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glassartpeasants · 3 months

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Birds of a Feather

Eustass Kid/Killer x F!Reader

Warnings: Slight gore, blood, angst, fluff, hanakai disease, long fic and tiredly edited

A/N: This took to long to write and to long to type but thank god it's over. Now i can put myself through more self induced torture <3

~~~

It hurts to even hear about him. Even hearing his name felt like cyanide bubbled in your lungs. The pain was something you’ve never experienced before or think you’ll experience again. If you survive first, that is.

It’s been six months since it started. You remember the day the first petal left your lips.

“Oi (Y/N)!” His voice calling your name had your heart skipping a beat. It was like an addictive melody you never wanted to stop. Looking in his direction, you see Kid walking towards you with a scowl on his face. You watched as he passed by the multiple incapacitated Marines that everyone had just finished fighting.

“Yes, Captain? How can I help you?” The way his amber eyes looked down on you had your toes curling in your shoes.

“You almost got Killer hurt 'cause you got your head in the fucking clouds! He had to save your dumbass 'cause you couldn’t see a marine charging straight in front of you, so he had to step in front of you!” Guilt ate you as you lowered your head and fiddled with your fingers. You didn’t mean to zone out; you just happened to look in Kid’s direction and saw him beating every Marine that crossed his path. He looked so beautiful. The way he carried himself and how his laughter rang made your heart do flips. To entranced with Kid, you didn’t see the marine charging at you. Thankfully, Killer did and came to your aid.

“I’m sorry. I just lost focus for a second. I promise it’ll never happen again.”

“Your right it won’t. Cause next time it does, I’m kicking you off the ship. I don’t need weak losers who can’t defend themselves on my crew.” Feeling yoru lip tremble, you try to control your breathing. The last thing you want is to cry in front of him.

“Understood.” With those final words, Kid turns and leaves you standing on the battlefield where tons of defeated Marines lie. As soon as Kid’s footsteps leave your hearing, is when you finally let the tears slip down your cheeks. An unbearable urge to cough erupted in your lungs from the lack of air you inhaled. With a harsh cough, you feel something unlodge from your throat.

Looking down, you see a petal slowly descend to the ground.

“What the?” Grabbing it gently, you study the petal. Trying to figure out if it was the thing that came from your throat.

“(Y/N)! Let’s go!”

“Coming!” Looking down at the petal, you drop it and run towards the Victoria Punk.

~~~

You stand along the railing of the ship as you look at the sunset. The beautiful sight only made a frown appear on your face as the memory of that day sours the scenery.

Remembering the memory more clearly, had another cough leaving your lips. It had tears brim your eyes at the sheer intensity of it. This time, it was the most painful cough yet. When you look down towards your arm, you feel your heart stop, and your eyes widen.

Small bits of blood covered your arms as three white petals laid against your skin. Specks of blood scattered across your skin, and spots littered the flower petals as well. You knew that the flower those petals came from was a white carnation.

Moving your hand to your lips, you gently rub your fingertips along your mouth. Looking down at your hands, you're met with horror, and time stop. A newfound fear made home in your head as you looked at the scene in front of you. The beautiful sunset was replaced by a painful surprise

~~~

Standing in front of your mirror; your eyes can only hound in on the gorgeous carnation that has seemingly bloomed on your cheek overnight. Instead of the gorgeous white petals, you coughed the day before, it was fully bloomed yellow carnation.

Your hand shakes as you reach up to touch the flower. It’s soft petals brushing against your fingers. Gently grabbing the eternity of the flower, you carefully try to pull it off. You hiss, realizing the pain that followed. Gritting your teeth, you take a deep breath before harshly ripping off the cursed flower.

“Fuck!” Grabbing your cheek, you see blood slip through your fingers. Looking around, you see a clean white tank top peaking out from your dresser. You quickly grab it and push it against your cheek. Considering the tank top was so thin, you needed to grab a bandage right away. Unfortunately, the infirmary was a bit away, and it was daytime; who knows who’d be out and about? What if someone saw you? All you could do was run as fast as you could and pray no one saw you.

Grabbing the door handle, you open it and close it as quickly as possible, making a dash for the infirmary. You run as fast as you can without drawing any attention to yourself. Yet just as you see the infirmary door, a familiar voice calls to you.

“(Y/N)? What are you running for?”

‘Shit, it’s Killer.’ You try to give him a quick answer, but the now bloody tank top catches Killer's eye.

“Holy shit (Y/N)! What the fucked happened?!”

“It’s nothing! No need to worry!”

“That cloth is basically drenched!” Killer walked towards you and finally managed to get a good look at you as he grabbed your arms.

“Let me see it.” You gulp before gently lowering the tank top. The small patch of missing skin finally gets air.

“What the hell happened?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it. So please, Killer, drop it. I promise I’m okay. I’m nothing you need to worry about.” Killer’s grip loosens as he looks at you.

“Fine. But I’m fixing it.” Knowing that you weren’t getting out of it any more than you did, you agreed and followed him to the infirmary. The awkward silence suffocating.

“Thank you. You don’t have to, but thank you.”

“It��s…no problem.”

