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HOW TO SURVIVE SENIOR YEAR ☆

ERIC SOHN x reader 𝜗𝜚𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

˗ˏˋ description:ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭ : a chaotic how to guide on surviving high school with an 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 crush on the skater boy with the locker next to urs.

˗ˏˋ genre: ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭: pretty much chaos & fluff !

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚ word count: ɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆: 5.4k+

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚ dt : ɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆: for bar! @sohnric sorry it’s so late ! ! yk, e v e r y t h i n g that’s been going on & i’m sure you don’t mind! merry late c h r i s t m a s i <3 u very much, i tried to incorporate everything for you… i think these prompts definitely reached the right person!! ৎ୭… so for my bar ! ! …..

# FRIDAY 21ST SEPTEMBER 1996

# MORNING! 🌥️

The unbearable series of screeching from the school bell, cued the sound of wheels scraping against the pavement outside. A pair of blue cargo jeans complimenting a classic pair of red jordan’s glued themselves to a skateboard as it began flipping and jumping curbs. The wire of a walkman dangling, the flimsy headphones leaking sounds of a noisy guitar through the hallway of the school.

“Eric Sohn. No skating in the corridor and you’re late to class.” A nerdy-looking hallway monitor approached the skateboard wielding boy, holding out some form of citation for Eric to sign with a wavering hand.

“I’m not signing that.” He laughed, snatching the sheet making sure to crumple it into a tight ball before throwing it behind him. “You didn’t see me. Thank me later.”

The hall monitor, whose name tag read ‘Younghoon’ looked down with eyeballs bulging from his skull at the cigarette in his palm, tears pricking his waterline. Eric continued to skate the corridors to his homeroom, biting into an apple with that jaw of his that had to have been sharpened by the gods-

at least…. that’s what you saw….

Eric was a childhood crush of yours, considering you two lived on the same street growing up and you still vividly remember the heart eyes that pumped from your skull when you watched him play basketball on his driveway from your windowsill every night after school. Everything he did was enchanting, he made the simplest things look hot and his charm was next level too.

As for what Kevin sat next to you was seeing: just some dude burping and blowing it into his friends face afterwards.

In your sick love fantasy, you still thought he was the funniest most angelic man to first stick his feet in the soil of the earth.

“If you wanna survive senior year, you need to stop staring at him like that. it’s gross and it’ll leave you the minute it gets heart eyes for anything else. How many times can we have this conversation?” Kevin laughed and scribbled down, ‘1. NO F**K BOYS (especially Eric Sohn)’ in bright red ink at the top of your page.

“So!” Your homeroom teacher waltzed into the room with a wide grin glowing from cheek to cheek. “The class of 96’ how do you feel?! Your time at this school is almost over! Some of us are setting good examples, sat in our actual chairs and not the table Mr. Sohn?”

You giggled as Eric turned with a sigh, crossing his arms and sinking into his seat, secretly you hoped he would catch eyes with you just for a second and share a smile. However, the boy just put his headphones back on and slammed his head on the wooden desk as if he were to fall asleep.

You looked down at the diary where,

“ 1. NO F**K BOYS ”

had been written so passionately by Kevin and thought, if you’re gonna make senior rules, you should at least make the best high school ‘how to’ guide the world has ever seen.

——

The entire school day, word had gotten about ‘Kyu’s first party of the semester’ renowned for his crazy mansion of a house, and parents that were home a concerningly small amount of the time. Happening tonight, you hadn’t even thought about what you were gonna wear yet, or the fact that Kyu himself was Eric’s bestfriend.

Eric had a rather large friend circle of boys in your year, from Juyeon who was into sports to Jacob who was a bit of a music nerd and closer to Kevin if anything. Despite this, neither you or Kevin had received an invite to Kyu’s house for later that day.

# LUNCHTIME ! 🍛

Filling your metal tray and sitting next to Kevin on the end of one of the empty lunch hall tables, before you you could even begin biting in the panini you’d paid for, it was snatched out of your hand by...

“Sunwoo, that was my sandwich.” You groaned, looking at your empty plate and then back at him with a glare. “Do you not have your own food?”

“This looked nicer than my food, just have it back.” He shrugged dumping the half eaten sandwich back on your plate.

“Oh no it’s all yours.” You smiled sarcastically watching as he smiled and took the sandwich back in one animalistic gulp.

“So sorry about that y/n. Isn’t he just awful? I got you a new one.” Hyunjae, as if the entire scene was staged, sits beside you with his hand smoothly rested on his cheek. He pushed a new sandwich in front of you with a carton of orange juice sat at the top of the tray.

You rolled your eyes before you almost tripped over your comically untied laces (how did both of them end up that way?) You flew backwards only to be caught by Hyunjae, once again returning to his cringey script.

“Falling for me, I see?” He smirked lifting you back to your feet as you sat down to retie your laces that had been undone by someone at some point in time.

“Is this just going to happen every lunchtime?” You cocked an eyebrow with a huff, tying bunny ears in your converse and briefly looking back up to the boy.

“Of course, however each time it just gets more creative.” He smiled confidently, you were unaware that these were romantic gestures since Hyunjae made it seem like one big joke with his extravagant concepts.

“Please make it stop.” You rolled your eyes and tucked into the new sandwich, Kevin laughing to himself. You began to zone out as you noticed Eric from across the canteen, sat on the table skateboard propped up and talking to his friends. He looked at you momentarily with a smile before you were interrupted by Hyunjae waving his hand in front of your face.

“Are you guys coming to kyu’s?” Hyunjae asked, biting into his own.

“No. We’re not cool enough.” Kevin began to fake cry, wiping invisible tears and squealing in a high pitched whine.

“He said anyone can come, of course you guys are invited. When has he ever asked anyone?” Sunwoo added punching Kevin the back lightly and taking a seat at the table. “Just show up.”

As lunch ended, you found yourself digging through your locker for the biology notes you’d written the other day. However as you dug through your shelf you just couldn’t find them.

“What you looking for?” A deep voice alarmed you, looking up to see Eric Sohn throwing his jacket in the locker that belonged to him next to yours.

“Oh. Uhm.” You stuttered for a moment, wondering if your eyes and ears were telling you the truth. “Just some notes for biology, we have a test coming up.”

“Oh yeah, you can borrow mine for now. Just slot them back in my locker on Monday.” Eric passed you a few pieces of A4 with neatly printed notes, the cigarette resting on his lips bobbing as he spoke.

“Thanks, that’s uh, really kind of you.” You smiled as he shook his head nonchalantly.

“It’s nothing, don’t stress.” He added before breezing past you to the exit of the school with a confident stride in his steps, his skateboard under his arms.

# EVENING 🌌 :📍Y/N’s HOUSE

“Okay so what are you wearing?” Kevin asked turning around in his sequin shirt and jeans, complimenting his outfit with a crossbody bag and sunglasses.

“Uhm. Not sure yet. Might go for baggy jeans and a sequin top too.. I have a lot.” You showed Kevin the options, watching as he scratched his chin and looked between them.

જ⁀➴ৎ୭ OUTFIT OPTIONS:

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“Gorgeous!” Kevin smiled, fixing you a few necklaces of his behind your neck. You smiled and looked in the mirror briefly before setting off down the block.

The house pulsated the entire street as guests spilled in the front door to the infectious rhythm playing at max volume from the many speakers around the house. A kaleidoscope of vibrant lights drowned the space, as drinks circulated everyone from the kitchen.

House parties tended to be like some sort of cringe trashy and incomprehensible version of a homecoming dance for adults that you couldn’t seem to understand. Sure they were fun but, high school students embarrassing themselves sure wasn’t.

“Hey Kevin.” A very drunk Ji Changmin sauntered over to us at the entrance, “Who’s the plus one?”

As Changmin looked over with his devilish glare, apart of you started to get nervous. As if you were mixing with the wrong crowd, a gentle flip in your stomach warned you, something was about to go incredibly wrong.

“Hi, I’m y/n.” You introduced yourself with a smile, as he passed you a beer from the many in his arms.

There was one thing that would determine whether someone would survive senior year: alcohol.

“2. PARTIES = STATUS”

Probably one of the most screwed survival tips, but unfortunately for teenagers who were just short of legal age a sip of liquor was enough to emphasise them as ‘cool’. Even if drinking is not your thing, the general consensus of being popular in senior year was to attend parties, host them and make lethal mistakes whilst there.

Throughout the night, you and Kevin found yourselves bouncing from group to group eventually watching Sangyeon and Juyeon play the most intense game of cup pong ever played in the competitive sports world.

♫ ANOTHER NIGHT - REAL MCCOY playing from speakers ♫

“Do you wanna take this one?” Sangyeon asked, holding the ping pong ball in front of you with a raised eyebrow.

“Me?” You asked laughing from the sidelines as he nodded, standing up properly you walked towards the table where most eyes were fixed on the table.

You’d gotten the grips of how to play, grasping the ball with a nervous clench before watching as Juyeon stared down the table with a sly smirk, his arms folded over his white tank top.

Bouncing off the table the ball hit the top of the few cups cups before landing in the fourth, making Juyeon’s total three. The crowd watching laughed as Juyeon threw his head back in defeat, taking the cup and gulping down its contents.

“Taking advantage of beginners luck is dirty play.” Juyeon shook his head at Sangyeon who laughed knowingly. “Whatever. If I land this you’re drinking this.”

Sure enough, as Juyeon bounced the ball across the table it landed in one of the two cups left leaving one. You’d hoped he’d missed not wanting to get to drunk around a group of people you’d never met. Nevertheless you took the cup and necked it’s contents, with a cheering crowd. Juyeon eventually won against Sangyeon, seeing the close of world’s most competitive game of cup pong.

A few drinks through the night, your brain chemistry had already began buzzing and the socialite in you stepped out of hiding, as you spoke to almost everyone you encountered. Hearing commotion from the living room, you dragged Kevin to investigate.

The room buzzed with anticipation as people gathered in a circle, forming a tight-knit group. Nervous giggles filled the air, drowned out by the music playing in the background. Sunwoo placed a bottle in the center of the circle, ready to determine the first pair of an early game of ‘spin the bottle’.

With a flick of his wrist, the bottle spun, its rotation echoing the excitement in the room. Hearts raced as it slowed down, pointing towards its chosen target. The room held its breath as the Sunwoo locked eyes with a girl he’d had a crush on for most of his childhood, their cheeks flushing bright pink as he made eye contact. With a playful smile, Sunwoo picked out one of the ‘fates’ written in the hat, revealing the crumpled paper to the crowd.

“Kiss.” He laughed nervously, smiling as she was, the circle squealed in anticipation. He leaned in to give her peck which raised a “booo” from the crowd at the underwhelming gesture.

“Y/N JOIN IN.” Hyunjae yelled from the group, causing the circle to laugh at how pathetic he was. You jokingly stepped behind Kevin to hide as “Join” began to be chanted in the room, persuading you to sit down in a gap made by Hyunjae and Haknyeon.

You took the bottle and spun it, the booze causing nerves to disappear. As the bottle began to slow down, Hyunjae grabbed the glass pointing it towards him - no one protesting considering this was his life long goal.

You sighed, hoping the paper in the hat wouldn’t do you dirty in this situation, looking up you noticed a familiar figure. Eric’s eyes stared down at you, stood from the other side of the circle, rested against the mantlepiece in his tank top and baggy jeans - a bottle of beer gripped loosely in his hands.

All of a sudden, your hands began to shake in adrenaline, Hyunjae’s eyes wavering as he noticed the way you looked up at the other boy. You began to unfold one of the pieces of paper from the hat, “7 minutes in heaven” you could have screamed. This was truly a worst case scenario, as the circle cheered and Sunwoo ushered the two of you to the bathroom.

Hyunjae locked the door with a sigh, sitting both legs in the bathtub and taking a lengthy swig of his beer in a saddened manner.

“Are you not going to do anything?” You asked curiously, folding your arms and taking a seat on the toilet cover.

“No.”He sighed, resting the bottle on the side and turning to look at you with an inquisitive stare, his eyebrows furrowing as if they contemplating internal questions.

“Why not?” You asked further, leaning forward as Hyunjae’s confident demeanour seemed to have suspiciously faltered.

“I see the way you look at him.” He suddenly spat, as if something within him snapped. “You’ll never give it up will you. Everyday, I do something to make you laugh, smile and show you someone cares. Yet… Every time I try, you’re still staring at that motherfucker who wants nothing to do with you.”

“Sorry?” You asked almost confused, the outburst seemingly unnecessary as he went to speak again but was interrupted by an ominous banging at the door.

“I get you guys are probably exchanging cooties in there, but I need to shit.” The sweet sound of Haknyeon’s charming voice and vocabulary echoed through the bathroom causing you to hold back a laugh in the situation.

“Listen y/n. I need to ask a favor.” Hyunjae proposed, stopping you from reaching for the handle of the door. “My parents have been bugging me about having a girlfriend, since my brother has one now and they’re telling me I’m a good for nothing man who will never be able to commit to someone. Which is kind of true. But will you pretend to be my girlfriend to get them off my back?”

“Will I? Hmmm….” You pretend to think for a second before retorting with a loud. “NO.”

“Please. I’ll help you get him, I’ll do everything I can to help you win Eric over. I’m one of his bestfriends.” Hyunjae’s eyes glistened in genuine sparkle, an expression you’d only come across once or twice in your life.

“I’ll think about it. But for now, it’s not a yes or a no.” You closed the conversation, head spinning as you opened the door, Haknyeon spilling into the bathroom and beelining straight for the toilet.

“3. DONT PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE’s GIRLFRIEND WHILST YOUR TRYING TO GET THE ATTENTION OF THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE.”

Oddly specific rule, however as you proceeded down the stairs it seemed you wouldn’t have to convince people you were dating - their dirty minds had already assumed what had happened in that bathroom.

“You’re on.” You looked back at Hyunjae with a smile before linking arms with Kevin to leave, the party only dying down in the early hours of the morning.

# SATURDAY 22ND SEPTEMBER 1996

# MORNING 🌥️

The gentle rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, birds began chirping outside, and the comforting aroma of breakfast drifted from the kitchen. Your eyes stuck together and your head booming with music from the night before, on the floor Kevin was sprawled emitting gentle snores.

The sound of a car horn outside, immediately brought you to your senses, with your fingers your gently moved the curtain to see Hyunjae leant against his car.

“Your dating Hyunjae?” Kevin asked, giving you the fright of your life as he appeared over your shoulder.

“No.” You immediately refuted, getting shivers from the sickly idea of having to date such a inferior choice of male.

“So why’s he here?” Kevin asked with a sarcastic voice, laughing at the stupidity of the scene.

“We’re dating but like just so his family gets off his back.” You sighed, standing up out of bed and beginning to make yourself look more presentable.

“You’re FAKE dating, Hyunjae?” Kevin’s jaw dropped even more than it already was if that was even possible. “That isn’t gonna look good to lover boy now is it?”

“Listen, he’s helping me get him. He’s on the inner circle, if I have a chance of getting Eric this is it.” You sighed taking your clothes to change in your arms.

“I’m calling Jacob.” Kevin suddenly added, pulling out his nokia with its antenna.

“Don’t you dare he said don’t call unless it’s emergencies, he’s in exam mode.” You recalled, knowing Jacob is practically unreachable during exam season.

“This is an emergency.” Kevin emphasised each word with a sarcastic edge.

“It’s not and if you call him, I’ll make your life so difficult.” You pointed at the boy with a warning finger before walking out to meet Hyunjae in front of his car.

♫ ALL THE SMALL THINGS - BLINK 182 playing from the car radio ♫

“Hey.” You smiled, climbing into the passenger seat of his car, the soft top rolled down so the breeze would eventually leave you wind swept. “Where we heading?”

“Bowling with my parents.” Hyunjae grumbled, more than happy you were in his car but visibly stressed with the entire situation.

“Is this all I have to do and I’m not your girlfriend anymore?” You suggested, leaning your head on the side of the car and letting the wind catch your face.

“Should be. Then I’ll tell you all about him.” Hyunjae chuckled, one hand on the steering wheel and another raking through his hair.

The bowling alley downtown was lively, decorated with neon lights and the sound of crashing pins. The smell of hot dogs and nachos wavering faintly in the air. The lanes are filled with laughter and ‘friendly’ competition.

Hyunjae swiftly introduced you to his mother and father, who looked you up and down before sending him an impressed smile.

“I’ll have to warn you dear y/n, they both get a bit competitive.” Hyunjae’s mother smiled as Hyunjae age his dad began squaring up to each other in the lane.

Whilst you were putting on your shoes, you felt a pair of eyes on you from somewhere unable to tell where.

“Hey y/n!” A familiar cheerful voice greeted you, looking up shell shocked you saw Eric, dressed in his work uniform with a lollipop. You felt your heart shatter, Hyunjae had to know he worked here, he set you up, but why?

Eric looked gorgeous in uniform you had to say, his pinstriped shirt and jeans complimented by the blue cap. However, you had bigger issues.

“You on a date with Hyunjae?” He asked, polishing a pair of shoes behind the counter next to you, happening to notice how pretty his hands were. “You look pretty, he’s a lucky guy.”

What did he say?

“Oh Eric! You met my girlfriend! This is y/n!” Hyunjae wrapped an arm around you with a condescending smile, for you everything felt as if it had frozen in time.

Eric swivelled the lollipop in his mouth for a moment, observing the look of shock you’d tried to conceal with a smile on your face and chuckled to himself.

“Landed a nice one there haven’t you buddy?” Eric almost began to patronise his bestfriend, a look of suspicious nature hidden in his big smile like a cheshire cat.

“I’m just going to go to the bathroom.” You giggled before excusing yourself to the toilets across the arena with a nervous pace.

“Well that backfired.” A voice sounded, someone pulling you back from one of the booths in the canteen. Kevin and Jacob sat like spies with sunglasses tuxedos and newspapers had been watching the entire time.

“He set me up.” You sighed putting your hands in your head. “I know he’s jealous of him but i didn’t think he’d go this far.”

“It’s Hyunjae. This is probably hilarious content to him.” Kevin rolled his eyes as Jacob nodded along, them both peering around the corner to watch the scene unfold.

“Y/n have you ever considered that Eric might like you?” Jacob asked taking his sunglasses off to look at you properly before you answered.

“He definitely doesn’t like me like that, maybe as a friend?” You suggested, twiddling your thumbs together over the wooden surface.

“Well he doesn’t seem to like the entire you and Hyunjae thing.” He added looking back over to the icy conversation between the two boys at the check in desk - Hyunjae’s parents stepping in to tell him they were ready to play.

“How can you tell?” You furrowed your brows in confusion, waiting for the reply as he began to speak.

“Duck! He’s coming.” Kevin quickly hid you under table covering you with his jacket as they both got back to their newspapers.

“Kevin?” The sound of Hyunjae’s voice from above the surface startled. “You seen y/n anywhere?”

“No? I saw her come in with you.” Kevin cleverly redirected the question allowing the boy to shrug and walk in a different direction looking for you.

“I told you these disguises wouldn’t work, we needed the moustaches.” Kevin hissed across the table to Jacob, the both of them having watched a few too many over the summer.

“Listen what do I do? Because I can’t tell Eric I’m fake dating Hyunjae because then he’d find out I was doing it because I have a stupid little thing for him!” You exclaimed, frustrated as you’d fell right in to Hyunjae’s trap.

“4. DON’T FALL FOR YOUR CRUSH’S BESTFRIENDS BLACKMAIL”

“I wouldn’t call it little. But hope things work out for you!” Jacob smiled angelically ignoring the pain shimmering in your eyes.

“Me too!” They began to gather their things ave scramble, about to take flight from the situation.

“Where are you guys going?” You asked panicked they were about to ditch you and leave the sticky situation.

“Getting you out of here.” Kevin replied taking your arm and sprinting out of the nearest exit - they may have set an alarm off for opening a fire door but oh well.

