, and some can be more ferocious than others. If one catches sight of myself or another of my…” he pauses to find a decent word. “... coworkers,” he decides on, “chances are split that they flee from us, or do the opposite and begin a confrontation if they’re feeling particularly omnipotent.”

That small piece of information made you feel a little better about his choice to stay quiet about it all, his choice to disclose that even he wasn’t always 100% safe was bone chilling. Still, it did not soothe your curiousity completely. You decided to shake it off, you were acting like a child- it wasn’t your business and this man was nothing more than a stranger you’ve run into a couple times. The fact he literally saved your life had nothing to do with it- you had to let it go.

It was rude to pry.

“Perhaps when we get to your home I can answer your questions there.” You stop in your limping steps as you look at him. He was smiling at you, something warm and comforting and you seemed to light up. “That is if I would be allowed inside a young woman’s house at this hour.”

“Of course!” Perhaps you were too loud because you immediately covered your mouth with one hand, nearly dropping one of your crutches. You look around, seeing no light flick on and no windows opening to yell for you to keep it down. You lower your hand, a small smile on your face as you clear your throat. “Of course,” you repeat, much more quietly this time. “As long as you don’t mind a temporarily handicapped host and one obnxiously sassy cat.”

He laughs loudly again. “I happen to be fond of cats and your company as well!”

“We’ve met twice, and one of those times I was covered in grass stains, dirt, and sweat.”

“I am a very good judge of character!” You roll your eyes, but somehow, you believe him.

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“Um, just take your shoes off at the door please.” You tell Rengoku as you sit yourself on the small stool you’ve set up by the front door so you can take your shoes off without much fuss. He easily complies, as he steps into your house only to turn and patiently wait for you to finish up. As you drop your shoes, he offers his arm as you gratefully take it and hoist yourself up with the use of the cane you keep at your door in exchange for your crutches.

In the comfort of your own home that you could maneuver through blindfolded, you greatly preferred the short, ease of use of a cane. You kept it a secret from Kocho though, who knows if she’d scold you for the unprompted buy since she was probably the most professional and strict doctor you’ve been the patient of.

Luckily, since Rengoku had been in your home this much before, he let you use his arm with your free hand all the way until you got into the living room. Much like how he carried you in before. You slip your palm off his forearm and step around him, much less clunky without your crutches.

“Have a seat. I don’t have much to offer, but I do have cold bottled water I can promise hasn't been opened,” you joke as he laughs.

“I appreciate the hospitality, however you do not need to-”

“Ah-tata,” you cut him off, “just because my foot isn’t at peak recovery doesn’t mean I can’t get you a small bottle of water. The kitchen isn’t far anyways.” Rengoku relented. Just as it was impossible to argue with him, it seemed to go both ways. He smiled.

He liked that.

As you disappeared into the kitchen, a small meow and curious tap against his shin caught his attention as he stood by the couch. He smiled down at the black cat as he slid his sword out of the harness he wore and set it gently against the couch so as to not startle your pet. He knelt, offering his hand out as Taco’s little nose bumped against it, sniffing before rubbing his head against the warm knuckles of Rengoku.

“Aren’t you cute,” he mumbles to himself.

“Only around guests,” you add, coming back into the living room to see Rengoku loving on your cat. “He’s cute now, but he’s a big pain in my butt when he wants to be.” You offer him a cold bottle of some random brand of water you bought on sale.

“Aren’t many animals that way?” He graciously takes the plastic bottle from you, the chill of it is a welcome change in his warm palm.

“I think it’s because I spoil him too much. He was a very unprompted rescue, so I went a little overboard raising him.”

“There is nothing wrong with raising an animal with so much care! He seems very happy!”

You plop yourself on the couch and Taco was quick to abandon Rengoku’s side in favor of yourself as he jumped on the cushions and stepped onto your lap where he folded his legs and lay himself down. You scratch at his back, making him stretch and roll before he’s trying to play and swipe at your hand and fingers.

The small little tag that read ‘TACO’ in engraved letters caught Rengoku’s eye and he chuckled at the name. Indeed, that was a very happy and loved cat, he had no doubt.

“You’re welcome to sit on the couch,” you lightly joke at his still kneeling form on your livingroom floor. He does as you suggest, thanking you before sitting a cushion away from you as to not push personal boundaries or opposingly seem too standoff-ish. It was quiet for a bit as you fiddle with your own waterbottle in your hand. “I hope I’m not causing any trouble,” you announce bashfully.

“Pardon?”

“Well,” you breathe, untwisting, then retwisting, just to untwist your bottle cap again to try and focus on something other than your sudden anxiety. “I just sort of dragged you here. I dunno, I feel like I’m pulling you away from your job? I know how important it is.”

“Worry not,” he quells. “There are many others like myself who also patrol the streets when the sun sets! I am not the only one, so my company here is no trouble at all!”

“Oh, right, you mentioned other coworkers. Are there a lot of you?”

“There is! We’re an organization of many people, but since we’re unrecognized by the government and since people do not believe in demon’s unless they survive an encounter with one, we are very scarcely known.” You nod at him. You feel a little sad at the fact he, and others like him, were risking their safety and no one even knew. “In fact, there are even a few of my students who work along side me as well!”

“Students?” You whip your full attention to him at mention of children. “You’re a teacher?”

“I am!”

“And you all just, what? Let children into your little demon-slaying job?”

“Well, not exactly, no.” Rengoku worried he wold break into a sweat at your accusatory tone of getting children involved in clearly dangerous work. “Although it is dangerous, younger slayers are put through rigirous training and must past a very specific qualification test before they can even take to the field like I do. We of higher ranking always make sure to watch out for our young underlings. They are our future after all!”

The idea of kids fighting those… things still didn’t sit quite right with you, but it wasn’t like you could do anything about it. And if Rengoku says that they’re well taken care of, and skillful above that, then surely they weren’t in too much danger. You wanted to trust his words so you shut your eyes and willed yourself to do so.

“Plus, we are not so reckless as to just assign anything to anyone. No demon is slain by a slayer who is weaker than the task at hand. We’re very meticulous about such things.”

“I understand.” You open your eyes and glance over at your cane for a moment then speak up again. “So, what are demons exactly?”

“Demons are former humans who have either been killed and revived by demon blood, or made a deal with another demon for power.”

“Former humans?” Your mind flashed back to the spindly, disfigured, skeletal demon that attacked you. “So, that thing that attacked me? That was once a person?” Rengoku nodded and a chill ran violently down your spine.

“At some point, yes it was. However, based on its appearance, it must’ve been a demon for a very long time to change that much.” That didn’t exactly make you feel better about it. “You must understand that demons are dangerous creatures regardless of what they used to be. They will not hesitate to attack and slaughter humans. We do not kill demons for sport, it is necessary to protect future victims.”

“I believe you and I understand- I do, it’s just… a lot to process, I guess?” You blow a harsh breath out of your lips. “So, how do you kill them? I mean with your sword I guess, but is there any other way?”

Rengoku nodded, grabbing his sword’s scabbard and hilt before drawing it. The red blade you had gotten a glimpse of the night of the attack shone brilliantly in your well-lit living room. It was truly a beautiful blade to look at and the sword guard in the shape of flames was very fitting to its wielder.

“To kill a demon it must be done with a very specific sword with a blade made out of a specific mineral that’s been bathed in sunlight for many years. This is a nichirin sword, a sword that has a color changing blade.”

“So, a regular sword wouldn’t work?”

“Correct!” He offers his sword over for you to hold and inspect it. You gently take it from him after you move Taco out of the way so that he wouldn’t start playing with it like it was a toy. “You can hack a demon into pieces with a regular blade, but it will always regenerate. A demon must be decapitated with a nichirin sword or it will continue to wreck havoc.” You hand the sword back to him and he easily sheaths it with practiced ease. “However, there are ways to defend yourself from demons, if you’d like to hear?”

You nod, intrigued by the entirely new concept of the world you had been so oblivious to for so many years of your life. You wanted to know more, to understand more. It was captivating and if he was willing to tell, you were willing to listen.

“There are special guns forged in our line of work that have crafted bullets that cause great harm to demons! Among other ways to deter them, demons are unable to stand wisteria.”

“Wistera? Like the flower?”

“Yes! Clusters of Wisteria trees are always a safe place to run to in the event one is close by. Even wisteria-scented charms and poisons are toxic and painful to their kind, they actively avoid anything to do with it. In fact, Kocho is a demon slayer, the same as I!”

“Really?!” Rengoku laughs loudly at your shock, but after a moment it did make sense. She was specifically referred by him and knew everything about what you experienced and believed it easily. If you had stopped to think about it, it was pretty easy to assume she was involved somehow, but a fighter? That was a bit of a shock considering her stature.

“Though she does not have the strength to cut a demon’s head off its shoulders, she’s developed a technique that incorporates poisons in her duty that are lethal upon injection.”

“Wow,” you awe. She was more impressive by the day.

“Of course, it helps that she’s also a very skilled doctor!”

“That’s true,” you lightly giggle. There’s silence in your living room once more as you glance over at the blond haired man. “So,” you start and gain his attention, “you’re a teacher?” You already knew the answer, he answered you earlier but it was the best ice breaker you could think of.

“That is correct.”

“I feel like I could’ve guessed if you didn’t already tell me. You explain things well. Your students must like you.”

“I cannot say how well I am at teaching in particular, but my student’s grades never drop to failing marks! You must keep the children interested in the lesson if you wish for them to grow. I do my best to achieve nothing less!”

“What do you teach?”

“History! I find it very fascinating- the past that is.” You nod. “Not to mention, I have been teaching my younger brother many things since we were young and I always enjoyed doing so. So, the profession grew on me. I very quickly knew what I wanted to do with my life during the time the sun is in the sky.”

“A younger brother? How old is he?”

“He’s currently in high school. Despite our age gap, we get along very well!”

