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agustdiv1ne · 5 months

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in no particular order, here are my favorite fics that i've read this year!! please show a lot of love to all of these wonderful authors <3 (also please heed their rules, esp for nsfw fics!!)

part of my 2023 wrap up!

@koqabear

um like. quite literally everything sol has posted this year. i am being so serious. check out their masterlist right NEOWWWW and read EVERYTHING

@blackhairedjjun

flowers of every color — i could rave about this series for like 10 hours straight, i'm not even kidding. it's sweet with the perfect amount of angst to really draw you in, i fell in love with every character more and more with each chapter <3 now where is my prince!jjunie :(

@tyunkus

amazon wishlist (m) — me when me when me when roommate!tyun offers to fuck me...god, i need this so bad

@jishyucks

gloves & dittany — OHHHHH how i love this fic...one of the best harry potter aus i have ever read, and with yeonjun?? slytherin!yeonjun!!!! ooooo you really got me good, op <3

bittersweet — *cowboy cat meme* DRUNK SOOOOOOOOOB i think this wins the award for being the cutest fic i read in the year of 2023

@beom-pyu

i can't swim, idiot! (m) — i will never not shut up about this fic...just faking married? with beomgyu?? with feelings involved??? yeah. Yeah <3

like the moon — merman!kai you will always be famous to me, one of my all-time favorites by far!!!!!

@toruro

answers (m) — this academic rival!taehyun fic had me screaming crying gnawing on my leg like wtf mika. how could you do this to me. i am dead now.

@hyukalyptus

something nice (m) — i went SOOOO insane over this fic like the dynamics were just. scrumptious. i love yeonkai i love this fic i love hp for writing this yes yes yes

like, never ever? (m) — ohhhh my god. this one really got me good,, dom best friend!beomgyu giving mc her first orgasm?? sign me tf up !!!!!!

@qqtxt

sway with me — i sent this in for their 1k event i just :')))) i love this so so so much!!!! dancing with yeonjun is my dream, so thank you for taking my request op!! <3

@hueareloved / @huenation

my love mine all mine (m) — the most tender and soft and SWEET nsfw fic i have ever read, so in love with this and sleepy lovesick jjunie AGHH brb rereading this

ditto — ohhhh how i love angst. amor's writing style is beautiful and it made this beomgyu fic that much more heart-wrenching <3

@huckleberrykai

laundry basket (m) — no bc this went CRAZYYY with the perv!mc thing, savored every single word of this kai fic tbh

comfy cozy (m) — CUTE AF. i am the biggest proponent of soft smut and berry writes it so well <3 i loveee soft yeonjun more than life itself

@aduh0308 / @banggyu0308

yeehaw (m) — OKAYYY cowboys!taejun fucking destroyed me like. i don't think i ever recovered from this

berry sorbet (m) — i need kai to be my soulmate rn wtf. cute n sweet and i loved it

@boba-beom

airport crush pt.2 (m) — the minute smiles told me she was working on airport crush pt.2 i passed away. nothing could have prepared me for this fic, it destroyed me in the best way...god, i need yeonjun so bad

trapped in your game (m) — i salivated. i quaked. i (s)creamed. best friend!yeonjun, please hmu </3

@napofamoon / @mazeinthemoon

you're the one love (m) — moonie ATE with this fallen angel!yeonjun fic!! i love sacrilege n this was just sooo hot

@tubatwo

workaholic — this made me giggle and kick my feet so hard...i love you cafe boss taehyun, pls marry me

@hyuk4ngel

honeymoon avenue — i. love. angst. and fay is exceptionally talented at writing it!! taehyun better watch out tho >:(

@mapofthemazeinthemirror / @afterbluehours

untitled (m) — this yeonbin x reader fic is SOOOO hot like. i screamed. i cried. i rolled around in a fetal position because it just made me so insane

@nightlyawnzz

duality (m) — OHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYY GODDDDDDD i think this is one of the hottest kai fics i have ever read in my entire life. i don't often see kai as a hard dom in fics so this opened my eyes (can't wait for the final part!!)

@scintillasofbeomgyu

you are in love — one of my jjunie comfort fics!!! sweet n soft and everything to me :')

@petrichor-han

twenty-three suns (m) — rain's writing style hits me straight in the gut, especially with this summer fling au with taehyun :') lovely yet heart-wrenching and AGHH i love this

@ncteez

untitled (m) — UMMM this camboy!yeonjun fic altered the trajectory of my entire life. i fucking die every time i read this, like it has to be laced with crack or something

menace (m) — this was batshit INSANE LIKEEEE gangster!yoongi fucked me up so bad (in the best way)

@yeonboy

never meet your heroes — ONE OF MY FAVS EVER. LIKE. COLLEGE AU WITH SOOBIN???? I AM SO OBSESSED YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND

@ijhyo

how to get the girl — i ate this up SO hard. i just adore both the mc and beomgyu's characters in this, definitely another all-time favorite of mine

@cheolhub

head (m) — SAR YOU WERE INSANE FOR THIS. sub!soobin makes me so feral and this made my brainrot even worse UGHHH

@starbandit

backseat (m) — oh. oh yeah. now this is everything to me, best friend!yeonjun + car sex = a very very happy me

@tonicandjins

learning languages (m) — i don't often read donghyuck fics (or nct fics in general), but this one. oh, this one is beautiful. it made me cry, it made go through so many emotions i just. read this right now, you won't regret it

@heart2beom

cliche — i still vividly remember this first time that i read this, the dialogue is hilarious and it is just sweet n fluffy n AGHH i will forever adore this fic <3

and some more accounts with amazing fics!!!: @majestyjun @hyewka @taegimood @naomiarai @hyuk4sbf @fairyofshampgyu @enha-cafe @moonhoures @wolfytae-exe @dearlyjun @heartchoi @sook9i @tinietaehyun @minastras

a big thank you to all of these writers for sharing your works!! <3

#2023 wrap up #lmk if any links are wrong!!

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destourtereaux · 1 year

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treat you better - cedric diggory x fem!reader (part 4: the finale)

read first: part 1, 2, 3 summary: all is well in love and friendship wc: 1.4k follow @lovebirdupdates to join my "taglist"

a/n: dear reader, thank you so much for following this series - i never imagined you would like it so much. i hope you enjoy this final fic, and please do reblog if yes! i’m sad to leave ceddie and harry, but i like how i've ended it :)

The morning after Cedric’s surprise party, you’re woken up by the soft sunlight streaming in through the huge windows of the Hufflepuff common room. Lifting your head up, you hear Cedric grumble, arms tightening around you. The scene feels so cozy that you don’t want to return to reality - but there’s a Herbology midterm coming up, and you’ve never been a natural at the subject, unlike a certain Hufflepuff. And so, you begin extricating yourself from Cedric’s embrace, which is no easy feat.

“How’s it feel to be seventeen, Ceddie?”

You get a groan in response.

“Alright, alright, then you stay put, but I’ve got to go study. I’m not a genius like you,” you tease, squirming in your efforts to slide out of his grasp.

“‘M not a genius, Y/N/N. You help me all the time. Don’t go, I know you’re ready for it, you don’t need anymore studying,” comes a sleepy protest.

“Mm… thank you for your confidence, but I assure you I am not in the least prepared. And what is all this bad advice coming from a prefect,” you raise an eyebrow, before finally slipping out of Cedric’s arms, and standing up immediately to avoid being pulled back in.

You feel the loss of Cedric’s warmth around your shoulders, and it weakens your resolve far more than it should, so you figure you need to leave as soon as possible, before grey eyes melt you into a puddle and back into his chest.

“Oh, fine. Leave me right after spending the night,” Cedric jokes, fully awake at last. He chuckles at the flush on your cheeks from this statement, and dodges your hit to his arm. “Just kidding, darling. Thank you for the party. Now go do what you have to do, I know you’re a busy girl.”

You smile softly, before tiptoeing up to ruffle his hair, and turn to leave. The gray eyes don’t leave you until you’re fully out of sight.

******

Climbing through the portrait hole, you see Ron and Harry sitting on the carpeted floor in front of the hearth, playing Wizard’s Chess, and Hermione engrossed in a book on the nearby couch. The scene is so familiar and comforting that it brings an involuntary smile to your face, before you wipe it off, the fight replaying in your head.

Ron is the first to see you, freezing mid-check, and gives a weak wave. Harry turns, and so does Hermione, with the former also stiffing up, and the latter offering a sweet smile. Hermione then looks back, and, finding the two boys silent, rolls her eyes, and jerks her head in your direction, glaring at them.

Spurned, Ron and Harry stand up, and walk over, looking so dejected that you almost feel sorry for them.

“Y/N - it’s nice to see you again,” Ron begins, his expression sheepish. Harry nods to echo the sentiment.

“We just wanted to apologize for that night. For the mean things we said. None of it was true, and it was of no fault on your end,” Ron confesses.

Your eyes soften, and give him a pat on the shoulder, “thanks Ronnie. And I expect you’ve said the same to ‘Mione?” giving him a pointed look, to which he nods fervently. At this, you offer a smile at last, and seeing this, Ron seems to realize he’s forgiven.

“I’ll give you two some space then,” he says, guiding Hermione away, and leaving Harry alone with you in the Gryffindor Common Room.

Harry gestures for you to sit, and the two of you settle in on the carpet.

“Y/N/N - I’m really, honestly sorry. I had no right to say what I said, and I’ve felt horrid about it every day since then. I know you’ll always have my back, and some Yule Ball date would never change that. I hope you’ll forgive me,” the black haired boy finally blurts, the words spilling out of him.

Your resolve crumbles. I mean, this is Harry. One of your best friends. You could never stay mad at him, no matter how much he messes up. It’s like he said: you have each other’s backs. So you lean forward and hug him, breathing in the smell of broom polish and treacle toffee that you had missed incredibly, feeling the boy physically relax into your touch.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Harry chimes, as you pull out of the hug.

“Yes, I do. And I hope you’re okay with that,” you share, crimson spilling onto your cheeks.

Harry nods, a grin spreading across his face, “I am, really. I know I acted in jealousy at the ball, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually felt romantically towards you - not that you’re unlikeable, you know, just -”

You laugh out loud, cutting him off, and offer a nod, “I get it, don’t stress yourself out, mate.”

He nods in relief, “you’re my best friend, Y/N/N, and that’s it. I love our relationship, and I do not want it to ever change.”

You nod, feeling better than you have in nearly a month.

Ron and Hermione choose that exact moment to enter the room, the guilt of eavesdropping written on their faces. But you’re far too happy to care - the gang’s back together.

******

Over the next month, life returns to normal, or rather, a new normal. Hermione is hanging out with Krum as much as possible, to make the most of their time together before the tournament ends and he returns to Durmstrang. You don’t see her nearly as much anymore, but it’s understandable.

Instead, you spend your days either studying out on the greens with Harry and Ron, or hanging out with Cedric, going to Hogsmeade’s various little cafes.

The second tournament task comes along, and you, Hermione, and Ron are pulled into the headmaster’s office then sent to the bottom of the Black Lake. When you awake, Cedric is treading water to keep the two of you above the lake, and you’re quickly pulled out and given a warm towel. Since Cedric finished first, the two of you rest in the champion seating section, and the boy keeps asking you if you’re okay, despite your fervent exclamations that you’re probably doing better than he is.

His friends soon surround him, arriving with endless teasing about how you’re the person “he’ll sorely miss,” and Cedric flushes scarlet at their words, refusing to meet your eyes. Eventually, he manages to shove them all away, and looks down to see you grinning.

“Ced, just so you know, I would’ve sorely missed you too,” you admit, before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

Suddenly, Cedric could care less about his friends. He feels warm and dry and cozy, not a trace of the Black Lake’s eeriness on his mind.

******

A few weeks later, and it’s your birthday. Cedric had wracked his brain for ways to top your surprise party for him, and enlisted the help of the trio to do so. Hermione contributed all your likes and dislikes: she knew you like the back of her hand; Ron got Fred and George to put together a little sparkler show for you, and Harry was in charge of inviting all your closest friends.

The day of, you wake up to Cedric’s voice, before he gives you five minutes to pick an outfit, then promptly blindfolds you and leads you out to the courtyard, where the cutest picnic party had been set up. You laugh in delight, ecstatic, and after a quick kiss for Ced, rush over to meet up with your friends.

As you catch up over drinks with them, two boys, one Gryffindor, one Hufflepuff, are standing a distance away, both looking at you with slight smiles.

Soon, the sky is darkening and the party growing more and more uproarious. You spin around to see Harry and Cedric talking, and grin. Strolling over, you place an arm around each. Cedric kisses your hair, and you give Harry a tight hug.

“Thank you for all of this,” you say, “seriously. I’ve never been happier.”

Before they can reply: you were never one for cheesy emotions, you (forcibly) pull them toward the karaoke machine, where Ron and Hermione are singing their hearts out.

****** THE END! interested in my other works? see my masterlist!

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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Hi, sexy bath time with Steve where you’re a sitting against your chest and he’s fingering you and rubbing your boobs? Maybe on a perfect fall rainy day? And he begged you to do nothing with him all day? Thanks🥰

Can you imagine how sweet and romantic that would be? Not even mentioning the sexy parts, but he’d just want to cuddle you, let you light your favorite fall candle to scent the entire house. Maybe even beg you to read to him, so you start at the beginning of a spooky book or a thrilling read you’re in the middle of and just spend time together under a cozy blanket. Okay I need to write this NOW.

Also he looks so soft in this gif. Imagine this is how soft he looks at you when he begs you to just spent a day in with him 🥺

Days Spent With You

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Smut (towards the end of the fic)

MASTERLIST

Sounds of rain pattering against the window woke you early on a Saturday morning. That and the chill in the air.

You shivered, reaching out to pull the covers more tightly over you, but felt them cover your shoulders before you could grab a hold of them. Turning your head, you saw Steve laying on his side, head propped in his hand, watching you with a smile.

“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered, tucking the covers closer around you.

“Have you been watching me sleep this entire time?” you mumbled, sleepily.

“No, I just woke up. But you looked too peaceful to disturb.”

You stretched a bit, still feeling the weight of sleepiness heavy in your bones. The room was basked in early morning sunlight, but not bright enough to indicate the sun had completely risen yet.

“What time is it?” you groaned.

“Just after six,” he answered.

You groaned, attempting to pull the covers over your head. He chuckled, pulling you into his arms.

“Go back to sleep, Y/N. It’s a perfect day to do nothing.”

“I have so much I have to do today though,” you grumbled, eyes closing, “I gotta go grocery shopping, do some cleaning-”

Your voice dropped off as you fell back into the blissful grasp of sleep. Steve pulled you close against him, making sure the covers were pulled up over both of you before falling asleep again himself.

It was after 10 in the morning when you woke again. You were sure you’d fallen asleep in Steve’s arms, but now, you were curled up and facing his side of the bed, knees pulled up an arm stretched out to his side as if searching for him even in sleep. Your head was nestled against your pillow comfortably, your hair splayed against it as you slept.

Even before you opened your eyes, your hand ran over the cool sheets of Steve’s side, realizing he wasn’t there, the coolness indicating he hadn’t been for some time. Only after you opened your eyes did your other senses seem to catch up to you.

You could smell coffee brewing and something else sweet in the air, drifting from the kitchen. You couldn’t be sure, but you thought it was possibly pumpkin. You sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, spending a few moments waking up before you’d get out of bed.

Turns out, you didn’t even need to for Steve appeared at the door, carrying a plate in one hand, a mug in another.

“What’s this?” you smiled, surprised.

“I thought I’d let you sleep, so I made breakfast. Some coffee and your favorite pumpkin pancakes.”

Your brows rose; usually you made the pancakes for him. Although it was a simple recipe to follow, one you kept hanging on the fridge with a picture magnet of you and Steve, you were surprised nonetheless.

“Thank you,” you said, taking the mug and taking a much needed sip.

Steve sat the plate in your lap, saying he’d be back shortly after getting his own.

“Breakfast in bed,” you mused, when he once again joined you, sliding back into his side of the bed, “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Hey,” he chuckled, “I thought it would be something nice for a change.”