“5. DO HAVE FRIENDS THAT WILL GET YOU OUT OF SITUATIONS YOU CAUSED YOURSELF”

# MONDAY 24TH SEPTEMBER 1996

After hibernating in your bed for the rest of the weekend and 13 times Kevin had tried to ring the landline to check if you were okay. It was time to face them all at school and you could not think of anything worse.

“Oh my god. It’s aliveeee.” Kevin acts out a poor excuse of a Frankenstein impression as you laughed and breezed past him to your locker.

“If you see Hyunjae hide me.” You chuckled as he signed ‘rodger that’ with a salute and began rambling about the pasta he cooked for dinner the night before.

All of a sudden you were pushed into the locker, Kevin stood in front on you casually reading a book as Hyunjae walked by with a question mark above his head. He didn’t bother asking where you were, assuming if you weren’t with Kevin you weren’t there at all.

You eventually broke free of the hiding spot, fixing your hair and brushing down your clothes. The sound of wheels rolling down the corridor coming to a halt beside you.

“Were you?-” Eric was about to ask but refrained considering Kevin was signing ‘cut’ and ‘shush’ behind you flailing his arms around like a maniac.

“Here’s your notes.” You smiled, a touch of pink rising to your cheeks as your hand grazed his defined one, the notes you’d borrowed in pristine condition.

“Thanks, cutie.” He smiled, the nickname causing you to freeze up in your tracks, you knew he only said it out of courtesy or like the others that was ‘just his personality’ but it made your heart melt - as you watched him skate down the corridor, his biceps flexing to maintain balance.

You managed to survive your classes without being berated by Hyunjae or any of his friends, having to sadly eat lunch in a cubicle surely wasn’t a high moment of yours.

Soon the bell was sounding for the end of the day as students flocked out of the grounds excited for the school’s baseball match that evening.

“There she is!” You heard an annoyingly shrill voice yell from behind you, as you were about to cross the car lot. Behind you was Eric Hyunjae and Juyeon, walking in a line towards you whilst Eric was on his skateboard.

“Told you I saw her.” Eric laughed as you were clearly avoiding Hyunjae at all costs, you turned with a bitter smile as they got closer.

“You coming to Eric’s big game tonight?” Juyeon asked giving a friendly elbow to Eric, clearly nervous as it was the first big game of the season.

Eric looked at you with an ounce of hope, only to be quickly shot down, but you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes sparkled at the idea.

“No she’s actually got a date with me.” Hyunjae answered for you with a snide tone, eyes flickering towards you.

“No,no. I think I’ll go.” You smiled, “I really like baseball.”

“I don’t wanna interrupt you guys.” Eric looked between you both with something suspicious lingering behind his eyes as he turned his baseball cap to the left.

“You’re not interrupting us! Perhaps this ‘date’ can be on the pitch.” You suggested looking at Hyunjae’s wide eyes, knowing his plan was falling to pieces but he couldn’t disagree, not in front of everyone.

“Cool.” Eric smiled smugly, “See you there.”

You watched as him and Juyeon walked to the pitch for pre-match practice. Not wanting to spare Hyunjae anymore time, you walked at lightning speed in the direction of your house, ignoring him yelling your name from behind you.

“Y/n give me a second.” Hyunjae caught up to you on the sidewalk, grabbing your arm to turn you around. “You don’t have to do this anymore, go get him. It’s clear you’ll always love him and I can’t change that. I’m sorry, I took it too far.”

Despite the fact you appreciated the apology it seemed as if it was a little to late, he’d already tried to bring everything crashing down between you and Eric and now he thinks the both of you are on a date at his game. You smiled at him and nodded, swiftly turning on your heels and rushing home.

# LET’S GO H A W K S, LET’S G O O O !!🏟️

The chanting of cheerleaders and commotion amongst the crowd sang from outside of the pitch, Kevin and Jacob having already bought snacks rushed to a bench with good sight of the pitch.

“I’m so excited for this, there’s literally no way we lose.” Kevin watched as your school team walked out on to the pitch, immediately spotting Eric and making smoochy faces at you.

You didn’t notice too much of Kevin’s torment, as you were captivated by the sight of him. Eric looked up at the bleachers as if he was scanning the crowd for someone in particular his eyes landed on you for a moment - or Kevin maybe even Jacob.

The game commenced, no home-runs were scored by the competition and our team was not looking to beat them either. Time was running out as the ball left the hand of the pitcher, Eric stood in formation waiting for the ball to reach him. He swung the bat behind him and hit the ball with astonishing force triggering a roar from the crowd. He made a run for it, it was a home-run, the winning home-run.

“Go get him girl.” Kevin said as the players began to leave the pitch, watching as you ran off immediately to find him.

You patiently waited outside the locker rooms for him, knowing the other players would be tossing him around and winding him up. He eventually emerged from the lockers, wet hair and a towel around his neck.

“Can I talk to you?” You asked as he caught eyes with you, confused to why you’d waited.

“Sure, where’s Jae?” He asked, following you as you began to walk to somewhere more private.

“I’ll explain all of that.” You sighed, looking back at the boy for a moment, feeling your heartbeat pause in time as the sunlight hit his skin.

You both made your way under the bleachers, Eric already making a joke about what happens underneath them before even getting there.

“Eric. I have to say this otherwise one day I’m going to implode.” You began, your heart facing the adrenaline kicking through your veins and it was as if a theme park was screaming in your stomach. “I like you.”

A silence sat amongst you, the conflict in his eyes bouncing back and forth making you increasingly apprehensive for what he was about to say.

“Y/n I can’t do this to Hyunjae. Listen I really like you but that’s my-” Eric tried to collect himself, holding on to the top of the bleachers with one arm and wiping his forehead with the other.

“Eric we’re not dating! I know you can see that.” You pleaded with him, watching as his gorgeous eyes twisted to confusion.

“You’re not?” He asked, more than confused.

“No…. I agreed to ‘fake’ date him to get his parents off his back and to get to know more about you. But.. he took it too far and I think he might’ve been jealous I liked you.” You admitted, chewing your bottom lip and looking anywhere but at the boy fresh off the pitch in his baseball uniform.

“I don’t know because what if you’re lying to me.” He suggested, you couldn’t get offended because what if you were?

“Eric you’ve known me since we were kids I wouldn’t lie to you, I wouldn’t get anything out of doing that.” You reassured him, watching him contemplate ideas in his head as if mini cogs were turning.

“Y/n I know I don’t show it, but I really was interested in you but Hyunjae I couldn’t hurt him. Do you mind if I?” He asked, pulling you closer to him with his back leant up against the metal beam behind him.

“Of course I don’t.” You smiled, your voice barely above a whisper as you watched that beautiful grin of his spread across his lips, his brown eyes sparkling down with the sunset peaking through the gaps of the rows.

He kissed you, so sweetly, so gently, holding your face with the palm of his hand and bringing your waist closer as your stomach flipped and your heart filled with love. As you parted he brought you into his arms, it was the warmest hug that just felt as if everything was right.

“Now that you’ve said it, it makes sense. I’ve never seen someone avoid their boyfriend so much until now.” He laughed thinking of the time you escaped the bowling alley with Kevin and Jacob and further went to extreme lengths to avoid him at school too.

You giggled in his arms, looking up to his face that smiled back down at you, gently moving in for another kiss.

“I think I won twice today.” Eric laughed, giddy with excitement the grin on his face practically beaming from ear to ear.

That’s how you sort of survived senior year.

tagging: @juyeonszn @deobienthusiast 🤍

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fairytsuk1 · 10 months

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pairing: shoto todoroki x reader

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prompt: "moving into a new apartment and realizing they can see directly into their neighbor’s window"

warnings: strangers to lovers, masturbation, mild pervert!todoroki, voyeurism, exhibitionism, fingering, kitchen sex, unprotected sex, alcohol

Shoto had decided to move. He had to get away from it all, and his only option post-college was to find an apartment where he could heal from all his trauma in peace. The moving-in process had been grand, Midoriya had come by, and he was always such a great friend. Even some ex-classmates had come by, with welcoming gifts or a helping hand. Even Bakugou had paid a visit with Kirishima, and the distance was starting to seem not so bad now that he was settled into his one-bedroom apartment.

Things were looking up! Job security, a new place, and lots of people to meet. It even felt a bit exciting. A new chapter.

“So you’re single?”

The apartment complex had its pitfalls, namely the single women that had spotted an attractive bachelor on their radar and were quick to bomb-rush him with questions. Was he single? Was he set to be married? Married in the past? Looking for that special someone?

An older woman, Miyako, had come with onigiri and many questions. Some bordered on creepy, but Todoroki had difficult time saying “go away” to people who didn’t deserve it. He’d come a long way from his teenage years; he had to be better now.

“I’m just going about life right now, er; I’ll let you know?”

Miyako looked thrilled to have caught Shoto’s attention, but it was beginning to feel embarrassing when he only wanted to take out the trash.

“Oh, that’s great! Believe me, my husband is always gone, so if I never need… help, I know how to find you!”

It seemed a bit distasteful that she’d tried lowering her eyes and rubbing her lips together as if he’d get with a married woman. Gosh, imagine the drama. Todoroki took a look around, and most people were leaving for work. He probably shouldn’t be seen with this lady like this.

“Yeah, I’m not exactly handy, though. Uhm, I hope it all works out,” and Todoroki's taking the tray from her hands, “and thank you for the onigiri.”

She follows his steps as he moves backward, “Oh, but are you sure you don’t need anything else?”

An angelic voice floats out from behind him. It’s the smoothest voice he’s ever heard.

“I’m sure he’s fine, Miyako!”

He was thankful someone had come to put this cougar to rest, but as he turned towards the sound of the voice… he thought he could hear bells in the distance. Have you always been living here? Are you a guardian angel striking a pose on Earth? Why hadn’t he gotten to see you earlier?

“Oh, I’m just checking up on him!”

She dares to pinch his cheek, and he can feel it grow warm under her manicured nails, “isn’t he so cute?”

“Soooo cute,” and you offer a small wave, “Hi there.”

He doesn’t take your lack of a compliment to heart, waving back and noting your name. It was pretty, and it fits you perfectly. So did the suit you were wearing, the blazer buttoned to accentuate curves, and you still managed to adorn yourself with gold jewelry without losing your air of professionalism.

“Well, I have to go,” Miyako rests a hand on his, whispering, “Enjoy the onigiri.”

“Thanks.”

She gives a pleasant goodbye to you, and you’re approaching closer as she walks away.

“Got caught by Miyako, huh?”

“Well, I guess. I was taking out my trash, and then she asked all these questions with the tray of onigiri; I couldn’t tell her to go away.”

“You should! She goes after nearly every bachelor that moves here but don’t try it. I’ve seen too many guys get beaten to a pulp by her husband; it’s a dangerous game.”

“Oh, oh no. I wasn’t going to–”

“I didn’t think you would,” and you have the confidence to give him a wink, “you just moved here a couple weeks ago, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m apartment 438. Where are you?”

“Oh, just across from the other side, but there’s never any parking over there! I really am only over here for work,” you gesture to yourself with a small shrug, “law firm.”

Ah, so that’s the reason for the briefcase. He gives a small smile in return. Has he been nervous this entire time?

“Well, government job. So, we’re in the same boat.”

“Hah! I guess so. If you’re ever in trouble, then call me! Unless it’s something pretty bad, I just do real estate stuff.”

“Real estate?”

“You don’t have to pretend to be interested in it! But it’s not bad, not like you think.”

“No, I wasn’t lying. I could never go through law school; that’s very admirable.”

He’s pleased that your cheeks lift unconsciously, murmuring a “thank you.”

The two of you linger in the presence of each other for a minute or two longer, but it feels like ages as the breeze brushes past the two of you under the sun's warmth. You’re the first to break, sighing and offering your hand, “I’ve gotta go, but it was so nice to meet you!”

Your hand is soft, not scarred like his that came from years of working out and being rougher in his younger years. Electricity raves through his veins when you give him a firm shake.

“Yes, you too. Have a good day at work,” he feels his cheeks burn unconsciously at the statement, fingers curling around the onigiri like a lifeline.

“I’ll need it!”

He tries not to watch you get into your gray Toyota, so he busies himself with inspecting the gift he was given till he hears your engine rev. The last look he gives you wasn’t meant to feel like he was yearning to talk to you more, but he’s afraid it does when he catches your eye, and you only smile.

The apartment is cozy, but as he eats his onigiri, he wonders if you’d want to share some with him sometime.

“I’m getting too wrapped up in this,” he mumbles at the small island in his kitchen, “I’ve got to get to work.”

It’s a slow work day.

“A lady? Who’d you meet? That’s great, Todoroki!”

Midoriya blabbers eagerly to him over the phone, having to catch up on each other’s lives, “Yeah, she saved me from some old lady. She was hitting on me.”

“An old woman!? Wow, was she the one who gave you onigiri?”

“Yup.”

“Wow! Gosh, I can’t believe it! I mean, didn’t you say she was married?! That’s just crazy, Todoroki. I don’t know what I’d do!”

“She was not going to leave me alone,” he stirs a pot of marinara sauce lazily, “but everyone here is very nice.”

He doesn’t say your name, but he means you.

“Mhm, that’s good. Uraraka and I have been good. We’re looking at buying a house!”

“Right, how’s that going?”

He’s able to lose himself in the conversation and dinner-making. It’s peaceful; it feels like home. His lights are low, which adds to the lighting, and he can’t help but feel lonely. Usually, at home, he’d smell the soft perfume of his mother or the sizzle of food from Fuyumi.

Todoroki tried to put the lost memories out of his mind. Midoriya was here, and he supposed that was never a sad thing.

“Sounds like you guys have a plan,” the sauce is nearly done, and he finally takes a second to rest against the counter, “I think it’s going to go great. I can always help you with moving when the time comes.”

“Thank you so much! I think we’re pretty steady on what we wanna do….”

It only takes a flickering gaze around the room to cause Todoroki to be shaken to his core. He ended up with a nice balcony in his apartment and opted for curtains during move-in.

This time though, this evening, he’d left them wide open. Wide open and exposed directly to your apartment. You were not only inside but walking around half-naked.

“Todoroki?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Oh! I was just saying would you prefer gray walls or white ones? We still can’t decide.”

Picking up your living room is a menial task to you, but not to the man drooling over how you bend over and how your panties outline the plush fat of your ass. White panties with lace.

“...White is good, maybe a bit off-white.”

“That’s what I was thinking!”

The sauce starts to boil over, “shit!”

“Is everything okay?”

He’s got his phone trapped between his shoulder and ear, rushing to turn down the heat and making quick glances at the sliding doors, “Yeah! Yeah, everything’s fine. My dinner’s ready; I have to go.”

“Okay! Hope it’s super good; talk to you later! Bye.”

“Yup, thanks. Bye.”

The phone is slid away on the counter, the sauce is lowered to a medium-low, and his eyes are finally free to enjoy the show that’s been stirring guilt and arousal in his gut. You look good. More than good, so good that he can’t be bothered to turn away in shame. He’s locked in, and you have no idea what you’re doing as your prance around your living room.

You’re just cleaning up. No big deal, but it feels like something is watching your every movement. It only clicks once you reach the sliding glass door to see Todoroki’s “empty” apartment gazing back at you. It makes sense now; you must’ve been putting on a grand show for him while doing your chores.

Something in your brain whispers an idea to you. One that makes you want to go “Eureka!”

It’s a bad idea, an awful idea, to not shut the curtains. However… How often do you get to tease an attractive man? How often do you get to enthrall someone in your figure, your body? It’s an awful idea to turn around and take a nice long stretch down to your toes, but you don’t care.

Maybe he’s imagining filling you up or getting off to the fact that you think he’s not watching. The thought strangely excites you. Sure, it’s immoral, but the fact that eyes are tracking your every curve and committing them to memory is so alluring. You’re definitely going to use your vibrator later.

Todoroki’s hard in his sweatpants; the indentation is practically obscene. A flush spreads through his body, making him unbearably hot. There’s a weird other being inside him that wants to march over to your door and fuck you till you love him. But… he’s being a creep. You’d be scared, uncomfortable! He would never in a million years try to do something to you, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t drink in a long look at your plump ass practically in his face.

But then you do something unexpected; you turn around. Todoroki's reflexes are fast, and the minute your leg bends, he’s acutely aware that if he doesn’t move, he’s going to get caught! Two-toned hair dives towards the floor, the thump definitely irritating his downstairs neighbors as he crawls till he’s behind his sofa and safely able to peer his eyes around the arm.

You look askance like you’re waiting to see something. Todoroki watches you wait a minute more before stepping forward and swiftly tugging the curtains shut. The show’s over, but his cock is still hard in his boxers, and Todoroki thinks it might be time for a shower.

He fists his cock needily under the warm water, breathing your name in soft exhales as he works himself to the end. The cum splatters lewdly against the tiles, and he’s shocked to find his knees weak. What were you doing to him?

Neither of you sees each other again for a while. Your work takes up so much of your time, and your heart withers watching the daylight pass by in your office. Todoroki has been busy, too, he’s closer to the heart of the city, and the daily commute has worn him thin. It’s exhausting, and the two of you are not even the slightest bit excited to read the flier posted up on your doors.

[SHIKETSU COMPLEX MONTHLY BARBECUE AND PICNIC!]

Todoroki’s eyes are assaulted by the bright colors that jump out at him. There are many reasons not to go. He is so tired, Miyako might be there, he doesn’t know anyone like that, he has no kids, he doesn’t know how to barbecue…

His mind keeps circling back to you like a train stuck in a loop on the track. It’s unbelievable that he’s rationalizing attending this event just because he thinks you might be there. You probably won’t go; why would you? You’re way too busy. He tries to convince himself to walk back to the apartment as he makes his way to the barbecue. You won’t be there; he’s an idiot.

Yet there you are, under the hot sun shining in a warm yellow sundress that contrasts your brown skin beautifully. You’ve adorned yourself with gold jewelry again. His heart flutters in his chest. Todoroki can’t believe he’s there and that you were there too.

“Hello, handsome,” you smile warmly as he approaches a picnic table with pre-made potato salad, “did you make this?”

“Huh? Hello, and I-uh, well,” he’s unsure whether to lie or tell the truth, “I don’t know!”

He’s lucky he’s handsome because you laugh lightly and point to the artichoke dip, “Honestly, I don’t know if I made that either,” and then you’re humming with a warm hand on his shoulder, “unless you’re a secret housewife, no one cares that the bachelor doesn’t know how to cook.”

“Is that really my nickname?”

“To some, yeah. Especially Miyako; I swear she’s been trying to scout you out from when you arrived. She’s here with her husband and kids too! She has no shame.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty weird. How have you been, by the way?”

There’s a clear elephant in the room to him; he can’t get your body out of his head. His senses go haywire every time you move, flashing a show of skin. Hopefully, you have no idea.

“Oh, good! Good, just working. I haven’t seen you around often these days; early commute?”

“Mhm, it takes up a lot of time. I don’t mind being in the city, but it’s hard to come back home and do it all over again,” he smiles warmly, “I feel jealous of you.”

“Oh, trust me, once you’re spending long hours in an office and leaving when the sun’s down, you won’t be saying that anymore!”

It’s just a friendly neighbor chat, but it comes so easily for the two of you. It’s not like you guys are chatting for the second time ever, but as if you’ve been friends for years, getting caught up in reminiscing. You launch the dice, scoring snake eyes.

“Hey, I know you mentioned you weren’t too handy the last time we talked, but how are you with electronics? Televisions?”

“I-I used to live in a dorm, so I know a little. Is something wrong?”

“My tv has been having connective issues! I don’t know what the problem is, but I was hoping you might be able to come and look at it whenever you’re free.”