“That’s great that you both get along. I’m an only child myself, but I do have a younger cousin. He feels more like a kid brother though, so I can sort of understand. The school’s he’s attending right now has dorm buildings for it’s students, so we don’t visit much,” you reminisce as you comfortably cross your arms.

“I’m sure you miss him.”

“Sometimes,” you chuckle. “Then there are times I’m glad he’s not actually my brother, as horrible as that sounds.”

“Regardless, I’m sure he feels the same!”

Thankfully, before the conversation took a turn for the mushy, Taco started to meow at you. He had jumped onto the floor earlier after being taken off your lap and roamed before coming back to paw at your leg. You leaned down and scratched under his chin as you felt him purr.

“I know, you need to be fed,” you tell him as you start coddling him. You excuse yourself as Rengoku got off the couch to help you to your feet before you were off to the kitchen again, Taco trotting eagerly behind you.

In the silence of your living room alone again, Kyojuro Rengoku looked around the room at all the decorations. Some frames on the wall here, some dry plants there, a couple cat toys scattered around the floor that was no doubt Taco’s doing, and a grey cat tower was close to the main window in the room where the dark curtains were drawn for the night. Despite all that he was visually taking in, he was stuck in his thoughts.

Kyojuro was always a people person, he enjoyed chatting and making connections, it was another reason he loved teaching so much. Something about tonight felt different to him though. Like this one experience with this one person- you- was something out of the ordinary. LIke it was something special.

When you came back from feeding Taco, you carried random conversation topics before an ill-timed alarm went off on his phone that had been stuffed in his pocket this whole time. The sudden sound startled you and Rengoku was quick to apologize before realizing how late it was. If he didn’t get home and get at least some sleep, tomorrow’s lesson would surely be a lackadaisical one.

You saw him out, despite how much he insisted you not be on your feet, and before you knew it he was outside your door and then gone.

“He’s fast,” you muttered to the air he used to occupy before shutting your door and double-checking to make sure you did in fact lock it. You looked at both sides of your front door devoid of any decorations. “Maybe I should get some tables or something to put some flowers on so the front entrance isn’t so boring.”

With that last thought, you called for Taco because you needed to get to bed yourself. Sleep found you easily as opposed to the last few nights, and with it brought nothing but calm darkness. You were grateful for a night of sleep without nightmares.

-x-x-x-

Another week had passed and a small part of you was disappointed that you hadn’t heard or seen heads or tails of Rengoku again. He hadn’t been by the izakaya with his friend or anyone else for that matter, and you haven’t had the pleasure of running into him in the streets. Of course, the moment the feeling of disappointment nagged at you, you immediately tried to squash it down.

Despite the fact that he was A) someone who saved your life and B) a man you allowed into your home a grand total of two times didn’t erase the fact that he was still practically a stranger. A stranger who spilled his guts about his profession and gave a brief history lesson about demons in your living room, but a stranger nonetheless.

Your foot had improved drastically since a week ago and you could now walk without dragging a crutch or cane around with you. The pain would still sometimes ebb at the joint, but you’d always try and find a place for a pitstop to rest and take any on-hand pain medication before it got too bad.

Your current pitstop? Your local library.

You didn’t really have any explanation why you decided to come here on your spare time, furthermore why you were nosing around in the historical section. Granted, the books you picked up weren’t full of information you didn’t already know- but you still flipped through the pages standing in the empty isle regardless completely engrossed in the material.

After your skip around history, you made sure to replace all the books from where you got them (or the best you could remember) and moved to make your way out into the open space between sections. The library attendant's desk with a single employee sitting behind it with their nose in a book to pass by the shift was within sight of the wide open space.

The day was slowly starting to wane and you sat yourself at an unoccupied table close to a window that showed the streets that were starting the transformation of throngs of people to freckles of bodies. You push your chin into your palm as you watch out the window mindlessly. You didn’t have a shift tonight that demanded your attendance and you felt restless. It was strange, normally you’d have no issues just spending a lazy day inside on the time you didn’t have plans or work.

Now? Now you felt like any free moment you spent inside was wasted. You felt bad about it since you were leaving Taco alone, but you promised that you’d take your beloved cat out on more walks if this new behavior keeps up. It wasn’t like he didn’t have a harness and leash for walking, it was purely because finding the right time to take him out never worked in your favor.

You blew air out your lips as you lay your head down on the table. Maybe it was the fact that you experienced a near-death experience and were recovering from it that made you not want to take time for granted. You cringed at your cliche thinking.

You didn’t sit at the table long, grabbing your purse and making sure you didn’t leave anything behind before you left the library entirely- it was getting close to closing hours anyways. The last thing you needed was a staff member chasing you out.

The sky bathed the concrete jungle that was the thinning streets a warm orange as you felt the simmering of heat stick uncomfortably to your skin and under yout clothes. The walk back home felt shorter than it was and when Taco didn’t come running to the sound of the opening and closing door, you felt confusion morph your face. Was he sleeping? Normally, he would be rushing to the door before you managed to slam it shut and lock it while he cried at his once again failure to bolt out the door.

His escape artistry isn’t as honed as other alley cats and he had a hard time accepting that if it wasn’t obvious by the fits he throws.

Toeing your shoes off, you stepped inside and as you got closer to your living room you could hear rattling. Rattling? You speed up your steps thinking your nosey cat had gotten into or broken something and was foolishly playing with the pieces, but when you come into the living room with the waning sunlight forcing your to turn on the house lights, you gasp at what you see.

It was Taco, your beloved cat, yes, but he hadn’t knocked anything down or broken anything that your eye could see. Instead, he was sitting on his cat tower that sat by the large window of your living room you would normally decorate for holidays pawing at the glass as a large black bird sat opposite of him behind the pane.

The bird, you couldn’t tell what kind from your shock and slight panic-blinded eyes, was sat perfectly still on the outside of the window, knocking its beak lightly against the glass every time Taco mewled or pawed. Its head turned and cocked when it noticed the light flick on and you swore you saw its dark eyes zero in on you before its wings spread out wide spooking Taco off of his tower and onto the floor where he made a less than gracious landing.

Its wings flapped and then folded back in before tapping two more times on the window. You swallowed the lump in your throat before you slowly treaded up to the window. The bird's beak and eyes followed you, lifting higher to keep its sight on your face the closer you got before you were standing next to Taco’s tower. The black cat himself had seemingly forgotten about the mysterious bird and instead took purchase weaving between your ankles and rubbing his fur over you, soaking in your scent of outside.

“Are you stuck,” you lightly ask the bird as if he could answer you. Maybe he had flown into your window by mistake- that happens sometimes in tall buildings right? Birds not telling the difference between open space and glass? But, when you looked at his taloned feet there was nothing constriction him and his body was free of anything binding him too, the evidence was in the way his wings would still occasional expand then fold again. It was like he was inviting you to do something.

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t speak bird.

You jumped when its beak opened and a sharp, quick nose came out. A muffled caw! catching you by surprise as you nearly tripped over Taco’s still-weaving body. Then, the bird’s beak came to tap at the metal frame where the lock was.

Did it want inside? Could you really do that? Let some random bird inside your house after it’s been sitting outside your livingroom window for god knows how long just entertaining your cat while you were gone?

All probability flew out the proverbial window when you, without thinking, unlatched the window and slid it open allowing the big blackbird to fly right in. You screamed, not in terror, but in more shock as it flew inside and the flap of its wings was louder than you were expecting.

The bird flew a lap around your living room before coming around to you and landing on Taco’s tower beside your shoulder. It was staring at you at eye level now and you could finally identify the bird as a crow. You knew that crows were intelligent birds, but this was clearly a trained bird, not just some random bird who decided to make a nest in your home for no good reason.

You flinched for the umptheeth time when the crow’s left wing expanded and exposed half of it’s body. You were fully expecting it to folded up again, but it didn’t. Then you noticed it, a small crimson thread tied around it’s leg with a small dark capsule attached to it.

You relaxed your shoulders and chuckled.

“What are you, a messenger pigeon?” You wondered if crows could get offended by the way they can remember faces and whatnot. “That was a joke,” you followed yourself just in case. “Is that for me?” You ask hesitantly and when the crow did not move or make any indication of disagreement, you slowly and as carefully as possible unscrewed the bottom of the capsule and a small rolled-up piece of paper slid out of it. The crow softly folded its wing back up once you screwed the bottom piece back on.

The paper was thin and rolled expertly like a scroll. You walked over to the coffee table and knelt to unfold it to read.

My apologies for sending word to you this way! It must have been quite the shock to find a crow hanging around your home, however, I have neglected to ask of any other means of connection to you in our few encounters! If appropriate, how many I contact you from here on out? -K.Rengoku

You re-read the well-written note- scroll? -about three times before you broke down into a fit of laughter, kicking your still-healing foot into the table leg and wincing as the dull throb brought you back to your mind.

You looked over your shoulder at the crow still perched on the tower and used your hand to pat an empty space on your table.

“Come down here,” you invite and the crow listened well. Fluttering down easily and its talons clacking satisfyingly on your wooden table. You curled your finger, letting the back of your knuckles run over the bird's feathers careful not to accidentally pluck one. “So, you’re Rengoku’s bir-er-crow?” You corrected yourself midword thinking that just calling the crow ‘bird’ would be a bit demeaning. A soft caw was your answer.

You looked around your coffee table but found nothing close enough to resemble a piece of paper small enough like his to send on the crows return back. Flipping the tiny-scroll over you decided to just use the back side and the nearest pen you had laying around.

I knew you were into history, but a messenger crow? Now that’s old school. Does he have a name?

Beside your short messaged reply, you scribbled your number down in the best handwriting you could muster so there was no way the numbers could be confused with another number. You then tried rolling it back up as expecrtly as it was put in- and failed- before you ended up folding the paper into small enough rectangles it fit inside the capsule just as well as when it was rolled up. You then pet the crow one more time before you walked back toyour window and called for it to sit on the sill.