Your hands cupped the mug, the warmth from it and the few sips you’d taken slowly starting to erase the chill from your body. You laid your head on his shoulder, turning to kiss his jawline sweetly.

“It is. Thank you.”

He smiled, turning to look down at you.

“Eat up. We’ve got a big day of nothing ahead of us.”

You sighed, picking up your fork and cutting into the pancake.

“Steve, I told you. I’ve got so much to do today,” you frowned.

“Nothing that can’t wait until next week, right?” he shrugged, “Just stay home with me and do nothing all day. Please? It’s gross and rainy outside.”

His lower lip protruded in a pout, his brown eyes giving you the look of a puppy dog begging for love. He knew how well that worked on you and you found yourself caving.

“You can light one of your fall candles, we can cuddle, you can read to me that one book you’re reading. Pretty please?”

There was no way you could say no to that. It was extremely tempting anyways, so you agreed.

“Alright,” you nodded, “As long as you don’t whine when we’re reading.”

“You don’t do any voices!” he protested.

“I’m reading to you, not a classroom full of kindergartners,” you gave him a look, “Besides, I’m starting at the beginning for you, even though I’m halfway through it. I wouldn’t do that for just anyone.”

“I know,” he smiled, pecking your cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smiled, taking another bite of your breakfast before speaking again.

“I love these pancakes, too.”

•

True to his word, Steve let you light one of your favorite fall candles and soon the house was filled was the scent of pumpkin, cinnamon and spices that delighted you. It was definitely a cozy and aromatic environment, so when he pulled a blanket over the two of you while you watched a movie, you didn’t mind one bit.

He’d brought home E.T. from work, renting it once again for you two to enjoy over the weekend. It was a comfort movie for you—one that you both had watched many times—but you couldn’t help it, you both found the little guy so cute.

It was just reaching early afternoon, not long after lunchtime when the movie was finished as you wiped your eyes from crying at the end. Steve chuckled, rubbing your arm.

“As many times as we’ve seen this movie, you always cry at the end,” he remarked.

“I know, but it kills me seeing E.T. and Elliot saying goodbye,” you sniffed.

He chuckled earnestly, squeezing your shoulder before getting up to rewind the video and put it away in its case.

“Well I know what’ll cheer you up,” Steve said, back turned to you as he put the tape away, “Time for us to read.”

“Only if you stop interrupting with questions every few seconds,” you countered from where you remained sitting on the couch, covered in blankets.

“I promise,” he said, giving you his most serious look.

“Okay, then can you bring me the book? It’s in the bedroom on the nightstand,” you said, giving him the puppy dog eyes for a change.

“Now how can I say no to that?” he grinned, dropping a kiss on your head as he passed the couch as he walked by, heading to get the book.

When he returned with the book, he plopped down next to you, stealing your blankets.

“Hey!” you protested, swatting his arm with the paperback.

He laughed, situating the fleece blankets over the two of you properly again.

“I was only fixing them. Cranky little thing,” he smirked.

You stuck your tongue out at him, playfully as you crossed your legs on the couch, back against the cushions as you cracked open the book to its first page.

“The sound of gunfire was the only thing Flynn heard in the courtroom. He ducked under the defense table, hand going for the pistol he kept in the ankle holster hidden underneath the straight leg of his fashionable suit pants. Things must’ve gone horribly wrong for the events to take this drastic of a turn. He was the only one in the empty courtroom, but he knew his hunter was good at his job. He’d be found eventually. He needed to stay on the move.”

“Wow, talk about an intense start,” Steve muttered.

You exhaled, exasperated.

“What did I say about interruptions?” you asked, trying to sound annoyed, but in actuality you were more amused than anything.

“What? Sometimes a comment in necessary and that needed to be commented on,” he retorted.

“I’m barely a paragraph in!” you exclaimed, chuckling.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry baby, continue.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he settled back to continue listening to you narrate the story.

Shockingly, you made it about a hundred pages into the book before you both fell asleep, cuddled into one another.

•

“Baby, wake up,” you heard.

You felt a featherlight brush against your cheek and you reached a hand up, to brush whatever it was away. You heard Steve’s deep chuckle as he grabbed your hand, kissing your fingers.

“Hmm?” you opened your eyes, seeing Steve standing over you, positioned behind the couch.

You rubbed your arms, immediately noticing the chill in the air as you searched for the blankets. You noticed they had fallen off your body and on to the floor.

“I noticed it’d gotten colder when I woke up, so I drew us a nice, hot bath.”

You were instantly awake at his words. Your brows rose.

“Us?”

“Mhm,” he smirked, “I mean unless you’d want to leave me in a blissfully warm, bubble bath, all alone, naked.”

His tone was playful, teasing, a hint of seduction in it.

“Sounds wonderful,” you grinned.

By the time you joined him in the bathroom, you were aching to slip in the steaming water. It sounded like the perfect thing to do on such a cool evening.

Steve was just the icing on the cake.

Undressing one another took some time, though probably worth it. You could tell at first glance the soapy, bubbly water was piping hot, curls of steam rising from the surface on the water. You figured it didn’t hurt to take a little time while it cooled to a reasonable temperature.

Steve kissed you gently, his hands gliding across your hips, fingers tangling in the material of your pajama top. Neither of you had bothered changing out of your pajamas today and while that was a rarity, it had been an extra special treat today.

You kissed him back, your tongue and his lazily moving with each other as your hands slid up from his clothed chest to around his neck. His hands pushed up the fabric of your shirt, warm palms feeling like heaven on your chilled skin. His fingers stroked your stomach as his lips departed from yours and worked their way down your jaw and to your neck. He sucked on a spot lightly, eliciting a soft moan from you.

You lifted your arms when he pulled away to pull your top over your head and off your body. You shivered, the cold air hitting your skin giving you goosebumps and making your nipples harden.

The way he took in your exposed top half made your skin flush, a bit in embarrassment for being scrutinized so closely and a bit from desire. He always seemed to stare at your body like he was seeing it for the first time all over again.

“You never fail to take my breath away,” he murmured, hands settling on your rib cage, just below your breasts, “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Y/N.”

His sweet, endearing words could turn you on just as much as any filthy ones he could utter—though he did plenty of both. You found yourself aching to be touched and nearly groaned when his hands fell away from your body, to pull his shirt over his head.

He helped you out of your pajamas pants, stealing a few kisses, but nothing as salacious as those previous kisses and touches had been. You shimmied out of your underwear, turning to get into the bathtub.

You winced slightly at the heat of the water, but quickly acclimated to it as you sunk down with a moan. The heat encompassed your body, chasing away any chill and it felt delightful. You turned your head to see Steve just stepping out of his boxers.

“You coming in? Or are you just going to stand there looking all glorious?” you smirked.

“I could do that if you preferred,” Steve grinned, striking a model pose, made even funnier since he was buck naked.

You laughed at him, waving for him to hurry up and get in.

The water shifted and lapped as he climbed in, settling in behind you. His arms came around your waist, pulling you against his chest as he laid back against the edge of the tub.

“Mm, this was definitely a good idea,” you marveled, enjoying the warmth of the bath and from Steve behind you.

“You do so much, you deserve a little spoiling,” he smiled, sitting upright once again, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.

“Says the one who actually has a job and works six out of seven days, usually,” you pointed out.

“Babe, I shelve rental videos, rewind VHS tapes and deal with cranky people or annoying teenagers all day. You take care of me, the house, plus clean other houses on the side,” he stated, one hand inching up your stomach, “Can you blame me for wanting to take care of you for a change?”

One large hand cupped your breast, squeezing it gently. You inhaled sharply, your body instantly responding to his touch. He elicited a whimper from you when the pad of this thumb rubbed over the nipple.

“Someone sounds needy,” he teased.

“Shut up,” you mumbled.

He chuckled lowly, fingers pinching and tweaking the peaked bud enough to taunt you.

“Good thing I’m ready to give you whatever you want,” he mumbled lowly, lips brushing your ear.

His other hand made the water ripple as he moved it to the top of your thigh, fingers curling and uncurling as he stroked it lightly. With each brush, his touch moved closer to your throbbing core where you were aching for him.

“I bet you’re throbbing, aren’t you?” he murmured, tongue gliding along the outer shell of your ear.

“Mhm,” you moaned as he pinched your nipple a bit harder, sending an electric spark of desire straight to your clit.

“And so wet,” he hummed, “All for me.”

“All for you,” you whispered

You gasped when you finally felt the brush of his fingertips along the seam of your pussy. He kissed down your neck, lips not staying in one place for long as he pushed a single finger into you.

“Fuck,” you breathed, back arching against his chest.

You felt his smile against your neck, his free hand giving your boob an appreciative squeeze.

“You like that, darling?” he purred, the single digit pumping in and out of you languidly.

“Very much so,” you whined, hips lifting to try and get more friction.

He pressed you closer to his chest, so close that you felt the brush of his chest hair against your bare back any time he shifted. That wasn’t all you felt as you could feel his hardening cock pressing into your lower back.

His lips attached to your jaw, as his fingers worked you. Knuckles rubbed your inner walls and made your eyes roll. His hand on your chest didn’t let up either as he massaged and rubbed your boobs, fingers making sure to give your nipples plenty of attention while the other hand tortured you even further. You practically burst into flames the moment his thumb brushed your clit.

He gave it a soft flick, fingers still thrusting in and out of you. When his touch rubbed over it, you lost all sense of dignity, letting all inhibitions go.

“Steve,” you moaned loudly, head falling back against his shoulder.

Your fingers dug into his thighs, especially when they curled perfectly, hitting the sensitive, spongy spot deep inside you that made your toes curl. Inadvertently, your inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, the overstimulation of him touching you nearly everywhere almost overwhelming.

Your mind was hazy as he continued to please you. His mouth sucked harshly on a spot at your collarbone, his hand on your breast kneading it in his palm—the roughness of his palm scratching your hard nipple deliciously—and his fingers kept plunging within you, faster now, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. It was the perfect storm.

“I can feel you squeezing the fuck out of my fingers,” he groaned against your neck, “I almost wish it was my cock you were gripping like a vise. Drives me fucking insane.”

You groaned at his words, the knotted bundle at the pit of your stomach growing ten fold. You were about ready to let him take you right in the bathtub.

“I know you’re close sweetheart, I can feel it,” he uttered, a slight growl to his voice, “Cum for me like the good girl I know you are.”

“Oh my god Steve,” you mewled, “I’m gonna- fuck!”

Your orgasm hit you hard, your body racking with waves of pleasure, one hand gripping his wrist to keep his hand in place.

“That’s it baby girl,” he murmured, “Such a good girl for me.”

When you finally slumped back against him, completely spent, he chuckled, nose pressing against your cheek before placing a gentle kiss there. Your chest was still rising and falling with your uneven breaths as you turned to look at him.

“Did you get me naked just to do that?” you peered at him suspiciously.

“Maybe. A man never tells his secrets,” he smirked, pulling your face up to his for a kiss.

“It’s days spent with you that are my favorite,” he whispered against your lips.

You smiled against his mouth, kissing him once again.

After a specific amount of time kissing, you’d noticed the water had cooled significantly in the time since you’d both gotten into the tub. You glanced down at his hard, throbbing cock with a raised brow.

“I’d like to take care of that for you, but I don’t think I can hold my breath for that long under water,” you snarked.

“Bedroom?” he asked, a sly grin on his face.

“Most definitely.”

He moved almost comically fast as he pulled the plug out of the drain, picking you up in his arms. You squealed as he tried to hold on to your slippery body and held onto him tightly.

“Steve, be careful. Don’t hurt yourself,” you laughed, “I’m all wet.”

“I know and I’m gonna make you wet all over again,” he smirked, dropping you on the bed.

Not caring that both of you were still slick from the bath, he crawled over you to begin the process of spoiling you, all over again.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things blurb #stranger things smut

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We'll see about that - Chapter 2⎮‘Cause you’ve got too many scars to hide

[4.8K] who?me?getting carried away? never!

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: You just wanted a fresh start but you might get more than you bargained for when the sleepy town of Hawkins lives up to its reputation.

warnings: takes place after season 4, 18+ , MDNI, slight age gap (reader is like 2 yrs older than Steve), canon typical violence, mentions of a lonely childhood, mentions of difficult relationship with parents, swearing, eventual smut, abusive relationship, brief stancy storyline, strangers to friend to lovers, pining, storm, pnaic attackish happening, mentions of blood and injuries, slowburn, flashbacks in italics, i changed a tiny thing compared to the sneak peek but i think it's better this way, sorry and lmk if i missed anything!!

A/N: HI HELLO!! thank you for your patience and all, it did take a lot longer to churn this chapter out that I expected but here we are!! comments, like reblogs are apprciated as always or just come chat at me! And as always 💜💜💜 TY for reading!!!!💜💜💜 Fic Masterlist Previous Chapter I Next Chapter Coming Soon

‘You sure you have everything?’ Laura asked with a worried look in her eyes.

‘Yeah, I think so. Wasn’t much to begin with really.’ You tried to laugh it off but it came a little broken. A little less careless than you would’ve liked.

‘I’m so sorry I couldn’t do more.’ Laura almost whispered and gave your upper arm a light squeeze. She tried to be encouraging but it was more along the lines of ‘I’m sorry’.

‘You did way more than you ever signed up for Lore. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t even be here right now.’

‘I just-‘ She tried to finish but couldn’t. She just shook her head instead and searched your face a little.

‘How’s your nose?’ She touched the gauze for a second.

‘I’ll be fine Lore. It doesn’t even hurt that much anymore. The doctor said I won’t even be able to see it in a couple of months. The stitches in my eyebrows might show a little. But you’ll have to be really closely. It’s all gonna be fine. I promise.’

She nodded hurriedly, fervently. Willing your words to be true.

‘You’ll call me when you get there?’

‘Of course! And I’ll write and maybe you can come to Hawkins sometime.’ You smiled whistfully. Maybe someday.

‘Okay. Are we completely sure that the old car is taken care of?’

‘Hundred percent, yes. The plate is gone and it was sold like two states away.’ She said a lot more confidently. That they could take care of. The least they could do, she felt like

You took a deep breath.

‘Okay.’

You hugged each other and suddenly it did feel a lot more like saying goodbye. You cried in the past few weeks. A lot. But it was mostly out of frustration. Maybe anger. The sadness of it all you tried to keep hidden, even from yourself. It was too much to bear all at once. You had to keep going and if you let yourself consider the full weight of it all, it might crush you and the hole thing would fall apart. You couldn’t let that happen. For Laura. For your mom. For yourself. You kept it together though, the roared up, you watched Laura disappear in the rearview mirror and your were off. You drove about ten minutes before you had to pull over and cry for a good five minutes, uninterrupted because the tears just kept blurring your vision. This was it. You did it. You got out.

——

Fall arrived with full force in Hawkins in the middle of September. Leaves started ruffling slightly more dryly in the trees, the sun became less punishing, nights started to feel a lot more cozy with a cup of tea in your hand.

You did meet Miss Kelly in the end. As well as the other teachers. Well, the remaining ones. You never really had difficulty with creating connections. You were nice and open to people. You had a good sense of humor and way of putting people at ease fairly quickly. One of the reasons you thought Robin gravitated towards you. The teachers of Hawkins Elementary? Not so much. You, yourself were a little bit rusty. You became a tad more guarded and careful but that was nothing compared to them. They avoided eye contact, dodged every invitation and initiation of conversation. The children were a lot similar. The reward stickers didn’t work, you scaresly got a chuckle or a smile when you made jokes or tried to ease conversation. They came in, they did the work and that was it.