He’s being baited like a shark; he knows this too well. It’s an extremely attractive olive branch. At this point, it’s not even a branch but a whole Garden of Eden planted by you for him. He can’t wait to bite the apple.

Todoroki nods genially, “Of course, I can take a quick look at it. No promises if I don’t know what to do; I’m not an expert.”

You’re sipping your cocktail with a coy look, “I’m sure you’re an expert in other things. If you watch something enough, you’ll eventually pick it up.”

The comment makes Todoroki go stock still, eyes blown out and face deadly pale as you shrug up at him. He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but you’re waltzing away to engage with some of the mothers. That had to be a dig; you had to know what he did that evening. Maybe inviting him over was a plot to kill him for being a spying creep.

Then there’s the chance that you… liked it. It feels impossible to even consider that option, but it was clear that you weren’t exactly mad. You would’ve confronted him straight away; he’s sure of that. So, what was he to do? Pretend to be innocent? Tell you that he thought you were extremely beautiful and sexy, so much so that he watched you through your window while you weren’t wearing clothes?

A man offers him a beer; Togami, he says. Todoroki is left to sip the acrid drink and ponder whether he should skip town.

You keep looking at him, and you know the other moms are starting to notice your wandering eye fixated on the lone wolf. Aka, a mother of two, grins eagerly, “See something you like? Ah, young love!”

“It’s not young love. We’ve barely talked, Aka.”

Mayumi chimes in, “Really? It looks like he wants to talk to you; every time you look away, he looks back at you!”

“Are you being serious? You guys are crazy; nothing is going on!”

They’re swirling around you like viper snakes. Their lives are so consumed by their children that they see themselves in you, and they’re poking and prodding like you’re their next do-over, “Why don’t you talk to him?”

“I actually did, Mayumi,” you shrug, “it was good! Nothing crazy, not like how I know you guys are thinking. What dirty minds!”

Obviously, the mothers were gossipy, but you wonder if maybe he needed an extra push. Due to your line of work, you were familiar with pushing someone right till they crack like an egg. You’d left him looking like a sorrowful puppy, and the alcoholic drinks were brewing fiercely in your tummy. Liquid courage runs through you, and you set your margarita down to smooth out your dress.

Maybe they were right; maybe you should do something. Prod him a bit.

“I’m going to be right back,” you mumble to the gaggle of women that debate the current happenings of Ema, a new mom that entered the block and seemed desperate to wreak havoc. You’d met her, and she was actually quite nice.

But that’s not the point. No, you’re straightening your posture and sauntering over with a sway of your hips. You were going to do this.

Your eyes are locked onto Todoroki’s figure as you confidently walk towards him, “Todoroki! Are you getting ready to head out?”

He gives you a small nod, looking around before nudging you, “It looks about time. Are you?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I am. I’m looking forward to just straight-up relaxing.”

“Right,” and he seems to be brimming with liquid confidence as well because he offers, “Do you want me to walk you back?”

It feels weird to be asked that; it’s not a direct question but an offering. Despite that, though, there’s a feeling bubbling underneath the surface. Both of you know that you could give in right here and now, forgo the traditional courting and go straight to fucking like wild animals.

“Gladly, thank you,” he follows with you leading the way, “I think you fit in well.”

“Huh?”

“I said, I think you fit in well. In the neighborhood, you really round it all out. Plus, everyone likes you.”

“Not everyone,” his face tinges pink, so cute.

“Yeah, yeah,” stopping at the steps to my door, you shrug at him, “Do you want to come inside for a second?”

It’s another checkpoint. Another moment that makes one pause and think, “Is this it?” Another moment Todoroki barrels through, eagerly accepting the invitation and kicking his shoes off at the front of your home.

He seems to really take in your apartment as you scurry to make a polite pot of tea. Heterochromatic eyes sweep over the large glass doors; he doesn’t hide his open gawking. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth while pouring boiling water over tea leaves, “I take it to mean you like my apartment?”

“Like? I-I mean, it’s….”

Todoroki trails off, honing in on the pictures on the mantle.

“It’s very homely,” he turns back to look at you, smiling softly, “It looks great.”

“Ah, thank you. Tea?”

The man gladly takes it, and you can feel the lingering warmth of his comments as you chit-chat. You wonder what he’s thinking; his curiosity is on full display. You could come up with a few ideas. Before you know it, Todoroki is checking his watch and giving you a straight face.

“It’s getting late,” his cheeks twitch to a frown before remaining neutral, “but it was really nice to spend time together.”

Does everything he says have romantic undertones? You nod, covering your flushing cheeks with a hand before an idea strikes you. It slips out on accident; you didn’t mean for it to come out, really!

“I agree,” and the bomb drops, “I’d expect a great view from your window tonight.”

Your eyes flicker to his darkly. He’s swallowing, staring at you like a piece of meat as you lay the trap out for him. Neither of you says anything; what should you say? One of you could be bold, could prompt a kiss or more, but you don’t. Todoroki gives a light laugh, gathering his things with a lingering hand ghosting the small of your back as you escort him out.

“Goodnight,” he murmurs lowly, and you think you could kiss him.

“Goodnight!” the door locks with a click.

Todoroki sits patiently like it's a movie theater where he's waiting for his favorite film. It’s dazzling how the curtains peel back to show your partially clothed body facing away from the glass. You only have the kitchen light on, illuminating your soft curves and tan skin better than any ring light could. Todoroki sits in the darkness, not wanting to be seen but to watch. To be an active audience member as his hand trails down to grip and stroke his cock.

Swaying your hips, Todoroki finally gets a glimpse of your sweet face. It’s different from earlier. It was much more innocent before, truly the girl next door type. But this, this? You were something absolutely out of this world; he noted it in the way your eyelids lowered as you salaciously gripped your vibrator or even the way your lingerie left nothing to the imagination.

“Fuck…” he spoke to the quiet air.

He couldn’t hear you, but it was enough to see you. Starting slowly by groping your chest, nipples peeking through the lace of your bra as his eyes continuously dip down to your pussy. Covered, but if he squinted, Todoroki thought he could see your wetness starting to soak through.

You moan, hips twitching as you tug your nipple a bit harsher than the last time. Soft lips part to breathe as a hand snakes down the valley between your breasts and down the slope of your stomach. Manicured nails stop at the waistband of your panties; your eyes seem to search across the darkness for the sight of your lover boy. For a second, you think you see a turquoise eye in the darkness as your fingers make quick work on your clit.

You both know you’re staring right at each other, and neither can look away as your hands cover themselves in slickness and arousal. It’s heady and so risky with such open windows, and yet your orgasms are driving you toward the edge faster than you’ve ever felt before.

“God, I wish I could feel you,” Todoroki groans, thumb rubbing the slit and feeling his abs tighten, “I need you.”

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum Todoroki,” you pant into the open air, squirming and fucking yourself on your fingers and toy.

It comes all at once, spurting onto the web of his thumb and fingers as Todoroki cums to your wriggling form. It overwhelms you, too, body arching and seemingly bursting with pleasure when you reach your peak. You both came quicker than expected, your legs falling closed as you steadied your breathing. Even under the low light, the clear droplets of your arousal staining the carpet makes Todoroki’s balls ache.

You’ve won again. You’ve once again captured the heart and dick of Shoto Todoroki, and he can feel the feelings ruminating inside him as you playfully clean up your living room. His eyes track your figure like he’ll forget you the minute he blinks. This can’t go on any longer; both of you know this. But then you’re drawing the curtains, and the show ends.

By the evening, Todoroki sets a plan to get exactly what he wants. And you’re none the wiser.

It’s been a while since the two of you had crossed paths. Your work has stolen your energy, leaving you to come home exhausted and weary every day. Normally you’d perk up at seeing the boy you’d come to feel warmth for if you even caught him, but his life seemed to be getting in the way. He always kept his curtains closed these days.

Then, you notice it on your day off, cozy in a sweatsuit with a mug of steaming coffee. The curtains are open, which leaves his apartment looking like a ghost town. It’s been a moment since you’ve seen the light filter in like that since you’ve felt that familiar feeling brewing at the bottom of your stomach.

Your body sits on the plush couch, sipping your drink and waiting patiently. You’re giddy as Todoroki walks into view. The show is about to start, and unlike you, he’s making sure to give an eyeful. He’s never looked more confident; in fact, he’s never put himself on display like this.

Was he really doing this all for you?

The thought is forgotten as a black t-shirt is peeled off to show rippling muscles and brown nipples that pebbled as he rubbed over his chest. He was carved to perfection, maybe by God himself. Todoroki starts slow, blunt nails scratching lightly over his pecs, down his abs, and stopping at the band of his sweatpants.

He looks up at you through his bangs and your pussy throbs. The man flicks his hair back, hand gliding and palming his cock over the thick fabric. Todoroki must’ve already worked himself up, you note as you watch his half-hard cock create a sizable imprint in his sweats.

You’re biting your lip, trying not to reach down and touch yourself. He looks so enticing. Part of you wants to jump up and break down his door, pulling him into a sharp kiss as he…

Todoroki moans behind the glass, head tilting back as his Adam’s apple bobs. You can’t see exactly what he’s doing, but it’s enough to make you feel… hot. Almost angry, he had the nerve to touch himself in front of you yet play shy when you were face to face. If he was going to be so bold as to unashamedly stroke himself, you’d be even bolder by darting up out of your seat and running out the front door.

You miss his smirk as he pulls on his shirt and waits for the piercing sound of your knuckles rapping against the door. After a moment, he hears it and steadily opens it with a teasing smile.

“Hello,” he greets casually, despite the erection straining the front of his pants.

Neither of you can wait anymore as you nearly tackle him with a kiss. He easily holds you, big hands cupping your waist and pawing at your ass. It’s desperate; it’s passionate. Todoroki grunts as his back hits his kitchen island, “do you wanna do this right now?”

“I don’t think I can wait,” your lips graze over him, “I know you need me.”

Todoroki pulls you closer till his leg slides between yours. The small motion makes you lose focus at the delicious pressure against your clit; your arms delicately wind around his broad shoulders as he bruises your lips with another kiss.

“Yeah, yeah, I do,” he murmurs, spit slicking his lips.

His tongue, pink and sweet, glides over yours like butter. The two of you fight to win, each trying to usurp the power of the other and take control. You scratch against his back, Todoroki presses his leg against your soaked pussy, and your hand sneaks down to squeeze his cock that soaks pre-cum into his boxers.

At some point, it goes from a battle to simply indulging in the good feelings. Saliva pools in your mouth as you dry-hump each other like animals. Whimpers echo in the air, but he caves first.

“Wait,” he pauses, chest heaving and lips glossy, “let me…”

The small of your back meets the counter before Todoroki captures your lips in another kiss. He’s grown confident, fingers cradling your wrist and hands fondling your tits.

“Ah! Todoroki,” your body melts easily into his palm, “take me, god. I’ve been waiting long enough.”

“Have you? I think I’ve waited for longer,” his teeth graze over the curve of your neck, “you started it.”

His hands expertly sneak up your shirt within minutes; it makes you wonder what else he’s hiding from you. Your fingers curl into his hair easily. Tugging lightly, the pleasure and blushed face of the man before you made your core throb.

“Then let me finish it,” you murmur softly, hand sliding down to his sweatpants.

“Mhm,” the two of you stare at each other as your hand slides past the cotton barriers to touch smooth, hot skin.

Then, his eyes look blown out, and his hands are spinning you around so fast you nearly get whiplash. Excitement shakes through your body like bursting fireworks as you help tug down your bottoms.

Large hands eagerly spread your ass, Todoroki watching your hole clench and drip arousal down your thigh. His mouth instinctually waters, and his knees want to give in. You would taste so sweet. Todoroki can’t keep his eyes off your drooling pussy. You’re mewling, though, impatient as a thumb runs over your slit before rubbing tight circles against your clit, “You’re so beautiful.”

He slips a finger in, leaving your words choked and broken, “T-thank you.”

“Of course, baby,” he hopes the nickname lands, “oh, you liked that.”

It’s embarrassing to hear the squelch of his fingers inside you. You clench easily at his motions when he flicks his fingers up harshly or calls you such sweet names. Even he chuckles at your obvious arousal.

“Shut the hell up…!

You still squeak as he fingers your cunt. His fingers are reaching spots that even yours couldn’t; it feels so good. One hand of his keeps you pinned by the small of your back while the other eagerly reveals the wet and clicking sounds of your pussy.

“I wouldn’t be so rude.”

The smack against your ass makes stars burst behind your eyes. You could cum like this in minutes.

“Please, Todoroki,” you weakly beg for mercy, needing nothing more than to feel the primal thrusts of him fucking his cum into you.

“Fuck,” he breathes into your neck, “I need to fuck you.”

“Yeah, yeah, you do,” breathless, you go up on your tiptoes, “Please fuck me, Todoroki.”

He hadn’t even prompted you to beg, yet you acted perfectly like his own awaiting toy. Todoroki can’t line himself up against you fast enough, blunt head pressing against your needy hole while you try to breathe through the inevitable stretch.

You were prepared well. The stretch of his cock as he slowly slides into you feels like magic, and you’re keening like you’re in heat. It’s hot, overwhelming, it smells like his apartment, and he was balls deep inside of you.

“Aah, fuck,” his voice warbles, fingers leaving clear prints on your rounded hips.

“So good, god, so good!”

There’s a soft “pap” when his hips meet yours, but then he’s immediately diving into both of your pleasures. He dials in with thrusts, shaking you and churning your insides while you can only grab for purchase against the counter.

It leaves you breathless, and you’re squeezing like a vice around him as he pumps in and out of you. It’s a delicious rhythm; the push and pull are so terribly addicting that you can feel the swirl of your orgasm at the pit of your stomach.

“You’re squeezing me so tight; gonna cum? Gonna cum all over my cock?”

You babble nonsensically as he reaches around to rub your clit. His hands slip over your clit, but he can see your manicured toes curling as he makes you succumb to him.

“Todoroki, Todoroki! I’m cumming–oh god, I-I’m cumming!”

For a minute, everything goes blank. As if you’ve been flashbang.

“Good girl,” Todoroki whispers in the shell of his ear as he chases his own pleasure, “You’re so good for me.”

It crashes down onto you hard. Your entire body trembles, muscles locking up as you cum hard, creaming on him as he watches in awe. Todoroki releases a heavy groan as he finally fills you. It’s white-hot, and he heaves over you. His heavy body completely smothers you in a way that feels reassuring. In a way that feels loving.

The two of you lay still in the post-coital glow, catching your breaths and murmuring soft words. “Let me get you a tissue,” he says as he kisses your shoulder.

You’re unsure why your heart aches as he cleans up your tender pussy and picks up your bottoms.

“Hey, you know I….”

Todoroki raises an eyebrow as you trail off.

“I’m not that kind of woman,” you say with an air of finality, “just so you know.”

The man before you blinks before giving you a genuine smile.

“I never thought you were.”

You leave soon after, giving him a sweet kiss and quickly bounding to your apartment. In the evening, Todoroki catches you crossing your living room. You pause, smiling, before blowing a kiss and shutting the blinds.

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Nina, Maggie and Aziraphale await Crowley's arrival at the Pub.

When the demon shows up, he and the angel have no idea that a simple shared gesture will have amusing consequences for Nina and Maggie.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #10: A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it

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Rating G - 551 words

"You know, no matter how many times you look at your watch, it doesn't make time go faster."

Aziraphale put his pocket watch back in his jacket and replied to Nina in a tone he intended to be casual, "I don't know what you mean."

The coffee-shop owner chuckled and replied, "Just that you've just looked at your watch for the tenth time in less than a minute. It's not going to make him come any faster."

Maggie whispered, "Nina, leave him alone."

Nina nudged her shoulder as she replied, "You're no fun..."

The Backroom owner said softly, "I know what it's like to wait impatiently for your loved one to come to you."

Nina's face softened as she took Maggie's hand in hers and replied, "Okay, I'll stop."

Then, looking at a spot behind Aziraphale, she added, "Oh, Aziraphale, I think you can stop looking at your watch."

The angel turned his head immediately, then waved at Crowley to show him where they were.

He was pleased to see the demon smile as soon as their eyes met, and watched as he approached, making his way through the crowded pub.

Arriving in front of him, Crowley greeted everyone before leaning over and softly pressing his lips to the angel's before sitting down in the empty chair beside him. Then he immediately took Aziraphale's hand in his and placed their intertwined hands on his lap.

The demon and angel smiled at each other, then Aziraphale asked, "How was your aft-"

"Damn."

Aziraphale and Crowley looked at Nina, who looked at them with an annoyed expression.

Maggie said with a smile, "Be a good sport, honey, you bet and you lost."

Seeing the confused looks on the faces of the angel and the demon, Maggie explained, "Nina was sure you wouldn't kiss to greet each other and I wasn't. We made a bet, and thanks to you, I won."

Aziraphale laughed softly and Crowley asked with interest, "And what did you win?"

Maggie smiled broadly as she replied, "The loser rubs the winner's feet and buys the next round."

Crowley chuckled and said cheekily, "Oh, then I'll order one of the more expensive Taliskers."

Nina threatened him with her finger, "You!"

When the mood calmed down a bit, Aziraphale asked, "Why did you think we wouldn't kiss?"

Nina shrugged and replied, "You don't seem like the type to have visible displays of affection in public."

Aziraphale nodded before replying, "You're not just any public, you're our friends, we have nothing to hide from you."

He raised their entwined hands to his lips and planted a kiss there to illustrate his point.

Crowley muttered under his breath, "Angel..."

Nina sneered and pointed at the demon, "Ooooh, you're blushing, you're embarrassed, aren't you? Admit it!"

"Me? I'll show you who's embarrassed."

He turned to Aziraphale and, after wrapping his arm around his neck, pressed his lips to the angel's in a kiss that lasted much longer than the hello kiss they'd shared and left no doubt, even to a stranger, about the nature of their relationship.

As they broke apart, they heard Nina say to Maggie, "Okay, okay, I'll buy the next two rounds."

The angel and demon looked at each other and began to laugh out loud, soon joined by Nina and Maggie.

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uwingdispatch · 7 months

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From the Very First Night

Notes: Ezra Bridger/Reader, established relationship, gender neutral reader, post-rebellion/post-war, hurt/comfort, chronically ill/disabled reader

CW: light discussion of past traumas/implied PTSD

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The day you met Ezra Bridger you laughed when he told you his name.

“Forgive me,” you told him, “but you’re not the first man on Lothal to try and pick me up while claiming to be the guy in the mural on the wall outside.”

“Well that’s new,” he said. “I tell you my full government name and you think it’s a ruse. Maybe I should have used one of my old aliases.”

You’d been finishing up some work in what had come to be your favorite caf bar in town, a few blocks from your home on Lothal. And you were thinking about leaving when a man approached with a look in his eyes that, on another day, might have prompted you to pick up your comms and fake an emergency call from a friend.

But now he was reaching for his wallet, pulling out an ID. “You can check my chain code if you want. I didn’t realize I had so many doppelgängers.”

You quirked an eyebrow. None of the other “Ezras” you’d met had offered ID but, as soon as you saw it, you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “Okay,” you said. “This is embarrassing. ”

He smiled warmly as he put his wallet away. “To be fair, most of the stuff in town depicts me as a kid, and I didn’t have this handsome beard back then. But I can appreciate a skeptic.”

You put away your datapad, your instincts still split between staying where you were and running out the side door. Surprising yourself, you say, “But I’m not hearing you say that you're not trying to pick me up.”

“Well…maybe. That depends, I guess, on whether you mind if I join you.”

You nodded, and he sat opposite you, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling when he smiled. Up close, you could almost see the teenage boy from the mural. But his hair was longer, dark curls falling soft around his face, and he had a short beard that he did wear quite well.

You wondered if his nerves had caught up with him as he ran a hand through his hair, the late afternoon light coming in through the window catching a streak of silver at his temple.