~~~

Killer did a great job patching your wound. He was so careful and treated you like you were made of glass. It’s been forever since you’ve felt so much care.

Thankfully, you never coughed when you were near him. If he reacted like that about your cheek, how’d he react if he saw you cough up blood and a random flower petal? A freak-out would probably be the proper reaction. The only freakout that needed to happen was yours when more flowers bloomed on your skin. Many of them you’ve never seen before. The same happening with the petals you coughed up.

A week has gone by since then, and every flower petal you’ve coughed up and every flower you’ve picked from your skin you kept and put in a box under your bed. You wanted to identify them and possibly see if there was any meaning to any of them. They had to mean something, right?

To your luck, the Vicotria Punk was stopping at an island to get supplies. You could get off and hopefully find a florist or a book to tell you everything you need to know.

“Everyone get ready to dock!” Kid’s voice boomed across the ship, making you grab a mask quickly and the box of flowers you’ve kept hidden under your bed. It wasn’t even seconds after you left your room is when the heat started killing you. While it was your own fault due to the fact you had to cover up every ounce of skin just to make sure the flowers stayed hidden, it was miserable. The flowers that corrupted your body tortured you in more ways than one.

Despite the dreaded heat, you quickly run off the ship, box in hand, and make your way to town, only to be stopped by a strong arm grabbing your shoulder. Turning your head, you feel your cheek heat up, seeing Kid looking at you.

“Where the hell are you going dressed like that?” You didn’t want to lie to him, but he was the last person you wanted to know about your struggles.

“Just disguising myself so I can go into town and grab some things without having the Marines be called.” Smiling up at him through your mask, you can feel your palms start to sweat as you hope it is enough for him.

“And the box?”

“Clothes that I’m gonna get rid of.” Biting the inside of your cheek, you try to hide your nervousness.

“Alright. Grab me a screwdriver. Lost mine.” Kid let go of your shoulder and started to turn around.

“Yes, Captain!” Turning back to town, you begin your journey once more.

The sun beats down against you as you look desperately for a florist or bookstore. The town was smaller than you originally thought, and it made you fear that neither would be available. What would happen if you couldn’t find it? What would happen to you?

“Oof!” While your mind ran wild, you missed the small old lady who had come out in front of you. Falling backward, you drop your box of flowers, causing them to pour out. The bloody flowers and petals out on display.

“I’m so sorry miss! Please forgive me!” Looking up, you see the little old lady smiling at you before looking at you flowers.

“What are those dear?” Seeing your flowers scattered about, you immediately tried to hide them all up back in the box.

“O-Oh! Nothing! Just some arts and crafts!” You let out a nervous chuckle, hoping she couldn’t see past your lie. But the way she looked at you up and down let you know that she didn’t believe you for a second.

“It’s hot outside; why are you wearing something that could give you heat stroke?”

“I just get sunburnt easily! No one likes that, right?” Before you could say another word, the old lady’s face turned serious.

“Come with me. I know.” Before you can utter another word, she grabs your hand and starts dragging you out of the public eye. You thankfully managed you grab your box before she started dragging you into an alley. It was clutched tightly in your hands as you followed the old woman to wherever she was taking you. Simply looking at her, you didn’t deem her a threat, so you just let her drag you.

A small shack behind the bigger buildings comes in sight. The lady drags you harder as you try to figure out what’s going on.

“Hey, uh, where are you taking me?”