In this environment it didn’t take long for an uneasy feeling of impending doom to set in the pit of your stomach. It was unsettling to say the least. With work kicking in and trying to crack the code to the good graces of your students or at least easing their worries a little you didn’t really have time to hangout with the crew. You shared a coffee with Nancy here and there and you really cherished those mornings. You totally got what Steve saw in her. She was smart and kind and made you feel welcome. But under the demiour exterior she still had a kick to her. Some fire and fierceness that made you quite sure that she could kick anybody’s ass if she wanted to. Will slowly became a regular after classes to hangout, talk about art and get some tips as well. You felt a lingering sadness in him that you were all too familiar with. But you could also feel how he softened up after being shown kindness. It broke your heart a little bit but you were happy to provide those moments of serenity. A little relief feels like a lot at certain times. Jonathan usually picked him up and you chatted sometimes. You felt a kinship with that you couldn’t really place, until it was made clear that their father was also an asshole and he, just like you, was somewhat of a weird kid in high school. Everytime the topic of Nancy came up however, he immediately became more guarded and tried to avoid the subject as much as possible. You were extremely curious but didn’t want to push him.

—-

The third hiccup happens when you and Robin are arguing about a movie at Family video.

‘What? No fucking way, there’s nobody who’s hotter that Pheobe Cates!’

‘Thank you!’ You hear Steve shouting out from in between the rows. Robin gives you a ‘see?’ look.

‘Okay, not the best company, but I do stand by it. Phoebe Cates and maybe Molly Ringwald.’

‘Are you sure you’re straight?’ Robin asks you with a playful tilt in her head. You don’t have a chance to answer because the whole store shakes. It’s an earthquake. You heard about them but never experienced one. Your balance is thrown off, some tapes hit the ground but the shelves stay and for a second you’re not sure if it’s really happening. Robin then disappears behind the counter, Steve calls out and from 83 you to 92 percent certainty that it’s real. Robin emerges, Steve gets back and a blind man wouldn’t miss the look they share.

‘Peach’ Steve comes up behind you. ‘ You okay?’ He asks. He’s holding your elbow and at this point you’re not entirely sure where the disorientation is coming from. He squeezes a little harder. ‘Hey, everything’s alright, we’re all good.’

‘What was that?’ You ask in a voice that’s a little weaker that you’d like it to be.

‘It was an earthquake, they happen here sometimes, we’re all good, but I’m gonna need you to go home now, okay?’

‘But-’

‘No! Sorry, but no.’ you can feel the way he softens from one second to the other. ‘No, I need you to go home. We know how to handle this, we’ll check in tomorrow and everything will be fine, but you have to go home. Please.’ He’s pleading and the honey brown eyes have their charm whether you’re willing to admit or not. You tell yourself that he’s right. That you’re gonna be safer at home.

So you go. While you’re driving home a storm breaks out. And not just any storm. It was properly raging. Lighting after lightning came down from the sky and the thunders were just sort of blending into each other. You fucking hated storms. The wind was howling and the second you got into the apartment, you cowered away into the corner of your living room. How did it get so bad, so quickly? How was this even possible? Was this the curse everybody was talking about? Catching yourself in the whirlpool of your thoughts, you gripped your knees tighter to your chest. What a fucking pathetic sight, you thought to yourself. It’s just a fucking storm and you’re crouching in the corner like a frightened puppy. Look at yourself, and you think, you can take care of yourself. Adorable. It made your skin crawl because it was him talking. It was his words, his voice, even without him you had him in your head. Grabbing at the sides of your head you tried to stop it. Tried to physically squeeze the thoughts out. But it didn’t work. Turning the TV on also didn’t help much. Your breath quickened, you could feel your heartbeat in your ears and the tears started flowing down your face. You don’t have a sense of time anymore. It might have been a few minutes, it might have been hours. You don’t even have it in you to glance at your watch.

‘Nonononono’ you practically whined. ‘No, please, stop it. Just stop it please.’ The storm, this feeling, the fear, all of it. You couldn’t drown it out and it made you feel paralyzed but also clenching all your muscles at the same time. Laura told you that her therapist suggested a check-in with herself about every 30 minutes to unclench her jaw. She told you it really helped her. You tried. You really did. But you couldn’t tell your jaw from your shoulders anymore and nothing worked.

Another shock came to your system when there was a knock at the door. Everything became even more blurred around you and you thought you might throw up. You wanted to go get the gun but you couldn’t move.

‘Go away!’ It was a guttural scream. It came from somewhere deep and instinctual that has been secluded for so long. You were sobbing at this point and then you heard it. Through everything, you still heard it.

‘Peach?! Is that you? It’s Steve. Are you hurt? Can you open the door?’

Steve. It clicks in your brain and you could swear your heart stopped the same second the thunder and lightning miss a beat. Everything is quiet just in that second and you feel like the world changes settings just for you. Like a personal little raining cloud fizzles, disappears and a warm light appears above your head that starts to melt your frozen limbs and fried out nerve endings. Your movements are still rigid but you feel your fingers twitch.

‘Steve-‘ You whisper in front of yourself and lean forward. He knocks again and you call out a little louder this time. Shedding your blanket, your body starts cooperating. Just keep crawling toward the warm voice. Still, by the time you make it to the door, he’s saying he will break it down if he has to and is not leaving until he sees you.

The door opens up and he’s standing there, relief washing over him when he lays eyes on you, just to quickly be replaced by concern again.

‘Hey, what happened, ‘re you okay?’ He wants to hold you so bad but for now is satisfied with finding your fingers in the dark and touching them. You nod, as best as you can, which admittedly is not very good.

‘W-why didn’t you ca-call?’ You ask just to regret it with the next breath because your throat and voice are wrecked from the sobbing.

‘Phone lines are out. I also didn’t want to spook you. The last time you got a phone call, you acted a little funny...’ He gets it out in one breath, rushing through the sentence. ‘What happened, did you get hurt?’ He looked you over, searching for something. Teared fabric, blood, something. You put your hands on his shoulder in an attempt to calm or at least slow him down and it only registers properly then that he’s fully drenched.

‘Shit, you’re completely soaked through! Come in, let’s get you dry.’ You’re still unsure of your movements but you usher him in, despite his muffled and somewhat weak protests. He wanted to stay but unlike you he did have some teared fabric and blood on him that you were yet to notice. He didn’t want you to see that but he did crave some comfort after watching Nancy holding Jonathan’s hand while Robin patched him up. He was selfish, he knew that. He tried to tell himself that it has to mean something that after his arm was bitten by a demobat his first thought was to check on you on his way home. He just wanted to see your house, maybe some lights, possibly you moving in front of a window. But he couldn’t see anything other than the flickering of the TV and after the night he didn’t take it as a good sign. Or just really wanted to see you. He thinks both might be possible, even if the letter might make him a little creepy.

You lead him to the bathroom, the new purpose giving a little stillness to your limbs and voice.

‘I can put your clothes in the drier for a quick round and get you something to change into. The guy who lived here left some st- Jesus fucking Christ what the hell happened to you?’ the moment you turned on the light you saw it. The cuts, the bruises, the blood, some dried, some fresh.

‘You should see the other guy’ he tried to give you a cheeky smile but you could tell he was hurting.

‘Did you get into a fight? Who did this?’

‘Yeah, something like that. But I’m gonna be fine, I promise, I’ve had much worse. Ask anyone, Dustin we’ll gladly tell you about every single time I got my ass handed to me.’ His face is hurting, he’s cold but all he can think about at this moment is that he hates you’re worrying about him. He hates the way your eyebrows crease together as you try to assess the damage he’s taken. He hates the way your hands hesitate to reach out. You clearly had a rough night yourself and he hates he’s making it worse. You open your mouth like you’re gonna say something but it closes again.

‘Okay’ you say finally. ‘Sit down, I’ll get the first aid kit.’

He’s dumbfounded for a moment but ultimately glad you’re not asking questions. He’s agitated, he’s scared, he’s alone and he doesn’t trust himself with keeping a secret now. If you start asking it might all just spill out from him which he desperately wants to avoid. You can’t get anywhere near this. Well, not any nearer.

You come back with hands full of stuff - dry clothes hanging off of your arm, a glass of water in your hand, the first aid kit in the other.

‘Here’ you start by handing him the water. After laying the clothes on the side of the tub, you hand him an aspirin. ‘This’ll take care of the pain for now. You can take a shower if you want to, then I’ll disinfect your wounds, get some bandages and if you get a good night’s sleep, you’ll be better by tomorrow.’ You spoke so softly, he immediately calmed down and for a moment even forgot that he just barged in on you, on your weekend no less. He forgot to look away for a second though and his eyes started searching yours. Your face was puffy, your eyes were red and there were some sniffles here and there.

‘Were you crying before I got here?’

‘Thank you usually works in this situation.’

‘Shit, I’m sorry, I am very thankful but I came here in the first place to make sure you were okay and as far as I can tell, you’re not.’

‘I- It’s just… I fucking hate storms.’ Your arms come up, wrapping around yourself. Not being able to hold his gaze you glance down to the tiles and take a deep breath. ‘I’ll be fine, I just want it to be over.’ You start moving for the first aid kit. ‘But you’re a pretty good distraction, so let’s get you cleaned up, shell we?’ You leave him to change and when you go back he’s sitting on the top of the closed toilet waiting for you. You’re meticulous but soft, determined but attentive and the way you balance the disinfectant, the cotton pads is almost hypnotic to him. In return the sense of purpose anchors you and you’re able to tune out almost everything that’s not connected to helping Steve. When you get to a particularly nasty cut above his eyebrow, he hisses.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m almost done.’

‘No, you’re okay, this is what you’re supposed to do, right?’ He quotes you back to you and even as his eyes are shut tight you can tell that his face is about an inch away from slipping into a smug grin. He makes you chuckle and he swears it’s a better painkiller than the actual pill you gave him.

‘Okay, there are a couple of pretty deep cuts here. I’m gonna need you to hold still. Hold onto something and tell me about a good memory.’

‘A good memory?’

‘Yeah. I learned it with kids. When I have to tend to them, making them talk keeps their mind occupied and lets me apply the disinfectant or put a bandaid on.’

‘Huh, that’s smart’ he looks up at you with a goofy grin and sparkling eyes and you have to clear your throat to remind yourself what you were doing.

‘So, good memory. You have anything?’

‘Yeah, sorry, yeah, I got it. Do your worst.’

‘Alright, start talking, pretty boy.’ The nickname slips out so effortlessly, you almost don’t notice it. The way his lips part a little and the tip of his ears run pink clues you in that you did indeed say it out loud and he did hear you.

‘Uhm, yeah, I, uh, the first thing that came to mind was the day I got my car. And before you roll your eyes, I know how it sounds and for a long time it was like that. Being the only 17 year old who was driving around in a brand new BMW instead of a banged up used car my parents passed down was pretty sweet. It was a guilt present from my dad because he forgot my birthday that year.’ A peng of pain hits your heart. He doesn’t sound very hurt now but you can imagine it wasn’t always like this. ‘I could drive my friends and girls around and it did feel like a sanctuary sometimes. Then those friends turned out to be not very good people, the girls turned out to be more interested in the car and pool in the backyard than me and shit happened and I got my heart broken and then I started driving this little shithead around and the car didn’t change and I basically still just drive people around but those people happen to really like me, for god knows why, and it got us out of some deep shit and I’m actually afraid of the day when it breaks down finally or I have to sell it or anything because half of my goddamn life is in that car.’ You pull away as he finishes his story and let his hair fall back to his forehead. You move back for a second to wipe a stray lock away from his eyes and then lean back to the sink. Your voice is barely above whisper as you speak again.

‘You’re all done.’ He touches his face carefully and you watch him with soft eyes. ‘Thank you for telling me that. Technically it wasn’t one memory but I’ll let it slide for now.’

His smiles.

‘What about you?’

‘What about me?’ You ask, tilting your head, crossing your arms.

‘A good memory. I just laid my heart out for you, it would make me feel better if I wasn’t the only one.’

‘Okay, first of all, you told a semi-moving story about how much you love your car, ‘laying your heart out’ is a tad dramatic.’ You start packing the stuff you spread around the bathroom. ‘Second of all, I don’t need to be cleaned up or distracted, so maybe next time.’

‘Well, that’s not fair! C’mon, just one, just a tiny little story.’

‘God, you’re unbearable!’ You roll your eyes playfully. ‘This wasn’t part of the agreement and-’ You don’t get to finish the sentence because there’s a particularly loud crash, thunder and lightning coming down with a real fury. You jump with a gasp bumping your knee on the side of the tub.

‘Fuck’

‘Hey, hey, hey,’ Steve calls, coming up behind you. ‘You’re okay, it’s okay, it’s just a storm.’ He turns you to face him so he can find your eyes. He’s lying through his teeth but he needs you to believe that it’s just a storm. You’re too smart and stubborn for your own good. He can’t slip.

‘I just really fucking hate storms.’ You say as you lay your forehead on his shoulder.

‘Yeah, I got that.’ He’s careful, he holds you so lightly because he’s scared you’re gonna come to your senses and pull away before he can properly figure out which floral scent is coming from your hair and which one is your perfume and can properly memorize the little baby hair on the nape of your neck or imagine how it would feel to be tickled by them in the morning.

‘Just breath, I’m here. And maybe if you need some distraction, you could tell me about that good memory, now?’

You don’t look up, but you chuckle a little.

‘Well, when I was a little girl there was this treehouse in the neighbor's yard. I was so jealous of it, I wanted it to have one so badly, or just go up in it, just once. But the house was mostly vacant and I got caught by my mom one time when I was trying to climb the fence, so I just stared at it and wished that someday, maybe I could play in it.’

Your voice was a little muffled because you were talking at the bathroom tiles but Steve was listening intently. He pictured you with a petulant little pout, sitting in a garden, burning holes in the treehouse with your eyes. It made him smile.

‘And then one day, out of nowhere, a family moved in. They had a daughter, Lilly, and she just invited me over one day when she saw me in the garden. We played and talked and given it’s not that hard to make friends when you’re eight, we did become inseparable almost instantly. I had such a good time, I almost forgot about the treehouse. I would’ve been happy to just spend the whole afternoon curled up in the grass, talking but then she said she wanted to show me her treehouse and I nearly started crying, I was so excited. We went up and it was everything I wanted and more. I think that was the highest I’ve ever been at that point, I could see the whole neighborhood and it felt like nothing could touch me there.’

‘We spent so much time there. It became like a sanctuary too. We went there when we got our first crushes, when she got yelled at, when we wanted to feel safe. On some summer nights we even slept out there and I think those were the best nights of my life.’

During your story Steve was stroking your arm up and down, soothing you, saying with every touch ‘I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be your new treehouse, all you have to do is ask me’.

‘Technically that wasn’t one memory either but I liked it, so I’m gonna let you get away with it.’ He squeezes your arm one last time and lets go slowly, trying to get you to look up at him.

‘The storm passed I think. It’s just the rain now.’

‘Is it gonna come back?’

‘I’m not sure. Maybe. Hawkins has some weird weather sometimes.’

‘Hawkins seems to have weird everything sometimes.’

‘Yeah, that’s fair.’

With the weather getting back to something you can handle and the house quiet with the dim lights of the bathroom it starts hitting you how close the two of you are standing and how this whole thing has been very, well, for lack of a better word, cozy. Even if it was only the instinct to help someone, he quite literally saved your night. Maybe even you. You’re wondering why exactly he came here in the first place and you find some kind of answer in the way he's looking at you, the way he stayed with you in the storm. It’s the same need to take care of people. It’s the driving the little shitheads around even though they really are shitheads, it’s the trying to distract someone from pain and hurt by making them think about something nice, something happy, it’s the holding a burned hand under cold water and it’s the swiping a lock of hair away so it doesn’t land in their eyes. It’s not something that just leaves you. Heartbreaks and grief can suppress it for a while but the world has a funny way of bringing it out again in the most unexpected moments. Like in a tiny, poorly lit bathroom during a storm from hell, trying to wipe the blood from the cheekbones of the prettiest boy. You inhale sharply because your insistence to keep your distance might be wavering and you know it’s a bad idea. Steve’s still into Nancy, Nancy’s with Jonathan, Jonathan is acting weird, well, everyone’s acting weird. But you keep looking at each other and you’re almost a hundred percent sure, he has similar thoughts running through his mind.

‘I uh, I should go, I think, I don’t want to bother you anymore.’ He starts talking finally, running a hand down the back of his neck.

‘You weren’t bothering me. If it wasn’t for you I would still be curled up in the corner of my living room.’