“Sometimes it feels like I know everyone in this city. Or at least that everyone in this city feels like they know me.” he said. “But you’re new, aren’t you?”

“What gave me away?” you asked.

“Well, I could never forget such a lovely face.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“I really am.”

There was something sincere about him, despite the flirtations. Something about the way he moved was honest. Welcoming. A server brought him a cup of caf and Ezra exchanged a few words with him in Rodian.

“So how long have you been in town?” He asked.

“About eight months,” you said. “I just hit this point where I felt like a fresh start might be nice. I don’t usually abandon ship when things get rough, but I thought maybe this one time…I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”

He winked. “I used a Jedi mind trick.”

“Right,” you said, fairly certain he was kidding.

He shrugged. “And somehow you landed on Lothal.”

“I narrowed it down to the places where I’d be able to have my astromech serviced.”

“Must be a special astromech.”

“She’s a therapy droid.”

“Ah,” he said. “There are several mechanics in Capital City who work with that program.”

You were a bit taken aback at how unfazed he was at the mention of your therapy droid—issued by the New Republic. Similar programs had been available to injured veterans before, but the civilian program was newer. And he not only knew about the program, but didn’t seem bothered by the fact that you had a condition that required this kind of aid.

“We had a lot of options,” you said. “But Ceetoo and I decided Lothal seemed nice. So…I’m here.”

“Glad you are,” he said, both hands cupping his caf mug.

“You just met me and the first thing I did was call you a liar.”

“That’s what I like about you.”

A day would come when you’d realize what he meant then. That when you saw him you weren’t thinking about all the war stories, about the way Lothal had memorialized him when they’d thought he was dead. That he had a chance, at least for a moment, to show someone who he was without the burden of their assumptions and expectations.

You would also come to realize that from the first time Ezra smiled at you, there was no coming back. He had you, melting like chocolate in the palm of his hand. Because he saw you too, like no one else ever had before.

***

It’s late afternoon when C2-B35 comes in from the garage bleeping about the line at the pharmacy. She’d gone with Ezra to pick up your medication after getting your doctor to call in something new for your joint pain. Ezra could have gone by himself but, because of an incident early in your dating history when there’d been a mix-up, Ceetoo almost always insists on going with him—and he learned a long time ago not to fight a stubborn astromech.

Ezra finds you on the sofa where you’ve been trying to relax, the pain in your back making it hard to even lie still. He knows better by now than to tell you that you’ve been working too hard, that you should take more breaks. He knows to help you up, taking you gently into his arms and kissing your hair. By the time he hands you the tablets, you’re already feeling a bit of relief.

You take the medicine and let out a heavy sigh, resting your head on Ezra’s chest before whispering a thank you.

“I wish I could heal,” he says.

“We still don’t know if that kind of healing would help me,” you say. “Genetic condition.”

It’s a dance you dance every time you have a flare like this, bad enough that Ceetoo insists on contacting your doctor.

“I met a kid once who could do it. His dad said he could nullify the effects of a neurotoxin. Close a wound like it had never been there at all.”

“What did the kid say about it?”

“The kid doesn’t talk much. Still working through some things, I think.”

He gets quiet, and from the look in his eyes you know that he’s gone somewhere in his mind lost you can’t follow. It’s been 25 years since he last saw his adoptive father, the man who’d trained him in the Force, and there are some wounds that time never quite heals. Ezra is still working through some things, too.

“Hey,” you say. “Come back to me.”

He smiles, his eyes bright as he gently squeezes your arm. “I’m right here, sunshine.”

The medication starts to hit, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. You reach for his face, the sharp line of his bearded jaw, the parallel scars on his left cheek. “Just as you are, you’re enough, Ezra. I don’t need a Jedi. I just need you.”

C2-B35 beeps irritably before retiring to her room, reminding you that you haven’t eaten since breakfast.

“Thank you, Ceetoo,” you call, with a promise that you’ll have a proper dinner.

“Is it helping?” Ezra asks. “The medicine?”

“It is,” you say. “Finally.”

“Have you really not eaten all day?”

Your face tells him everything.

“Right,” he says. “Dinner. I could make some quick dumplings? I think I froze some last time to fry later…I’d just have to make the sauce, really.”

He’s up and in the kitchen, pulling jars of spices out of the pantry, and you know he can already taste this comfort dish, and so can you.

So much of his life had been unstable after Ezra’s parents disappeared. He was on his own at such a young age, and then after a few short years in the Rebellion he ended up in exile on Peridea. Now, everything he had felt like a luxury to him: a permanent home, a pair of naughty indoor loth-cats, soft clothes he wore without consideration for armor. He’d told you about learning to cook when he came back to Lothal and, now that he has access to just about any ingredient for any dinner in the galaxy, he has every intention of not only enjoying the luxury of any hot meal he can dream up, but to make sure you enjoy food as well. When Ezra offers to cook, you never say no.

“Ezra?”

“What do you need, love?”

“I need you to kiss me.”

And he does, pulling you up from the sofa, taking your face in his hands as he presses his lips to yours, his neatly trimmed beard soft against your skin. You’re lacing your fingers through his dark curls when he pulls away to look right into your eyes.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you whisper.

And he replies, “I can’t imagine being anywhere else.”

***

It was night before you left the caf bar and, at this realization, Ezra insisted on walking you home. “Unless you don’t feel comfortable with that,” he’d said. “I would understand. It’s just dark out and…”

And something about being with Ezra just made you feel safe. Even on that first night. You’d never let a strange man walk you home before—it was on its face a bad idea. But you’d stayed out much later than you normally would, and the idea of being alone felt far more unsafe than being with this charming man.

“I don’t normally do things like this,” you told him, the words coming out way too fast, just a block from your building.

“I figured,” he said. “For what it’s worth…I haven’t done anything like this in quite a while.

This did surprise you. “Walked someone home?”

There was a playful tone to his voice when he replied, “Approached a beautiful stranger in a caf bar.”

“You sure are bold for someone who doesn’t regularly…do whatever this is.”

“I just…” he started and paused, taking a breath. “This is going to sound like a line, but I just felt so drawn to you.”

“In the Force?”

“Maybe.”

“It does sound like a line,” you said. “But somehow I believe you. Jedi mind trick?”

“I’d never actually—”

“I know.”

You were both standing outside your door, a cool evening breeze in the air. You took all of him in—his firm chest beneath the deep v of his tunic, his dark hair catching on the wind, those blue eyes that seemed to see right past all of your walls. You’d met this man just a few hours ago but, beyond all reason, you so wanted to—

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, the words falling from his lips as if he hadn’t considered the consequences.

You nodded and he took a step closer, cupping your face in his hands, his nose brushing yours as he leaned in to press the most delicate kiss to your lips. And you felt his smile just as you felt that joy in yourself—a spark of something unlike anything you’d felt before. Maybe it was the Force, but every inch of your being wanted to be close to this man as you reached for his face, drawing him nearer, slipping a hand into his hair as the kiss deepened.

“I should go,” Ezra said, breathless into your ear.

“Why?” you asked.

“I have an appointment.”

“Really?”

“No.”

“Then stay.”

Nervously you fumbled with your keys, dropping them not once but twice as you tried to open your door, Ezra eventually placing them steadily into your hand, and just the touch of his fingertips against your palm sent a pleasant shiver through you. Quickly you shooed an alarmed Ceetoo away as you entered. Unlike you, her memories included files from the war, and she recognized Ezra as soon as she saw him. Beeped out something along the lines of this one’s mostly trustworthy and I’m going to charge.

“Mostly?” Ezra said, almost in a whisper. “I wonder what she’s heard.”

You bite back a laugh. “I just need you to know I don’t normally do this either.”

“Okay.”

“I could make some tea.”

“Sure.”

But his arms were around you again and you both stumbled toward the sofa, falling into the cushions wrapped in each other like teenagers, wholly unworried about anything else in the galaxy.

That tea didn’t get made for hours. And it was nearly dawn when you retired to your bedroom and Ezra fell asleep on your sofa, your loth-cat sitting at his feet. When you woke, he was gone, a note left on your kitchen counter: Had to work this morning, but I hope you’ll call me. You traced your finger over the comms code left in scratchy handwriting below, wondering for a split second if this could be real. But if you closed your eyes you could still feel the sensation of his fingertips ghosting over your cheek when you’d handed him a blanket the night before. His voice when he’d whispered in your ear, “Sleep well, sunshine.”

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txttletale · 1 year

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What's worm? I can't exactly google it bcs of the name but I'm intrigued

worm (2011-2013) is a web novel about superheroes by a canadian author who goes by wildbow. it was published serially over the course of two years and in that time managed to get well over a million words long. i think it's very good for a couple reasons:

it takes an approach to 'deconstructing the superhero genre' that i don't think i've ever actually seen--instead of something like the boys or watchmen it doesn't extrapolate forwards from 'what would superheroes be like if they were real', but instead extrapolates backwards from 'what real-life conditions would have to exist to lead to superheroes acting like they do in comics'. the world of worm is believable, well-drawn, and interesting to inhabit

it has incredible character writing. this might not be one of the first things most people associate with it but wildbow has an amazing capacity for giving characters, even side characters that appear for half a chapter, extremely intriguing personal and internal conflicts. sometimes wildbow will write a chapter from the perspective of a side character you never see again and it will leave you wishing they had their own novel series. also despite a lot of problems wildbow has with Some Demographics, most of these well-developed characters are the female ones, who get to dominate the emotional landscape and the plot in a way that's refreshing to see tbh

the protagonist is great. a lot of attention is paid by some fans to the fact that she's a smart problem-solver, and that is true--her power is 'controlling bugs' in a world where other people can fly and shoot lasers, so she has to get smart with it. but i like her mostly because she's an extremely traumatised freak making horrible decisions and justifying them to herself post-hoc constantly. it's fun and interesting to be in her head

worm gets away from a lot of the more reactionary undertones that the superhero genre often fails to escape by making powers an in-universe result of (and, on a narrative level, a pretty clear metaphor) trauma. they are essentially coping mechanisms exaggerated to the point of superpower--because of this it neatly avoids two genre pitfalls because 1. there is no 'some people are better and stronger from birth' angle and 2. it mostly takes a social view of crime--supervillains in worm aren't cartoonish forces of evil (mostly), they are people who are marginalized and desperate.

the powers are cool. this is lower down on my personal list of reasons i like worm than many people's but it's undeniable true. each character has a strictly defined powerset with certain inbuilt limitations that both work to say volumes about their personality but also make fight scenes fun and interesting to read because wildbow puts a lot of thought into how they interact

this is not intentional and worm is at times downright homophobic but i would be lying if i said this didn't play a part in how i and most people i know think about worm: a queer reading of the main character is very easy to make, and the intense and at times tempestuous relationship she has to the girls around her is damn compelling. don't go into it expecting 'representation' or anything, wildbow has insisted at length that the main character is straight. but fr shes gay af

now all this said: there's a lot of nasty stuff that happens in worm. there is a lot of body horror and a lot of insect horror. there are so many instances of bugs being forced into human orifices in this book i could have filled out this list with that instead. so if that turns you off give this one a miss. child abuse and violence against children in general is also something that comes up semi-regularly.

and to expand on something i said in the post that i assumed prompted this question--when these topics come up, worm does a very very poor job of handling race and a better but still not great job with gender and sexuality. the world outside north america is sketched with a looseness and a lack of research that borders on caricature (i can think of like five organizations/characters that were very clearly named through google translate). the pacing takes a huge hit after a certain event in the back half of the story, and it can be a little exhausting to read because it is both thematically and literally about constant crisis and escalation.

still, if none of that is a dealbreaker for you, i'd recommend it 100%. i'm definitely glad i've read it. it's a powerful story about trauma and authority and control that does reward the outrageous time commitment it demands. there's also a fanmade audiobook if that sweetens the deal for you. i haven't listened to it but i've heard that it's pretty decent for a volunteer effort.

#ask #long post #worm #girlbossgoroakechi #somehow i doubt 'really homoertic but in a homophobic way' will be a dealbreaker for you . tumblr user girlbossgoroakechi

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⠀ ⠀ ༝ separate me from my own two hands, i’ve killed so many times but i can’t save the world from the creatures that don’t die

⠀ ⠀ 万次郎 // PROPS && MAYHEM ⠀ ༝ ༝ bonten!mikey ⠀ ༝ ༝ 621 words ⠀ ༝ ༝ i'm a ptv fan what can i say ⠀ ⠀ — you’re already being lulled to sleep by the beat of his heart and the warmth he provides.

he doesn’t know when it became such a habit. when coming back to you became so normalized after a night of wreaking havoc in japan. sanzu knows better than to tease him for it, a knowing look in his eyes as he drops mikey off at the front of the apartment building, scars crinkling as he sends his friend a sharp-toothed smile.

mikey does nothing to acknowledge him, door slamming without a second a glance before he’s climbing up the stairs and putting in the code to get into the apartment lobby.

you’re asleep when he comes in, curled up on the couch with a book on the brink of falling out of your grasp. he should wash up before touching you- knows his hands are dirty, stained with blood and death and other grimy things he can’t bother to think about.

the thought isn’t enough to prevent him from moving to brush some hair from your face, pausing only when the specks of red flaked on his hands come into view, now dark against his pale skin. he withdraws his hand, choosing to shower before waking you.

when he comes out of the bathroom clad in only sweats, toweling dry his hair, you’re already awake. you rub your eyes, yawn slipping past your lips as you approach him.

“when’d you come in?” you mumble, arms finding themselves wrapped around his bare torso as you approach him. you stand on your toes to give him a small peck on the lips, humming when he leans into your touch.

“a bit ago,” he sighs out, glancing at the alarm clock on your nightstand. 3:27 am. much later than he thought. “was gonna bring you to bed after my shower.”

you make a noise at the comment, nosing at his sternum and letting your eyes fall closed when he rests his chin on top of your head. you stay like that longer than necessary, content in each other's embrace until he’s tapping at the small of your back. you could fall asleep just like that, knowing he’d probably keep you steady without prompting, but you’re sure he’s tired- drained from doing who-knows-what at these odd hours of night.

mikey lets you pull him towards the bed, towel long forgotten on your bedroom floor (something you’re sure you’ll be picking up in the morning), and lets you pull back the covers just far enough to give him space to crawl under them. you follow close behind, giving a small giggle when he pulls you closer to him.

“how’d everything go?” you find yourself asking, nose pressed against his chest as your eyes flutter closed.

mikey knows he can spare you the specifics, and he knows you’d be long asleep before he could finish explaining the gruesome details that come with being bonten’s number one. knows you’re already being lulled to sleep by the beat of his heart and the warmth he provides.

“s’okay. rindou got shot at, but everything else was fine.”

you hum, mind clouded with sleep, unable to come up with a proper reply.

he’s left alone when your soft snores fill the air, staring at the ceiling of your apartment with the sounds of japan’s nightlife outside the window. he wonders just how easily you can fall asleep next to him, knowing he isn’t all-that innocent. well aware of the things he’s done, well aware of the things he’s doing.

you shift so your legs tangle with his, and he wonders for a second if you can hear his every thought. you must know that he cares about you too much to let anything happen to you, and that thought is enough to leave him closing his eyes.

#mikey sano x reader #sano mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #mikey sano #manjiro sano #x reader #salmon rowe

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~Tell It to My Heart~

title: Whisper of the Heart

Prompt #3: Telling them “I love you” while they’re asleep.

Azul x gn!reader

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You truly must be a very fortunate soul. Not just anyone is granted entry into the Azul Ashengrotto's dorm room. And being offered the opportunity to stay the night too? Perhaps the sea witch had blessed you.

His room is quite lavish compared to yours. Although, that could be said for any room outside of Ramshackle. But it felt as if you'd stepped into the room of a five-star hotel. It's spacious, well-kept, and not a speck of dust in sight. It's grand yet simple at the same time. Not overly decorated but has his personal touch. The coin collection hanging on the wall is what really catches your eye and you have to admit that it suits him perfectly.

The bed is big enough for two and he offered the spot beside him. You were his guest after all and he wouldn't have you sleeping on the floor or anywhere else. You wanted to decline, but the housewarden insisted. Eventually, you cave.

When your body meets with the fluffy bed, you find yourself melting into the sheets. It's soft and molds to your body. It's almost too comfortable for you. Luckily, you have nothing to be afraid of, no one to fear while here. Sleep comes easily tonight.

Despite the comfort, you still find yourself waking up in the middle of the night. Whether it's just due to poor sleeping habits or adjusting to unfamiliar territory, you can't return to the land of unconsciousness.

Slowly, you remove yourself from the bed. You're careful not to upset the one beside you. A quick glance shows that he's curled up on the other side of the bed, back facing yours as he remains still. With quiet footsteps, you make your way to get some water. A spare glass is brought for him. It's set down on his bedside. Before you can make your way to your side of the bed, you pause.

His features are captivating. Azul is beautiful. Just the mere sight causes your heart to pound against your chest. You place a hand over it in an attempt to silence the beating. He is a man of many talents. He's hardworking and devoted. Never succumbs to any bumps on his neatly woven path.

Yes, you're aware that he isn't perfect. Despite his gentlemanly ways, he can be quite shrewd. While his deals can sometimes seem innocent, he's always thinking ten steps ahead and knows it will benefit him in the end.

Despite it all, he's made his way into your heart.

You shouldn't test your luck. You're lucky enough to be here. But this is a chance you have to take. A hand reaches out to push back a strand of his gray hair that had fallen over his face. You're granted a better view of him now, so peaceful and different from the serious, hardworking look he wears so often. Oh, how this is a sight you wish you could see more often.

Seeing as your faint touch hadn't woken him up, you go for a bolder approach. Light fingers push back his bangs as you press your lips against his forehead. They brush against his skin and while you learn to linger, you pull back.

"I love you, Azul," you whisper.

You smile and take a step back. It's as if nothing ever happened. He still remains asleep, blessed by your magical touch. You can feel your cheeks burning, but the darkness permits its safety and not just for concealing your blush. Deciding that it's best not to indulge any further, you return to your side of the bed.

Little did you know that your movements had caused Azul to stir. His mind urged him to wake up while his body fought to stay in place. Worry racked at his bones. The fear of what would cause you to leave his side struck his mind. You weren't the type to leave unexpectedly, you would have a reason. But why leave him?

The sound of returning footsteps put him at ease. And just as he was about to drift back off to sleep, he felt something touch him. And then he heard your voice utter those three little words followed by his name.

He has to be dreaming, right?

He doesn't move, doesn't react. The slow realization that he's conscious and your actions were real settled in his mind. Only after you've settled back beside him does he open his eyes. Everything is in place and for a moment, he thinks it is all a dream. But then he catches sight of a glass of water.

Azul holds his breath and a hand moves to clutch at his chest. His heart races rapidly and he feels as if he could scream out in joy at the truth. But, you're still here, it's still the dead of night, and he can't dare to wake you and make a fool of himself. Besides, if he did then he would be making your secret known. The octopus needs to play his cards right and get those lovely words out of your mouth again, but at a time when you're both fully conscious and he can give a proper response.

Sleeping is an impossible task now. It hurts that he can't turn around and pull you into a loving embrace. To keep you close and feel your warmth- that would be a dream come true. Now he has time to plan for tomorrow. You've unknowingly asked him for a wish and he will grant it. Without a price.

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #gn reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x you #octavinelle #request #tell it to my heart event

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juniperwoodwell · 1 year

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can I request #5 from your general prompt list with bale!bruce wayne x fem!reader? maybe you’ve known each other for a while but don’t know he’s batman and there’s some definite tension and one night he doesn’t know what to do after he’s pretty scraped up so he comes to you to tend to his wounds even though you’re not a doctor. And you figure out who he is, only reason he hasn’t told you is to protect you. Maybe the convo gets heated and escalates into a kiss/confession?!