“You fly back home safely, okay?” The sun had declared the last lights of dusk before the sky covered your section of the world in a dark blanket and the crow’s dark eyes shimmered in earnest before it cawed once more and took off like a friendly goodbye! to its newfound friend.

You were practically giddy the rest of the night, skipping around and giving Taco an extra treat or two in your good mood. You couldn’t remember the last time you had this feeling in your stomach, butterflies. As you lay in bed you wonder why it was you were feeling those butterflies that took you back to your high school days with flings and crushes and unrealistic romantic daydreams that would make even the most Christmas-y Hallmark movie plot to shame.

Followed by the intriguing thought of it was all because of the still semi-stranger man named Rengoku who taught history and also happened to kill demons, the feeling of being on some pranked tv show with hidden cameras felt less and less likely the more time passed. But still- it all sounded so unreal when you thought about it all.

The next morning, after not remembering when you even fell asleep, you checked your phone to see you had an unread text from an unknown number. You smiled at it, not even bothering to shut off the alarm clock that had woken you up as you quickly saved the number into your contacts.

(Rengoku) His name is Kaname!

-x-x-x-

a/n pt2) DID YOU MISS ME? I know after such a long wait it's a pretty slow boring chapter, but I think the soft pacing was a good ease back into things.

I dunno where the inspo to finish this chapter even came from, but you won't see me complaining. Lemme know what you guys thought, I know it's been a while since I updated much of anything really, so the feedback is critical!!! and ofc im always up for any ideas y'all could have for the future since we all know how touch and go I am with inspiration lol

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Help, I Need Somebody (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

I referenced 15 different songs in this fic. They are referenced by one set of lyrics. These lyrics are spoke by characters, and some are not. If you can guess all 15 songs... and be the first person I’m sure I can work out a prize. Let me know if you want to see a part 2! This fic got on the long side and I apologize, but I didn’t need another series on my shelf.

To make it easier... The 15 songs are all from The Beatles. Some of the songs Elvis had done a cover of. Some of these lyrics are hard to find... others are easy. With that being said, all the titles and lyrics used need to be mentioned! :)

If it isn’t clear, when words are italics in my fics... it usually means a time jump. Unless they are lyrics. This fic has a decent amount of time jumps, so... look out for those italics at the beginning of a new paragraph!

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drug abuse mentions, rehabilitation center, nurses, mentally unstable people, withdrawal mentions, death mentions, drug use mentions, anything to do with drugs. Spelling and grammatical errors (there was no way I was going back and rereading this)

Word Count: 7.7k

"Love, love, love." You whispered gently. "Love, love, love."

"Ms. Y/l/n." You turned your head at the sound and found a nurse. You pushed on a smile.

"Hi Alice," you said softly.

"HI, Y/n. You pushed the button?"

"Yes, I have a headache, and it's not going away." You shook your head lightly. She sent you a sincere smile.

"Would you like to head to the cool room?" You nodded softly at her request. The cool room was a dark room pushed away from all the sounds the hospital held. You stood up on your feet and picked up your book and water. Alice took your arm in hers and led you down the white hallway.

You looked around at everything. The white was honestly painful to look at. Especially when you always have a headache or blurred vision. Mostly due to the withdrawal from the drugs. You've been here for about a month now and things haven't gotten easier. You have some easy days sure, but at night... those are when it gets worse. It was your body... it was still used to you downing the handful of drugs every night.

You spent most of your time alone in your room unless you had a headache, then you would go to the cool room. There were... a lot of angry patients here, and they would just stress you out. Just from hearing them yell from down the hall... Causing chaos... it... it put a lot on you and often times you found yourself shaking... looking for any type of drug to make it all quiet.

As you made it further down the hall you spotted a crowd surrounding a room. It used to be an empty room, but now you could only imagine that it was filled. Yet... why were there so many people? Was it some rich asshole that held anger issues? Were they going to put them in a straitjacket? You saw a good amount of patients wearing them. They looked sad... depressed even.

"What's happening there?" You asked Alice. She let out a hum and looked where you pointed.

"Oh, just a new patient. He signed in last night." She answered. You nodded and left it at that.

You stayed in a wing where most rich people stayed. The high-paying, rich asshole, celebrities. You were only there mostly due to your parents paying a bit more money. Of course, being in this wing... you had some rules. You couldn't discuss the celebrities that were currently staying... you currently discuss the high rollers... you couldn't really discuss anyone in this wing unless it was yourself... or a nurse.

To be fair, you never saw any of the patients in this wing. Mostly due to the fact that they had everything they needed in their rooms. They had them decked out with things from their personal homes. When you got dropped off, it was a forced sign-in. You didn't fight it, instead, you were just upset that your family would do that to you. Anyways, you didn't have much of a home in your room. Even after a few days, they would stop by and didn't bring much. Your family dropped off a few books, journals, clothes, and some blankets... but for the most part it was the boring brightening white color.

"Here we are," Alice announced and opened the door. When you entered the room you were met with a nice relaxing cool whiff of air. Yes, the cool room was indeed cool. It was much colder than any of the other places in the center.

"Thank you," you smiled and found yourself a comfy spot on the chair that sat in front of the window. It was your favorite place in the whole place. The window was sandwiched so that sun never hit directly into the room. It didn't hurt your eyes any, and you still got a view of the outside, which you didn't go out much. You were allowed, let's just put that out there. You didn't go out because you didn't trust yourself. Knowing you, if you were caught on a bad day you would be running for the hills or even the water. Even though you have been clean for just about a month... everything was still there. The pain and emptiness inside.

"If you need anything, or want to go back to your room... just hit the button," Alice explained. You nodded and smiled at her and turned your attention back to the window. Alice left the door open as she walked away. You knew it was to just make sure that the other nurses could see you. You were used to it at this point. You opened your journal and ran your hand along the empty page before grabbing your pencil.

"There's a shadow hanging over me," you whispered gently as you drew your silhouette. Above the drawing of yourself, you drew this shadow... you knew it was your drug side. The one who tried to push on top... and sometimes you allowed it. Well, before you got here... you let the shadow take over all the time. Now when you tried... nothing came out of you. You were just suffering.

Your journal was where you wrote, or drew, how you were feeling. You only started doing so when your parents first handed you the journal on their first visit. At first, you didn't use it, you were still upset with them all. Then you got bored... and you haven't been separated from it since. You often shared your thoughts and feelings openly with your therapist, especially what you wrote.

As time passed... seconds turned to minutes... minutes turned to hours. In front of you, outside the window, the sun was starting to set. The hues of orange and yellows filled the sky. It was beautiful really. Back to what you were about to say... as time passed you heard many whispered voices in the hall. Mostly from the nurses, but there was a new voice you didn't know. You leaned your body to the side and turned your head so that your ear was facing the door.

"There is someone currently in there. Did you want us to send them back to their room?" A nurse asked the unnamed patient.

"No no, that won' be necessary." His voice was deep. There was a sense of... comfort and sensibleness.

"Well, if they make you feel uncomfortable, or force themselves upon you... We'll make sure to get them out."

"I doubt it'll come to that, but okay..." You turned your attention back to the window as those two people walked in. It wasn't unusual for another person to be in here with you. It's happened before, but it wasn't common. As mentioned before, everyone just stayed in their room unless they had to leave.

"If there is anything you need, Mr. Presley, go ahead and hit that call button." Wait... Presley? As in Elvis Presley?

"Thanks."

It took you a moment before you turned your head. Sure enough, it was indeed Elvis Presley. Your eyes widened slightly and you turned your attention back to the window. You couldn't believe that Elvis was here. I mean, you heard stories about him performing badly on stage... sometimes just standing there for half an hour and not doing anything. Wonder how they got him here.

"What's your name?" He asked you softly.

"Y/n... Y/n y/l/n." You replied gently.

"How long have ya been here?" He asked another question.

"'bout a month." You didn't know why you were giving him all the answers he wanted. You just... you felt that it was okay. He wasn't pressured into talking to you or asking these questions... He was just curious... most people were. Though, a lot of patients in this wing kept to themselves. In the other wings, everyone wanted to be all up in your business.

"Has it gotten easier...?" You knew what this was about now. A lot of people wondered how long they would be here... or how long they would be here. You weren't allowed to sign yourself out. It was either from a family member or the doctor.

"Sometimes... but... I find myself most nights laying awake. Body shaking from the withdrawal."

"You're shakin' now," he pointed out. On your lap, your hand was indeed shaking. It got like this when the time got closer around to seven. You nodded and placed your none shaking hand over your current shaking one. You knew he didn't mean any harm by it... but... it affected you.

"Shit, I'm sorry... I- I didn't mean to hit on a sensitive subject." You turned and looked over at him and sent him a small smile.

"It's okay... it's something I can't really help..." This was your chance to really look at him... and I mean really get a good look at him. He was paler than his usual tan self. You could only guess that it was drugs that did this. You knew that feeling. Drugs were a gateway, yet... they were a gateway to hell rather you wanted to admit it or not. Didn't matter if it felt good or not... they were bad... but once you're addicted...

"It's hard the first week... being absent from them... You feel like your whole world is spinning, and not in a good way. You feel like you're going to die. You'll lash out, yell, scream, swear... then it turns to mental lostness and giving up. Sitting in the corner of your room, eyes wide staring at a blank wall... You start shaking from the lostness... I... well... I shake around the time I would take them." You paused and looked down at your hands.

"You don' have to tell me." He said so softly. His voice was just... it was an angelic song, funny that he was a singer.

"No, it's okay," you breathed out, "it helps."

"Really?" He looked confused. Most people were ashamed, hell so were you, but it helped to talk it out. Sometimes people like to put up accusations about those who do/did drugs. It also gives those who go through the same thing the sense that they aren't alone.

"Mhm, let's you know you aren't alone." You picked up your face to look at him. You often didn't look directly at people when you told them your story... it made you feel uncomfortable but... but... you weren't feeling that. You felt comfort... safeness... maybe you were crazy, but you were not one to deny your body intuitions... clearly.