‘I can, you know, I can stay too. In a completely non-creepy way. I just wanna make sure you’re okay. I’ll gladly keep on distracting all night if needed.’

You don’t miss the slight double-entendre painting the words and you raise an eyebrow.

‘In a non-creepy way, huh?’ He gets flustered when he fully understands what you mean and what he just said. He’s about to start protesting but his nerves prevent him from being quick on his feet. You save him, mercifully.

‘I know what you mean, relax. And thank you, it’s very knight in shining armor of you but I’ll be okay now. You should go home, take a hot shower, drink some tea and get into bed. I’ll throw your clothes in the drier and get them back to you.’

‘Alright, yeah, you’re right. Thank you for taking care of me, Peach. You’re a lot better at this than I am or god forbid Robin.’

‘It’s alright. Thank you for distracting me, Harrington!’

‘Back to second names? Really? After all we’ve been through in the last like two hours?’

‘I mean, I gotta be careful. Can’t call you everytime there’s a storm, now can I? Gotta keep it professional.’

‘You can. You can call me in every storm. You can call me without a storm too, I left my number for a reason.’ You wince a little.

‘Yeah, sorry I haven’t called, I guess. I’ve just been so busy with school and everything.’ You couldn’t let him know that you tried. You tried so many times but chickened out at the last second every single time.

‘It’s okay. I can wait. You know where to find me.’

He starts walking towards the door and you follow him out. You fall back into silence again, listening to the rain on the roof and the remains of the wind quietly howling outside.

‘Most of the bandages will last like a week I think but you should change the one above your eyebrow and the one on your left cheek sometime tomorrow.’

‘Thanks Doc. And seriously, call me if you need anything.’

‘Okay.’ You whisper with a soft smile.

‘Good night, sweetheart. Get some sleep.’ He says as he comes close to you. He hesitates for a minute and then presses a barely there kiss to your hairline.

‘Good night’ you whisper back.

You clock the slight pause after he gets in the car and you watch as the maroon BMW leave. You wonder if this is going to be one of those moments you regret, wishing you could say what you wanted to say, wishing you could just ask him to stay or one of those moments you’ll see as dodging a bullet, wishing you could see everything in that moment.

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SakuAtsu

(A/N): I'm thinking of writing a SakuAtsu fic. This is just a drabble to get used to writing them.

Prompt: "Forget it. You wouldn't ever feel the same way as me."

Sakusa was exhausted. This was his one day off and he was busy running errands. He had an interview early the next morning and he just wanted to sleep. He just wanted to relax. Upon opening his apartment door, he found Atsumu sitting on his couch. He was the only person that knew where he hid his "emergency key", which was in the vase next to his door.

"Omi!" He exclaimed, that stupid smile greeting Sakusa. He frowned as Atsumu ran to him with a wide grin and open arms.

"What are you doing here?" Sakusa grumbled, the sleepiness taking a bigger toll on him than expected. He could feel the heaviness under his eyes.

"Ya see, Hinata... er-," He fumbled with his words, his brows furrowing as he tried to muster out cohesive words. "Do ya wanna go to the cafe around the corner with me?"

Kiyoomi's eyes narrowed, nearly closing. "The one in with the library? You hate books," He sighed, rubbing his eyes, "And it's ten P.M. I'm busy in the morning."

"Please," Atsumu whispered, his hands holding one of Sakusa's. "I need to tell ya somethin', Omi."

"Can it wait? I'm tired."

"No!" The blond cried, the urgency in his voice and expressions surprising Kiyoomi. "Please, Omi."

Sakusa Kiyoomi: The child prodigy who worked himself to the bone for the one thing he knew he was good at. He would stop at nothing to succeed in the activity that was once only a sport but was now his lifestyle. Sakusa Kiyoomi: The boy who couldn't tell anyone about his feelings for his "best friend", because it hurt to feel and he knew he would detach if he got too close.

Regardless, the tired ace gave Atsumu a nod. His facade of carelessness melted at Atsumu's panic. They left his apartment, Atsumu leaning a bit too close to Sakusa. He placed a mask on his face, offering one to Atsumu, who gratefully accepted it.

The walk to the coffee shop was quiet. It was snowing and the streetlights lit the way to the corner. It was a cozy building; a quiet cafe full of people typing away on their laptops and writing little notes on their notepads. Combined with the coffee shop was a library tower; books filled the walls and desk lamps were placed on every desk to read on each floor. Sakusa opened the door for Atsumu and a quiet bell rang on top of it. "Welcome," A barista greeted quietly. Atsumu nodded to her and Sakusa sat in his usual seat, the one in the corner of the room, facing the door. He liked seeing everything in the room he was in, so it was a precautionary effort to ease his anxiety.

"Omi, y'know I've known ya for years, yeah?" Atsumu began.

"Yeah. You're awful, I don't know why I still hang out with you." Atsumu gave a nervous laugh, which raised Kiyoomi's brow. "So, er- Hinata told me to tell ya... Well, he just suggested it, y'know, 'cause he's nice like that, an' I was thinkin': He's right!"

Sakusa remained silent as Atsumu stammered.

"So, er, um, do you wanna, possibly, um," He shut his eyes for a moment, shaking his head as if he were shaking the clusters of "um"s and "er"s out.

"Omi, do ya wanna go out with me sometime? Like a date?" Atsumu asked. Kiyoomi's breath shuddered as he adjusted his position in his chair. He blinked rapidly, trying to turn the cogs in his brain. 'Does Atsumu actually feel that way about me? I thought he just liked me as a friend. Is this a prank?? I can't tell- what's going on?' His mind raced a mile a minute, his eyes flickering between Atsumu and the fake candle on their table.

"Forget it," Atsumu mumbled, his head drooping as he stood. "We're just friends, I shouldn't have asked for anything more."

"What?" Sakusa whispered.

"It's fine, just forget I said that. I take it back," Atsumu said quietly, his bottom lip trembling. Kiyoomi struggled to get words out of his mouth, to move, to breathe as Atsumu walked away from the table. The bell jingled as he left and Kiyoomi shook his head, finally rising to his feet.

He ran out of the cafe, searching for Atsumu in the snow, which had increased greatly. It was falling as fast as rain, the unforgiving wind making the snowflakes twirl to the ground. Sakusa couldn't see anything. "Atsumu!" He called. "Tsumu!" He searched frantically, unsure of which direction to go in. The wind picked up and visibility was reduced as he looked in every direction for Atsumu's stupid hair. "Atsumu!"

The howling wind raged against Kiyoomi as he ran. He ran away from the cafe, away from his apartment, from his safe place in the corner. He ran in the direction Atsumu's apartment. "Atsumu!" He cried, hot tears stinging his cheeks. He hadn't cried in ages. Sakusa didn't care how cold it was. He didn't care how late it was getting or how much he'd regret staying up in the morning. He didn't care about anything, about anyone, but Miya Atsumu.

"Miya Atsumu!" He shouted, finding yellow hair in the midst of the white snow. "Atsumu!"

"Omi?" He whispered, his voice barely audible from the wind. "Omi, go away. I take it back."

"You can't take it back," Omi huffed, panting from the running. "You can't take that back, Atsumu."

Atsumu's muffled cries broke Kiyoomi's heart and planted a root in his gut that grew with the guilt he felt. "Atsumu, don't you dare take that back."

"Why? You don't feel the same. You'd never love someone like me. I'm just an annoying-"

Kiyoomi's arms wrapped around Atsumu's waist, pulling him close. "Don't take it back, Tsumu."

"Why?" Atsumu cried. Kiyoomi's gaze softened as he pulled away, his hands holding Atsumu's.

"Because I feel the same," He admitted. Atsumu stared at him in disbelief, so the once silent, once withdrawn, once emotionless Sakusa Kiyoomi continued speaking, "Tell me how you feel at the ungodly hours of the night. Annoy me with your awful karaoke. Take me out on that date. Love me, Atsumu, because I have loved you since I got to know you; the true you."

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altheneum-writings · 1 year

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"Pillows are nice but your thighs are the closest and...well...more better"

A Jammer x Reader short fic Summary: Jammer is feeling bored in the middle of black out, so he goes to his fellow friend Y/N

Relationship status: 💜 (can be seen as either romantic or platonic, or in between!) Fic status: ☁️

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Jammer had been vibing out in the wild party that one of the recently infected humans made, it was pretty crazy and he had a lot of fun but now he's getting a bit tired and wanting to just have some peace and quiet time.

sometimes black out is hella fun when you got a party going on to lighten up every goo's mood of the night.

He walked around the caves and into the garden, yawning in boredom and thinking of what he should do. oh! maybe he can find Y/N? they're always so calming and fun to be with! and they always have a cozy aura around them that makes him feel relaxed and sleepy, so win-win!

and speaking of Y/N, he finds them underneath the tree with a few sleeping slime pups around them nearby. they were always pretty good at taking care of them, Plantix might even say the pups favor them over him! lol on Jammer's part.

Jammer carefully sat beside Y/N, they notice and turned to face him from the book they were just reading, a gentle smile shows upon their face. The wolf gootraxian can just feel his heart feel fuzzy, though is unsure why, but he does know he's happy seeing his friend smile at him and that's enough.

He yawns and feels sleepiness take over, slowly he just plops his head onto Y/N's lap. he could hear them chuckle teasingly.

"must have been a wild party huh? mind telling me about it?" Y/N questioned with a teasing voice as Jammer just let out yet another yawn.

"it was crazy and loud, you should have come along but I know how much you don't like going to parties even if I asked with the magic word" he replied as he snuggled up to your torso and wrapped his tail around your ankle to ensure Y/N was kept close. Y/N just let out small giggle and pat his head, giving gentle ear scritches.

"any reason why you want my lap instead of all the available pillows I could have gotten from the garden's storage?" asked Y/N, "pillows are nice...but your thighs are the closest and well...the better versions of a pillow" replied Jammer as Y/N snickered at the answer and softly bapped his head

"dork" Y/N says,

"I know" said Jammer.

to be honest, if he can admit one secret he has of his own, he thinks he's closer to Y/N than he's closer to his older brother, Fed and bestie, Nightshade. Y/N is like his safety zone; he feels nice and cozy, he feels comfortable and mostly like himself most of the time, he loves their vibe and how they try to join in activities with him, a bonus he will add is that they're the very first human friend he's ever had and he would never replace them or take them for granted, ever.

Y/N makes him feel safe.

And that's good enough for him as he slowly let's sleep take over

#kaiju paradise x reader #kaiju paradise #not gonna lie this idea came to me from a dream #not gonna tell about it since it wasn't related to Jammer #much less kaiju paradise lmao #ENJOY THIS SHORT FIC MESS THOUGH

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chelleztjs18 · 1 year

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Hello you mrs. busy queen bee fiction writer lefty eyebag 😌

I'm doing okay, just tired and sleepy. It's also raining here and the sound is making me fall asleep because of how relaxing it is.

Any fun plans for today?

You're not a boring person either. It's always fun to read about your day and your answers to my questions. Also, you shouldn't be too curious, you're not curious george! Hahaha

I like the cover. It got me wondering if Natasha is the one who took R or the other way around. It'll be interesting to find out what this story entails.

I like SUVs too. I actually don't drive 😅 so I don't own a car. But if I ever get to it, I want to get a Ford Escape. It's always been my dream car. It's simple and spacious. Or a Tesla so that it drives for me lol

Speaking of your crush, have you heard from her yet?

Yes hahaha I would choose unlimited bread. I will never get tired of it!

Do you drink iced coffee even when it's really cold outside?

What's a deal breaker for a relationship with you?

-CuriousGeorge

hello hello you motorcycle fan lefty eyebag!

ah okay, im glad u r okay. that sounds nice. but u work today? im sorry u cant go back to sleep when it's so cozy there. it was raining here in the morning n now it's sunny n warmer. which i like it better when it's colder.haha.

no fun plans for today, except posting the part 1 of The Monsters Within and I did! yaaay!

aaw thank you! the same to me, i like getting asks from u. haha i'm always a curious girl even though i'm not curious george. lol.

yay im glad u like the cover n finger crossed that u like the story as much as the cover. i remember u dont really read Nat fics, u dont have to read it if u r not comfortable reading it. no pressure. :)

oh i see. u dont drive, but do u know how to drive? is there a reason why u dont drive?sorry i was just curious. u dont have to answer if u dont want to. oh i like ford escape. it's really nice. i like Ford Expedition, check it out. but to be honest that one is kinda hard for me to drive because it's long and tall.

Speaking of my crush, no I havent heard her until today which makes me sad but then i keep thinking she must be busy with work n i think she was preparing for internship or something. Even though she told me that I can message her anytime n she would reply as soon as she could, i try not to leave too many messages. I dont want to bother her too often just in case she needs to focus. :)

haha i knew it! u bread lover! lol. u havent told me whats ur favorite food that will get someone to ur heart if they can cook it. lol

and yes, i am that person who still drinks iced coffee no matter how cold it is outside. hahaha

deal breaker in relationship, when there is no more trust n there is no more effort from both sides to fix or find solutions of problems. I dont like if my partner give me silent treatment. for me if u got a problem with me or i do something that upset u, u gotta tell me n talk with me about it so we can solve it. I think that's all so far i can think of the answer for this question. what bout u?

Next question?

Cheerio!

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Pacific Love

A/N: So this fic can be read as Part 2 to Pacific Rimjob, or as a standalone fic! This second part is based on the below request for some hot sex followed by comforting cockwarming with Raleigh, the fluffiest snuggliest version of Charlie 🥰

Pairing: Raleigh Becket x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, your pussy serving as a home for Raleigh’s cock Requests: Request from @wayward-avenging + a separate request from @rayslittlekitten

Word Count: ~1.7k

“Still can’t believe you saved the motherfucking world.”

Your boyfriend sighs, with an exasperated blink of his blue eyes. Hates when you say it in that way, like he alone had saved the day. “We saved the world. Me and my girl.”

“You and the Gipsy Danger?” you reply, the name of his beloved Jaeger. The massive robot you two co-pilot together.

Raleigh heaves another sigh. He’s a fierce feminist, aware that women rarely get the recognition that they merit; the injustice of it makes him want to cry. That’s why he’s clearly so upset at your refusal to take credit.

Brushing a speck of dust off of the warm navy blue sweater he’s got on, you urge him not to sweat it. “Babe, I’m just pushing your buttons,” you admit, reaching to ruffle his blonde hair bright as spun gold and soft as cotton. At your touch you can already sense the energy inside him shifting. Letting go of his frustration as you gently fluff it out of him. “I know I had to carry all your problems, so it’s obvious that I’m the one who did the heavy lifting.”

He smiles as he melts into your hand then brings it down toward his lips so he can kiss it. “You know I’m glad the war is finished... but I gotta say I’m gonna miss it. Drifting.”

“Being in each other’s heads? Well, even better yet... we’ll always have our time together in each other’s beds.”

“That’s true,” he coos, stars in his baby blues. “I really like being inside of you.”

Who gave this full-grown man the right to be so fucking cute? It’s fucking rude. Your fingers wander toward his gorgeous golden mane again and comb tenderly through. “Of course you do. I like it too... and I love you.”

Throughout the war that you have somehow overcome, Drifting together had begun to feel like home. It felt like you belonged in his head even more than in your own. You were just better when you both were in that deep mind-melding zone. The two of you are more than just compatible; the bond you share is magical. It’s pure and powerful as hell.

And thankfully you know a way to bring that level of connection into the bedroom as well.

***************

Sex with Raleigh Fucking Becket... is a trip to heaven on a one-way ticket.

You still recall and probably won’t ever forget—back in the days before the two of you had met—what all the other women gossiping throughout the Shatterdome had said: how this new guy walking around the halls was tall and good-looking and no doubt even better-looking naked, but probably a dud in bed. A pretty slice of plain white bread.

While he may come off as a teddy bear, with his soft fluffy hair, and eyes so big and bright you never fail to melt beneath his stare... so wholesome it’s really not fair... the truth is, none of those bitches knew shit.

They didn’t have a clue, just what Mr. Becket could do. Neither did you—until he claimed you as his girl and put you through it.

True, Raleigh insists on sex within a context of mutual understanding and respect. Prefers softcore. Prefers the passion to feel pure, to let your hearts and souls connect.