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•Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

•Word count:1k

•Warning(s):Talk of wounds and blood but nothing too gross. Use of Y/n.

•A/n:Hello! So I wrote this about a year ago before I even got this request and I thought it was pretty close to your request. I may decide to make a part two if that's something you'd like. If you dislike it I can always write something different.

•photo not mine, Pinterest

It was two in the morning, and I was in my apartment watching friends in my living room when I heard a window open in the kitchen; being very concerned and very startled, I got up off the couch and grabbed the baseball bat I kept next to the front door, I proceed into the kitchen with the bat in hand, I went to flick on the light, but a low, strained voice spoke up "I wouldn't turn on the light if I were you. You might not like what you see." I saw the figure, and dropped the weapon "Batman?" I asked and turned on the light; he closed his eyes at the bright light. I gasped, seeing his suit ripped on his left shoulder and right under his ribcage. "What happened!?" I said, as I approached him. "Let's not talk about that," he spoke softly as I looked him over. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you go to the hospital or find someone who can sew you up?" I ased, and he nodded. "I did. I found you" I looked up at him, confused, but assumed that he looked me up. It's not a secret that I have medical experience. "Okay. Come with me" I guided him to my bedroom and told him to sit on the bed, and he obliged. I went to my closet and pulled out my large first aid kit. I grabbed all the things I needed, then went back to Batman. " I know your whole thing is about having a secret identity, but I can't exactly patch you up with that suit on or the mask," he grunted, then nodded. "Yeah...You're right. " I smiled apologetically because I could see the pain in his eyes; it looked familiar for some reason. I went to my closet again to grab a box that says, 'Ex-boyfriend things I need to burn.'

Placing the box on the bed next to Batman, I opened it and pulled out a shirt and a pair of sweatpants "You can put these on. I'll let you change in here" I hear him chuckle as he looked at the words on the box. "Thank you. Come over here for a second before you leave" I do as he asked and stand in front of him as he's was sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached up and took off his mask. "Mr. Wayne?" I say, almost whispering, "How many times do I have to tell you just to call me Bruce when we're alone?" I was at a complete loss for words; everything clicked in my mind as I stepped forward and placed my hand on his cheek, he put his hand on top of mine and smiled sweetly, but the moment is cut short when I remembered that he was bleeding "Hurry up and get changed we don't were the wounds to get infected." He chuckled as I rushed out of the bedroom closing the door.

As Mr. Way-Bruce was getting changed out of his suit, I sat on my couch "...Wow...My Boss- Friend? is Batman...This makes so much sense. Wait- So does that mean my father knows? Did my dad know Bruce was Batman, and then Bruce blackmailed him?-" My thoughts are cut short when Bruce came out of my bedroom. "I can explain everything to you if you want. But after you patch me up." I shoot off the couch and returned to the bedroom with Bruce. He sat back down on the edge of the bed, and I grabbed some alcohol wipes. It wasn't until I stood between his knees that I realized he didn't put on the shirt. The man is bleeding and bruised, and here I was, ogling him. "Y/n?" I shook my head as I snapped out of my daze "S-Sorry. This will be cold," I warned as I started to clean up his wounds, he flinched and quietly hissed at the contact. I stitched up his side, then his shoulder. "All done," I announced with a reassuring smile as I look at him. Our faces were inches apart. "Thank you..." he said quietly; I only now noticed his arms were loosely wrapped around my waist. "I..." I stopped myself before I say something I'd regret. "You...?" he asked as I placed the needle down on the bedside table; I tried to move so he could get up, but he pulled me closer. And kissed my cheek. "I hope you understand that I couldn't go to the hospital. I had no one else to turn to" I nodded and placed my hands on his face; he smiled tiredly and put his head on my shoulder, my hands gently played with his hair. "Why don't you just stay here for the night," I asked, and he nodded. "I can go sleep on the couch," Bruce suggested, looking back at my face, "What? No, You take the bed, Bruce. You've had a long night," He sighed, probably knowing i'd say something like that. "Let's not argue about who sleeps where. I'm too tired right now," He spoke with a smirk playing on his lips. Tightened his grip on my waist, he leaned back onto my bed, pulling me on top of him. "I- Bruce-" He cut me off quietly, shushing me. His fingers gently rubbed small circles on my back. "I'll explain everything in the morning," he said in a whisper, and I nodded tiredly. My head rested in the crook of his neck, on the non-stitched side of the course. We quickly drifted off to sleep.

I groaned as I felt the morning sun on my face; tiredly, I opened my eyes to see Bruce standing in front of my window with a cup of coffee in his hand, still just in those baggy sweat pants that barely stayed on his hips. "Good morning..." I breathed with a yawn as I sat up; I looked down, realizing I was no longer in the same clothes I had the night before. "Hmm.." Bruce turned to me and sipped his coffee with a smile. "Can I know how I got into this shirt?" I asked him, rubbing my eyes.

"You don't remember?" he questioned, as he chuckled,

that sweet noise filling my ears. "No...So care to explain?"

"Ha, alright. About an hour or so after we fell asleep, I woke up and decided it'd be good if we laid in the bed properly" He stopped speaking to sip his coffee and sit down next to me.

"So I woke you up and asked you if you wanted to change out of your jeans and put on Pajamas; you mumbled something like 'Sure thing, bossman,' so I got you to sit up on the bed so I could get you a shirt to change into. When I turned around to give you the shirt, you were struggling to unbutton your pants, I asked you if you needed help, but you sternly told me, "No, batman, I can save myself," so I sat the shirt beside you and helped you change after I asked you about twelve times. Eventually, you cooperated, then we returned to bed and passed out" After Bruce finished explaining, my face grew hot with embarrassment.

"Did I really say that stuff?" I asked shyly, and Bruce nodded as he finished his coffee; he leaned in and kissed my head. "It was cute." I groaned and fell backward onto the bed in embarrassment. "By the way, This coffee is horrible." He said as he smiled at me before he, too, fell back onto the bed beside me. I looked over at him and rolled my eyes. "Hey, Don't judge my coffee choices. Not everyone can buy stupidly expensive coffee." I said as I reached out to poke his nose; we laughed as we lay in each other's presence.

#writing #writers on tumblr #fanfic #reader insert #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bale!bruce wayne #bale!bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #batman begins #batman

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nixie-writes · 1 year

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Blitz and Stolas raise reader from an egg

What a way to come back to the dead with a commission I received from @thebattlecats2001 a little while back. This will probably be in queue for a while so Idk when this will post.

Blitz found himself in Greed once again, digging through the leftovers of his utter destruction of LooLoo Land to find something worth the effort. He passed by several tubs full of green liquid he didn’t have the guts to touch. Along his travels through the construction center he spied imps at the border of Notamafiatown, cornering an unlucky imp who probably didn’t pay back their loan or something. He turned to have deniability and ignored the cries and gunshots; he wasn’t here to witness a murder. Instead he reached his hand into some old junk and pulled out a long gun with a few rounds still inside.

He was observing the old Tommy gun when he noticed, from the corner of his eye, a small bag fall over. Bags don’t move on their own. Approaching the sentient bag he found it had the unmistakable Mammon logo on it, and inside was something shivering. He reconsidered his options with this bag. Did he need to open it? What if he found a half dead body in there? At the same time, he could also find money or other valuables. He wasn’t quite sure. Abandoning his hesitance he grabbed the bag.

Opening the bag he was met with a trembling egg. It was white with red spots adorning it. Digging around he saw the egg was in a poorly built little basket filled with rocks and soft blankets. Before he pulled out of the bag he spied a small sheet of paper and, examining it closer, found it was a letter. Swiping the letter from the bag he glanced across the words, taking in the details.

To Whoever Finds This,

This is my egg, my baby. I can no longer care for it; I’m sick and frail. The father insisted we leave the egg outside for a loving family to find. Please be kind to my egg, it’s all I have and I have to let it go. Thank you.

Blitz sighed to himself. Only he would find himself in this dilemma. Tucking the letter in his pocket he wrapped his tail around the egg and lifted it up, carrying it with him away from what used to be LooLoo Land. He gently sat it in the seat next to him and started up his little car, driving away.

Upon arriving home, Blitz gently laid the egg on his bed. He had no idea what the hell to do with it. Loona would be home soon and she’d probably tell him to just take it to an orphanage. He didn’t exactly want to do that. He felt a little bad for the egg. It had no home, no parents, it was out on its luck.

Pulling together some blankets and a heating pad he got the egg all comfy to maybe help it stop shivering. It didn’t seem to help but at least the poor thing was warm. He was trying to find out what it may be when he was interrupted by a familiar ringtone on his phone. He answered and put the phone to his ear. “Hey Stolas,” he greeted in a distracted voice.

“Blitzy!” a jovial voice greeted him. Blitz listened to Stolas as he gave a rundown of his day, talking about the fun he and Octavia had at a local fair and how he won Via a stuffed bear. They certainly seemed to be a happy family. Blitz couldn’t help but think that this egg he found deserved that much at least. Then it clicked in his mind.

“Hey, Stolas,” he prompted over the phone. “Not to be weird but, I found this egg that’s definitely alive and it has no family. Think you can take it? I sure as hell can’t.” His offer was met by a squeal of delight. “I’ll take that as a yes; see you in twenty.”

Arriving at the palace with egg in tow Blitz sat in Stolas’ room, waiting for him to come in. As he waited he took glimpses at the books Stolas collected. He had many about plants and herbs, a few about toads in specific, and one book that stuck out to him - a book about pirates. It was heartwarming to know Stolas remembered his childhood fascination with pirates and even got a book about them just so the two could have something to talk about.

Stolas entered the room with two cups of coffee, one in each hand. He offered Blitz a cup and sat down across from him. “So this is the egg you mentioned?” he asked, pointing to the egg Blitz had brought in. Blitz nodded his head; “yep, that’s the little one. Think you can take it in?” Stolas hummed. “I could but, it needs two parents to have a healthy childhood and I don’t think Stella meets the criteria. You have experience raising kids, who do you think would be a good co-parent?”

Blitz scoffed. “Me, duh! Tell you what, I’ll come by every day before going home and check on the little guy before going home. I’m busy but I can work that into my schedule. Then once it hatches, I can move in. Good deal?” Blitz held out a hand to shake. Stolas took his hand and shook it. “Now to break this to Octavia…” Stolas hummed. “I leave that to you,” Blitz laughed awkwardly.

** Time Skip **

Stolas yawned, flipping open a newspaper using his magic and skimming through everything on the pages. Blitz sat at the table, sipping a cup of coffee and doodling some horses. Octavia stood near the fridge, feeding the carnivorous plant a T-Bone steak. It was a seemingly quiet morning…Almost too quiet.

“Has anyone seen [Y/N]?” Octavia asked when she’d finished feeding the plant. Blitz shrugged, not looking up from his paper. “I dunno, haven’t seen him since I woke up.” Stolas hummed. “I would imagine he’s still asleep,” he suggested.

Octavia sighed and left the kitchen, looking around for [Y/N]. She took a peek in each open room and found nothing. She searched the play room and was met with nothing but strewn out toys and markers next to an open coloring book of horses he and Blithad been coloring the night before. She was beginning to worry. It wasn’t until she looked in her room again she was met with the sight of her red-feathered little brother. “[Y/N]! I’ve been looking all over for you!”

You climbed off her bed, a coloring book under your feathery arm. “Hi sissy! Look at my coloring book!” You held up your book of horses to Octavia and she smiled at your crudely colored pictures. You weren’t yet old enough to color in the lines and you didn’t seem interested in learning when Octavia tried teaching you. It was hard to distinguish between your drawings and Blitz’s drawings.

Pointing at a horse you’d colored you announced, “this is Stapler!” Octavia laughed and patted you on the head. Scooping you up in her arms she headed back to the kitchen where Stolas and Blitz were. “I found our little artist,” she announced as she sat you down. You made a break to Blitz, your feathers fluffed up in excitement. “Look, look! I drew Stapler!” You squealed, shoving the coloring book in Blitz’s face.

“Yeah, I see that. Way to go, champ!” Blitz congratulated, patting you on the head. You giggled, turning to Stolas. “Can we read the book about pirates again?” you inquired, bouncing up and down. “Of course my little captain,” Stolas agreed. You fist pumped the air, squeaking in excitement. “All right!” You squealed. Octavia giggled from the entrance to the kitchen.

Approaching Stolas Octavia spoke in a soft voice. “Things have been a lot better since Blitz brought that egg,” she mused. Stolas nodded in agreement. “When you have a child you’ll understand the appeal,” Stolas promised.

#helluva boss #blitzo #blitz #stolas #blitz x stolas #blitzo x stolas #helluva boss x reader

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freesia-writes · 10 months

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Hello lovely 🥰

Congratulations on 500 followers 🎉

For your celebration event, may I request Fives x Fem!Reader for dialogue prompt 14, "Can I try something? Close your eyes", with Fives speaking the dialogue to Fem!Reader?

Please and thank you 💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Helloooo and thank you SO MUCH for your patience on this one! That Crosshair fic really got away from us. ;) But oh man. This one got away from me!! LOL. I hope it's a lovely wonderful read for you. I really, really enjoyed it and have a total soft spot for Fives even more so now. ;) xoxo

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Word Count: 6.4k (eep!) Content Warnings: drinkin and kissin. ;)

The door to 79s slid open and admitted an entire herd of boisterous clones, laughing and tripping over one another as though their party had started long ago. The volume in the room rose significantly as the 501st appeared, fanning out around the bar to greet familiar faces (and immediately begin hitting on new ones) before making an eventual loop to place drink orders and settle into their corner booth. You tilted your head to the side, gesturing for your friend to take a look. She was visiting from out of town and had all but begged you to show her the raucous cesspool known as the clone bar, not mincing a single word about her desire to blow off some steam “with one or however many of those wild test tube boys”. You weren’t sure where she’d gotten her information about the clones, but weren’t one to argue, and instead were rather looking forward to tagging along for her night of shenanigans.

It wasn’t long until your table was approached by a few of the newcomers, and your friend sat up, putting on her best winning smile, and curled a long lock of hair around a finger as enticingly as she could. You wanted to try as much as her, really you did, but the soul-sucking job and realities of your less-than-glamorous life were resting heavily on your shoulders, and you weren’t one for one-night stands anyway. Well, not anymore, at least. You’d kill for some conversation of substance, but didn’t expect to find it in a dive bar for soldiers on leave, most of whom tended to have a “live hard or die trying” sort of mentality that emphasized action more than reflection. But for your friend, who had recently emerged from beneath the well-meaning but crippling guardianship of very strict parents, it was precisely what she was on the hunt for.

“Damn, is there a spaceport nearby or is that my heart taking off?” a clone that somehow looked bigger than his identical brothers squeezed between you, evoking a cringing laugh from you and a playful giggle from her.

“That is… so bad…” you breathed off to the side, gasping as another clone materialized there out of thin air.

“You’re telling me,” he said, also under his breath, as he stood beside the table, watching the flirty exchange. Your friend had wasted absolutely no time, and was tracing her fingers across the giant Republic cog tattooed across her pursuer’s bald head, gasping and smacking him on the shoulder plate after he leaned in to whisper something in her ear. You jerked your gaze up, startled by the unexpected voice of the wingman beside you.

“Ah, you get to hear this regularly?” you asked, smirking at him in the hopes that he had an equal distaste for the ridiculous games. He nodded dramatically, as though it were the burden he had to bear, and you warmed a bit inside. He tilted his head forward, resting an elbow on the table to continue chatting, and as he moved himself more under the light you could see the tattoo of a 5 on his forehead, tucked beneath his neat military crew cut. His goatee gave him the appearance of age, perhaps even of a more distinguished taste…

“So aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” he purred, arching an eyebrow suggestively, and your little flicker of interest was quickly snuffed out. You usually played dumb, acting as boring as possible to see how quickly they could lose the patience to persist, but when it was early enough, you sometimes attempted to see just how much ridiculousness you could get away with. A quick glance at your friend gave you a decent estimate -- judging by the story she’d just embarked on, one of her early plays to put certain ideas in a man’s head, you would be here for a while.

“That’s it, actually,” you said, raising your drink to him in cheers, “I get paid to be sexy.” You took a satisfied sip before the full realization of your words, and their insinuations, sank in, and you choked on your drink over your glass, catching the eye of the two lovebirds next to you. “Kriff, I mean, not like that…” you started, gasping for air and pressing a napkin to your mouth.

“Hey babes, we all gotta get by somehow. I’ll be damned if I ever judge a beautiful woman for choosing a path of pleasure for her life or work,” he crooned, making you cough harder into your elbow. “You alright? Need some mouth to mouth?” You waved him off, laughing and spluttering at the same time now, and he chuckled along with you, mistaking your mirth for encouragement. His arms snaked around your waist, and he pulled your pack against his armor-plated chest, jokingly pressing beneath your ribcage as he went to mutter something suggestive in your ear. Your flailing was ill-placed (or perfectly-placed), and a stray elbow crashed into his nose with more force than you’d ever intentionally use. He dropped you onto your stool with a yelp, both hands rushing to his face, giving you a look of surprise with eyes that were instantly watering with the pain of your blow.

A chorus of “whoa, hey” and “geez lady” and “damn Fives what did you do” echoed all around as you regained your breath, still unable to speak without sounding like a gravelly old woman, coughing between each word. “Karking hell, I’m so sorry,” you gasped, scooting back reactively when he pulled his hands away to reveal a bright smear of blood across his upper lip, with more joining it from his nose. Your friend squealed in disgust, covering her eyes and immediately beginning to hyperventilate, and her bald hero in plastoid armor scooped her into his arms as she pretended (you were pretty sure) to become faint, swooning against him with lovestruck eyes. He leaned over to his comrade for a moment, muttering something sympathetic that ended in a word you hadn’t heard before -- di’kut -- before carrying your friend across the room, stopping by a booth full of clones for a moment before finding a more private, empty table.

You continued your profuse apologies as you grabbed every napkin you could reach, on your table and the neighboring ones, offering them to him with genuine sheepishness. He pinched them against the bridge of his nose, still unable to get a word in edgewise amid your swearing up and down that it hadn’t been intentional. When another bald clone in similar colors appeared at his elbow, with a head that was similarly covered in tattoos, he rolled his eyes with a groan, swatting at the newcomer with a napkin.

“I’b find, Kix,” he sighed, his lisped speech caused by the wad of paper tightly pressed against his nostrils.

“I know,” the one apparently called Kix responded, giving you a quick nod of the head, “I just wanted to come see. You look good, vod.” His words dripped with sarcasm, and he disappeared back to the booth with an overly-cheerful wave, leaving you awkwardly sitting with the mess you’d created. You felt frozen in place -- you didn’t want to just ditch him, after what you’d done, but as he sat with his head tilted slightly up, keeping one eye on you the entire time as though you were an active threat, you wished you could be literally anywhere else.

Once the bleeding stopped, and he removed the napkin fortress with a tentative sniff and a wrinkle of his nose, he turned back to you, completely shocking you with the optimistic warmth that remained. “Okay,” he said, holding both hands up in surrender, “No further advances will be made. Message received loud and clear!”

You laughed, palming your forehead against your head, though wildly relieved at his quick return to playfulness. “I’m so sorry,” you said for the hundredth time, truly having no idea where to go from here.

“It’s alright,” he answered. “The name’s Fives,” he continued, offering a hand as if it were the most natural progression one could imagine. “I like you. Got a little bit of fire in ya, eh?” You shook his hand, unable to hide the cringe at the overt flirtation, although it was laced with an amused smile.

“I thought you said no further advances…” you began, but he interrupted.