“Must talk in private. Your in danger girl.” Her words made unease rise in your gut as you allow her to drag into the small shack. Made from wood, you see tons of trinkets and what some would describe as a ‘witches cabin’.

“Sit girl.” The woman sits you down before standing in front of you. She looks you up and down before grabbing a book from her bookshelf and sitting in front of you.

“Who are you? Why did you drag me here? Where exactly is here?” Question spiraled in your mind as the lady grabs your box and opens it without a heads up.

“Hey! What do you think your-”

“Worse then I thought.” Her words cause a bead of sweat to run down your forehead. Putting the box down, she grabs your hand and holds it with both of her own.

“Your in danger girl.”

“Danger? What are you talking about?”

“You carry a disease that only victims of one-sided love can obtain. Your attire and the box of bloody flowers tells everything.”

“What?! That’s impossible, no way!” You try to rip your hand from hers but her grip was stronger then you could have ever thought.

“The flowers that adorn your skin only bloom on those with an unattainable love. Your mask covers up the petals you cough up does it not?” Her words cause your heart to stop as you look at her with wide eyes. How could she know something like that? You’ve only met this woman today and she’s already telling you things that only you knew.

“How did you-”

“I too once suffered the disease you carry. I know when someones infected when i see it.” Words seem to get stuck in your throat as you racked your brain on how she could possibly know that your in such a position.

“Who is the person you love?” Stuttering, you finally managed speak.

“My Captain. I’m in love with my Captain. Now tell me this disease you claim I have.” A sigh leaves the lady lips as she grabs the book she put next to her. The sound of pages turning had your heart berating faster then you’d care to admit.

You jump when she slams the book down and points to a page. Leaning down you begin to read what it said.

“Hanaikai disease? Sounds fake.”

“Keep reading!”

“Okay! Okay!” Not wanting to anger her, you continue to read.

Hanaikai Disease is a supposedly fictional disease that affects the victims of one-sided love. While said to be fictional, there are cases in recent history where people have claimed to suffer from it. It’s said to be extremely painful the longer it stays inside its host.

Symptoms always start the same. The victim begins to cough up flower petals of the flower that represent how the victim feels about the love they feel for the one they adore.

It’ll continue until flowers start blooming through the skin. Taking off said flowers is extremely painful and highly advised not to do. It causes the flowers to bloom more aggressively and become more painful to remove. During this stage, the victim will cough up blood along with the petals. This is a sign that the disease has finally fully affected the lungs. It’ll get more difficult to breathe.

Next, it’ll drain your energy quickly. Leaving you looking sickly and in even more pain as the disease starts to affect the organs outside the lungs. The victim will be coughing more than before, and what seems like green veins will cover the victim's body. Flowers soon start to cover the rest of the skin on the arms and legs.

Once it’s gotten to this point, the chances of survival are close to none. The disease has taken over the victim's body to the point all one can do is watch as the disease slowly corrupts the body.

The victim will slowly lose their ability to breathe before taking their last breath. What happens to the body after death is unknown. Many death records that were supposedly based on this disease have either been lost or destroyed.

Your mouth was agape reading the horrible words inked on the page. The book tells you things you’ve experienced and what you have yet to endure. How could something so terrifying be so real? No, it couldn’t be real!

‘There is no way in hell this could be real! This has to be a fucked up dream!’ The old lady rubs her thumb along your hand.

“My dear, you need to let him go. He will be the death of you.”

“But-” Looking down at the book once more, you see what’s the only cure for the hell you’ve been contaminated with.

The only known cure for this disease is when the victim's love interest ends up loving them back or the victim loses feelings for the one they loved.

“Lose feelings? How can I do that?” The little old lady closes the book and places it next to her before getting up and moving to grab another book from the bookshelf. She then makes her way to you and trades your box for the book.

“Hey! I need those!”

“Old flowers won’t help. New flowers are the ones you need to worry about.” The lady motions you to sit up and you do so without a word. It's not like you could form words anyway after knowing what you have to do if you want to survive.

“It’s time for you to go. A pirate never stays in one place for long.” Pushing you out the door, the old lady says nothing more before slamming the door behind you.