But that won’t stop his big heroic dick from fucking like a monster once he knows that you are ready to get wrecked. And all the hardcore kinks of yours... he’s more than willing to explore.

By now he’s got a kink himself for dirty talk, and roughing you up with his cock—spanking your ass while he slams your cunt from behind and constantly reminds you that you are his filthy fucking whore.

That’s what he does tonight, fucking you up just right.

He takes more pleasure and more pride, in pounding into you and plunging deep inside, than any earth-shattering war he’ll ever fight.

And so do you—the slick walls of your pussy squeezing tight, around his huge shaft as he plows it through, splitting you open wide... his cock may be the Jaeger as you take it. But this love is meant for both of you to make it.

The bed beneath you creaks and rocks, as Raleigh keeps slapping your slutty ass and railing you with his colossal cock; this wouldn’t be the first time that the power of his thrusts managed to break it.

Having literally saved the world gives you the right to fuck so hard you’ll probably fucking shake it. Shake the whole damn world. The wholesome hero and his filthy whore, his dirty little girl.

Now the war is finally over maybe someday he can flood you with his cum without protection and pump you full of a little baby Becket...

But you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself yet. That’s for another night. Tonight you’re still on birth control as he fills up your hole and hammers you into the bed. Tonight is all about making your man’s cock feel at home inside your cunt so wet, so tight—letting him wreck it, now the two of you have conquered this long fight... and then indulging in a long night that he won’t ever forget.

Once his thick hot cum paints your pussy, so deliciously juicy, your sex and his pulsing in sync in perfect ecstasy... both of you take a breathless moment to recover from the climax so intense and clear the shooting stars spinning around your heads.

Your co-pilot’s full body weight collapses down on yours and crushes you into the bed, so you can feel the muscles of his abs and chest, slick with his sweat, against your back so firmly pressed. He knows just how much you love that—it’s the best, this sense of being so closely connected, after any round of sex you’ve had, completely covered by your lover as you sink into the mattress. Being beneath him in this way makes you feel safe and loved and so alive after your senses get fucked dead.

Raleigh softly tilts his face to kiss your cheek, filling you with the love that gives you endless strength yet makes you feel so weak. Somehow you manage now to speak, reminding him of that one thing that he had said.

“Do you still miss the Drift?”

His cock inside your core is still as massive, almost just as stiff. Meanwhile his loving mouth curves up into a smile as it shifts from your cheek down toward your parted lips to seal them with a kiss. “There’s not a thing I miss. Not when I’m with you just like this.”

As if you weren’t already you are now convinced: Raleigh Becket is honestly a motherfucking Disney prince.

You drown in kisses for a few seconds—or minutes, or hours for all that you know, given that your perception of time always blurs in the sheer bliss of afterglow. Each kiss is soft and sweet and sensual and slow.

His meat at last begins to soften where it’s buried deep inside you. Pulling out to shift position, for a sleepy snuggle session, is what he’ll usually do.

... But you have something else in mind, which you don’t doubt will feel divine. The thought of it excites you and you know that it’ll be nice for Raleigh too.

“Why don’t you stay,” you softly say, just as he starts to pull away.

“...Stay?” he echoes as he keeps his body held against yours tightly.

“Inside of me,” you murmur quietly. “Isn’t that where you like to be?”

His fully drained dick answers with a twitch. Throbbing against your inner walls and scratching a new itch. He’s catching on to the idea that you want to serve him as his cockwarming bitch.

Though Raleigh hates the thought of using you like some kind of accessory... on some level he knows that isn’t how it has to be. It can be comforting and pleasing for the two of you both equally, to keep him in your pussy, buried deeply.

And as he answers your question it’s obvious that he’s aroused beyond belief. “It’s home for me. If I could I would be inside you permanently. Never leave.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure the war is finally over...” you provocatively murmur. “So just go ahead and make yourself at home, soldier.”

You co-pilot lets out a growl of arousal and nuzzles your shoulder. “You sure?”

“Of fucking course. You know this pussy is all yours.”

“Mmm, that’s my perfect little whore,” he snarls, the words making your toes curl. “Who knew you’re such a dirty girl?”

“Um, you did, stupid.”

He masks his laughter and pretends to be insulted. “Now that’s no way to talk to the hero who just saved the world!”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you playfully answer. “Remind me that you saved the world and that you own my body, sir.”

Raleigh’s half-hard dick pushes inside you deeper than it already is as his full weight keeps pressing you into the bed. “Mmm, as if you could ever forget...”

Indeed as if you ever could, when his cock owns you so fucking good.

You spend all night impaled on his wood. Alternating between cozy cuddling, with butterfly kisses and fluffy hair ruffling... and crazy hard fucking, with him stuffing you so roughly that you’ll surely wake incapable of walking... then cuddling again as his cock slowly softens. Changing up your position every so often, but never once loosening your cunt’s tight hold of him—all the while Raleigh stays buried inside of you just as he should.

Whisper words of love, though words are never enough. You both already know it, and show it... melding into one and the same person, your two hearts as one, beating in unison, just as every fiber of your being and his come undone in complete perfect sync every time you get off.

The war has never felt farther behind you, than now when he’s deep inside you. This is home and there’s such peace, in each release. Such pure pacific love.

While the bond that you forged and explored in the Drift was a gift... one that Raleigh will miss.. nights like this—this feeling of sharing in such absolute bliss—even after the war is finished, love unlike war has no fucking limits. And that’s the true gift.

This is the gift that will keep on giving for as long as you live.

***************

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ficsandgiggles · 3 years

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The Avengers Will Always Have Your Back

Idek if I’m still relevant here but surprise! I wrote a cute little fic 💕

You sighed as you went into your own little world, you just didn’t feel yourself today and couldn’t figure out why, but the feeling well and truly sucked. You curled up on your bed, you honestly had no idea what would help you at this point.

Suddenly, you heard a knock on the door, you reluctantly told the mystery person to come in, you turned your head and gave a weak smile when you discovered it was Bucky, who was clearly concerned about you.

“Hey doll, you feeling alright?” He asked, sitting himself on your bed, gently rubbing your back comfortingly. You relaxed into his motion and shook your head, your silence told him that you didn’t want to talk about it, which led to a comfortable quietness between the two of you.

“Well, I think this calls for cuddles and movie time.” He told you before picking you up with ease and throwing you over his shoulder, making you squeal in surprise and shove at his shoulders. “Bucky! What the heck?!” You yelped out as he playfully jiggled you around as he brought you into the lounge, plonking you down between him and Nat, who smiled and dragged you into a cuddle.

“There’s my little cuddle bug Y/N.” Nat smiled, throwing a blanket over you so you were just a lump in front of Nat. What you didn’t realise however, was that your feet were sticking out, until you felt a finger run up your sole, causing you to let out a yelp.

“I wonder where Y/N has gone?” Bucky asked, casually using his metal hand to grip your ankle, tightly yet gently. “All I can see are these teeny little feetsies! I wonder if...” He wasted no more time before scribbling into your sole, making you burst into high pitched giggles, you pulled at your legs and threw the blanket away from you.

“Aw, there they are!” Bucky smirked, looking at Nat, who was giving you a playful glare. “I was cozy under that blanket! Now you must pay!” She growled, wrapping you into a hug so you were trapped, she then scribbled deep into your ribs, making sure to dig in between the bone to really get you laughing.

“GUHUHUHUHUHUYS!” You scream out, unable to hold back your hysterical laughter as you thrashed from side to side, you were not expecting these torturous tickles, even though they were actually helping you quite a bit.

“Aw look! We’ve got them giggling already! How cute...” Nat teased, slipping her awful nails up your top to gently flutter her nails into your belly, an incredibly sensitive spot for you.

“NAHAHAHATTIE!” You scream, shoving at her hands as your laughter gets high pitched, you squirm even more, but of course, your squirming was no match for the Black Widow and Winter Soldier. You heard Bucky gasp before he scribbled his fingers under your toes, which he knew was an awfully sensitive spot. “Just Nat? That’s not nice!”

You threw your head back and cackled with laughter, your two worst spots were being attacked out of pretty much nowhere, but deep down, you weren’t complaining.

“We just wanna cheer our friend up! Is that so wrong?” Nat asked, fluttering her fingers all over your belly, ribs and sides, smiling at your wriggling self.

“YEHEHEHES! JUHUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAP!” You Yelp, beginning to run out of breath from laughing so hard, which made Nat and Bucky eventually stop and let you go and just sandwich you into a cuddle.