"I took them at night. Around seven o'clock every night. At first, it wasn't so frequent but... as time went on... It became a routine. What started as... a need for silence... turned into an addiction. I knew that... I- It started off with one... then two... then three... at one point I was downing the whole bottle and my parents would find me unresponsive in bed the next morning. I took psychedelics, dissociative, opioids, and cannabinoids. I was basically taking everything you can imagine. I started taking them when I was twenty-two... I'm thirty-two now..."

"How... I mean... If you don't mind me asking... how... or what started it?" Elvis asked, his blue eyes set right on you.

"I was married once... He ended up dying and... I guess somewhere all I heard was his screams. So... it started off slow... Then... I lost our house... moved back in with my parents... overdosed a couple of times... came out alive though. Just barely... my family and I... we were supposed to go on a trip together... but then they drove me here. Been here ever since."

"Shit- i... I'm really sorry." He apologized. You shook your head and stood up. "It's okay... I should get back to my room though before I throw my hands at you," you joked lightly and shook your head. You made your way over to the door.

"Right... goodbye." You smiled softly and leaned against the doorframe. You looked back at Elvis.

"You say goodbye and I say hello." You say and pushed yourself off the frame and walked back to your room. Through your life with drugs, goodbye was hard for you. Because goodbye could mean forever. It is something your friends said to you when they learned about your addiction. You haven't seen them since and well... You wanted to see Elvis again... and... you had a feeling you would bump into him a lot more.

You don't know what overcame you once you got back to your room, but you removed the covers blocking your window. You let in the moonlight and smiled. The headache you once had was long gone, and you felt comfortable. You felt okay, sure, your body was still shaking... but your mind wasn't on the drugs... it was just your body missing them.

You turned the temperature down in your room and stripped down and got into your pajamas. Sure what you wore daily could be considered clothes to sleep in... it felt nice being able to slip on clothes that were dedicated just for the bed. You sat crisscross on your bed and grabbed your journal. A new page... a new thought. The found yourself drawing an ocean line with the sun setting behind it. The sunset was a happy memory, always was and always will be.

"So... we sailed onto the sun." You said softly as you drew the backs of two people, one being you... the other being someone. You didn't know whom to draw. You didn't want to draw your late husband... you didn't want to think about him.

"To a better land, where we could be happy." You mumbled and closed the journal up. You laid down and held the book close to yourself. Were you weird for sleeping with your journal? You never thought about it too much... most people slept with nothing or a teddy bear. You slept with a journal.

"Do you think that... possibly one day... Everything will be back to normal?" Elvis asked you as you stuffed your face with a chocolate croissant. You looked over at him confused. What did he mean by normal?

"What do you mean by normal?" You asked as you covered your mouth. Sure, it was rude to talk with food in your mouth... but you didn't want to be rude and take forever to answer him.

"Like... ya know... where we will be able to live out in the world again." He added on. You thought about it. You knew that there was no way you could be in your bedroom at your parent's house without trying to rip it apart. Let alone feel normal again. Normal was just such a weird word. Normal... normal like... be a woman? Remarry?

"I don't know... I doubt I can even walk into my parent's house anymore after leaving here... If I ever get to leave." You admitted. Sure, you would at some point leave, but would you leave? You could always sign yourself back in.

"I think you can leave... I've seen you improve, Y/n. You don't shake anymore... you... you don't get blurred vision anymore." Elvis pointed out. You smiled softly and nodded. He was right there. Over the several weeks you two spent together, time seems to have gone fast. You have now been here for almost half a year, and Elvis was coming up on his fifth month here. You both have improved quite a lot... you didn't know if it was because you both had each other... or you generally were getting better.

"I've seen you improve also... you're not as pale as when I first met you. You look... generally happier also." You pointed out. Elvis let out a light laugh and smiled.

"You make me happy," he admitted. You felt yourself blush and lowered your head. Elvis was always a charmer. You knew this from the papers years ago, but everything they said was true. He was a nice guy, handsome, caring, charming... the list could go on and on.

But the question was... were you ready for something new? Sure, it's been over ten years since you lost your husband... maybe it was time... hell, you haven't even thought about him much. Only when you and Elvis got to talking about your lives. While you already knew most of Elvis' life due to the papers... you learned things that weren't.

"That's a bold statement..."

"Yeah well... you know I believe and how." You looked up at him. You knew he was bringing the discussion back to his question. To be normal once again.

"Maybe it won't be completely normal... but we can at least try." Elvis continued as he reached over. He took your hand in his and stared at you with those goddamn blue eyes. Why were blue eyes such a weakness to everyone? It made no sense... you hear no one else talking that way about brown eyes... green eyes... hazel eyes... There was just something about blue eyes. Maybe it was because one in four people had blue eyes and brown eyes just overtook that.

"Together..." He then whispered. Your cheeks flared up and you looked away. A slight smile on your face. You weren't ashamed of your crush on Elvis... Hell, the nurses even had a crush on Elvis.

"Together?"

"Together." He repeated, soft and gentle... The voice you heard on the first night... still felt so safe and comforting.

"Bye... I love you..." You whispered out as you gave your parents one last hug. Your eyes were already blurred with the tears that had fallen since you saw them. Your mother smiled and held your face in her hands.

"I am so proud of you, Y/n... so so proud." She pressed a kiss to your cheek. You nodded and sniffled. Your heart was beating a hundred miles per hour, and for once... it wasn't because of drugs... it was because you were happy.

"Come here, squirt," your father spoke. You turned and wrapped your arms around him once more. He gave you a small squeeze and looked at you once more.

"I am beyond proud of you. I can't wait till you come home." You nodded in agreement with your father. One last kiss on the cheek and you pulled away. You walked out of the room and met up with Elvis who was waiting for you. You placed your hand on his shoulder and he looked at you. A smile on his face. He stood up and wrap his arm around you. He turned to look at your parents and smiled. He shook his head gently and walked down the hall with you.

"You know, little darlin', the smile's returning to their faces," Elvis spoke. You looked over at him. A small smile found its way to your face. Hearing that from an outsider's perspective who didn't know your parents... it felt... nice... it felt... truthful.

"You really think so?" Your voice was soft and full of hope.

"I know so," he leaned down and kissed your cheek lightly.

Your visits with your doctor and therapist have been good. Great in fact. Your body was healing ever so slightly. From when you first stepped in to now... it healed almost perfectly. Your therapist noticed how you were happier. You no longer felt that there was a shadow hanging over you. You felt someone standing over you, a smile on their face. It was a nice change, and it made you feel relaxed and at peace.

Not to mention, your relationship with Elvis has never been better. While you weren't in an official relationship... Elvis stated that once you both got out he wanted to take you on a date... he also mentioned the possibility of living with him at Graceland. It all sounded crazy... but you knew once you left you didn't have anywhere to go.

The fear of stepping into your bedroom at your parent's house... You just knew your body would know where you are... You didn't want to go back in fear. That bedroom was no longer an escape. It was your own personal hell. Elvis wasn't offended when you couldn't give him an answer. He understood completely... maybe it was him who was pushing too far into something that wasn't there just yet, but he loved you... and you loved him.

Your parents tried to visit you every week. At first, they stayed true to that. Visiting you on the same day... the same time. Yet, as time passed... they started to visit less and less and you knew something was up, but they wouldn't bother you with it. That felt bad... they would still come to visit you and keep this big secret from you? It felt like a ton of bricks on your chest... yet, when you were with Elvis... that disappeared. Cheesy... But it's how you felt.

"What's on ya mind?" Elvis asked as you two made it back to his room. You sat down on his bed and looked over at him. You didn't know how he did it, but he always knew when something was bothering you. You let out a sigh and looked down at your covered hands. You were wearing one of Elvis' sweaters, and due to his lengthy arms... the ends went over your hands.

"My parents are keeping something from me, and I know it has something to do with me." You admitted. Elvis sat down next to you and pushed back some loose strands of hair behind your ear.

"Why would you think that?" He asked as he ran his hand down your back.

"I can see it in their face... behind their smiles... They're keeping something from me..." You explained it the best you could. There was just a feeling you felt when you saw them. You couldn't explain it well... but it was there, and you couldn't deny it either.

"It's like they think I can't handle it," you started to tear up. You were sure you were overreacting... but it still hurt that

"Oh, baby..." he said softly and rubbed your back. "Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby." You nodded and moved so that you were laying under his covers. The nurses got mad sometimes when you stayed in his room. Mostly due to the fact that... they would come to check on you and couldn't find you. Yet, after a while, they got used to you being in Elvis' room.

"Will you join me?" You asked softly. He nodded and took off some of his clothes and joined you in bed. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. He hummed softly. One of his songs... you knew what it was. It was gentle and soft... You made you sleepy. Your eyelids start to get heavy and you found yourself falling asleep to his voice.

"Darlin', you carry that weight a long time... let it go..." He whispered and pressed a kiss on your head.

Some nights were harder than others, but when you first fell asleep near Elvis, it was the best sleep of your life. You would never admit that to him though. You knew that moment you did, he would turn it into something big. You felt like you knew everything about him at this point. How he acted, how he felt towards some things. That was the beauty of this place... you guys got to spend every waking minute together. Sure, you had to be separated during your sessions with the therapist or the doctor, but besides that, you two were always together.

The next day was no different. You woke wrapped in his arms. A smile plastered on your face as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. You went on with your normal routine... getting on clean clothes, writing about your previous day in your journal... another hobby your picked up. It was good to keep notes of your previous days, especially when fighting an old addiction. One day you wanted to share your story with the world, to show that they aren't alone in this.

"~And in my house of darkness, she is standing right in front of me," Elvis said gently and caressed your cheek lightly. You blushed gently and looked into his eyes. You then let out a giggle and shook your head.

"What?" He laughed out a laugh. Not only at your reaction, but because of your blushing face.

"Nothing nothing," you shook your head with a smile. You placed your hands on his chest and pushed yourself away. You walked over towards the window and looked outside. You felt Elvis come up behind you, and soon his arms were wrapped around your waist.