“Advances? No no no. Just complimenting you on your backswing. But if you did feel guilty and want to do your part to help the morale of the poor boys of the Grand Army of the Republic…”

You laughed for real this time, swatting his arm reflexively. His relentlessness would normally peeve you by now, but you still felt bad, and he didn’t seem to have the pervert energy of someone who wouldn’t take no for an answer, but rather an indomitable cheerful spirit that was hard to come by these days. He gasped, pulling his arm against his chest and cradling it with the other, eyebrows drawing together as he immediately looked hurt and affronted. Your mouth fell and a chill shot down your spine for a split second before his theatrics dawned on you.

“You’re not even hurt there!” you exclaimed, laughing and considering hitting him again.

“Oh well,” he said, dropping the facade and joining you in a hearty chuckle. The way his eyes crinkled at the corners and his laugh rumbled in his chest was disproportionately endearing, and you shook your head at the entire ordeal.

“Alright… Fives…” you said, trying out his name, which sounded exceedingly odd on your lips. “Who’s got my friend over there? Should I call the police droids?” You jerked your head to the booth where your friend had disappeared beneath a pile of blue and white armor that, judging by the way it moved quite sensually, still had its occupant inside.

He followed your gaze, an almost appreciative smirk curving his lips as he spotted the two. You could have sworn you also saw the hint of a flush creeping up the side of his neck and cheeks, but when he turned back to you, it disappeared, and you wrote it off as an illusion of the many neon lights surrounding the bar. “That’s Jesse,” he answered, “And he’s alright. But if she’s looking for a real ride…” he began, making some rolling motions with his hips and sending your face into your palm again. “Okay, okay. I’m kidding. She will be given a fun time, everything she ever dreamed of, and politely left without any expectation of anything more. If she wants romance and love letters, she should find some sucker from the 212th.”

You exhaled out your nose, dropping your gaze to the table. “Maybe I should find a sucker from the 212th…” you muttered, gaping up at him when you realized you’d said it aloud. “For her…” you followed quickly, but the smile that flitted across his face called your bluff.

“Maybe you should,” he said, more quietly now. “Well, it was nice to meet you, and to be beaten into submission as I was trying to save your life. If you’re looking to do any other good deeds, you can usually find me here. Can’t miss me,” he teased, slowly backing away with a grin. But as he tapped the side of his head in a mock salute before turning to rejoin his table, you committed that little 5 on his forehead to memory.

* * *

Months passed, and it became a regular occurrence for you and Fives to encounter each other at 79s. Your friend had been so enthralled with the experience and the glamorous life on Coruscant as a whole, that she had moved in with you for a while to explore this new side of life. As such, you found yourself at her side at the clone bar almost weekly, and you entertained yourself by watching Fives make his rounds every time. He was forward and playful, flirting with virtually anything that moved it seemed, and his loud jokes and swaggering “bro” behavior gave you plenty of opportunities to roll your eyes. You were grateful that he had left you alone after that initial encounter, although there was a tiny part of you that wondered if the braggadocious exterior was really who he was at the core. But it didn’t matter -- he was so busy trying to “score”, as you frequently heard him holler, that you had no reason or chance to find out.

Your own life kept your thoughts fairly busy -- you were in the exciting stages of a new relationship, and a promising promotion at work was lurking just over the horizon. You allowed yourself to cut loose and have fun a bit more, sometimes joining your friend on the dance floor but shifting away demurely when you inevitably felt a codpiece suddenly thrust against your backside. You grew used to the carousel of “regulars” -- squads of clones from various platoons, characterized by armor coloring or other details -- and grew to feel quite at home in the flashy, loud bar.

One night in particular, you made your usual move, swerving behind your friend when you felt a gloved pair of hands settle on your hips and the presence of a stranger behind you, but a sudden voice in your ear surprised you. “Wait, sorry -- just stay here for one minute,” a clone said, and you turned your head to see the familiar face of Fives, bent low behind you in the semblance of dancing, but watching across the room like a hawk, his golden eyes fixed intently on something.

“What are you--” you began, but he pulled you back against his chest, tucking his face into your hair suddenly, and you started to squirm to free yourself, alarmed at having arms around you that were not your boyfriend’s.

“Please, just a second,” he said urgently against the side of your face, “She’s almost gone.”

Your indignant struggle slowed, and you groaned aloud at his absolute ridiculousness, scanning the room for any affronted-looking women as he stayed close behind you, slowly rotating you with hands on your hips to keep you at a certain angle between him and his target.. A Twi’lek with a blazing scowl stalked across the bar counter, glaring daggers at the few misfortune clones who made eye contact with her, and your face relaxed into a smile as you watched her storm down the hall toward the refreshers.

“She’s in the freshers,” you called over your shoulder, and he stood up to his regular height, blowing your hair out of his face. But his hands remained, and his armor-covered body continued to slide along yours to the beat of the music, swaying side to side and taking you along with him. “Fives!” you yelled, voice drowned in the new song that was now blaring at full volume, and you turned around, finding yourself within inches of his flushed, glowing face, accentuated by a few beads of sweat across his brow. You were shocked by the full-body tingle that cascaded down you without warning, and pulled back with a sudden jerk. “She’s gone!” you bellowed, before spinning on your heel to find respite and solitude in the quieter upper level of the bar.

Fives found you a little while later, sinking into the booth beside you as though he were completely exhausted. The music was far less intrusive, and the walls behind the cushioned seats managed to keep a good deal of the other noise out as well. You’d ordered some fries, and you were enjoying them in peace until he joined you. But he came bearing gifts -- a drink in each hand -- and slid one in front of you as he sat next to you, using the same hand to help himself to a couple fries with a roguish grin in your direction.

“What am I, your vod all of a sudden?” you teased, trying out the word that you were pretty sure meant “friend” or “brother” or something along those lines.

“That would be weird,” he laughed, slinging an arm around your shoulders with sudden familiarity, but you squirmed it off quickly.

“I’ve got a boyfriend, Fives,” you reminded him, and he shrugged it off with equal ease.

“And I’ve got a million women beating down the door to spend one private minute with me,” he returned without missing a beat, “But here I am with you.”

You laughed, accepting the drink and lifting it to him in appreciation, taking a generous gulp without sniffing it first. It burned down your throat and exploded through your nasal passages in alcoholic fury, sending you into a coughing fit reminiscent of the first time you met. Now it was his turn to laugh, and he clapped you on the back in the most unhelpful way.

“Damnit, Fives!” you gasped, swatting his arm away and stuffing your face with a handful of fries in an attempt to soothe the warm sting that lingered. Once you’d recovered, he met your gaze with the most disproportionately irresistible puppy dog eyes you had yet encountered, begging your forgiveness with a soft voice.

You’d relented then, settling to intersperse your drink with sips from a large water glass, and you also resigned that half of your fries would be sacrificed for the sake of his company. But you found yourself enjoying it, and the two of you became lost in conversation. Somehow, one topic led to another, followed by a second order of fries, two more drinks, and a third order of fries. You’d been regaling each other with tales, insights into your pasts, and mundane thoughts about the state of the galaxy for so long that you’d completely lost track of time until one of the bar employees appeared at your table to inform you that they were closing. Your mouth dropped, and you checked your own chrono in disbelief before looking up at him with equal shock. He grinned and shrugged, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

“But your sweet piece of booty for the evening!” you said in mock concern, watching his eyebrows chase each other across his forehead for a second before he regained his composure.

“Bah,” he dismissed, “They’ve earned a night off. Gotta rebuild their stamina, you know… for--” his words were cut off by a smack on the arm from you, and he followed you down the stairs with his cheeks curved into that eternal smile.

* * *

You couldn’t count the number of times you’d seen Fives hitting on someone in the weeks since he’d danced and chatted with you, and you reminded yourself each time that he was one type and you were another. You’d even convinced the boyfriend to come with you once or twice, although he felt completely out of his element surrounded by clones and had clammed up so much that you’d opted for other date locations with him after that. The Playboy of the Bar, however, continued his relentless crusade, and your occasional visits with friends always included a glimpse of him leaning dramatically on an elbow in front of someone or trying to allure them into his arms on the dance floor.

Your friend from the very first visit had insisted that you come out with her on one very specific night, swearing up and down that it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that it coincided with the quarterly review at your job, where the recipients of the next rounds of promotion would be announced. You’d tried unsuccessfully to contain your excitement about the prospect, but it seemed like a no-brainer -- you’d been performing above your pay grade for a while now, and there weren’t really any others in the running. You’d treated yourself to a new haircut, adding some choppy layers, and bought a sassy new outfit that made you feel like a million bucks. The day arrived, and despite your repeated and thinly-veiled reminders to your boyfriend about how much you were looking forward to it, he chose that day, of all days, to break up with you.

It had come out of nowhere, and you’d done your best to maintain your composure, but the feeling of having your legs cut out from beneath you was distractingly nauseating all day. To add insult to injury, the promotions were delivered, and you had not received one. Instead, the undeniably busty new hire had somehow gotten it in your place. The day couldn’t have been worse, and you called your friend to tell her that there was no way you were going out that night, even if the Supreme Chancellor himself had asked.

You started the water for a hot bath, gathering your smuttiest holonovel and a horde of snacks that could have provided lunch to the entire cadet academy, when you were struck by a sudden hesitation, followed by the most compelling “fuck-it-all” attitude you’d ever been hit by. The water was switched off, and you dug your new outfit out of the corner where you’d thrown it in a fit of tears, taking time to make yourself up until you felt like you could conquer the world. A few shots of liquid courage from your kitchen cupboard gave you a pleasantly warm, rummy sensation, and you called your friend back to inform her that the party was back on.

She was thrilled as ever to see you, chorusing a litany of “girl boss” encouragement that made you want to barf as you walked into 79s, but you accepted her well-meaning accolades in a haze of determination to lose yourself in whatever that night would hold. As you clapped the bottom of the shot glass onto the bar next to her, downing it in one brave swallow, you caught sight of Fives across the room, working his usual magic.

“Tear it up, sis,” your friend yelled over the music, and you ordered another shot, swallowing it just as quickly, before heading out to lose yourself on the dance floor. Being significantly inebriated brought a whole new level to your clubbing experience though, and everything seemed to “make sense”. You no longer shook off the random clones who would come up to dance on you, instead writhing your body in total abandon, enjoying the way the music seemed to match everything perfectly, carrying you along in the rhythmic sensation of your body grinding against another. One of them started getting particularly handsy, and you took that as your cue to take a break, tottering to a stool at the counter and sliding onto it with the infinite amount of concentration it required to avoid toppling off the other side.

“Hey… you… alright?” came a familiar voice, and you looked up to see Fives bending over you with an uncharacteristic look of concern on his face. But you weren’t in a state to read the room quite so well anymore, and hollered a response immediately.

“Ohhhh fuckoff, Fives!” you shouted, not even sure why on earth you would say such a thing, but everything just felt so damn funny, and consequences weren’t something that existed in your brain at that moment. You missed the undeniable flash of hurt that crossed his face before he gave you a feeble salute and disappeared into the crowd again. As you ordered something ridiculously sweet and fruity, you felt a tap on the shoulder. You turned to face a pair of clones that were both grinning at you in such an idiotic way you found it endearing.

“You look like a smart lady…,” one of them began.

“WRONG,” you yelled, dissolving into laughter at your own utterance.

“Okay, well…” he continued, clearly thrown off but still amused. “People seem to have a lot of trouble telling us apart,” he gestured to his brother and himself, “And we were trying to see what it is exactly that makes us different from one another. We were thinking you might volunteer your services to see if it’s how we kiss, because that seems like the only remaining possibility.”

Your friend joined you then, hand in hand with a clone who looked impressive in a gray dress uniform, and you welcomed her jovially as your drink arrived. “Look! These guys think I can’t tell em apart by the way they kiss,” you accused, sloshing your drink toward both of them. “Kriffin’ shinies,” you muttered, slumping to your feet, slamming your glass on the counter, and throwing yourself at the nearest one. His eyes flew wide open as your arms wrapped around his neck and you buried your face in his, planting a sloppy kiss on his mouth. He settled into it quite quickly though, bringing his own hands to your waist and leaning into you to slide his tongue along your lips. You were quite enjoying it, but a sudden awareness of the copious amount of spit all over your face made you pull away with a loud smack as your lips parted.

“Too messy!” you declared, thrusting a finger into the air as though you’d discovered the theory of relativity, then just as quickly, before his poor partner could react, you flung yourself at him, scooping him into your arms and crashing your lips against his. He tasted like alcohol and salty food, and the jury was out on whether that was a good thing or not as you began to kiss him more and more passionately, hands roving around his chest and one digging into his hair, leaving him a tousled mess when you were all of a sudden tugged away by a firm hand on your upper arm. “Heyyyy!” you whined, wiping your mouth with your sleeve as you turned to see the stern face of Fives, honey brown eyes blazing. Or was it the lights?

“Come on,” he said, pulling you away from the somewhat shellshocked pair of shinies as he leaned over to talk to your friend for a moment.

“Oh yeah?” you laughed, blowing them a kiss goodbye, “Are we finally gonna do it? Am I your little treat for the evening?” You addressed your words to him, slumping against him to slide a heavy hand up the side of his face, ending with a little trace of the number on his temple. “I kriffing love this,” you murmured, bringing your face toward his suddenly. But he dodged your advance and instead scooped you into his arms, nodding to your friend as she finished speaking and turning to head toward the door. His armor was hard against your skin, jostling you and totally harshing your vibe as the cool night air hit your face. Your memory from that point onward was spotty, with only flashes of things that may or may not have happened, as far as you were aware.

Holy kriff, Fives, you’re a creep! How do you know where I live?

hahahaha I’d totally sleep with you but I don’t want to catch any diseases, you know?

OHMYGOSH how did you get inside my door?!

Sweet baby Hutt-spawn, this bed is the kriffing BEST. Come here, you gotta try this.

Ohhhh, taking me to bed eh? kinkyyyy... hey what’s the trash can for?

* * *

You woke up beneath a pile of pillows, gasping for air as you emerged, body slick with sweat. You’d apparently decided to pull on every maker-forsaken blanket you owned throughout the night, and you hauled yourself to your feet to escape the Mustafarian lava pit you’d created. But the sudden motion was far from welcome, and you reeled in disgust, feeling waves of hunger and nausea wash over you simultaneously. There was a gnawing hole in your stomach, and yet the thought of eating anything was positively repulsive, so you moved toward the refresher, kicking a wastebasket that had been placed next to your bed. The loud noise and unexpected obstacle caused you to yelp, and as the plastic trash can went flying across the room, another figure sprang up out of nowhere in equal surprise.

The deafening sound that filled the room was definitely not human, and it certainly didn’t come from you, as you reacted in a jolt of fear and flailing backward onto your bed. But the figure on the floor reacted just as much to the noise, pressing his hands over his ears and scrambling to his feet in alarm, and as you clapped your hand over your mouth, cutting it off, you realized it was indeed you who was squealing like a keeradak in labor. The silence that fell immediately after left you reeling, as you stared in utter shock at Fives, who was standing at the foot of your bed, clad head to toe in form-fitting black base layers, eyes wide as he held both hands up to you in an attempt to soothe.

“WHAT are you--” you began, but clamped your mouth shut when you felt a heave, going deathly still to avoid provoking the digestive dragons any further. Fives was rubbing his face, which was adorably soft from sleep, and he looked back up to you, wincing at the obvious stiffness he felt as he moved.

“You were a mess last night,” he began, precariously taking a seat at the very edge of your mattress. “I brought you home -- your friend told me where you guys lived,” he interjected in response to the question brimming on your lips. “But I didn’t know she didn’t have a bedroom… Once I got you settled, I went to leave, but she was… busy… on the couch out there… So I waited. And waited. And I guess I fell asleep.”

“On the floor?!” you asked in disbelief, feeling even more horrible now.

“Yeah. I gotta go see who that is out there. Trooper deserves a kriffing medal for that kind of stamina…”

“I am so sorry,” you breathed again, chuckling at his words but stuffing down any further mirth as it made your stomach lurch. “You didn’t have to--”

“What happened?” he asked, looking at you with sudden intensity. “I’ve never seen you like that…” You filled him in on The Day From Hell and its role in leading to The Night of Bad Decisions, appreciating the appropriate expressions of sympathy that shaped his handsome face. When you finished, you insisted that he let you take him to breakfast -- to do your part in lifting the morale of the poor boys of the GAR. His sleepy smirk made your heart do a flip, as did the way he held the door open for you as the two of you tottered into a local diner. You’d assured him repeatedly that their “kitchen sink omelet” was a tried-and-true hangover cure, and as two heaping plates were slid onto the table in front of you, his eyes widened at the sheer amount of gravy that covered whatever else was lurking beneath it.

“So uhh,” he began suddenly, after you’d been idly chatting about nothing throughout the slow process of consuming the greasiest breakfast in the galaxy, “How long have you wanted me so badly?” You snorted, bringing your caf mug back under your mouth for fear of the sip you’d just taken exploding right back out again.

“What?!”

He twirled his fork over his plate with a jaunty air of smugness as you gawked at him across the table. “You might have been grinding on anything with legs and kissing random shinies last night,” he purred, causing you to grimace at the thought, “but you weren’t mincing your words when it came to trying to get me in your bed.” He waggled a brow at you, a little glimmer illuminating the flecks of gold in his honey brown eyes, again causing that wave to course through your veins.

“Oh geez, Fives,” you exhaled, rubbing your forehead with one hand as you stabbed a piece of sausage with particular vehemence. “I get absolutely crazy when I drink too much. I’m sorry,” you apologized, shaking your head, “It’s like a different person.” You leaned down to scoop the bite into your mouth, sparing yourself the heartwrenching way his face fell at your words. But when you brought your gaze back up to his, covering your food-filled cheeks with a napkin, his sharp features were carefully arranged into nonchalance.

“Mmm,” he grunted knowingly, “Yeah…” He fell silent for a moment, pondering the potatoes on his plate as he pushed them side to side with his fork.

“I can’t believe that’s two nights you’ve wasted on me now though,” you said, offering a return to the lighthearted quips you two were so used to sharing. “I feel like I owe you some kind of… I don’t know. What kind of escapade have you not had in a while?” You chuckled breezily, although the thought of him like that twisted your stomach in an odd way. Or maybe it was the hangover.

“Ugh,” he said, pushing his plate away and lifting his brown eyes to yours with a disarming focus. “I’m a fraud,” he blurted out, shaking his head as he maintained your gaze. “It’s all a front. Jesse is out there climbing onto whatever or whomever strikes his fancy… And I’ve got this whole image… But it’s all a lie…” His admission ended with an eyeroll that led his eyes back down to his plate, hanging his head like a scolded child. You were reeling at the revelation, though, with countless emotions washing over you so quickly you couldn’t begin to identify any one of them.

“Why?” you asked finally, tilting your head in genuine confusion.

“I have no kriffing idea,” he answered, one cheek curving up into a half-smile as he looked back up to you. “I haven’t even kissed anyone,” he muttered with a shrug. You felt as though your illusion of him had been shattered, and the unguarded, honest, adorable man in front of you was so different than the swaggering fast-talker you’d grown accustomed to. A small part of you gloated loudly in the back of your mind -- I told you so -- confirming your initial suspicions that there was more depth to him after all. Your conversations had revealed as much too; he was wildly intelligent and creative, with razor-sharp critical thinking skills and more philosophical reflection on life than you’d ever have expected.

Your own smile grew larger, and you reached a hand across the table to place it gingerly over his fist, causing his eyes to jerk back up to yours again. That goatee did make him look more distinguished after all, you decided, as you brushed your thumb across his knuckles. You wanted to drop some kind of snarky joke or wise-sounding platitude, but there was a merciful peace between the two of you that suggested understanding without the necessity of further explanation. The arrival of the server droid with a fresh carafe of caf gave you both a distraction, and by the time the mugs were refilled and appropriately doctored up, the conversation was off and running about everything and nothing again.