You yawned and smiled at the two of them. “Thanks guys...” you murmur, smiling when you felt Nat kiss your cheek. “Anytime, Y/N...” she replied softly, and that was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

~~~~~

You jolted awake a few hours later to see that you were now in Peter’s room, you let out a groan of confusion, causing Peter to turn from his desk to face you. He greeted you with a warm, gentle smile.

“Good afternoon, sleeping beauty.” He greeted. “It’s always just splendid when you bless me with your presence.” He chuckled fondly, getting up to sit himself next to you.

You looked around, admittedly a little confused about where you were, you looked at Peter sleepily as he smiled fondly, lifting your head to place it on his lap so he could run his fingers through your hair. “A little sleepy, huh?” He asked quietly, giving your cheek a playful poke.

“Yeah, I guess...” You replied, closing your eyes once again as Peter relaxed you, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, feeling thankful that you had the sweetest friends.

“Well, that’s not allowed.” He replied, before suddenly scribbling his fingers into your sides. “You’re legally obligated to stay up and hang out with me.” He told you, smiling brightly as you squealed with giggles, clearly surprised by what’s just happened.

“Peheheter! Whahahahat the heheheck?!” I squeal out, trying to thrash around to get away from his attack, but Peter was already two steps ahead, since he wrapped his arm around your waist, squeezing into your other hip to help pin you down.

“Aww, tickletickletickle Y/N! This should keep you awake!” He teased, watching you as you squirmed around as much as you could, but obviously to no avail. You just lay there and accepted your fate as Peter fluttered his fingers all over your upper body.

“Thihihihis is sohohoho mehehean!” You giggle out, screeching as Peter blew a raspberry on your neck in retaliation to your cheeky comment.

“That’s not very nice, Y/N!” He gasped out, but his cheeky grin told you that it was all good, his fingers gently scratched all over your belly, he smiled fondly as you let out light and airy giggles.

“I know! Isn’t it great?” He asked with a cheeky smile, now nibbling all over your neck gently, loving the adorable giggles which were pouring out of you.

“Fohohohor yohohohou!” You reply, scrunching your shoulders up in an attempt to stop his torture.

“Aw no, I’m pretty sure you’re loving this too!” He told you, suddenly drilling his fingers into your hips, an awfully sensitive spot for you. You arched your back and burst into deep laughter, unable to help the scream that came out of you.

“PEHEHEHEHETER! I SWEHEHEHEHEAR!” You screamed, continuing to kick and thrash about, beginning to slowly run out of breath from the torture both on your neck and hips, you were ready to have a break now.

Then, like Peter could read your mind, he let you go, and resumed stroking your hair gently. “We all love you, Y/N, and we will always be here for you no matter what, okay?” He reassured you soothingly, making you smile and nod in response.

“Thank you Peter, it’s good to know the Avengers will always have my back.” I reply, letting out a yawn as I feel myself getting sleepy once again. This time, Peter allowed you to rest, and pulled you even closer to him.

“That’s right Y/N, the Avengers will always have your back.”

You smiled at that before slowly drifting off to sleep in your best friends arms.

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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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WAIT DO U WRITE FOR SUB SHIGARAKI??

YES YES I DO I LOVE HIM SM

I would die for him 😐

Every kink ever has started out with “only for Shiggy though, ” and then ��only for him and Dabi, ” and lastly “god damn it why do I like this shit, ”

Like I would never eat ass....however if he (or dabi 😳) asked....how could I say no? (spoiler I wouldn't say no)

I fully support #pegshiggy2021

First of all I've had more than one person try to fight me on Shiggy’s mommy kink so it's time to put an end to the argument once and for all.....

but first

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TOMURA SHIGARAKI HAS A MOMMY KINK OK WHEN HE NUTS HES WHINING FOR MOMMY TO CUM WITH HIM AND ILL DIE ON THIS HILL

But let's dive into this a little. In the manga, Tomura obviously has a good relationship with his mom, hugging her, allowing her to care for his skin condition, etc. when AFO came into his life (This is an AFO hate club. He's a mfing bitch and a groomer), he took place as Tomura’s father figure. You could argue that Kurogiri is a mother figure, but he's not really the caring “come here baby, it's ok to cry.” type.

Incel Shigaraki thinks his gf is obligated to take care of him, and normal Shig wants someone tender to take care of him, but he feels like he's not good enough and lashes out but feels really bad. Please love him. Incel shiggy just calls you mommy on the regular no shame, don't talk back to him. He expects you to cook and clean for him and doesn't want to lift a finger during sex.

Normal Tomura treasures you. You're precious (even if he doesn’t show it. or acts like he feels the opposite way abt you). You take care of him willingly, so when the first sleepy “thank you mommy” comes out, it just gets lewder from there. Shigaraki isn't an angel (morally. Other than that, he is an angel). He knows it's one of the weirder kinks, but he doesn't care. Not when you're into it too. THIS IS NOT AN INCEST KINK SHIGGY DOESNT THINK OF HIS ACTUAL MOM DURING SEX EEEWWWWW. It just feels right; it's more of a title like sir or ma’am but loving, caring, not the harsh dominance that's usually associated with those titles. And he loves being your baby mommy’s baby. He's so used to being big and scary. But he's sooooo happy that when he comes home, mommy will be there waiting with some snacks, willing to listen to him vent, cuddle, etc.,

And then he yells it while he's filling you to the brim 😌 now, you're mommy all the time, even in bed.

Ok, enough of that, let's have some smut.

“Shhh, honey, just lay down on the bed for me, ”

Body worshipping wasn't something Tomura was accustomed to. He was stiff and visibly nervous. You warmed up the lotion in your hand and began to rub his back. He had picked out the lotion himself, choosing it because “it reminded me of you, mommy.” God, he's fucking precious.

After the lotion was mostly rubbed in, you began to massage his tense shoulders, watching them relax.

“That's my good boy, ” you cooed, “my pretty boy, ”

His cheeks were bright pink, and he pressed his head into the pillow to hide it.

“Ah ah ah, ” you chided, “let me see your pretty face, ”

He shook his head as best he could while still hiding in the pillow.

You sighed, “let mommy see your face, honey. Show me how pretty my sweet boy is, ”

He looked up at you from where he was lying, a timid smile playing on his face. Despite constantly putting himself down, he did love when you complimented him. When mommy complimented him.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, rubbing his back again. He was still lying on his stomach, naked except for the boxers he was wearing, but those would come off. If he was good for you.

He had a habit of lashing out, especially when he was vulnerable like this, and you worked to correct him. He knows that you'll only make him feel good if he's a good boy. Mommy’s good boy

You added more lotion, straddling his lower back and applying the lotion down the backs of his arms.

“You look so pretty, sweetie. Such a good boy, you're behaving so well today, Tomu. Tell mommy what's making you so happy, ” you praised.

“I'm happy because you agreed to try the...y’know...thing. I didn't think you'd want to, ” Shigaraki admitted, “but you do! And I'm a little nervous; I've never played this level before, ”

“We’ll go nice and slow. Don't worry, ” you said.

You let your hands trail down to his lower back, rubbing right above the band of his underwear.

“I'm gonna take these off, m’kay sweetie?” you said.

His voice was a little shaky, “ok mommy, ”

You got off and knelt down next to where his head was lying on the pillow.

“We don't have to do this, baby. You can always say no or change your mind, ” you said.

“N-no, I want to. It's just...” he trailed off.

“You can tell me, honey, ” you urged.

“I want to be closer to you. I want to be in your lap, ” he whispered.

“Why were you so nervous to tell me that, sweetie? Of course, you can be in my lap, ” you cooed, “sit up for me, Shiggy, ”

He obliged. You handed him the strap on.

“Get a feel for it and let me know if it's too big. I got a smaller one just in case, ” you said.

He nodded and stroked it experimentally. His cock twitched the more he rubbed the toy.

“Is someone excited, baby?” you whispered in his ear.

He nodded, looking up at you. He was just so pretty. When you google ‘pretty,’ your screen should be filled with him. You loved him. You loved him so much. You loved him when he was soft and quiet for you and when he was stressed and loud. You loved him unconditionally.

You took the toy from his hands and placed it aside.

“Can you lay on your back and spread your legs, honey?” you asked.

He nodded, doing so. You kneeled in front of him on the bed and pulled his boxers down with minimal wiggling. Then you began to place kisses up and down his thighs. You had made the room nice and cozy with candles and pillows. You wanted him to be as comfortable as possible.

You left little kisses up and down his shaft, causing him to whine quietly. You slowly got lower and lower before pressing a kiss to his hole. He tensed immediately. You rubbed his thighs again and gave an experimental lick, causing him to gasp softly. You kept licking, and he began to moan and squirm.

“That feels really good, mommy. Th-thank you, ” he said.

You smiled to yourself, beginning to try and press into him. He tensed again, so you swirled your tongue and rubbed his thighs, causing him to moan and relax. You could prep him pretty well with just your mouth but pretty well wasn't good enough.

You put a generous amount of lube on your fingers and rubbed around him for a minute before slowly beginning to press a finger into him. This took a while. A constant cycle of push in, he tenses, you stop and wiggle your finger, he relaxes, you push in, repeat.

You were still kneeling between his legs but closer to his face, pressing small kisses to his neck and cheeks occasionally.

“How's that feel, sweetie?” you asked.

“Feels funny, ” he said, moving his hips a little, “but good, ”

You kissed his cheek before starting to ease in another one. This really got Tomura going as he graduated from slow thrusts to you curling your fingers. He was panting and whimpering now, mouth slightly open and eyes closed.

You made scissoring motions to stretch him a little more before pulling out your fingers.

“N-no, ” he whined.

“Shh baby, ” you soothed, fastening the toy to your hips, “I'm gonna sit against the headboard, and you can come over here whenever you're ready, ”

He nodded and crawled across the bed to where you were sitting almost immediately. You had used nearly half a bottle of lube by now, but it didn't matter (you hadn't paid for it anyway). You wanted this to be nice and easy for him.

He straddled your lap and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and took control of the kiss, even though it wasn't hard to. He had made a lot of decisions tonight. You felt bad. You were supposed to take charge, let him relax.

Your nails raked over his scalp, pulling away and lining him up.

“Relax for me, baby. It's gonna feel so good, Shiggy. I promise just relax for mommy, ” you said, rubbing his back.

He sunk down slowly onto the toy. His face scrunched up. You kept rubbing his back until it was all the way in.

“You did such a good job, ” your praise, “so pretty when you're all filled up, ”

He was panting with his head in the crook of your neck. You sat there for maybe five minutes, rubbing his back and kissing his hair. You told him how brave he was for trying something new. How he was such a good boy.

He raised his hips experimentally before lowering himself down. He grunted a little and repeated the action. He started to get into a slow, shallow rhythm.

‘This isn't right. He's doing too much work,’ you thought.

You flipped him under you.

“Let mommy take care of you, baby boy, ” you whispered in his ear, “mommy's gonna fuck you real good, ”

He nodded. You kept the same slow, shallow rhythm but gradually sped up. Your thrust became deeper, and his back began to arch as his sweet noises got louder and louder. He raked his nails down your back.

“Mommy go harder, please!” he cried.

You snapped your hips faster. Tears of pleasure rolled down his face as he moaned for you. He got louder and louder as you sped up, pounding into him relentlessly.

“Look at you, sweetie. You're taking me so well, sweetie. My good boy, ” you said.

You left butterfly kisses all over his face. Tomura had the biggest smile as he buried his face in your neck. You changed your angle only slightly, but he began to jerk around and gasp. His moans became more desperate, closer to screams of pleasure.

“Mommy, ” he sobbed, “mommy right there. Please, please don't stop, mommy!”

“I won't stop, baby, don't worry, ” you cooed, “I'm gonna make you cum so hard, baby boy,”

You kept hitting that spot. That spot. The spot that was making him scream, making pre-cum dribble out of his cock and onto his stomach. The spot that was making his cock twitch and throb every time you hit it. He was blabbering nonsense, writhing and scratching your back to the point that it would probably bleed as he was gasping for air.

“Mommy 'm gonna, mommy I-im gonna, fuck, ” he whimpered, “i-im gonna, ”

He threw his head back, trying to meet your thrusts.

“I-im gonna, I'm gonna, ” he scrunched his eyes up, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I'm gonna, ” he mumbled.

Tomura gripped your hips, trying to make you thrust harder. His face scrunched up, and his mouth opened in a silent scream.

“cum!” he cried.

Hot cum shot out of his cock, coating his stomach as his body twitched. He was shaking while his eyes rolled back in his head. Drool dripped down the side of his mouth.

“Mommy, ” he whimpered as he came down.

You made quick work of pulling out of Tomura, causing him to groan.

“Aw, baby, look at the mess you made, ” you gestured to the cum coating his stomach.

You gathered some of it on your finger and brought it to his mouth. He sucked it clean eagerly. You coated two more of your fingers. They were pristine in a matter of seconds. He looked up at you for more.

You tutted quietly, “good boys share with mommy, Tomu, ”

You brought your face down to his stomach and dragged your tongue through the mess, showing him your cum-coated tongue before swallowing the creamy white liquid. After he was all cleaned up, you pulled him into your chest. You rubbed his back, soothing him.

“B-but mommy, I need to make you feel good too, ” he whispered.

“No, no, honey. Just relax, ” you said, pulling him closer, “you did so well for me today, ”

“Thank you, mommy, ” he whispered.

You tucked his head under your chin and tangled your legs together, pulling the blanket up.

“There we go, sweetie. Did you feel good?” you asked.

He nodded, “you made me feel good, mommy, ”

You hummed softly, kissing the top of his head. You rubbed his back until he fell asleep, admiring the way he slept so peacefully. Your heartbeat lulled him to sleep almost immediately. You loved the way he snuggled into your chest. You heard him whisper out a sleepy, “thank you, mommy, ” that made your heart melt.

#shigaraki fluff #shigaraki smut #tomura smut #tenko smut #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tenko #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki tomura #tomura fluff #tomura x reader #mha tomura

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rosequartzwriting · 4 years

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Goodnight and Good Morning

Pairing: Doctor Strange X Fem!Reader

Description: Stephen admires you while you’re sleeping, cuddles while sleeping, and all around a fluffy night and morning.

Warnings: NON! JUST FLUFF!

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Originally posted on Quotev

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The light that came from the lamp on the bedside table was dimmer than he would have wished, but Stephen could still use it to see in the dark room. It was way past sunset, midnight even, but he was wide awake and reading a book with his back propped up against the headboard of the bed. He found himself lost in a fiction book tonight. Since constantly being buried up in sorcery books for his studies, he has not had time to read for pleasure. But you had recommended him a book that he was hooked on and was reading before going to sleep. 'One more chapter,' he had said to himself. But then it was another, and another, he had gotten a little dedicated to it.

While he read, turning the pages with a softly shaking finger, a little noise was heard from beside him. He perked up at this and tore his eyes from the written words to look over to the other side of the bed. Coming from your sleeping form was a light snoring, the little huffs in a soft pattern. Stephen let out an amused chuckle. You rarely snored. He could only recall hearing it a few times. Only when you were exhausted.

And you had been that day. You came back to the New York Sanctum all stressed and body aching from your training at Kamar Taj. You told him the long story of what happened, not only did you push yourself while doing physical training, but your study session in the library was long and infuriating. There were a few times where you struggled to understand the material and you ended up frustrated. You came home with a whirlwind of thoughts, screaming muscles, and your body just ready to collapse.

And so you did. You had not woken up since.

He wanted to help. To help you understand the lesson you were having trouble with. To listen to you if you needed to rant about your stress. Maybe even massage out the visible tension he could see on your shoulders. But all he could do at the moment was let you rest. He would watch over you through the night though. And be there for you in the morning.

Wanting to go back to his book, he turned his attention away from you back to the pages. But your snoring continued. For some reason it distracted him. He was never easily distracted. But he was not currently distracted in a negative way. He was more amused than anything.

Instead, he put his book down for a second and looked at you.

Your face was partly buried in the pillow but the snoring was still audible. Steady relaxed breaths followed in consistency. Your hair was tossed to one side in a messy mass. The covers were pulled up just below your shoulders, and Stephen held back the urge to pull them up further, in fear of disturbing you.

You looked peaceful, the tenseness in your shoulders at bay and a relaxed look across your brow. He cannot remember the last time he really studied your features or little details. When he did, it was like he could appreciate the little things that made him love you as a whole. Even if you were a stressed mess and snoring in your sleep, you looked adorable. He studied you for a little while longer, just watching over you.

Finally, Stephen decided that it was probably time for himself to get some sleep. He was now growing a little tired, so he put his bookmark in the right place and put the book down on the nightstand. Reading could wait. After turning off the lamp, he pulled the covers over his body and rested his head on the pillow.

He shifted a little closer to you, carefully as to not disrupt your sleep. The strong urge to gently grab you and pull you into his chest was hard to push away. But again, you had a very long day so he left you where you were. He let himself relax, eyes threatening to close just only after a few seconds. Maybe he was more tired than he thought. He had no idea what time it was but that did not bother him.

You stirred in your sleep, head rolling and legs stretching out before relaxing once again. The snoring continued however. This made Stephen smirk a little. Again, it was amusing to him. And he found himself falling asleep to the soft rhythm of your breathing and his own heartbeat as it started to calm. He was half asleep when he mumbled a little "Goodnight, (Y/N)" that he himself did not hear.

When Stephen woke up hours later, you were still asleep. You were not snoring anymore but you were still knocked out cold. The sunlight coming in from in between the curtains told him it was already morning, and a glance at the clock on the wall gave him a time. 8:09am. He did not know how much sleep he had gotten, and the slight dizziness in the back of his head let him know that it was not enough.

But he found himself with his arms wrapped around your sleeping form with you cuddling him right back. He must have held you in his sleep, and he hoped he had not woken you up while doing it. From the deep sleep you were currently in, he doubted it. The unconscious impulse to hold each other while asleep was warming to think about.

The sleepiness he felt was slowly fading as he lay there. The warmth underneath the blankets was a little overwhelming, the heat from both your bodies making the bed a bit hot. He knew he had to get up eventually, let go of you and step into the cool air to start the day. But he did not want to move. This was a nice moment. Sometimes he did not take in how nice things like this felt. Falling asleep and waking up next to you every day, being there for you when you fell asleep and woke up. He loved it. Stephen smiled to himself sleepily and held you just a little tighter.

He then decided he was going to make you breakfast. Stephen was good at a lot of things, but cooking was a hit or miss. He was going to try anyways. Thoughts ran though his head of what he could make for you. Coffee first, obviously. And maybe eggs and toast and fruits. Or maybe risk burning down the kitchen with pancakes or waffles. He would figure out what to make, eventually. It was something he could do for you to help with your stress. But first he needed to get out of bed without waking you.

After slowly waking up a little more, he did not know how long he just laid there, he finally forced himself to rise. He slowly moved his arms off of you, fearing any sudden motions would disturb you. When you remained in the same position, he moved away and sat up from the bed. Leaving the comfort of the blankets, Stephen stretched out his limbs and stood to walk out of the bedroom. As soon as he was done preparing food, he would come right back to finally wake you. With breakfast in bed to say good morning.