"We should go outside one day." You said as you laid your head back on his chest.

"You sure?" His voice was soft.

"Yeah," you nodded lightly, "I think... I think I'm ready."

"If you want, we can go out now...?" He suggested. You let out a hum and shut your eyes. It would be nice to get some fresh air. You can't remember the last time you had it.

"You know... there have been... many times I've been alone." You admitted as you looked back at Elvis. He nodded in agreement understanding completely. He knew what it was like to be alone. He knew that feeling too much.

"Being outside used to scare me. It made me think that... I would run... somehow go back to my old ways... Back to a time when I was alone and lost. Lost in the drugs... close to the bridge of death. Somehow... the thought of outside and the river... it made me think that... if I walked in... I would fall right into hell." You described the best you could. Sometimes it was hard to describe how you were feeling... You felt so many things and yet... you couldn't find how to explain them.

"If you trust in yourself... you will make your own bridge over troubled waters. Make your own path to your happiness." Elvis replied. Trust in yourself... make your own bridge over troubled waters... over your past... over the drugs that let you here... Live a different life... a new one with Elvis.

"Your mommy's waiting for you, darlin'," Elvis said softly. You shook your head and closed your eyes. You didn't want to leave... not without Elvis. No...

"I don't want to leave... please..." You whispered gently.

"You did your time... I'll be okay. We'll find each other." He said gently. He ran his thumb along your cheeks, wiping away the tears that were falling.

"Please don't make me leave..."

"I can't keep you here, darlin'."

"You can't... but I will."

"No. Don't say that. I want you to go out there and live your life. The future looks good and you got time to rectify." You sniffled and buried your face against his chest. He pulled you closer and rubbed your back. He didn't want you to leave either, but he shouldn't be selfish at this point. You did your time and you got better. You've been clean for almost two years, and he was almost there. He didn't know what he would do when you left but... he had to get better. He wanted to be with you. You pulled away and looked up at him. He smiled at your face and pressed his lips against your forehead.

"The future still looks good and you have got time to rectify." He whispered gently. You just kept shaking your head. You really did not want to leave.

"Don't give me that attitude." You cracked a smile from the expression he held on his face. You turned away to hide your smile, knowing it would feed into him being right about something.

"I'll visit you every chance I can." You said as you turned back to look at him.

"I expect ya too," he joked lightly, but deep down he hoped you did. No one visited him. His dad... well he did visit once or twice... but besides that, no one visited him. He knew he was about to feel extremely down when you leave but to know you would visit him... it brought him hope that one day he will be able to leave. To get out and be with you again.

"I'll try and visit every day, I promise."

"Don' make a promise you can' keep." He whispered as he caressed your cheek.

"Well, this is one I will keep. So... I promise to visit you every single day until you get out." You smiled. He shook his head and let his eyes roll playfully as he lifted your chin.

"You better," he muttered and pressed his lips against yours, for a short sweet kiss.

You two have kissed before. They didn't last long, ever... unless they were fueled with sadness and emotion. You didn't complain though... cause short kisses just meant you got more in the end. You also knew that Elvis didn't want to rush anything. He didn't have to tell you that to figure it out. He came here to get better, and he didn't need the stress of a girlfriend on his hands, even if it was you.

You weren't even ready for a relationship. You still held that fear deep inside of you, but you were already smitten and in love with Elvis. Funny how things can change with time... and yet... you were leaving him, and god... you really didn't want to. You were going back home, to a place that would most likely trigger every possible thing within your body.

"Go on now, get out of 'ere, superstar." He whispered. You chuckled at his pet name for you and picked up your bag. It was filled with your belongings and a few of the things Elvis gave you. Mostly just a few shirts, and some rings of his.

"Bye Elvis..." You said softly.

"Bye, sweetheart." He replied and sent you a farewell wink. You sniffled and walked out of his room. You didn't want to cry, but you knew you would end up crying.

You made your way through the halls once more. You would no longer have to stare at the blank white walls. The plain white whites and ceilings. It was just all white... Why were all hospitals, centers, wards, and just everything that had medical professions/ centers were white? Wouldn't you want something that wouldn't display color? Especially with the chance of blood. You grew up with the fear of your mother yelling at you to never wear white because it stains, and yet...

"You excited to go home, Y/n?" Alice came up beside you.

"If I'm being honest... no. I'm scared I'll get triggered back into my old ways." You confessed as you sent her a sad smile.

"Well, if things go wrong, our doors are always opened for you. You can have your old room back and everything. I doubt it will come to that though. You've come so far." She reassured you. You nodded and took her words to heart.

"Can you promise me something?" You asked as you two came to the door that blocked you from your parents. She nodded and came to a stop as you did.

"Always," she replied.

"Keep me posted on Elvis... I'll be visiting every day and I know he won't tell me anything. Just keep me updated please when I visit." You asked, more like begged but...

"I'll share what I can with you." You nodded accepting her answer and walked through the doors once Alice opened them. You smiled at your parents and walked toward them.

They started to say how proud they were of you they were. They then reassured you would feel safe at home. You were pretty sure that they mentioned how they completely ripped your room apart and changed it up. Hopefully, they were right and you wouldn't get triggered. You did not want to go down that road again... You didn't... you didn't want to disappoint Elvis. Soon, you guys were in the car and started to drive out. Your head was turned as you watched the building grow smaller as your dad drove.

"There is something we have to tell you, Y/n." Your mother pulled your attention towards her.

"What is it?" You wondered. Was this what they were keeping from you for years? Were they finally about to tell you?

"He's alive dear... he... he never died... he faked his death." Your father said.

"He's what...?" You stared at your parents in disbelief. You couldn't believe your ears. Did you hear that correctly from your parents? You blinked repeatedly and shook your head.

"He's alive... he's been alive all this time." Your father repeated. You felt your throat go dry. Your vision blurred... everything inside of you was screaming. Something you haven't felt in a long time.

"Stop the car. Now!" Your voice was loud. Your father stopped the car and soon you were fumbling to get out of the car. Your hands were shaking, and everything in you burned. You blinked quickly and pushed yourself out. You turned towards the building you were just in and ran for it. Most people would run away, but no... no... you needed to be safe... you... you needed to be with Elvis.

You pushed open the doors and pushed through the halls and doorways that led to where Elvis was. His room was on the third floor. Right next to your old one. Hot heavy tears fell from your face as you fell against the wall. Your head pounded as you slid down.

"Y/n?!" You turned your head and found Alice. She reached for you as you shook your head.

"I- I- I."

"I got you, come on." She reached for you. She tried to lift you up onto your feet, but your body fought back and declined any type of help. You didn't want to move, even if you wanted to you couldn't. You felt your body go back into the state it was for years. The state you just got out of not too long ago. "Nurses! I need help!" Before you knew it nurses were rushing over to you, and patients were told to stay in their rooms.

"E-Elvis- I,"

"It's okay, Y/n. We got you, you're safe." Alice said softly as they got you up and into a wheelchair. Your head limped back as you stared up at the plain white ceiling. Every so often a light would appear in your vision

"We need to get her into her room quickly." One of the nurses whispered from behind you. Something that often way more often than you'd want to admit. All nurses and doctors did were whisper and mumble about your condition. They never wanted to share too much information, they mostly wanted to dry you of your money first. Not like you had any.

"She said she wants Elvis." Alice brought up. Alice was your caretaker and nurse ever since you first got here. She's seen your highs and lows, but this... she has never seen. You would have to remember to apologize later.

"It doesn't matter what she wants. We need to keep her safe and away from everything."

"Elvis can h-"

"Alice enough! We're lucky she even ran back in here for help." The nurse raised her voice at Alice. You felt bad. You knew Alice meant well, and she was listening to you.

"I-"

"Shush honey," the rude nurse stopped you from talking. As you made it down your wing, you started to count the doors. Mostly in hopes to realize when you were passing Elvis'. Every numbered door you passed though, was a blurred mess.

"E! E~" You tried to call out in hopes he would hear. To be fair... Your voice was wavy. Sure it was only one syllable and a letter, but you weren't even sure if it sounded like E. You hope that somehow... someway... he would hear you.

As you arrived at your room, or old room... or... everything was just so confusing and scary. You heard the nurses talk but... but... you couldn't hear anything anymore. You heard a loud pitched sound. Almost like a scream... One that you tried to get away from. The sound that the drugs made disappeared.

"Tie her up to the bed-"

"Um... no... That is not what we do here." Alice looked at the other nurse in shock. She couldn't believe what had just come out of her mouth. Sure, there were moments when they had to do such things, but she knew you. You were never a harm to anyone, including yourself.

"She is a danger to herself, and others." The other nurse tried to push her case.

"No she's not, if we get Elvi-" Alice tried to speak once more. She knew about you and Elvis, and she knew how you two helped each other. She knew, that if you were alone with Elvis long enough... everything will turn out fine.

"Elvis can't help her! Nothing can help her!" The nurse screamed. Alice shook her head and pushed her out of the room. You were curled up on the bed. Ears pressed against your ears to block out the screaming sound, but it still played... and loud.

"I suggest you leave my patient alone right now. I suggest you go back to the crazy ward because that's where you clearly belong." Alice got rid of the nurse. "Go get Elvis! Bring him here!" She called out before she walked back over to you. She placed a hand on your back and rubbed gently.

"Elvis will be here shortly... everything will be okay, Y/n... You got this... I believe in you... we believe in you... Elvis believes in you." She tried her best to calm you down, but to be fair... nothing in you could fix this... either time or drugs did. Time would take... hours... upon hours...

"I got him! He's coming down now," a nurse popped into the room. Alice nodded and got up. She closed the blinds quickly and left the room as Elvis walked up.

"Is she okay?"

"I don't know. We- I don't know what happened. One second she was leaving with her family, next she was running back in and then she fell to the ground. She's shaking... I- I think something triggered her back into that old state." Alice explained. Elvis nodded and pushed forward into your room. He closed the door and covered the window before he walked over to you.