When the two of you emerged into the harsh Coruscant sunlight on the sidewalk outside the diner, stretching and groaning your simultaneous satisfaction and over-stuffed-ness, it felt as though you had taken some kind of new step together, entered some foreign territory of closeness. You rather liked it, you decided, as you turned to walk toward the train stop. But he caught your hand, surprising you as he pulled you back to face him.

“Hey, um…” he began sheepishly, shifting on his feet but maintaining a steady gaze in your eyes that made your knees feel weak. You prickled with anticipation, instantly feeling as though something were about to happen, and very much wanting it to. “Can I try something?” he asked, rushing onward in response to your puzzled expression, “Close your eyes…”

You gave him a suspicious squint, heart skipping a beat at the small burst of joy that it painted across his face, and then closed your eyes, standing stock-still on the outside but coursing with adrenaline and eagerness within. You could feel him getting closer, whether it was some kind of external proprioception or your own wishful thinking, and the hope was confirmed when you could feel the warmth of his face right in front of yours, blocking out the sunlight and filling your nose with the scents of caf, gravy, soap, and something spicy and musky. Parting your lips slightly, it took all your willpower to keep your eyes closed and stay still, but your patience was rewarded a split second later.

Warm hands grazed your cheeks, settling around your face in a deliberate yet gentle hold, and the faint sound of his quiet exhale sent another thrill through you. And then his lips met yours, unfathomably soft and painstakingly tender. Your arms snaked around him immediately, hearing his sharp inhale of excitement in response. He didn’t move except to gently press his mouth a bit more, fitting his face against your own as his nose smushed into your cheek. The tingles reverberating through every inch of your body were intoxicating, and you never wanted it to end, as you leaned your body into his. And then he retreated, slowly and gingerly, as though any quick motion would shatter the impeccable beauty of the fleeting moment. His lips pulled away with a quiet smack that lit fireworks of joy in your soul.

Your eyes flew open, and the sight that met them was one you wanted to commit to memory forever -- his blissful face, eyes still closed, lips curved in a soft smile. He lingered there for a split second before lightly resting his forehead against yours and lighting up the day with his amber eyes that fluttered open to find yours with undeniable warmth. You were blown away by the unfathomable delight of kissing him for not only the first time, but his first time. You wracked your brain for something… anything… to say, but there was nothing that could fully capture the thrill and ecstasy. So instead you grinned at him like an idiot, basking in the glory of his soulful gaze and adoring smile.

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barbex · 10 days

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HAPPY FRIDAY!! "The empty space that can’t be breached between you in bed" from the sensory prompts, for any characters you like!

Happy @dadrunkwriting and thank you for this prompt.

It turned into a little angsty weird, some kind of pre-and-missed-fenders ficlet.

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Fenris can't sleep. At least not yet. Maybe later, when the first morning light crawls over the horizon, gently pushing the darkness of night away, maybe then he can sleep. That's when Anders will leave the tent to take up the watch. He always takes that one, something about being used to getting up early, and about picking herbs and such. The dew of the morning moistening the leaves, so that they keep better for the trek back to the drying racks in Anders' clinic.

At least that's what Anders told Isabela once, when she asked about his early morning habit. He pretended not to listen. Anders would never have answered his questions, not like he answers Isabela's questions. Not with that smile and that twinkling in his eyes, and not with the joke about putting leaves in your smalls to make yourself smell better.

Anders doesn't talk to him anymore. After so many fights, so many vicious words, he just stopped. Stopped altogether. No words about mages, about the Gallows, about freedom for him and all mages. Fenris isn't sure what to make of it, at first it was a relief to not hear his complaints anymore, but now it feels like something is missing. Something that made Anders who he is, is gone. Instead, another version of Anders walks with them, quiet, serious, friendly. Friendly like the head slaves used to be, polite, carefully projecting being contend and calm.

Fenris looks at Anders' back next to him. The mage sleeps fitfully, twitching, sometimes even making a sound. He cries out and sits up, wide eyes staring into nothing. "No, sorry," he says, but his voice is still laden with the weight of the nightmare.

"It was just a dream," Fenris says.

Anders' head whips around and he frowns at him.

"You are safe here."

Even in the dim light of the tent, Fenris can see the mask settling back on Anders' face. Contend. Friendly. Polite.

"Of course." Anders lies back down, folding his hands on his chest.

"Why are you like this?" He had not meant to ask the question but now it is out.

Anders slowly turns his head to look at him. "Like what?"

"Cold. Quiet." He doesn't know how to explain how eerie it is to see Anders like this. "I know you were passionate and now... why are you hiding everything?"

Equally slowly, Anders looks back to the roof of their tent, his fingers tapping out a rhythm on his chest. "I thought you would be happy about that. You always said you didn't want to hear my yammering."

"But now you don't say anything anymore."

"Yes." Anders' voice has lost all its softness. "I don't say anything. It's better this way."

"Why?"

Faster than his eyes can grasp it, Anders is up and leans right into him, his breath in his face. Fear tightens his throat, as if Anders had his hand around his throat. But he is not touching him. That is even worse.

"You don't want to hear what I think." A mad smile draws at Anders' lips. "None of you do. Be glad you don't hear what I think."

He is out of the tent before Fenris can take a breath. His heart beats too fast. Like he is drawn from an invisible force, he crawls out of the tent, grabbing his sword. There, tall in the moonlight, he sees Anders stand at the edge of their camp. He doesn't hide his steps, and the way Anders glances over his shoulder shows him that the mage is aware of his approach.

"Tell me," Fenris says. "Tell me what you are not saying."

The mask slips, for the first time in weeks an actual emotion shows on Anders' face. He recognizes it. Pain. Grief. "Tell me."

Anders lets out a breath. "It has to end. The suffering. It has to end, soon."

"Tell me."

Finally, Anders looks at him, smiling gently. "No. You should not know." Without another word, he walks into the darkness.

Fenris watches him, fighting the feeling that he missed something important.

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xxsycamore · 4 months

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Hey friend! For the mlm prompts, if the free day prompt hasn't been taken yet, I'd like to request Sirius x Harr with a Teacher AU. If your feeling up to it, Lancelot can come play too, but he's not required if not.

Leave it to Krys to think up a good prompt for the free day!! Thank you so much for this, I still remember the cozy morning when I drafted this! Oh, Lancelot definitely can come play too.

[ 🌈 part of the character x character or genderbent!character x mc requests🌈 ]

For Different Universe, Same Love creative challenge, hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me.

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐔 ┅┅┅Sirius x Harr x Lancelot

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫

When Sirius pushes open the door of the principal's office, the familiar intense aroma of rich black coffee flies to his nostrils and he already knows, for sure:

"Oh Harr, you're here too. Hello. And hello, Lance."

The blonde-haired man relaxes back in his office chair, putting down the document he's been reading through, offering a greeting back to Sirius just as Harr does. Still, a heavy sigh fills the room the very next second.

"Those brats just refuse to at least try and focus during this time of the year. Classes are turned to chaos."

Something is pushed into Sirius' hands, and he accepts it without thinking twice because of the risk of spilling its scorching contents. When he looks up, he finds a chaste but knowing smile on Harr's face.

"Here, take my cup. I'll make myself another. We drink it the same, after all."

It's no wonder that Harr sympathizes with him, not having it any easier on his end in Magic Crystal Usage class, especially considering the safety risk when presented with a room full of absent-minded students who are counting the days until the end of the school year.

"It's true, we drink it the same. Unlike a certain someone who prefers to put so many sugar cubes, we can take it to Mr. Ash's laboratory to study it for poison."

"Sirius, enough."

The widening smile on Sirius' face blooms into a short but hearty laughter that prevents him from taking the long-anticipated first sip - but even after he's ready to immerse himself in it, he finds another reason to pause.

"Lance, I'll show you how me and Harr sweeten our coffees without any health risks. Watch closely."

The hand that lands on Harr's cheek is warm and gentle when it turns him to face the taller man, and along with those words, it should be enough of a warning sign. Yet Harr's surprise manifests as a small gasp on the plush lips of Sirius when they clash into his, his mouth now agape and inviting for the seemingly innocent demonstration. It's all up to Sirius to take advantage of it or not, and his pent-up aggravation dictates a need to deepen the kiss. This time for the stress relief qualities it bears, not for the bitterness of his coffee.

"Indeed, why haven't I thought sooner of this?"

Lance's voice breaks through the haze, and his lovers only now realize that he got up from his chair and approached them. Sirius' hand remains on Harr's face, almost protectively, in stark contrast with the inviting look in his eyes.

"Now, don't steal my sugar. Find your own."

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kittenofdoomage · 1 year

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Gamblin' Man

Summary: He’s not going to let it drop, not until he gets what he wants.

Prompt: John Winchester, in church, vibrating panties

Pairing: John Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: 3924

Warnings: sexual wagering, smut, sex toys/vibrating panties, inappropriate public behavior (in a church, and other places), teasing, edging, unprotected smut, exceptionally brief anal play, begging, dirty talk/degrading language, fluff (sorta), slight Daddy kink, age gap (reader is around Dean’s age), hunting (canon-level violence and gore).

Dedicated to @impala-dreamer who always encourages dirty John thoughts.

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The wet thud of the werewolf’s head on the ground was more satisfying than it probably should have been, but you and John had been tracking the pack for over a week now, so it was a good feeling to finally put them down. They had left a trail of carnage across the Midwest, leading you on a hell of a chase; you hadn’t even been sure how many of them there were.

A gunshot made you turn just as the last werewolf dropped from the silver bullet, revealing John standing behind him. You grinned, lifting up your machete triumphantly. “And you said I wouldn’t need this.”

He chuckled, walking over to the decapitated monster, putting a single silver round in his chest just to make sure. “You lost,” he pointed out.

The comment made you frown. “Huh?”

“You said it was four at most.”

“Really?” you asked pointedly. “You’re holding me to that.”

“Bet your sweet ass I am,” he smirked. “We shook on it.”

“I thought you were joking.”

“Well I wasn’t.”

With a groan, you turned away, surveying the scene. There had been six werewolves altogether. The other four were inside the house, and you knew there was no leaving until the two on the lawn were inside with them, and the whole building was torched. Luckily, the farmhouse was miles away from town, so the fire wouldn’t be noticed quickly.

John didn’t press the subject of the bet while you covered up the slaughter, and by the time you were in the truck on the way back to the motel, you could barely keep your eyes open. He waited, of course, until you were inside, closing the door and locking it.

“About my winnings,” he started.

You grunted, turning your head to look at him in disbelief. “Seriously. It was a joke, we didn’t even say how much.”

“I’m not after money.”

The way he said it gave you pause, but you were far too tired to continue with any bartering. It was nearing dawn, and you needed a few hours of sleep before getting into conversations about supposed bets. Not that he’d let it go even when you woke up.

“John, I’m exhausted. If I agree you won, can we just go to bed?”

His smirk widened. “Fine. As long as you agree to whatever I want.”

“Whatever,” you yawned, barely managing to get your pants off before you tumbled into the covers, “just lemme sleep.”

It took only a few minutes for you to doze off, just long enough for you to feel the dip of the bed as he climbed in behind you, one strong arm encircling your waist. You smiled and slipped into unconsciousness, forgetting all about the bet.

His warmth was gone the next morning when you woke to the sound of the door closing. You sat up and yawned, smiling sleepily as John as he approached with a drink in one hand and a bag with a cartoon bagel on it in the other. “Breakfast,” he offered, handing it over.

You opened the bag, inhaling the deliciously warm scent from inside. “Mmm, thank you.” Eating in bed only seemed uncomfortable, and you needed to pee anyway, so you got out, dropping your food and drink onto the table before heading for the bathroom. When you came out, John was at the table waiting, sipping his usual black coffee.

“Where are we heading today?” you asked, pulling out your breakfast.

He tapped a folded paper next to his unwrapped sandwich. “Duluth. Got a lead on something. Flimsy but it’s enough.”

Biting into your bagel, you groaned at the taste, chewing slowly to enjoy it. “These are almost as good as the ones in that little deli we found - where was it?”

“Colorado. Brent’s Bagels.”

“Yeah. We haven’t been to Colorado in ages.”

He chuckled, watching you as you ate, a pensive expression on his face like he was waiting to say something. You didn’t pay much attention to it, too hungry to think beyond filling your stomach. Once the last bite was gone, you licked your fingers clean, then looked at him properly, smiling brightly.

“You haven’t forgotten what we talked about last night?” he murmured, leaning back with one hand on the table.

You rolled your eyes, picking up your drink. “No,” you replied.

“Good. Because I decided what I want.”

The way he said it made you guess that whatever he wanted was sexual in nature and you weren’t surprised. Despite his stoic outward attitude, in private John had the capability to be incredibly kinky, and there wasn’t much you’d let him do that you didn’t enjoy. No doubt he’d thought about what he wanted a lot, and you knew when he got up to go for his bag, that he had definitely thought ahead.

He pulled something from the duffel, turning around and returning to drop it on the table. It was a rectangular box with a female model on the front, showcasing the contents - a single pair of black panties. You picked them up, reading the box, realizing quickly that they were vibrating panties.

Looking up at him, your eyebrows lifted. “Really? You want me to wear these?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Right now?”

“Twenty-four hours.”

“John -”

“I can pick something else if you like,” he interrupted, the leer on his face getting a little wider. “And I got plenty of ideas, sweetheart.”

The expression on his handsome features spoke volumes - this was probably the least of the ideas he’d come up with, and John Winchester was not short on imagination where it came to sex. You swallowed, looking at the box again, still thinking of excuses.

“I can’t wear these if we’re on a case,” you stuttered. “What if we get into a fight with something?”

He chuckled, pulling the remote out of his pocket. “It’ll only go off as long as I’m holding the button,” he explained. “You won’t even notice them.” Pulling the panties from the box, you ran your fingers over the soft material. “See,” he prompted, “inconspicuous.”

You sniffed, your hesitation clear. “How loud are they?”

“Baby girl,” he chided. “I’m a little more subtle than that.”

Fixing your gaze on him, you pulled a face, remembering just how subtle he’d been when he’d fucked you in the parking lot of a Denny’s, right over the back of his truck. “Not always.”

“I promise,” he reached out to take your hand, “no one will know except you and me.”

He wasn’t wrong about how discreet the panties were. Before you’d put them on, you’d asked him to turn them on, just to see how loud they were, and you had to admit, for how powerful the vibration was, they were fairly quiet. Once you had them on, you found them to be comfortable and soft, and though you could feel the pad of the vibrating insert pressed up against you, it was no worse than a sanitary towel.

Of course, John had to test them out. The sudden vibration had shocked you, and after only a few seconds, you felt flustered and aroused, and John chuckled as he turned them off and pocketed the remote.

A four-hour drive only provided him with more “testing” time. He’d tried every setting, taking great pleasure in watching you writhe in the passenger seat of his truck, trying to catch you off guard with it. By the time you reached Duluth, your pussy was aching, desperate to be filled by something, anything, so you could cum.

“How are you feeling?” John asked, pulling the truck into the parking lot of the latest motel you’d call home.

“I hate you,” you shivered, still panting from his last round of torture.

He laughed, and you scowled, folding your arms across your chest and ignoring him as he got out of the truck. You waited while he checked in, and when he returned with the key, he was still smirking. “Let’s go,” he ordered, grabbing his bag from the back seat.

“What’s our first stop?” you asked, still slightly bitter as you climbed out of the truck.

“All three victims were members of a local church group. I figure we start there.”

“Great.”

You hated wearing the fed suit, and having vibrating panties on underneath them didn’t make it any better, but John didn’t set them off again. Working a case made distraction easy, and you’d almost forgotten about your kinky underwear when you followed him into the church where a choir was practicing loudly. He took the lead, engaging with a priest by the name of Father Teddy, introducing himself as Agent May and you as Agent Taylor.

“Apologies for the noise,” Father Teddy said, leading you away, but not far enough that you couldn’t hear them. “Unfortunately, the good acoustics in here mean that the sound is inescapable.”

“Ah, it’s not a problem,” John drawled, all charm. His hand snaked into his pocket, and you went still, hoping he wasn’t going to -

The panties buzzed to life. You tried to keep your composure, focusing on the questions that John was asking, but after a few minutes, you were feeling the heat in your face and the wetness the vibration was provoking. There was a pew behind you, and you took a slight step back to grab it, hoping to stave off the quivering in your thighs. John’s eyes slid to you, the curve of his lips turning gleeful as you shuddered from head to toe.

Your action caught Father Teddy’s attention, the absolute last thing you wanted to happen when you could feel the buzzing get stronger, your pussy gushing in response.

“Are you alright, Miss?” the priest asked softly, reaching out one hand to you when you gripped the pew tightly to balance yourself. “You look a little flushed.”

The choir rose to a louder volume on the final chorus and you fixed a shaky grin on the elderly gentleman. “I think I need a little air,” you gasped, turning your attention to John with an urgent look. “Agent May?”

John was barely containing his smirk, and the vibration at your core ceased as he pulled his hand out of his pocket. “Thanks for your help, Father.”

The priest nodded, though he seemed thoroughly concerned with your disheveled state. “Of course, Agent. If there’s anything else I can help with, please let me know.” His head turned to you again. “I hope you feel better soon, Agent Taylor.”

Your smile was tight and you couldn’t get out of there fast enough now your composure was returning. You hurried down the carpeted walkway, bursting out of the huge oak doors with John hot on your tail, his mirth bubbling to the surface once you were outside. Whirling on him, you slapped at his shoulder, scowling when he only laughed harder.

“You’re an ass.”

“What?” he snorted through his laughter. “He didn’t know what was going on!”

“We were in a church,” you seethed, almost hissing at him. “Ugh, you’re such a pig.”

“Didn’t seem like you weren’t enjoying it,” he retorted, voice turning to a low rumble that had exactly the effect on you that he was expecting. With a strained groan, you turned away, striding to the car with the intent of ignoring him, but you’d forgotten one thing.

He still had the remote.

The panties buzzed to life, and the shock of it made you gasp and trip; the truck door broke your fall, palms holding your weight against the sun-warmed window as John turned the vibration up to max. You sucked in oxygen, the arousal you’d felt moments before in the church returning ten-fold.

John approached slowly, and you saw him look around in the glass reflection in front of you before he pressed up against your back, running the hand not on the remote down your side and over your hip. “Tell me how wet you are now, baby girl.”

Your breath fogged against the glass. “J-John -”

“Uh-uh,” he scolded, letting his hand slide around to your front, holding steady right over where the panties were driving you crazy. “You said you’d play the game, princess, and I’m not done yet.”

You moaned, unable to stop your hips rutting back against him. Even though it was broad daylight and outside a church, you would have given anything to have him take you right there. His name left your lips again, needier this time, a higher pitch to reflect the want in your core.

“You still got eighteen hours,” he reminded you, and you exhaled a shaky cry as the vibration stopped, but John didn’t move away. “How about a new deal?”

You didn’t move. “What?”

He chuckled again, grazing his lips over the back of your neck. “I bet you can’t last the whole twenty four hours,” he taunted. “I bet, you break before it’s even dark, and beg me to fuck that pretty little pussy until you can’t see straight.”

A lump formed in your throat, a mixture of your desire to get fucked and your reluctance to let him “win”. “W-what do I get if I win?”

“What do you want?”

You had no idea, scrambling to think of something, anything. “Uh -”

“Why don’t you think on it?” he murmured, lips against the shell of your ear now. “We still got witnesses to interview anyway.”

“John,” you whispered desperately.

“What?”

“Please don’t use it when we’re talking to people,” you begged, turning in his hold when he gave you the space. You looked up at him pleadingly. “I can’t… I can’t think straight when I’m horny. It’s dangerous.”

His smile dropped away, genuine concern on his handsome face. He lifted his hand, caressing your jaw gently. “I promise, baby girl. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” You smiled, placing your hand against his chest and leaning into him. “Can’t say it wasn’t adorable to see you all flustered like that though.”