It all happened so fast that it felt like your head was spinning. Being told that a disease you’ve never heard before was gonna kill you? How could someone respond to that? And then get kicked out before all your questions could be answered? While a million questions still ran through your head, all you could do was stand and look around to try and process what you’ve been told.

~~~

Making your way back to the Victoria, you couldn’t help but feel how heavy your heart had become. Having been told that the man whom you’ve dedicated everything to was going to be the death of you? That the only way to live through the raging disease was to just get over him or have him love you back? Both of those options seemed impossible. Why couldn’t the universe just let you be?

The Kid Pirates were all you had. You had no family or life to get back to. The thought of leaving was out of the question. There had to be something else.

“(Y/N)! There you are!” Kid’s voice rang through your ears, making you snap out of your thoughts. Looking up, you see him stumbling over to you. The closer he got, the more the overwhelming smell of sake became.

“Captain! I got your screwdriver! The best one they had!” Even though it was the most expensive one, it was easy to steal. But then again, you’d steal a warlord's treasure if he asked you-

A harsh cough started to leave your lungs. You could feel the ragged petals leave your throat before getting caught in the mask you wore.

“Ah, just what I was looking for.” Kid completely ignored the horrific cough, much to your delight. You were happy that he didn’t notice and that you picked out the perfect one. It was like your body was on fire when you felt him ruffle your hair.

“Such a good girl.” His laughter had your heart doing flips. The way he spoke made your legs feel weak. Even though he was drunk, you’d take his praise anytime.

“Let’s go. We don’t wanna miss our ride, do we?” Without another word, your lifted off the ground and thrown over Kid’s shoulder. If you could explode in happiness right now, you would. He’s so close. He’s holding you and carrying you in the Victoria Punk. It has to mean something! He’s never done this before! Could this be a sign that he likes you too? Maybe it could possibly stop the disease from spreading?

~~~

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and booze. Kid was so close to you the entire night! Anytime he touched you, it felt like an electric shock shooting through your skin. It was welcomed as you couldn’t help but feel your heart gush. The pain of the disease lessened when he touched you, and combined with the amount of alcohol you’ve ingested, you practically forgot about it last night.

It especially slipped your mind when he kissed you.

You and Kid were walking toward your room, and when you got there, you went to say goodnight to Kid, only for him to pull you close and slam his lips to yours. Your mind filled with colors as the taste of sake filled your mouth when he slid his tongue passed your lips. Digging your fingers in his hair, you pull him closer, wanting to feel all of him pressed against you. Kissing him felt like a dream come true. No amount of imagination compared to how soft Kid’s lips truly were.

It felt like you were kissing him for an eternity before he pulled away. Saliva connected the two of you as you pant, trying to regain air. Your heart beats rapidly as you look at Kid’s lips. His beautiful red lipstick smudged. Every bone in your body yelled at you to kiss him again. Telling you that he was right in front of you.

“Kid! Where you at?” Killer’s voice echoed in the hallway, causing you both to split quickly.

“Ah, shame. Just as we were having fun. Well, see you later, princess.” He ruffled your hair again as he drunkenly stumbled towards Killer’s voice. Kid’s words echoed in your head like an addictive song. If Killer didn’t call him, what would’ve happened?