"Oh, darlin'... my sweetheart..." He said softly. He moved you over a bit before he laid down next to you. He got his arms around you and pulled you close. His scent entered your nostrils and your heart seemed to race up even more like... like it was some kind of drug.

"It's okay... I got ya," he whispered and rubbed your back. He didn't know what happened. He just knew that at that moment, you needed someone to help you forget whatever is on your mind. To help you forget what was happening. To forget really. He wanted to be your drug... one that wouldn't drive you crazy or kill you. He wanted to be your savior.

It did take quite some time for you to calm down. Not as long as it would have if you were by yourself. You had Elvis to thank for that. It sounded silly to say that... someone was able to help you through things... It was like that... typically saying that people would say. There were moments that you thought that was silly, but then you met Elvis... and well... your perspective changed on everything.

It was nighttime when you lifted your head away from his chest. Well... you didn't know if it was or not. Alice covered the windows and you were thankful for that. When you got like this it was best to block out all light to prevent a headache from forming. You would have to thank her later when you saw her next.

You pulled yourself away and sat up. You rubbed your eyes and looked over at Elvis. You sent him a small smile. You were thankful he was here. You were thankful that he was even your friend... Thankful that he was in your life. You felt lucky to have Elvis as a friend, but not even in a sense of... just because he was famous. No no... you were lucky because he was a great guy.

"Ya feelin' better?" He asked gently as he ran his hand up your thigh gently. You nodded and reached for his hand.

"I wanna hold your hand... If that's okay..." you said softly. Elvis smiled and held your hand in his

"Ya don' have to ask, sweetheart." He reassured you and brought your hand to his lips, where he pressed a soft kiss to your hand. You closed your eyes and let out a hum.

"Did ya want to talk?" He then asked. You nodded gently and leaned your head against his shoulder.

"My parents said he's alive... Uh... H-Harry... th-that he f- that he fak- faked his death." You couldn't even believe yourself when you were talking out loud. It sounded ridiculous and honestly, you wouldn't blame Elvis if he didn't believe you.

"I-I just don't- Wh-what did I do? I-I"

"Shhh, you're stressin' yourself out..." he said gently and kissed the top of your head. You took a few deep breaths and tried to calm yourself down, but in all reality, you had many many questions.

Why would he fake his death? Why not just leave and end the marriage if he wasn't happy? Second of... HOW? You saw blood, you saw his fucking gust everywhere! You heard him screaming bloody goddamn murder! There was no way he was alive and faked that all! Then again... why would your parents lie to you? If that fucker was alive... THIS WHOLE TIME...

"I- I just don't understand..." You whispered as your eyes started to tear up again.

"He's a dick, is what he is." He ran his fingers through your hair. It brought you comfort and peace.

"Yeah..." you said softly.

You met Harry back when you were fresh at the age of eighteen. You two got married when he was twenty-one and you were nineteen. Yeah... you two moved pretty quickly. To be honest, you were surprised you didn't have a baby at this point. All your friends had them at this point. Then again... you got addicted to drugs and your life was ruined. All because of Harry...

It was love at first sight, or at least you thought it was... Your mind was just all over the place and honestly, you didn't know what to believe anymore. You two fell in love quickly and got married quickly. Your parents were iffy about the whole situation but still went along with it... because well... he made you happy, and your happiness was their number one priority.

You two moved into a lovely house. It was small sure, but it was everything you could've wanted and more... when you turned twenty-two... something terrible happened. It was a few months after your birthday. You were currently taking a nap on the couch when you were awoken by a loud sound, and soon screams followed afterward. At first, you stayed put. A scream could mean two different things... one... the person was injured... or... there was a murderer or something. You got up after a while and went to look at what happened.

Harry laid on the ground. Blood all over him, blood under his body. What you saw... it caused you so much trauma and pain. You were barely able to reach the phone before you collapsed to the floor. Something inside of you knew he was dead, or at least you thought he was...

"Stop laughing'" Elvis whined slightly as he placed the guitar down. You let out a giggle and shook your head.

"You're the one being weird about it." You got up from his bed and walked over to him.

"I think I'm being realistic." He looked your way. You let out a hum and placed your hands on his shoulders. He smiled softly and wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled and took in his appearance. The time was creeping up, and Elvis was going to be able to leave soon. You could have left whenever you wanted to, but you opted to stay until he was able to leave.

These have been the fastest years of your life and you were sad to see them go. Elvis had already invited you to live with him at Graceland and you eagerly accepted, much to your embarrassment. He had so many songs he couldn't wait to get out in the world... you were honestly proud of him. Proud of yourself as well. You couldn't wait for the future. Mostly because you knew you were going to spend it with Elvis... but also because you knew that you were a new person.

"You act like you haven't picked up a guitar in years." You let out a chuckle and shook your head.

"Cause I haven't!" He argued, but he knew damn well he wasn't about to win this.

"I disagree... because I hear you all the time in here." You pointed out, a snarky smile on your face.

"I think you're hearing someone else." He tried to come up with any type of excuse against your statement. He pulled you down onto his lap and rubbed comforting shapes against your thighs.

"You're the only one I know who plays guitar and sings." You mentioned as you looked into his eyes.

"You need to meet more people, honey." He chuckled and shook his head.

"Can't do that while I'm in here." You brought up. He knew you were right. Sure, you could make friends with other patients... but well... some of them were questionable.

"We'll be out soon. The both of us, and we'll be able to live our lives together." You smiled at that thought and shook your head. Elvis always knew what to say to get your heart going.

"You're waiting for someone to perform with." You pointed out. You knew he missed performing, and you knew damn well he missed all his fans.

"Yeah, you." He pulled you down and kissed you.

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A/N ::: I have it bad for Bakugo right now. I pretty much worked on this all damn day. Which will explain any errors you may find. I read and reread on Google Docs but it's almost 11pm and my tired eyes can take no more. It if's horrific, please tell me so I can fix it. I hate a misspelled word. Grammatical is fine. Love grammatical errors. I do them on purpose. Now I'm rambling and need to go to bed. Enjoy! Thank you for having Baku-Flu with me.

C/W ::: Too tired to elaborate. I'll fix it tomorrow. But MINORS, LOOK DOWN AND WALK AWAY. DOWN ... AWAY. Aged up Bakugo, Sorta slow burn, playful banter, alcohol use (not much), oral {M->F}, sex, quippy conversation. The End. Like I said, I'll fix this tomorrow, objectifying Bakugo? Admiring his ass. Idk. Leave me alone.

Hard to Get

It wasn't long after you turned on the tv that your mind started to wander. You were thinking about your best friend's birthday party you just got home from. You were thinking about Bakugo who was there, looking so delicious.

His neck muscles turned and twitched whenever he moved his head or swallowed something. His lips curled into a sick and tight smirk whenever he looked at you. Your stomach would drop to your pussy and it made you feel sick in the best way.

The show you were watching was of little interest. Your hands had been resting on your spread legs as you lay on the couch, rubbing your inner thighs in slow, soft circles. Unaware of just how much you were turning yourself on while mindlessly daydreaming of him. Of Bakugo, being the one who's resting between your knees, touching you so sweetly. Wishing he was the one edging you closer and closer to your release.

The clock on your mantel chimed, signaling the end of this day and the start of a new one. You had no reason to stay up so you decided to call it and go to bed. You brush your teeth. Wash your face (with cold water - one last attempt at cooling yourself off) and climb into bed.

It was an hour before you even felt tired and it pissed you off that you laid there tossing and turning for so long. Still horny. Still too stubborn to give in and bring yourself some relief. You didn't want to touch yourself. You wanted Bakugo to do it. And since he wasn't here, you were going to throw a little hissy fit that only you would know about. Whatever.

You were just nodding off in your soft blankets and warm bed when your phone lit up and a pretty little chime resonated through your dark room.

"Hey." Is all it said. You didn't recognize the number, not even a little bit. So you texted back that they have the wrong number. No one you know generally texts this late at night anyway. Putting the phone down on your nightstand you rolled over and squished yourself back down into the mattress.

"No, I don't have the wrong number. I got this from {friend's name}, y/n =)."

"Ok, so all that tells me is you're a creepy asshole who harassed my best friend and got my cell number from them. Lose it. Permanently."

"Tsktsktsk. That's no way to talk to the guy who you were making fuck me eyes at over the birthday cake. Now is it, sweetheart?"

You laughed, "{Males name}, I'm so relieved to hear from you! I thought since you were there with your wife and kids you wouldn't notice me making fuck me eyes at you. When can I see you again? WITHOUT the fam, ok? They were a real drag."

"The FUCK! You calling me a creepy asshole is real rich. It's Bakugo, dumbass."

"Who?" This was too fun.

"Oh my God, you're so annoying, y/n. Bye. YOU lose MY number PERMANENTLY!"

"Bakugo, waitttt wait wait! I'm fucking with you lol! Jesus. You're so serious all the time! What're you doing up so late? Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"I don't have a bedtime, little girl. I make my own rules, baby."

"Who you calling a little girl? I'll have you know I no longer piss the bed. Well, unintentionally, anyway."

"YOU'RE FUCKING SICK!"

"You love it. There's no shame when it comes to sex. The dirtier the better, I say."

"..."

"Pussy got your tongue?"

"What?"

You huffed, "Pussy (Cat) got your tongue?"

"..."

Minutes passed before he said anything so you texted him again. "You typing with one hand? You know, some phones have a one-handed setting. It might be helpful for when you're ... well, using one hand for typing and one hand for something else. Just FYI. Anyway, if you're done, I'm going to try and get some sleep. I have stuff I gotta do tomorrow."

"..."

And that was the end of that conversation with Bakugo.

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You woke up just the way you went to sleep: Horny. But you overslept and had some things to take care of before you could even think about doing that. Your shower was quick and way less hot than usual. The clothes you put on were loose-fitting and casual. This is what Saturday's were made for. Being comfortable, getting shit done and then spending the day lounging around.