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You had been woken by the smell of coffee. It was a slow process but you gradually woke up. As your eyes fluttered open, slightly eager for the taste and buzz of what you could already smell, you were greeted with Stephen's warms smile.

"Good morning." He said, already sipping from a mug. He was sitting on his side of the bed above the covers. It looked like he was waiting for you to wake up.

"Morning~"

You stretched out your limbs. When you rubbed away the sleepiness from your eyes and you could see more clearly, you noticed two plates of food on the nightstand beside him along with another mug of coffee. Then you could smell your favorite breakfast food which made you sit up. You would always get up for coffee and food.

"I decided to make you breakfast in bed, I know you were stressed out yesterday."

Your heart melted. "You didn't have to."

He shrugged, "Well I already made it so I can't take it back."

You laughed. You would totally kiss him right now but you were self conscious of having morning breath. This reminded you to run a hand through your hair to smooth it down, you assumed you looked like a complete mess. Yesterday was long and stressful and you knew what that did to you.

Stephen handed you your coffee and food, making your mood a complete change from the day before. It was a sunny morning, you had your breakfast, cozy in bed, and you had your man. This was a good morning indeed.

"What's on the to do list today?" You asked in between bites and sips.

"Why is that the first thing on your mind?" He replied, a hint of a scoff in his voice "Take a second to relax. You're too stressed."

You could not argue with that. Regardless, Stephen told you about his tasks for the day; meeting with the other sanctum masters later before teaching a class. This only reminded you of the material you needed to work on, which Stephen reminded you to forget about for now. You forced yourself to clear your head of any troubling thoughts and just live in the moment.

After finishing your breakfast, you both had time before you needed to get to work for the day. Stephen insisted on staying in bed. You did not protest to the idea. So you cuddled the morning away, wrapped in his arms and all stress forgotten about. You could stay like that forever. Under the covers, the sun coming in through the window and birds singing outside. Your head laying on his chest and hearing his strong and steady heartbeat. The comfortable quiet between you both. His hand stroking your arm for comfort. Just being present in the moment and appreciating it. You loved waking up like this.

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daydream-believin · 3 years

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you’ll never have to be alone

summary: you just can’t wait to see your best friend again, but your master has other ideas

a/n: this is such a mess lmao might turn it into an actual fic when i have time. also that last sentence is not a tswift ref i just like that word and if anything it’s a beauty and the beast (2017) ref. but the title is in fact a tswift ref yes

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• you’re just a humble magician’s assistant, doing your best to stay safe and hidden in Arthur’s realm

• your master has just sent you on a trip to into Camelot to get her a few things

• you’re so excited. you’ve never been out of the forest, let alone the big city before and is that a castle???

• while fetching your master’s things, you run into the most beautiful boy

• and i mean run into, like ow your head

• he sees you wince in pain and panics

• he is so sorry pretty person, he did not mean to body check you, here let him fix it with a healing spell he learned last week

• you’re so caught off guard by the magic

• you throw yourself in front of him, and hiss “do you want to get us both executed?!”

• he laughs and assures you it’s okay, he’s the king’s personal sorcerer’s apprentice so the guards won’t pay him any mind

• you’re amazed at your new friend and his freedom but also his cute laugh

• he offers to help you with the rest of your errands to make it up to you, he has the day off after all and he was bored, so why not help out a cute new friend

• soon it’s time for you to start on the journey back to your master, you bid goodbye to Hisirdoux

• he catches you at your cart, stopping you from taking off before you can slip away. he takes your hand

• “please, i just want to make sure i see you again, can we meet overmorrow?”

• you smile “i’m sure i can find some excuse to come back”

• one meeting led to another, and now you two are meeting in the marketplace every free afternoon you both have

• or at least you two make them free, either by getting chores down early, procrastinating, or just straight up lying

• one day your master tells you to pack her bag and grab your cloak, you two were going to camelot to “make an audience with someone who i’d rather i’d never have to talk to again if not for the troubled times” whatever that meant

• you find yourself in the study of Merlin Ambrosious himself. it’s so cozy here, with the paper covered desk and stained glass windows

• you see your crush buddy Hisirdoux and quietly make your way over to him

• you two have a fun litttle conversation while your master waits for Merlin to arrive. it’s so nice to get to see each other again this week.

• your master raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything to you or ask any questions. that’s strange. normally your master wants to know all about your friends. they think you don’t get out enough

• Merlin enters, making a face, and starts to talk business with your master. it was soooo boring and it was all you and Doux could do not to snore. at least all’s going good righ—

• annnnddd now suddenly you and Douxie are on the sidelines of all out shouting match

• 0 to 60 real fast

• so 🙏 turns out your master is Merlin’s ex wife. damn

• whatever they were supposed to be working together on has been thrown out the window, along with any pretense of civility

• so many insults being hurled. hell, you and Douxie’s innocent ears had never heard half of these words they spat at each other

• you and your best friend looked at each other. neither of you would dare try and calm the two master wizards down, lest you get caught in the crosshai— !!!

• oh! apparently words aren’t the only things being thrown oh dear

• your master snatched your arm and pulled you towards the door with force

• “AND DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT LETTING YOUR LITTLE URCHIN NEAR MY SWEET Y/N AGAIN! I KNOW WHAT YOURE TRYING TO DO! I WONT HAVE IT!”

• come again?

• “ONLY IF YOU KEEP YOUR APPRENTICE AWAY FROM MY URCHIN! THEYLL TAINT THE NOBILITY IVE MADE HIM”

• you weren’t even sure what to make of that one

• before you knew it you were back on the cart, camelot drifting farther and farther into the distance

• you could see Hisirdoux, watching you leave from the balcony of the tower, getting smaller and smaller

• well, if your master thinks she can keep you away from him she’d have to try a little harder. it’s not like she could stop you from going to the market

• she turns to you as if reading your thoughts “i don’t want you going to the marketplace alone anymore, i’ll have to come with you now.”

• okay so maybe she could

• a few weeks pass, and you are dying to see Douxie just one last time

• it was like you were mad. all you can think about is trying to find ways that you might be able to get back to him

• you were cleaning out the donkey’s stall when a bird landed on the post near your head

• or at least you had thought it was a bird. looking up, you discovered that it was in fact a small dragon

• a dragon with a scroll in it’s mouth. he motioned for you to take it

• you gingerly took the slightly damp scroll and unfurled it

• well well well, it looks like mr. casperan has been thinking about you too

• the scroll urged you to sneak out as soon as your master fell asleep and meet him where else, but your regular rendezvous spot at the market place

• the dragon then burnt the message while it was still in your hands. smart? you guessed? you supposed this was to make sure your master didn’t find the note but was burning it really necessary

• needless to say it was a no brainer, and you were out of the house by your master’s first snore

• you had your cloak drawn over your head. it wasn’t hard to find Hisirdoux in the night market. he may have also had his hood up, but he was right where you always met, standing awkwardly in a very Douxie fashion

• you came up behind him and tapped his shoulder, and he about jumped out of his skin

• and then he was immediately enveloping you into a bone-crushing hug

• you two have some fun walking around the night market, never letting go of each other’s hands. Douxie’s face is highlighted so perfectly in the orange light of the torches and cooking fires. you can feel the heat on your own face

• you two stayed around for as long as you could, talking about everything and nothing, but even night markets sleep eventually.

• as you lament to Douxie about having to go back home when all you want to do was have a little more time with him, he stares at you intensely. he could feel his palm sweating while clasped in yours. he took a deep breath

• “we should run away”

• ... “run away?” “just you and me. then we can stay together. even for only a little while. if you want”

• “lets do it”

• and so you were off to who knows where on the back of a horse Hisirdoux most likely stole. or at least skipped getting permission to use it. there was no destination in mind, just to get far away fast. none of that mattered though, as you cling to Douxie’s back in your getaway. he wasn’t very good at it, but at least you were getting somewhere

• you got lost pretty fast

• but no matter, anywhere with Douxie was better than being lonely up in your room

• the sun was just starting to rise when you two finally stopped

• the sunrise coming up over the cliff is the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen. you look over at Douxie and reconsider. the sunrise is the second most gorgeous

• you two are very sleepy, having stayed up all night, and you crash lying in the meadow grass, locked in each others arms

• but your sweet slumber does not last long

• you are awoken to the sound of your name being said very angrily

• you and Doux scramble to sit up. you two are face to face with two furious master wizards

• “YOU STOLE A HORSE?!”

• needless to say your master rarely lets you out of her watchful eyes nowadays. it was worth it.

• your master was summoned to help with the cause at the battle of Kilahead. apparently they were short on forces for some reason. that reason being that they were all dead. you dred having to join the fight but follow your master nonetheless

• maybe the universe just wanted to give you one last treat before you left the plain of existence, but there was your beloved Douxie, all geared up for the fight

• your master ordered you to stay with the main fight to do your best in healing the knights while she went off to who knows where. which was fine with you. now you could be by Douxie’s side

• fast forward and suddenly your master is gone. who knows what happened to her. definitely not you. Hisirdoux’s master is out cold and will be for centuries.

• as devestated as you both are at being without your beloved mentors for deya knows how long, there is a brightside

• now you can stay with each other for as long as you two liked

• and you did

• for almost a millenia

• and will for evermore

#douxie x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #hisirdoux casperan imagine #douxie casperan x reader #douxie imagine #toa douxie #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #douxie casperan #tales of arcadia #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux imagine #my writing

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midnightmoonkiss · 4 years

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Sweet Temptations

Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Summary: The rain certainly provides the perfect atmosphere to nap in.

WARNINGS!: none

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: It was raining a few days ago when I was taking a nap, so I decided to conjure up a self indulgent fic >~<

Just To Clarify:

Izuku is your fiance

you both live together in a house in the mountains

commute to work is probably a pain but oh well

The sprinkle of rain pitter-pattered gently on the roof of your shared home, dribbling off of the sides and thumping against the flat, smooth rocks strategically placed beneath.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Though it was faint, the splashing of its drizzle in the koi pond just beside you could still be heard, even through the paper shoji dividing the two seperate spaces. The fresh yet blissfully familiar earthy scent of it seeped in through an open, wood-framed window not too far from where you sat, rain splattering noisily onto the vibrant red maple leaves just outside of it. The sweet sound molded together with the soft jingle of chimes swaying in the light breeze to create a beautiful melody that soothed your soul more-so than any show ever dreamed of doing.

Downpour was always best in the spring, the cool atmosphere welcoming it with loving arms. It always gave you a good excuse to stay bundled up on the plush couch, sipping at a freshly made cup of herbal tea.

The wide TV just in front of you idly played something you couldn’t quite remember the name of, becoming more of background noise as your eyes always seemed to travel back to the droplets lazily flowing down the foggy glass of the window, dripping down onto the wet frame.

Surely the water would seep inside soon, traveling slowly down the wall just to puddle on the tatami mats, but the fresh air it provided was too good to pass up for something so mundane.

Besides, it would take a long time for that to actually occur.

Days like this were the ones you found yourself loving the most.

A day to relax your bones stiffened by adult duties, letting the sounds of nature wash over your tired being.

A day to not have to worry about anything.

No responsibilities, chores are already taken care of, work all done.

There was absolutely nothing of any importance that needed your immediate attention.

The lack of work wasn’t the only good thing on this fine day, though.

It was the peace and quiet.

A perk of moving into a home a ways away from the bustling city was the relative stillness, as well as the much-needed privacy.

That, and being surrounded by wildlife.

The place was a traditional Japanese home, or similar to it as the realtor had said. Surrounded by trees, flowers, well-placed stones, and babbling brooks.

Living in a house like this was always a dream.

Perhaps thats why you were able to convince your lovely fiance to live here.

Tatami floor mats cushioned your near every step, the woodwork filling the interior the house becoming a sight for sore eyes every time you happened to notice the beautiful craftsmanship.

Everything was pristine.

New, yet held that comforting sense of tradition you always wanted.

A place where you could build a life with your handsome husband-to-be.

Yawning, you placed your tea cup onto the coffee table before stretching out on the couch you had lounged around on for far too many hours, arms rising high above your head. A satisfied groan left your lips the moment your back popped, the sickening crack being far louder than you had originally anticipated.

Boy, was your posture in true shambles.

The bone king quaked at your very feet.

You snorted at the thought, hopping off and stretching your legs out for a moment.

A quick press of the button turned the forgotten television off with a jingly bleep.

No point keeping it on when a new quest had opened up for your curious soul.

The quest of: Finding Izuku and annoying him.

Honestly, who would you be if you spent too long willingly away from him?

His sheer presence was far too calming and therapeutic for you to ever even consider such a foolish option.

Or perhaps you were just as love-struck with him as you were when you first had met.

Besides, knowing him, your big man probably desired your company as much as you suddenly did his.

So, grabbing your cup of tea, you slid your tan slippers on over your Christmas-themed fuzzy socks, wrapping your cozy (F/C) blanket around your shoulders before setting out on your little adventure.

It was around noon, the sun high in the sky shining as brightly as it could behind a plethora of darkened clouds. He always seemed to like reading around this time, his internal clock making his fingers itch for something to grab and run his eyes over.

Oftentimes his fingers swept through news articles on his phone or turned a delicate page of a random book that previously caught his brilliant green gaze at that old book store at the edge of the city that felt, in many ways, like a home you never knew you needed.

The store's calming ambience was the key inspiration for the fairy lights and various decorations scattered about your home, especially that kotatsu that sat in the middle of your living room.

Your feet padded gently on the tatami as you made your way around the house, first checking his little office hidden away in the back. It was hard not to cringe at the state of it. Papers were scattered everywhere and overflowing from the poor trash bin, random maps sprawled out on the desk, notebooks filled with notes and ideas to the left of his old, squeaky chair. It was a mess. Did he ever clean this place?

You were tempted to do so yourself for a split second, before realizing everything was in a specific place for a reason. A reason unknown to you, but known to him, as he explained sorrowfully the one night you did clean his office. He was a messy boy, forever and always. At least with his work. His mind ran too fast for his hands to keep up half the time, resulting in.. chaotic messes only he could comprehend.

Blinking, you slid the door shut with your foot, sipping at your drink as you carried on your search.

The house was quiet, save for the ever-present pattering of rain against it, giving no real indications of his true whereabouts.

Typically you could rely on his persistent muttering to swiftly locate him, but today was as silent as ever. No doubt the atmosphere got to him as well, making him want to relax somewhere and listen closely to the soft rainfall whilst doing whatever he pleased.

Humming, you checked each and every room you came across upstairs first, looking for the man you loved oh-so-much.

As time ticked on and minutes flew by, you found yourself getting pouty, fingers thrumming against the now empty mug as you continued searching.

Where on earth could he be? Sure, the house was a bit big, but you had already managed to cover the entire upstairs floor and the majority of the bottom. Calling out to him would be easier, he’d no doubt reply in that cheery tone that graced his voice whenever he spoke to you, but you wanted to find him on your own. Surprise him to a degree.

His senses were sharp, and he’d hear you the moment you came a few meters near him - no matter how quiet you were, but that wasnt going to stop you from trying to surprise him.

Plus, calling out his name didnt quite seem appropriate. The still, chilly air would be ruined by your voice, and you couldn’t help but subconsciously want this search to go on until you yourself found him with your own eyes, and not use his voice as an aid.

After checking a few more rooms, you sighed heavily, head thumping against the wall as your resolution crumbled beneath your feet.

Was it really worth it? Being silent?

You weren’t even a ninja or some vigilante, you were just a bakery owner who never needed to sneak around, especially their own living space.

With a huff of aggravation, you walked to the kitchen. Holding an empty mug was pointless and served no purpose other than getting in your way, so naturally you decided to get another drink.

Oh, what to choose?

There were so many options to choose from other than tea.

Well, not really. More like, an endless amount of tea and three other things. Probably.

Coffee? No, no, even if you were feeling a bit sleepy, now was not the time for a caffeine high.

Oh!

What about hot chocolate?

Yes! Absolutely!

This cold weather certainly called for a nice, hot cup of a sugary sweet, chocolatey drink to warm your tummy and renew your resolve.

As you were mixing the cocoa powder into your warmed up cup of milk, watching with childish glee as the dark brown swirled with white for a moment until it mixed into a nice tawny brown that reminded you of delicious brownies, a distant noise caught your attention.

Your head instantly perked up, eyes flying up to peer out the large window in front of you.

Rain continued to pour softly down onto the wet and muddy ground, momentary water halos forming as they splatted down onto the darkened pathement.

A car zoomed past, throwing muddied water up onto the far away end of your driveway.

Ah.

So it was a car.

It was hard not to feel disappointed at that, partially because you had hoped it was Izuku giving away his location by accident.

Though he could be quite loud at times, that man had the power to be quieter than a kid told to wake their parent up in a bit to do chores.

With a discontented sigh, you placed the spoon into the sink, sprinkling some tiny marshmallows into your drink before walking off to continue the man hunt.

There weren’t too many places left inside for you to check, and you managed to do so in only a minute or two.

Truly, you were dumbfounded.

Where could he possibly be?

Did he take his car and go somewhere?

No, no, he would have told you if that were the case, and you would have seen him exit the front entrance as well.

So where?

You stopped in your tracks, being slapped upside the head with sudden realization.

Of course he wouldnt be inside huddled away like a lonely hermit on a day like this, no, he’d enjoy it! Breathe in the earthy fresh air as it enveloped him.

He loved the rain far more than you did, so it made sense.

You smiled, taking a big sip of your hot chocolate as you suddenly knew exactly where he was.

It was hard to say you didn’t feel like a complete idiot for missing something so simple as you walked back to the living room.

There was always one place he liked to hang out at during a nice day.

On the engawa hovering over the koi pond.

You stopped just in front of the shoji screen, excitement already sparking in your system.

You rocked back and forth on your feet as you took a breath to calm your racing heart, the goofiest smile etched upon your face.

Your fingers dipped into the slots used to open the door,

One.

Two.

Three!!

“BOO!” You screeched like a banshee down at the man relaxing on a cushion by the edge of the wood, glasses tipping off his nose as his focused eyes stayed glued to the book in his hands.