You groaned, ducking out of his hold to walk around the truck to your side. “You’re an asshole.”

It took around four hours for you to realize you weren’t going to win. He’d behaved around the witnesses, though you couldn’t say the same for the trip to the morgue, after which you’d decided you needed a break, and persuaded him to let you go to the grocery store while he checked out the town’s history. The hunt was most likely a spirit, and no one had died yet, so the need to find whatever or whoever it was wasn’t as pressing.

Your hour alone was blissful, and you picked up enough supplies for a few days, finishing up way before John was supposed to pick you up. There was a bench outside, far enough away from the entrance that no one would bother you, so you took advantage of the pleasant afternoon sunshine to wait for him.

Around five minutes after you had sat down, the vibrator in your panties began to buzz lightly. Your head shot up, eyes scanning the lot for his truck, but there were too many larger vehicles obstructing others to be sure he wasn’t there. Maybe the damn thing was malfunctioning.

The buzzing got stronger, and you tried to ignore it, gritting your teeth as you clutched the edge of the bench, still looking for him. It had to be him, and he was fucking with you again, probably watching you gleefully. You wanted to get up and go look for him, but you couldn’t focus, panting heavily as the vibration only grew more intense.

Grabbing your phone, you couldn’t help the whine that left your lips, drawing a curious stare from an employee wheeling carts back to the store. You could barely type a message out, telling him to stop, and you were relieved when only a second later, the panties stopped, except your whole body was still electrified from the stimulation. Looking up, you spotted his truck, pulling out from behind a large white van; he was on the phone, smirking at you infuriatingly as he drove closer.

“Thanks, Bobby,” was all you heard as he rolled to a stop and hung up. “You look a little flustered, princess. This thing’s got good range, huh?”

You glared at him, dumping the groceries in the back before climbing in without a word. He only laughed, pulling away from the curb as you stewed beside him.

The back roads were quiet. You stared out of the window, feeling your irritation fading. John hummed along to the radio, both hands on the wheel where you could see them. After a while, he looked at you, a hint of concern in his voice when he spoke. “You know,” he began softly. “If this is really that bad, we can stop. It’s not exactly fun if you’re not enjoying it.”

You clenched your jaw then relaxed it. “I don’t wanna stop,” you muttered, twisting in your seat. “I just wanna cum.”

His eyes widened, then a smile spread across his face. “That’s why you’re all grumpy?”

“I’m not grumpy,” you growled. “I’m horny. If I’d known it was gonna be this bad, I’d have… fuck…” You threw your head back against the seat, groaning loudly at your own stubbornness. It wouldn’t be hard to just let him win, let him fuck you, to just beg for him like he wanted.

“All you gotta do is ask,” John drawled casually, reaching into his pocket. “If you think about it, you’re torturing yourself.”

The panties came to life, buzzing against your sensitive sex. You cried out, grabbing for the door as if it would ground you, even though it did nothing as he turned the vibration up. “John!”

“Say the magic words, baby, and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

“You’re an -” You grunted when he turned them up to the highest level. “ -aaaaass.” The word turned into a low moan, and you ground yourself into the seat, fruitlessly seeking more friction.

He wasn’t even watching you, keeping his attention on the road. “Now I just wanna see if you can get off like this,” he murmured. “But I gotta admit,” he shifted in his seat, “I’m starting to get uncomfortable.”

Speaking felt impossible. Your whole body was alight with desire, and you could taste your orgasm, within reach. The truck moved to the left onto a bumpier road, which only added to your torment.

“John,” you groaned, too far gone to even consider holding your ground. “Oh, Jesus, fuck, John…”

“Got something you wanna ask, baby girl?”

You cried out, nodding as the truck came to a stop. “Fuck me, please, I can’t -” The buzzing stopped. “Oh -”

He was out of the driver’s seat in the next second, and you barely had time to realize what was happening before your door was flung open, and his strong hands were hauling you from the seat. You ended up on your front, legs dangling out of the truck, hips pressed against the edge as John pulled your pants and the panties down to your ankles.

The sudden realization of where you were made you panic. “John, wait, where -”

“No one can see,” he promised, shoving you down when you tried to lift up. The sound of his zipper lowering made you shudder, and you looked over your shoulder as he fisted his cock, drawing it free from his pants. “I need that tight little cunt wrapped around my dick.”

He didn’t waste time, stroking two thick digits through your slick folds and sinking them into you, groaning when he felt how wet you were. You gasped and then whined, clinging to the seat as he twisted his fingers inside you. “J-John!”

“Fuck, princess, you’re soaked,” he chuckled, working his hand back and forth. “Gonna make you cum on Daddy’s cock.” Pulling his hand free, he slapped your bare ass, then pressed the thick blunt tip to your dripping hole.

You weren’t sure if it was the constant arousal or just him, but it felt bigger than usual, the stretch of accommodating him making you struggle to think straight. He stopped when his cock met slight resistance, pulling back to coat himself in your juices a little more before trying again. This time, he penetrated you completely, and you cried out when his groin met your ass, whimpering as he held himself as deep as possible with a sigh of relief.

“You feel fucking fantastic,” he groaned, rubbing one hand over your ass. “Should get you strung out more often. You’re so tight around me, gonna milk me dry. You want that, baby girl? Wanna be my horny little cockslut?”

It was hard to talk with the pressure in your belly, the pleasure of being so filled making your train of thought completely derail. All you could manage was a grunt of a “yes”, and he laughed in return, rutting against you.

“Look at you,” he purred, beginning to pull back a little more, thrusting lightly. “All cockdrunk, ready to be used, huh?”

You nodded listlessly, hovering on the edge of your climax, sure you’d fall apart any second. John started to move faster, holding you down with one hand when he leaned back to look down and watch your body take him over and over. The sound of how wet you were filtered through the blood rushing in your ears, and you couldn’t stop your eyes rolling back.

“Lemme feel it,” he murmured, tugging his shirt up when it got in his way. “Lemme feel you squeeze me, princess.”

His strokes got harder, almost forcing you across the seat. You cried out over and over, unable and unwilling to do anything but let him use you, and within seconds, your pussy was fluttering around him, the pleasure curling into an almost unbearable throb in your core.

“That’s it,” he praised, grazing his thumb across your asshole.

The dam inside you broke. Your cries turned silent, body shuddering from head to toe as you came, feeling the upholstery underneath you grow damp. John groaned, tipping his head back, fucking into you harder and harder, leaving you dazed as he used you. Finally, he slammed into you, his grunts stuttering as you felt his cum fill you to overflowing, dripping down your thighs.

He slumped forward, panting out a laugh against your back. “Fuck,” he groaned.

“Uh-huh,” you managed, mouth slack against the seat. There was a ringing in your ears and your heart was pounding; if you were honest, you wanted nothing more than to sleep.

With a groan, he moved, withdrawing and leaving you where you were hanging. You were exposed and ruined, and despite the somewhat open area he’d chosen to take you in, it was hard to get yourself to move.

“I guess we should get on with this case,” he said, buttoning up his pants as you pulled yourself off of the seat, trying to fix your pants.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, yawning as you attempted to make yourself look like you hadn’t just gotten yourself fucked in a picnic area. Failing, you stumbled back, using the truck for some stability when your head swam. “Fuck, I don’t think my legs work anymore.”

John laughed, coming closer and leaning in to kiss you. “Guess I’m doing the digging.”

“You bet your ass you are,” you grumbled.

He grinned. “You sure you wanna be making more bets, sweetheart? I mean, I’m a gamblin’ man -”

You groaned and hauled yourself into the truck. “Never again.”

Let me know what you think ☺ thanks for reading!

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inmymagnetoera · 3 months

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Hiiii I'm not sure if you're still taking fic prompt request but here I go-

Can you do a Cherik Mpreg or A/B/O fic? (x_x)

I'M REALLY SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG FOR THIS BUT I'VE HAD A LOT OF THINGS TO DO LATELY. HERE IS YOUR FIC AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I REMIND EVERYONE THAT IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEND ME A FIC REQUEST I WOULD BE FOREVER GRATEFUL AND I WOULD ACCEPT IT.

The kid, the pirate and the professor.

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Erik breathed deeply as he stood on the deck of his ship, which was now docked in one of the many ports of the Mediterranean Sea. The smell of the sea and the wood under his feet gave him the strength to dictate orders to his crew.

"Alright Alex, you take that crate, Darwin you take that barrel and I swear to God Sean, don't you dare hide that bottle of Brandy to get drunk below deck." Emma, his second in command, snorted at her commander's paternal anger.

"You know, sometimes I'm amazed that you don't have kids. You seem like the type." She said following Erik as the latter made sure everything was as it should be.

"I don't have time for these things." He said, glaring at Angel who, instead of helping her companions, was looking straight ahead sitting on a wooden crate.

"What's this one? It weighs less than all the others." Sean said as he lifted a barrel almost effortlessly. Suddenly, noises began to come from the container and the redhead made a screeching noise, knocking it to the ground and walking away.

"Ouch!" A voice shouted from inside the barrel. All the men of The Genosha stood at attention, drawing their swords and pistols and Erik, first of all, stood in front of the barrel with the weapon ready in his hand. He took off the lid and almost had a stroke. Inside the container, a pair of small eyes as blue as the sea, eyes he knew he had seen before, stared at him.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked the boy, more like a kid, he thought to himself, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him out.

"Leave me!" He said in a voice that was a mix of scared and angry, kicking Erik in the shins. The man grunted and dropped the boy who ran away from the pirates near the ship's railing. For a few seconds none of those present said a word.

"I'm looking for my father." He said after some time.

"Isn't this a strange place to be looking for your father? We're pirates, not merchants or whatever." Erik said approaching the boy who walked away again making the captain sigh.

"My father is a pirate. One... one of the bravest on the seven seas and I am here to kill him." The little guy said defiantly.

"Kill? How old are you? You're not old enough to kill."

"Yes I am! I'm eleven, I know what I'm doing." He said yelling and planting his feet. Erik put his hand on his face and prayed to all the gods to give him the strength not to throw this child into the sea.

"Okay, so tell me, who is your father?" Erik put the weapon away and looked at the boy.

"Erik Lehnsherr is my father's name."

Erik froze

His entire crew froze

Emma laughed.

"What did you say?" Erik asked in a hiss, approaching the boy menacingly, grabbing him by the arm so he wouldn't run away.

"I'm Erik Lehnsherr and I have no children. If some crazy Omega told you this because they didn't know who your real father was, it's none of my business but I swear, say that shit to anyone and I'll let you taste my sword." He said through gritted teeth. The boy learned the news with shock, gasping and trying to pull away.

"My dad would never lie to me." He said with tears starting to fill his eyes.

"And tell me, who would your dad be?" The boy swallowed and took courage.

"Charles Xavier." He said in a small voice. Erik felt his heart beat faster and released the boy. Those eyes, that's where he'd seen them before. He had seen them many years before, when he was still an inexperienced young man, in that week he spent under the covers of an English boy named Charles. Oh, how Charles must have suffered when Erik left in the middle of the night without saying goodbye. He had to do it, he was starting to get too attached and if he stayed one more night, he would never go back to sea again. And now he had a son.

“Charles… Charles Xavier, you say?” He said trying to remain calm. The boy nodded.

"Where is your dad now?"

"We live in England. Dad is a teacher there. I won't let you hurt him again." The boy said.

"Hurt him? I would never hurt Charles intentionally."

"You abandoned him! It's your fault if during the night instead of sleeping he cries over some idiot he had a fling with!" The young man punched him in the side, not hard enough to make him fall but enough to make him step back.

"Take me to him. Please." He said looking at the boy with pleading eyes.

"And why would I ever do that?"

Erik thought about it.

"You said you want to kill me, right? But I didn't hurt you, I hurt your dad. It's only right that he should do it, take me to Charles and I promise I'll let him do what he wants to me." The boy looked at him not yet completely sure but nodded.

"What is your name?" He asked after they set sail to go see his lost lover. The child, who was sitting on the parapet looking at the sea in front of him, did not turn to look at his father, but answered.

"David." He said with a confident expression.

“My name is David Lehnsherr and I kind of hate my dad for deciding to give me your last name.”

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liliesonpandora · 1 year

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Thankful for Tsireya

Plot: Jake expresses his appreciation to Tsireya for staying with Neteyam and wholeheartedly accepting his children.

It had only been a short while since the battle with the demon ship and the burial of Neteyam. Ronal and Tonowari were on high alert, should there be another attack. There were meetings almost every other day, preparing for the worst possibilities.

Although the Sully’s were still in mourning, Jake and Neytiri did not stop their duties. They put everything they had into assisting the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik with leadership. For this was a situation they had yet to face, they needed all the knowledge and expertise on the sky people that they could get.

The kids were doing better it seemed. Tuk had regained some of her innocent adventure and laughter as time went on. Kiri had a way with acceptance, and she understood that her older brother was safe with the great mother.

But Lo’ak… he was grieving the hardest out of all the kids. He had so much sadness and guilt… it seemed to consume him. He isolated himself and tried to help the adults as much as possible. Maybe to make himself useful and regain some control. Or maybe to keep himself from feeling the pain.

Tsireya had walked over to the Sully marui to meet up with him. He was beginning to open up to her again, and she wanted to spend some time being there for him in whatever way he needed her.

They would go to their secret cove, a place only the two of them knew about. They used to practice diving there, and they also shared many secrets with each other. It was just for them… something Lo’ak treasured since he was used to sharing everything with his siblings.

Lo’ak saw Tsireya come around the corner and his eyes lit up at the sight of her. He didn’t realize how much he missed her. When she approached, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. She did the same.

“I’m happy to see you,” she said to him.

“I’m so glad you came, I’m sorry I’ve been distant. Please forgive me.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s been so hard for you. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Lo’ak released her and smiled. He took her hand in his and they began to walk towards the ilu station. Just then, Tsireya felt a hand on her shoulder, which prompted her to stop walking. She turned to see that it was Jake’s hand.

“Honey, can I have a word with you?” He asked.

She was taken aback by this sudden request, unsure what it meant. She looked to Lo’ak and he seemed equally confused.

“Dad, what’s this about?” He asked his father.

“You’re not in trouble. It’ll just be a moment, I promise.” He assured her.

She released Lo’ak’s hand and nodded at Jake. “Of course, Toruk Makto. Lo’ak, I’ll meet you soon.”

Lo’ak looked at his father and hesitated before responding. “Okay,” he said before turning to leave. He was certain his father would be talking to Tsireya about him. What else could it be? Maybe he was trying to see how his son was coping? He would wait patiently for her to return and tell him all about it.

Jake and Tsireya walked back to the Sully marui. He got down on one knee so his face was level with hers.

She looked into his eyes and waited for him to speak, wondering what he could want with her. She had never spoken more than a few words to him at a time. From what she saw, he was a strong leader.

But Lo’ak often came to her when he was distressed over his father’s punishments and harsh words. As a result, Tsireya did not have the best view of Jake. Other than the war stories her parents shared, she had only what Lo’ak told her.

Jake took one of her hands in his and spoke. “I just want to thank you, Tsireya.”

She stared at him intently, wondering what she did to deserve this thanks.

Jake noticed her slight confusion, so he continued. “…for staying with my eldest son that day, while my wife and I went back to save my daughters. We appreciate that he was not left alone for all that time. But, that was more than any child your age should have to handle.”

“Neteyam was my friend, of course I’d protect him.” She placed her free hand on top of his to comfort him. “I’m so sorry that this happened. But he is with Eywa now, he won’t be lost.”

Jake shed a tear as he heard this, feeling all the emotions rise up. This young girl was comforting him… when someone should be comforting her. She had been through so much; captured alongside his children. She kept watch over his son’s lifeless body. Yet, she appeared so strong in front of him.

He was at a loss for words, just sorry he brought war to this village. Sorry that another child’s innocence was taken from them. He put his other hand on her cheek. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

She smiled lightly at him and lowered her eyes, now feeling nervous in front of him. She had seen only a few adults cry. And unfortunately, there had been much more these past few weeks than she had seen in her lifetime. While she knew Jake was hurting badly, she could not imagine the severity of the pain.

He continued to speak. “I also…”

Tsireya looked up at the sound of his voice.

“I appreciate how quickly you accepted my children. We left everything behind, everything they’ve known. It’s been incredibly hard on them, but you’ve made it easier. My daughters speak so fondly of you.”

Tsireya’s face brightened up. “They’ve become good friends. Kiri is so wise… she seems to have a special connection with the life here. I’ve learned a lot from her.”

“So, you noticed that too huh?” Jake said with a chuckle. “We’re still tryna figure that part out but yeah… she’s pretty special.”

“And Tuk is adorable. I’ve always wanted a little sister. I hope my mother gives birth to a baby girl.”

“I’ve seen you with my youngest… you’d be an amazing big sister.”

Tsireya grinned at him, her dimples on full display. She was overjoyed to get this compliment. Jake was happy that he could lift her mood.

“And Lo’ak… I know you two have become very close.”

She began to blush, her face becoming warm at the mention of him. Jake took notice of this and thought to himself, ‘young love.’ He knew they had feelings for each other, anyone with eyes could see that.

Of course his son would be bold enough to pursue the chief’s daughter. He hoped that their growing relationship would not stir up too much trouble. But he was glad that his son had a good friend.

“I’m glad he has you, you’re a good influence on him” Jake told her.

“I am glad to have him as well. Lo’ak sees goodness in others… he is free-spirited and open-minded. Thats what I like about him. He learned quickly despite not being from here.”

“I’m starting to see that I underestimate him. He is capable of a lot more than I give him credit for.”

Tsireya did not respond, but she knew in her heart that this was correct. She was respectful in front of elders and held her tongue when necessary… but that didn’t mean she wasn’t thinking it in her head.

“I don’t know if he told you… but he saved me back there,” said Jake.

“He didnt tell me. We havent spoke much about what’s happened… I think he wants to forget.”

Jake’s heart began to ache at the thought of this, but he continued to speak. “We were trapped in the sunken ship and I couldn’t find a way out. Lo’ak found me and told me about the way of water… taught me how to breathe and calm my heart. I wouldn’t have made it out without him.”

Tsireya let out a small gasp. She was so proud of him.

“He told me that you taught him all of that.”

“It was nothing… It is our way, we all learn this from very young.”

“Believe me, Lo’ak’s pretty hard-headed… it’s no small feat to teach him.”

Tsireya put a hand over her mouth and giggled at this. Jake smiled back at her, his heart being mended just a little at her joy.

“You were there for my kids, despite how different they are from you. You have a big heart, your parents should be so proud of you.”

Tsireya was so grateful to hear this. Her father had called her a disappointment the day he learned that she chose to support Lo’ak and Payakan’s bond. She had always done the “right” thing, never slipping up. But she was beginning to see that parents were not always right, sometimes they just did not understand.

“You are a great warrior and leader. That means a lot coming from you, Toruk Makto.”

“Nah honey, that was the past. We’re in your home now. I’m just Lo’ak’s dad.”

She chuckled and felt a bit more comfortable around him than she did before.

“Come on, I’ve kept you away longer than I promised to.” He moved to stand and she did the same.

“I appreciate you speaking with me, Tsireya. I cant thank your parents enough for what they are doing for us. And I felt it only necessary to thank you as well. If you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask me. It’s the least I can do in return for what you’ve done for my kids.”

“Okay. Thank you… Lo’ak’s dad,” she said as she smiled at him and turned to make her way to the cove.

Jake chuckled and watched as she dived to her ilu, feeling comforted knowing that his son would be with her.

Hi just wanna say that Tsireya is a blessing and such a sweet character. This is me imagining that she will have a sweet relationship with her future father-in-law lol. But in all seriousness, she went through a lot being there for the Sullys and she is prob traumatized. She deserves appreciation!

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