There was one parking spot left at the post office and you were about to take it when some fucker on a motorcycle swooped in and stole it right out from underneath your tires.

"What the fuck, asshole!" You got out of your car and yelled at the person with the black, stickered helmet sitting on their shoulders. "I was going to park there, kindly move your fucking bike? Jesus."

The person came over to you and stood unnervingly close. So close to you that you had to back up against your car. "Um, personal space, dick." You pushed them away, your fingers dug into their hard chest muscles. You had to admit, with how much you've wanted to fuck lately, they felt so good. But that didn't change the fact they were a total piece of shit for taking this so far.

"You don't recognize me, little girl?"

"Little girl??" Where have you heard that recently. You narrowed your eyes and said, "{Males name}? Is that you hiding your asshole face behind the helmet?"

The man laughed and pulled his helmet off. "Yeah, yeah. It's me, {Males name}. You're a fucking idiot." He chuckled again and leaned in to hug you.

"Heyyy, Bakugo." You said in a quiet little voice. You wrapped your arms around his neck and backed yourself up the rest of the way against your car, pulling him with you. "You ..." you exhaled in his ear, "are so ..." pushing your tits into his pecs, "fucking ... mmmuch of an asshole." Pushing him away you pointed at the spot he took before you even had a chance to turn your blinker on. "I - why do you even need a whole spot? You can just leave that dumb thing on the sidewalk!"

"DON'T!" He grabbed you by the cheeks, squishing them together, causing your lips to squish out. His sudden movement and his hands so rough on you made you weak in the knees. "Don't talk about her like that. Ok?" He looked at his motorcycle and back at you.

You put your hands up, surrendering yourself to his tantrum. "S-sorry. Shit, sorry, ok?" He let go of your face and took a couple of steps back. "What did you need to do here? I can do it for you." He offered.

"I just have to ship this package and drop this in the outbox. I think I can handle it." You started to get back into your car.

"I'm sorry. Fuck. I didn't mean to ---" you shook your head at him, silently asking him to not bother with the apology.

"I get it. And you know what? Here." You tossed the small package to him and dug a $10 out of your pocket and gave that to him as well. "Thanks, parking spot stealer. Catch ya on the flipside."

He moved out of the way as you drove off without so much as a smile, a wave or even a resentful glare.

But he waved at you.

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The next time you saw Bakugo was at the coffee shop with your friend's boyfriend. You walked in and saw him with his stupid pointy blond hair and that stupid grimace on his stupid ... hot face.

You pretended to not see him even though you noticed him as soon as you walked up to the large window front.

The door chimed, signaling the entrance of a new patron. For some reason, all eyes went to you. Like you were the millionth customer or something.

Still, you kept your eyes on the floor and made your way straight to the order counter.

The cashier took your order and you were about to hand them the $9 for your fancy coffee when Bakugo swooped in and pushed your hand down so he could pay for you.

"Hey, y/n. Uh, lemme get this for ya? Let me make it up for the other day, yeah?" He tried to smile but it didn't really come across as much of a smile. More like a dominant show of teeth.

"Oh, you're ... you're here, too. I can pay for this, thanks tho---" You did your best to convince him to fuck off. But he wouldn't have any of it.

"Goddamn it, don't be an asshole. Let me buy you a coffee. C-consider this will be like a first step in our dating life, hm?" Fuck, he was hot. And he had at least one friend. Even if that friend was your best friend's boyfriend.

"Jesus, Bakugo. Fine! Fine. Pay for the damn coffee. Thanks. Thank you. Ok? You happy? I owe you now." You stepped back so he could pay. He put his hand on the curve of your waist as he moved passed you. It was fairly obvious what kind of effect it had on you. Your face turned a sweet shade of pink, your eyes blew out until they were almost all pupils. You just hoped he wouldn't see.

"You ok, y/n? You look like you're going to barf." He said.

"I'm not going to barf, you idiot. I just," you looked down the front of his body and left your eyes on his inseam.

"Y/n? you just ...?" He lifted your chin with his index finger, bent down a little and tilted his head to look into your eyes before your face was completely up.

"Huh? Wha-? Oh! I just need coffee. Just ... coffee. Can I get that to go, please? I gotta, I gotta go." You grabbed the coffee and stormed out.

"Hey! Y/n, whe- wait!" Bakugo called after you but you didn't stop. "The fuck. The actual fuck." He said to his friend.

They shrugged. "I've always thought she was a little odd." He laughed.

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You called up your friend who gave him your cell number. Immediately going into your yelled speech as soon as they answered their phone.

"WHAT is wrong with you? You know, since you gave that dumbass my phone number he's been texting me and turning up everywhere I go! Did you give him my calendar too? 'Cuz I swear to fucking god, he was at the post office the other day. He stole my fucking parking spot. And then he was at the coffee shop just now. I swear to god he's everywhere now, {best friend's name}!! What have you done?"

"Who is this?" She laughed.

"Fuck, really?!" You yelled at her again. "I'm serious. He's everywhere. He's ... he's ..." You couldn't finish your thought.

"Hot as shit? You want his cock? You want his lips all over your body? You want his babiessss!? Oh my god! You want his babies!" She was in hysterics at the thought.

"You're the devil. You're really ... straight from hell. And I love you. But he's popping up in the places I frequent that I've never seen him at before."

There was silence on her end, until you heard voices in the background.

"Is {boyfriend's name} home?" You waited for her to answer you, hearing a third voice in the room. "Is Bakugo there? Jesus Christ. He's stealing you from me. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." Enough was enough. Though you didn't know how friendly he had been with them in the past, you do know that Bakugo was becoming more and more a part of your life and the lives of your close friends.

Your cell rang. It was a number that you hadn't saved, but you suspected it was your new stalker.

"Hello, Bakugo?"

"Hi, pissy pants. Come over." You didn't love the nickname.

"Come over where? And no. I don't want to." You couldn't help but smile. You were really enjoying the attention he was giving you. Despite your best efforts to hate him, he was wearing you down.

"Come to your girlfriend's house. We're having an impromptu game night. Bring some shit to drink. See you in 30. And don't shower. You smell great as it is. See ya, sweetheart." And he hung up. Not even giving you a change to protest his garbage invitation to someone else's house.

"Don't shower? That's ... huh." You grabbed your keys and wallet and drove to the store to buy some shit to drink, as per his instruction.

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You parked in your friend's driveway, essentially blocking Bakugo's motorcycle in between your car and their garage. You laughed at how pissed it would probably make him. A silent victory.

A petty victory.

Walking in the front door, you saw Bakugo sitting on the couch. His legs spread, hands resting on his thighs. Just daring you to look at him. Anywhere.

"What's going on tonight?" You asked. "Asshat over here called me and told me to bring shit to drink and that it was an impromptu game night? Well, I'm here and I have the shit." Raising the bottles in your hand you showed them off to the 3 other people there.

They all cheered and came to you. Your friend and her boyfriend took the bottles and Bakugo gave you a hug. A lingering hug.

"Hi, pissy pants," he smiled devilishly at you and pressed his hips into yours and his nose into your neck.

It sends a pulse throughout your whole body. You slipped and your breath got caught in your throat. You hoped he wouldn't notice.

"Excited to see me, too? Good. I can't stop thinking about you." He said against your ear.

"I, uh ... yeah. What's up?" You patted him on the back and pushed him away, taking a deep breath when you were finally free of his grasp. "Who's ready for game night? Let's go!"

The next hour or so went by in a haze. The group of you laughing and drinking and playing some board game that was on the coffee table. You won a lot. Bakugo kept losing and it made you smile. He was a terrible loser to his core. There was no in between. At one point, he almost flipped the coffee table over.

You were starting to get drunk. You knew it because that display of raw agitation at something so stupid made your stomach knot up. His shit coping was turning you on.

"I'll be right back." You stood and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. You walked in and turned the light on and shut the door behind you. You tried to shut it behind you but there was a foot in the way. "Jesus. Bakugo, what the fuck." You laughed.

He pushed his way in and locked the door behind him. "We're … talking."

"Now?" You asked. "I was just about to pee. You can wait." You started to walk back toward the door but he grabbed your waist and pushed you back against the sink.

"We're talking, y/n. So fucking listen."

"Ok, I'm listening. What do you want to talk about?" You smiled up at him, your lips slightly parted and your eyes set on his.

"You." He said. "You're driving me fucking insane, ya fuckin' brat. You're always walking around with those pretty tits and that fat ass, making me lose my goddamn mind. I can't stop thinking about you. Your lips, your pussy ... Fuck. I wanna taste you." His hands were all over you. Raking up and down your back, over your ass and thighs.

"Mmm, you think I have a fat ass?" You whispered. He nodded. "You're so silly, Bakugo. You think you can just say those things to me and I'll let you have me? You really think that?"

He nodded again. "I'm going to have you. And you're … gonna let me. That's how this is gonna go."

"Is it?" You laughed. "What if I say no?"

"Then I'm going to fuck you anyway. You want me to. I know it. I like games too, sometimes. I can play any ... little thing … you want. But, I'm just going to take what I want, y/n. And you're going to be begging me to keep going." He grabbed your tits and squeezed them until you moaned.

"I bet you'd love that." You exhaled.

"Fuck, I bet you would too." He pulled you in for a kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you could feel your body getting hot. Your reaction to him was just about the most primal thing you'd ever experienced. You two were drawn to each other like magnets.

"Mmm ... mm-mm." You pushed him back and put your fingers to your lips. "What are we doing, Bakugo? This ... I don't know what you think this is ... but ... I just." You shook your head. "I need to pee. So ... shoo! Go on."

"You're so full of shit. Just admit you want me as much as I want you." He licked his lips and turned around, unlocking the door and walking out. "See you in a minute." He winked at you.

You locked the door behind him and went to the toilet. You looked at yourself in the mirror. "This can't be real. This can't be fucking real." You sat down and tried to compose yourself.