All you could do was dream.

~~~

A knocking on your door woke you up from your drunken slumber. The intensity of the knock gave you teh impression it was your red headed captain.

The same Captain you kissed last night.

Your eyes shot open at the realization of him being right outside your room. It’s only been a few hours and now you had to face him. A sober him. Jumping out of bed, you start finding any sort of pajamas that made you look as cute as possible. Once struggling to get the clothing on, you rush to the door and open it.

“Oh hey, captain. How can I uh-help you?” Even trying to keep you cool, you can feel your face burning. The look that Kid gives you made your heart beat against your ribs. What could he be thinking about behind those amber eyes?

“Hey. About what happened last night-”

“Oh! Yeah, I-”

“Forget it.”

“Huh?”

“Forget that ever happened. It was an accident, and we were both drunk.” Hearing his words had your blood turn cold and your heart stop. Trying to hide what you felt inside, you put on a tough face.

“Yeah, haha. I was super drunk. Surprised I'm even able to walk.” Trying to hide your cracking voice, you were thankful that the mask hid your trembling lip.

“Good. See you around.” Without another word, Kid turned his back and walked down the hallway. You closed your door, and as soon as you did, the painful sensation of needles pricking your lungs started to reemerge. Struggling to stay on your feet, you fall to your hands and knees as you try to breathe. Ripping off your mask, you can hear yourself heaving. A stabbing pain hit your back as you let out the worst cough you’ve ever done so far. It left tears in your eyes as you coughed hard enough to see more blood than petals.

You felt like a fool. Why did you think that he liked you? It was a drunk mistake. Why couldn’t you see how stupid you were? He’d never shown any interest in you before, so why did you think he liked you after a single kiss?

Tears continued to slip down your cheeks, but the sound of harsh coughing had your mind freezing. It sounded exactly like yours.

But it wasn’t.

You still could barely breathe, but how can a cough sound so similar? It sounds exactly like yours. Just as pained as yours.

Getting up, your struggle trying to stay on yoru feet. Catching yourself in the mirror, you see another flower having appeared right above your heart. It wasn’t there when you put the shirt on; did it bloom when you weren’t looking? You didn’t even feel it!

Swearing under your breath, you grab another turtleneck-like shirt and keep on the long pajama pants. The more skin and flowers hidden, the better.

Leaving your room, the harsh coughing only continued and it added unease in your gut. It sounded exactly like yours when you were in yoru room, but the closer you got, you could hear the deeper tone to it. It sounded close by, so it couldn’t be far.

You follow the noise towards the infirmary. Stopping by the door, you place your ear against it. Your eyes widen hearing the voice behind the coughing. Especially what the voice said.

“Dumb flowers. What the fuck are you?” Biting your lip, you open the door quietly and peek inside. The man you never thought you’d be sharing your struggles with was right in front of you. Bloody flowers surrounded a familiar blue and white striped mask.

“Killer?” Your voice gentle as you enter the room before closing the door.

“Shit (Y/N)!” He quickly put on his mask and turned towards you, Hiding his arm behind his back.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“It’s fine.” The silence was agonizing before Killer spoke up.

“I should go. I uh have to grab something.” Before he can walk out, you stand in front of him and place your hands on his chest.

“You need to see something. It’s important."

“Sorry, but I really have to-”

“I have it too.” Another dreadful silence fills the air as Killer steps back.

“What?” Pulling down the collar of your shirt. A SIngel carnation lying on your collarbone comes into Killer’s view.

“The day you helped stitch my face? It was caused by me pulling off a flower. The reason I’m wearing a mask? To hide the flower petals that leave my mouth when I cough.” Feeling another cough coming on, you pull down your mask and cough into your elbow. Petalserupt from your throat and making tears rim yoru eyes. Once finished, you show your arm to Killer. His speechless reaction made you worry as you threw away the petals and wiped off blood splatter on your skin.

“Do you…know what it is?” Sitting down on the infirmary bed, you pat the spot next to you. Killer seemed to think for a second before sitting down hesitantly and looking at you through his mask.

“It’s kinda hard to explain and understand, so I’ll go slow. Cause even after knowing, I’m still struggling to believe it.” Taking a deep breath, you start to tell him everything the old lady shared with you.

~~~

It was silent in the infirmary after you explained the situation to Killer. You couldn’t blame him if he didn’t believe you. Hell, you still didn’t want to believe it yourself. How could you question the old lady who told you? You’ve never met her before, and she somehow knew that you were suffering simply by looking at you.

“If you're fucking with me (Y/N), I’m going to kill you.”

“I’m obviously suffering with it too! Why would I lie to you?” Just then, Killer let out a harsh cough, and you can see a small droplet of blood fly out from one of the many holes in his mask.

“Hey! Are you okay, Killer?” You place your hand on his shoulder, and his cough only gets worse.

“Shit, I’ll go get you some water!” Running to the kitchen, you throw open the cabinets to grab a glass. You can feel your heart beat rapidly against your ribs as you desperately fill up the glass of water. Once filled, you make your way back to the infirmary. Killer’s cough no longer echoed in the hallway.

“Okay, I got your water-Heyyy, Captain.” To your dismay, you see Kid once again. This time, standing in front of Killer with his arms crossed. His scowl has your palms sweating. You quickly give Killer his water before trying to escape the uncomfortable situation you were subjected to.

“Sit your ass down.” Mouthing a silent ‘fuck’, you turn around and sit on the bed next to Killer once again.