“Ahh!” He playfully shouts in response, a smirk upon his lips as he notices your exasperated state slinking down onto your knees on the polished floor with a look of utter defeat upon your cute face

“I was trying to scare you..!”

Came your complaint, eyes boring into his own as you pouted.

“I was scared. I screamed!” Izuku chuckles, shoulders shaking as he couldnt control that goofy smile of his.

If he was trying to look convincing, he was failing horribly.

You huffed at his antics, he was far too cute to even pretend to be mad at.

You should have known better, though, trying to scare the number one hero in his own home was like trying to scare someone who knew you were coming from a mile away.

Plus, you knew that before you even realized where he was.

It was to be expected of such a talented guy.

After sliding the shoji shut to keep the warmer air in, you crawled over to him. His upper back rested comfortably on a wooden support beam as his legs sprawled out in front of him, a leather book perched on his lap.

“So, what are you reading?” from the looks of it, it seemed to be an older book of sorts, the pages a yellowish-white and the cover boring no text.

You were now sitting beside him on your knees in what would’ve been shoulder to shoulder if he wasn’t so much more taller than you, sipping at your drink once more.

It was simply too good to resist.

“It was described to me as a ‘classic’ at the store. It’s a book filled with multiple fairy tales, each having a sort of.. theme or moral told in ink at the end. There's got to be at least twenty or so in here..” he spoke with enthusiasm, eagerly showing you the one he was currently reading.

“‘The Little Mermaid’?”

It grew increasingly rare for children to know the tale of The Little Mermaid, or at least, the adaptation of it that was shown on a screen. It was a fairly old film, one you remember your grandparents speaking briefly about with joy, but still a very beloved one. A joyous little tale of a red-haired mermaid seeking the love of a prince. How cute.

But why on Earth was he reading a children's book, then?

Not that you’d ever judge him, it was just that his taste was generally more.. Sophisticated. To a degree, of course.

“Yes. But this is the original one. The true tale of ‘The Little Mermaid’, the one filled with pain and gore.”

“P-pain.. and gore?” Well now that certainly didn't sound like a children's book. Is that why it's called a classic?

He hums, thumbing through a few pages, “It’s kind of inspiring. Each step she took felt like she was walking on glass, but she never gave up on being with her prince. I think, at least, I haven’t really finished it yet.”

“Are all the originals that horrifying?” you looked down at the book with disbelief, certainly not expecting each dream-like fairy tail to revolve around a horror story.

“Some are worse, some are better, but it’s a nice read.” he shrugged, going back to his original place in the book and nudging his glasses back up on his nose.

They always did make him look so gosh darn cute.

His eyesight was as perfect as the sky was blue, but for reading? He needed glasses. They were those cheap kinds found at bookstores, but damn if those black frames didn't pull his handsome face together.

He looked so attractive, even in this dulled lighting.

You’d expect someone to look gloomy when it rains, the shadows casted by the caliginous sky and stormy clouds bringing out the sadness buried deep within someone's soul and causing them to frown. Something mystical yet scientific. The rain always brought misfortune and sorrow, but Izuku has and forever will be that sun that never stops shining brightly no matter what. That optimism despite even the toughest situations always affected the way he looked, and boy did he always look irresistible. Even in this rainy overcast, he still smiled and sparkled with enthusiasm

Just another thing to love endlessly about him

You couldnt tell, but you were currently staring at him with lovestruck eyes and the dopiest smile that ever existed plastered on your chocolate coated lips.

Izuku found himself grinning along with you as his face stayed forward, peaking at you from the corner of his eye.

Your mug of hot chocolate was seemingly forgotten as you hugged his large, muscular arm, an act he certainly didnt mind if the light flush on his cheeks were anything to go by.

“You’ve got a chocolate moustache, princess.” The boy pointed out, lips pressing into a thin line to push down any giggles rumbling in his chest.

“W-what! Really?” oh, how embarrassing. How the hell did you get it on yourself? You weren’t a kid, only kids got those, right? Oh dear.

Just as you were about to wipe it off with your blanket still draped around you, Izuku turned, gently cupping your cheek and gazing deeply into your wide, (E/C) eyes.

Oh man.

His eyes.

Up close, they were the most beautiful thing you ever did see.

Age certainly did affect them, but not in a negative way. No, they were still as captivating as ever, but now there were tiny specks of brown you’d only truly see if you were this close to him, but god did they bring those eyes together. It was like staring into a forest coated in morning dew and shimmering with the blinding light of the sun.

Addicting. You’d certainly be the first to say you could stare into them for hours and never get bored.

“Here, let me.” his tone was softer than ever, yet held a bite of playfulness.

Eyes slipping closed, you nuzzled your rosey cheek into his scarred palm, an act the man you loved couldn't help but find utterly adorable and innocent.

Honestly, you were expecting him to wipe it away with his thumb or something, but the moment you felt something warm and wet lick across the top of your lip, you erupted with laughter.

“Eww! Izukuu!” you nearly choked on the words from how hard you found yourself laughing, weakly pushing his face away.

“What do you mean ew~” That teasing tone he always seemed to use on you during moments like these resurfaced, “i’ve done much ‘grosser’ things to you than just licking your lip, darling.”

Face burning from embarrassment, you whined loudly as he gingerly pulled you into his lap, your thighs on the sides of his own, placing the book down beside him just so that he could hug you close to him.

It was impossible not to relax instantly into his comforting embrace, the blanket previously doing next to nothing to protect you from this chilly air, but his body was like a heater in itself.

So, so warm.

“You’re forgiven.” you mumble against his neck, unintentionally sending sweet shivers down his spine.

“You s-sound tired..” the bashful man stuttered in that cute way he always seemed to do when flustered, hand idly rubbing up and down your blanket clad back.

“Mm.. just a little.” You didn't even realize how tired you were until you had a chance to sink into his warmth. Perhaps searching all over the house for the past half hour wore you out more than you’d like to admit.

Plus.. the calming rain certainly wasnt helping.

It was much more intense out here than it was when inside, the splatter of it hitting the pond not as muffled as before, mainly due to the fact that the pond was so close you could reach out and touch it if you so desired.

Which you didn’t.

Because then you’d get wet.

The sheer thought of getting cold water on your warm skin made you cringe, huffing through your nose just to nuzzle it into the crook of his neck.

Breathing in his scent was like being slapped with all the good things in your life.

He always had a bit of a musky scent. It was hard to tell if it came from his sweat or just natural scent, either way- it wasn’t all that bad when paired with his shampoo and conditioner.

Always one to use, for lack of better words, green scents. Planty scents. Scents that made you just want to bury your nose in his dreamily soft, fluffy green hair and stay there all day, carding your fingers through the locks just to hear his satisfied hum.

In a short conclusion, not only did he radiate manliness, but he also smelled manly.

Isn’t that what his friend, Red Riot, would say? Manly?

It was hard to describe him as anything but that.

He certainly grew up quite a bit after his years at UA, growing taller and becoming even more buff as he got to work on the field more. Age 18 was certainly a convenient time for him to have a growth spurt. And here he was now, 25, littered with scars you always pressed loving kisses to whenever you got the chance, and as handsome as ever.

But he knew you liked his scent, because you would often tell him that. Especially when he got out of the shower. It was actually hard for him to get dressed because you were clinging onto him, enjoying the lovely smells as he desperately clutched at his towel and whined.

It was very easy for him to compare you to a baby sloth, something that always clung to another. It was cute, and he always adored the attention, something he lacked growing up.

Even now, he knew exactly what you were thinking as you sighed happily. Your body seemed to slump against his, fitting into his arms like the puzzle piece he had always been looking for. He’d be damned if he ever lost it.

Pressing a tender kiss against your temple, he smiled the moment he noticed your breathing slowly getting deeper.

“Falling asleep, hmm?” he whispered, “I guess you do nap around this time.”

As expected, he didn't quite get a response other than a simple hum.

You really were too cute.

But he couldn't blame you anyway, it was the perfect weather and place to take a nap.

It wasn't often he was able to nap with you, so you must be inwardly jumping for joy as his heartbeat and soft thumps of rain against the roof lulled you to sleep.

You always felt so.. protected and safe in his hold. And that wasn’t just because he was a hero, no, it was something more primal, like whenever you were in his arms you were always drowning in the feeling of love and safety.

Maybe it was something more than that, but you were far too tired to actually come up with any logical explanations.

So instead, you finally let yourself drip into dreamland in the warm embrace of your beloved, letting gentle chimes swaying in the wind and the relaxing sound of rain be your guide.

And Izuku?

Well, he went back to reading his book, using your lovely ass as a place to rest it.

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raayllum · 4 years

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the future is brighter than any flashback

summary: It's Sarai's third birthday at the Silvergrove and, naturally, the whole family comes over to celebrate. future post war fic, co-written by me and @thosefiveadoraburrs

a/n: title is from "january white" by sleeping at last and fic written for @bouncyfutures. if you want more details about the commission process, check out this post or just message me here on tumblr!

The Silvergrove was always beautiful this time of year, but Callum couldn’t help but feel an extra sense of excitement as December ended. The winter solstice had come and passed, gifts exchanged and candles lit, but the first of January brought the date of something even more precious to him: his daughter’s third birthday. Sarai was finally old enough to be cognizant of what a birthday brought, at the eve of turning three, with presents and uncles and aunts. Her according excitement was infectious. And while as a parent it was also exciting day after day to see her toddling around in the snow, bundled up in thick blue winter wear, a red Katolian hat on her snug, snow-white head, a little change of pace was also nice. A person could only handle so much baby talk, after all.

So by all accounts, today was a big day. Even if Callum really didn’t want to leave his warm, cozy bed just yet, because it was still pretty early. Light peeked out underneath the blinds stretched over their windows, a wedding present from his aunts. Janai and Amaya had said something about Lux Aurean gold being able to both let the light leak through or keep it completely out, depending on the user’s wishes. Rayla liked a little sun, even if when they were younger he’d usually woken up before her; now she tended to rise before him, ever since she’d first gotten pregnant.

He threw out an arm and caught her waist, pulling her close and only rustling their sheets a bit in the process. “Good morning,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her cheek, just missing the purple curve of her markings and the pink of her mouth. Rayla squirmed a little in his arms, drawing closer and pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Good morning, my love,” she smiled with a slight, sleepy yawn. “I thought we had a little longer before Sarai woke up.”

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kimhargreeves · 4 years

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I'm Not Okay (Deadly Class) Billy Bennett x oc x Lex Miller

A/N: There aren't many Deadly Class fics since unfortunately the show got cancelled last year which saddned me a lot. My favorites are of course he punks of course! Billy and Lex. I have on wattpad the same book but the same title so if you want to support me there then you are welcome :) first chapter will be published here in the meantime.

"Hey come back here you brat!"

I laughed as I ran away from the man and hid in an alley and climbed my way up the stairs and into my small home I found a few months back. The place isn't the nicest or cleanest but it's home to me, there's a roof above my head and that's all that matters. Life hasn't been easy for me but I've tried my best to stay alive, I do wish i'd have clean clothes and a nice bed to sleep in.

Or a few friends...I kicked the dirty clothes away from my feet and sat next to the open window and stared down at the man that was searching for me. "What an ass." I took out my money and counted out and saved it on the small lunchbox I have. There's still so much to go.

I have almost 500 dollars but I need more to leave this place. I'm just 16 and here I am still a street rat and wandering the streets to stay alive.

Soon it began to rain and I watched from above some people getting their umbrellas or running across the streets to make it into their cozy home..I places my headphones on began listening to some music on my cassette player.

I've grown fond of this alternative music and i've seen how awesome their style is and how let it look on people. I want to be like them. I hate everyone for the way they treated me, how my parents gave up on me when I was a baby and left me at the steps of a church.

The sound of the music and rain made me feel sleepy. I yawned and crawled over to my matress, adjusted the pillow and rested my head on it. I stretched my hand and turned off the small lamp making the room around me just a bit darker. Since I had no curtains I would have to sleep like this and get used to the cold.

*************

I ended up falling asleep...but as I was about to turn around and sleep some more I felt a presence in my room and that I was right. There was a figure standing by my window staring out, I shot up from my matress and as quietly as I could I grabbed my knife and aimed it towards him.

"I've been keeping my eye on you." The man said right when he turned around and dodged my knife. "How the fuck did you get in?! And who the hell are you?"

I felt something smack my back and I whinced when he stared at me, his expression hard to read. "Language." was all he said while I continued to try and stab him.

"You're a hard one to catch."

"Shut the fuck up-" I felt a hard smack on the back of my head and fell to the floor and last thing I saw was the man slowly walking towards me.

Slowly I opened my eyes and tried jumping out but I saw I was tied up to a chair and I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw the man from earlier sipping some tea and glaring at me. "Where the fuck am I? and who are you? Did that man send you the one I stole from?"

The man sighed to himself and placed his cup of tea down and placed his hands together. "I'm going to be forward here. I had been keeping an eye on you for weeks, your abilities and your way of fighting isn't bad, but they'll easily get you killed.."

This guy stood up and I remained staring at him, "The way you stand and hold the knife isn't tight enough and the way you try to approach your victim is easy to read. Anyone strong enough could have ended you. You've been living on the streets and been saving up am I right?"

My mouth fell open and made me question him even further, "Aha?...Who are you?"

"Can you call me, Master Lin. I'm here to offer you a deal, you'll be fed every day, have a bed, all the necesities you need. In exchange you'll enroll at my school and become an assasin."

With a single slice he cut off the ropes tying me and I stood up and stared up at the serious man. "..Sure why not? It'll be easy." I wave my hand which made him raise an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes and began walking away. I was quick and followed him onto the bathroom.

Don't you dare try something funny on me. I held my knife up ready to attack so Master Lin turned around and moved my hand down so I would stop aiming at him. "Here is your uniform and everything else you need to prepare for classes. Classes start in about 4 hours so I believe it will give you time be ready. I have your belongings back in my office so when you are done make sure to head back. I'll have two students show you around the school and to your dorm." Master Lin was quick and left me alone in the bathroom. It was small but it's all I need to get myself ready.

I looked at myself in the mirror for the first time in a while and saw my reflection. My entire clothes were dirty and stained with mud, my black long hair messy in knots and sticking to my face, and my pale face covered in dirt and sweat. Slowly I peeled my dirty clothes off and threw them at a trash can nearby.

Down I saw my new belongings and saw the schools uniform and other products I needed and I couldn't help bht smile when I saw hair dye. Did master Lin really give me as gift? Just by looking at him I can tell he's a stoic man who likes authority but I'm happy he gave me this.

I read the instructions and did as they told. I bleached my entire head and placed the dye color I always wanted and stepped into the shower. I opened the curtain and stepped onto the floor and sighed relieved when I felt hot water. "This feels nice." I smiled and begsn rubbing my skin and saw how the dirtiness of it was washing itself away.

It felt nice but I had to be ready quick since I stayed in jere for almost two hours. I bloe dried my new hair and couldn't help but stare at me new appearence. "Whoa." I touched my clean face and my hair. I look so different.

Master Lin's uniform kinda looks good on me. I had on the white button up shirt, black tie, the schools jacket, black skirt with black knee high socks and black combat boots.

Quickly I made it to his office and he stared down at me. Does this man ever smile? "I hope you liked your little gift. There will be new clothes in your with everything I said. Your classmates are outside." Master Lin opened the door.

"Seriously! why the bloody hell do we have to take our time off to show some rat around-" Two guys my age were standing there. The one with a mohawk and green hair turned around once the door opened and punched the one who kept talking.

"Shut up." Master Lin glared at them and the other guy turned around. "Whoa." The one with spiky hair said and held a neon pink backpack and slowly handed it to me which I took.

"This is your backpack and all your notes are already in." We heard Master Lin tell us. I blushed when I felt both boys stares on me. Master Lin shut the door and left us three alone.

"Sick hair." The one with green hair complimented with a smile.

"T-Thank you." I smiled back. I dyed my hair pink. The one with spiky hair smirked and wrapped an arm around. "You can call me, Lex, love. Welcome to Kings Dominion."

"Hey hey don't go touching her. My name is, Billy." He said shaking my hand. I felt my face go red. I've never met two attractive guys before. Punk guys.

"Nice to meet you both. I'm Alice but you can call me whatever you'd like." I said managing to not stutter. I noticed Billy's eyes and noticed one is green and the other blue. While Lex's are a dark brown like mine.

"Nice to meet you then love. How about we call you..rat!" I stared at Lex confused. "Why rat?" I ask either of them

"Come on don't be so mean or it that's your way of flirtying you're doing a terrible job. Why not go with Alice or Ally?"

"What do you mean? I'm a professional when it comes to being a flirt." Lex said attacking Billy and holding him down. "Why did you call me rat?" Lex stop and lets go of Billy who stands back straight.

"You're a rat like us. We're the weird outcast group of the school and no one really pays attention to much. They're all the assholes of this place and we're the smart ones." Lex smirks walking next to me.

We began walking around school which I assumed was lunch hour and saw some people giving us weird looks. "We were wondering which group you'd fit in. So as soon as we saw your look we knew you'd be a rat." Billy tells me.

"With your pink hair you're sure to gain some attention. Instead of groups we call them legacies here. There's the Soto Vatos, The Preps, Dixie Mob, Final World Order, Kuroki Syndicate, The Hessians and then there's us, The Rats." Lex explained as we walked past these groups and saw most of them giving us dirty looks especially a girl with curly blonde hair chewing some gum. Billy told me her name is Brandy Lynn. Now I hate her.

Out of all the groups the won that caught me more attentiom was the Kuroki or The Yakuza as Billy puts it but they don''t accept any random person on their team from the looks of it. I glanced over and saw a girl with black short hair and tattoos on both her sleeves.

"Here are the lockers which I like to blow them up. It's hilarious to see all these assholes trying to kill you." Lex laughs and we stopped.

"This is my and Billy's dorm. You're lucky that your room is across from ours love. We'll be having tons of fun." I felt myself go flustered when Lex winked at me and Billy smiled.

"I'm honestly jealous of your dorm." Billy opened mine so I could look and saw that it was neatly done, it was small meaning only I would be the one sleeping here. That's a relief.

"You don't need a dorm partner unlike me. I have to share mine with this dick." Billy jokes. The bell rang and the halls were filled with everyone walking around. "Once classes are done, make sure to head to the rooftop there's where we hang around. We're so glad to have a new fellow rat around this dump." Lex once again wrapped his arm around me and Billy messed up my hair.

I don't know what I got myself into but I finally made some friends and I have a feeling I'll become closer to Lex and Billy...I'm so happy I chose to be here at Kings Dominion.

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