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The next time you saw Bakugo was at the grocery store. You were getting some groceries for the week when you heard someone behind you clearing their throat.

It was him.

"Hi, pissy pants. Fancy seeing you here, of all places."

"Ohh-kayy. You don't even fucking live in this neighborhood! What the hell are you doing over here? Seriously, Bakugo." You looked around to make sure there were people who could hear you. "I don't love you! You need to stop following me, I WILL call the police, you freak!" You couldn't stay composed any longer and started to laugh.

"Oh, ha-ha. God you're an asshole." He eventually laughed, too. "Seriously, though. You won't text me back. Why?"

You shrugged, "I dunno. You're weird."

"What do you mean by that, y/n?"

"You're ... just ... I don't know." You shook your head. "I need to get back to my shopping."

He nodded. "Yeah, I get it. I'm not what you thought I'd be. Not really. But I'm not all bad, either, y/n."

"Hmm, I don't know. I think you're ... well, maybe I've misjudged you. It's not like I really know you. But, I don't know. I'm sorry for saying you're weird. You're not weird, necessarily. I don't know." You looked at him, curious about what he'd say next.

"It's ok. I'm used to people thinking I'm an asshole. It's just ... I like you. I wanna ... I don't know." He leaned over his cart and put his chin in the palms of his hands.

"Go out with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask, y/n! This is, oh my gosh. This is all so sudden! Yes! Yes, of course I'll go out with you!" He smirked. "Let me know when, y/n. See ya later, sweetheart." He took off in the opposite direction, knowing full well you were staring at his ass.

You bit your lip and watched him walk away. "Yup, still hot. Fuck."

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It was the night of your friend's boyfriend's birthday party. Bakugo had been texting you for days, trying to figure out where you'd be and what you'd be doing. You told him you'd be there. So there you were. In a pretty red dress that hugged your curves. And matched his eyes.

"Well, hello." He said as you walked up to him. "Wow, you look so fucking sexy. I love this. I love this dress. I love ... it." He was trying to contain himself.

"Oh, this old thing?" You giggled and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him onto the dance floor. "Dance with me, Bakugo!"

"I'm not really much of a dancer."

"That's disappointing. They say that men who dance are 10x's more likely to make a woman climax in bed. Or on the couch. Or the shower. Anywhere. Guess I'll dance by myself." You shrugged and laughed at your bullshit fact and the effect it had on his face.

"Oh my God, you're going to be the death of me, y/n. Come on." He put his arm around your waist and you two danced for the rest of the night.

A slow song came on and he pulled you to him. He tucked your hand against his chest and he held you close by the small of your back with his right hand. “You having fun, y/n?” He asked, looking down the front of your dress.

“Not as much fun as you, apparently. I can feel that, by the way.” You smirked, gesturing down between the two of you with your eyes. “But yeah, I am, actually. Thank you for dancing with me. You’re surprisingly not that shit at it.”

Bakugo lay his head down on your shoulder and softly kissed your neck. "Let's get out of here." He said, his lips touching your ear as he raised his head and whispered to you. "Let's go back to your place."

You nodded. "Yes. NOW." You grabbed his hand and walked out.

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Once you got to your place, you ran upstairs and put on some music. Your favorite song came on and you danced around your room for a minute before Bakugo walked in, looking at you with the most heavy, lustful eyes you've ever seen.

He slowly walked over to you and put his hands on your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. It was sweet and soft. "Y/n. How hot you are."

You shook your head, "Me? Bakugo, you are ... you are ... so fucking hot. You make me feel so ... I don't know. Like ... like I have no control over myself. You just ... you do this thing to me. It's like my whole body catches fire and then melts and I just want to ... fuck, I want to fuck you."

"I think I can make that happen." He looked at you, waiting for you to make the next move.

You pulled him over to your bed and pushed him down on it. "I'm in charge. Got it? I'm in charge." You climbed on top of him, your hands pushing his shoulders back as you straddled his waist.

"No, no you're not. But nice try." He flipped you over and held your wrists above your head. "You're mine, y/n. You're all fucking mine. I'm going to make you feel good. I'm gonna make you cum so hard, you'll be screaming my name for days because you’ll be too damn stupid to remember anything else." He smiled and kissed your neck, his hand moving down your body to your panties.

You gasped and bucked your hips up, "Fuck, Bakugo. That feels so good." Your fingers were in his hair, pulling it at the roots.

He pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside your pussy. "Jesus. You're so fucking wet, y/n. Is this for me? This wet pussy is for me? Fuck." He pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit in slow, tight circles.

Your back arched off the bed, "God, yes, Bakugo. Fuck! Oh my fucking god, th- ... Don't … Please don't fucking stop!" You screamed.

"You gonna cum for me, baby? Huh? You gonna cum all over my fingers? I know you are. But not yet." He pulled his fingers from you, licked them clean and kissed your lips.

You grabbed his face and kissed him back, tasting yourself on his tongue. "Bakugo, I want ... lemme suck your cock."

"Hohhh fuck." He moaned. "You will, sweetheart. You will. But not right now. Right now ..." he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down around his knees. His cock was hard and throbbing.

"Oh, fuck, Bakugo." Your eyes were wide with wonder as you sat up on your elbows on the bed. The dress pooled around your waist and your panties sat haphazardly covering your cunt. None of that mattered. All you could see right now was his huge cock.

And it saw you, too.

"It's yours, y/n. It's all fucking yours. So fucking take it, you little brat." He pushed your legs apart and rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit. "Is this what you want? Huh? This big fucking cock inside of your little pussy? Is it?"

"Oh my god, Bakugo! I do, so bad." You whimpered.

"I know you do. That's why I'm going to give it to you." He pushed himself inside of you, slowly stretching you out until you were begging for more.

"More, Bakugo. Give me more. Fuck, fuck me! Oh my god!" You pulled him down on top of you, your hands clawing at his back.

"Fuck, y/n. You're so fucking tight, baby. You're so fucking wet and tight. God, this pussy is perfect. I'm going to fuck you every day, you got that?" He started to thrust faster, his hips slamming into yours with each stroke.

Your back arched up off the bed as he fucked you. You were on the edge, your orgasm building with every move he made. "Oh? Gettin' close? I guess all that dancing really paid off. I should slow the fuck down. Wouldn't want you cumming too fast now. Nnnope." He slowed to a barely discernible drag. Your eyes nearly went full white as they twisted to the back of your head.

"Ba-ku-go ... ple--- ... ya, please. You have ... to ... mmmm … oh my god." You whined as he looked at your contorting face.

"I know, baby. I know. I got you. I'll give you what you want, sweetheart. You're going to cum for me, ok?" He kissed your neck and started to speed up again, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper.

"Yes! Oh my god, don’t … don’t … hoh fuck!" You were on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall off at any moment.

He grabbed your tits, squeezing them and rolling your nipples between his fingers. "Fuck! You're so fucking sexy. I wanna taste those tits, baby." He bent down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he kept fucking you.

Your hands were in his hair again, pulling and tugging as he fucked you harder and harder. Your body started to shake and your breath caught in your throat.

"I'm going to … cum, Bakugo! Fuck! Pleasepleaseplease!" You screamed as you came hard around his cock. "Oh my god! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Bakugo!"

You rode out the twitching and shaking of your body as he continued to fuck you. Dragging out more moans from you than anyone had ever bothered to do before.

His slow pace came to an even more painful stop. He kissed your neck until you were writhing below him. Begging him to do something.

Anything.

Bakugo slid back until just his tip was inside of you. He looked down at where he disappeared into your body and pulled out the rest of the way. His eyes darted back up to yours and he watched you all the way until his lips were encircling your clit.

"Oh my god!" You cried out as he sucked and licked your clit, his tongue pushing in and out of your pussy. "Fuck! Bakugo!" You grabbed his hair and pulled it, the pain making him moan against you. He licked and sucked on you so sloppily that the room was filled with the sounds of wet lapping. It was loud and erotic and almost too much. But it was just enough. You were so close to cumming again that it hurt. Your body was tight. The wire bound within you was ready to snap if he hit you just right once more.

"Cum on my tongue, y/n. Cum for me, baby. Fuck, you taste so good." He said as he pushed two fingers into your pussy, pumping them in and out of you.

Your back arched and your toes curled as you came again. Your legs shaking and your hands gripping the sheets. Your hips bucked up against his face as he sucked and licked you through your orgasm.

Bakugo sat back on his knees, his cock still hard and glistening with your juices. He slowly pumped his cock as he looked down at you. "You're so fucking filthy. I could watch you cum for me all day long." He grabbed your legs and pulled you down to him so that your ass was right at the edge of the bed.

He pushed his cock into you again, this time with a sense of urgency and a need to cum himself. He fucked you hard and deep, his hips slamming into yours with every thrust. He was so close to cumming that you could see it in his face.

"Your - mngh - your face looks stupid when you're about to cum. Y'know that?" You tried to laugh but all you could do was moan at how good his cock filled you. How good it felt as it dragged inside of you.

He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he fucked you harder. "Oh god, y/n. You feel so fucking good. I'm going to cum in you, ok?" He moaned as he fucked you.

"Yes! Fucking cum in me ... hmm ..." You moaned as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you. "Fill me up, Bakugo. Fuck!" You screamed as you came again, your body shaking and your pussy tightening around him.

Bakugo pumped his hips a few more times before he came inside of you, his cum filling you up and spilling out onto the bed. "Oh, fuck! Y/n! Fuck!" He moaned as he kept fucking you through his orgasm.

He eventually stopped, his cock still inside of you as he collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your neck. "Oh my god, y/n. That was ... that was so fucking good." He kissed your neck and chest before he rolled over and lay next to you on the bed.

"And to think, what I said about men who dance was total bullshit."

"I knew it! I knew you were lying about that." Bakugo laughed. "You're a little shit, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know. But I got you to dance with me, though." You smiled.

"You did." He smiled back. "But you're the one in bed with me."

You looked over at him and he was flipping you off with both hands.

"Fuck you." He laughed.

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