“Care to tell me why the both of you have been acting so fucking weird these past few weeks?” Killer stayed silent, as did you. How were you supposed to explain a disease to a man who didn’t have it? Explain to the man that’s the reason for your suffering through this. Not to mention how it’s supposed to be fictional.

“Fucking spill it.”

"It's hard to explain."

“I don’t care. Tell me why you two are acting so differently, damnit!”

“We both got sick. We’re just helping one another since we got the same thing.”

“Is it contagious?”

“No.”

“Then there's no reason to be distant dipshits.” You sigh and rub your ace. This wasn’t going well at all. Kid’s tone was all you needed to know how close he was to blowing up. You move to whisper in Killer's ear, and you see Kid’s eyes narrow.

“Should I show him the flower on my collarbone? I don’t want to make you take off your mask.”

“That’s a good idea, yeah. Thank you.”

“What the fuck are you two whispering about?” Grabbing your shirt, you pull down the fabric just enough for the flower to be visible. With a nervous voice, you start to explain.

“It’s called Hanakai Disease. Its symptoms include coughing up flower petals and having fully bloomed flowers appearing on your skin as well. The flowers eat away at your body until your nothing but flowers yourself. It’s caused by one-sided lov-”

“You really expect me to believe that shit?! Flowers?! Do I look like a fucking idiot?!” Panic started setting in as you saw the anger swirling in Kid’s eyes.

“I’m telling the truth! I’d never lie to you! Killer, tell him!” Instead of backing you up, Killer stays silent.

“Killer!” Yet no words left his mask. Shocked and having your own anger flooded through your veins at Killer’s silence.

“Are you fucking serious? Help him believe us! Show him or tell him we aren’t lying!” The room was silent again, and you saw Kid’s face getting red with anger. Obviously, Killer wasn’t gonna help Kid understand, so you’d made up your mind to just walk away. You didn’t want to deal with Kid’s rage.

“Why did I even bother telling you? I knew you wouldn’t believe me. No fucking thanks to you, Killer. Fucking asshole.” Opening the infirmary door, you leave the two men while slamming teh door behind you. You can feel tears start to slip down your cheeks as Killer's silence has your heart burning. Just as you thought you weren’t alone, life came back to kick you in the ass.

The suffocating urge to cough soon became too much to bear as you leaned against a wall and started coughing. It felt as if there was a whole frog in your throat from the sheer intensity of your coughs. It made your legs feel weak as you struggled to stay standing. You even take off your mask to hopefully try to get more air to breathe.

Finally, whatever was lodged in your throat managed to fly past your lips with one last harsh cough. A silent thump was felt against your skin as you started to rub your eyes to get rid of the tears. Your blurry vision soon turns normal as you try to find the source of your painful cough. When your eye catches something on the ground, you feel time stop. Instead of what should have been a few measly petals, was replaced by a fully intact yellow carnation. There was a small blood splatter from where the bloodied flower hit the floor. With shaky hands, you grab the flower, looking at it in horror.

Turning your head around to see if anyone saw what happened, you start running as fast as you can to your room.

The book the lady gave you was a flower guide. It told you all teh meanings of the flowers you’ve coughed up. Along with a handwritten note on the stages of the disease. It was almost as if she’d been saving it for another poor soul suffering from the same fate.

~~~

“Hey (Y/N)! Breakfast is ready!” Heat’s voice breaks through your slumber as the morning sun shines against your face. When you open your eyes, you see multiple flowers lying in front of your face. Dried blood covering teh bed sheets and flowers. You must have been coughing them up while you were asleep.

A frown plasters on your face looking at the flowers. Your day already ruined before lunch.

With a deep breathe, you start to move your body out of bed. Yet as soon as you go to stand up, your legs immediately give out under you, causing you to fall to the cold floor.

“You good?”

“I’m fine! Just dropped my book!”

“Alright. Well Killer made pancakes so hurry up before Kid hogs them all!” A sour taste fills your mouth hearing the two mens names. Killer’s lack of back up and Kid’s outburst burned your already bleeding heart. Seeing their faces right now wouldn’t be the best decision for you.

Managing to crawl upon the bed, you feel your body grow cold seeing 2x the amount of flowers you had on you yesterday. That and the small green lines that veined down yoru legs. Words seemed to die in your throat as you look at your arms, worried the same fate had already happened to them. Thankfully though, they were the same as when you went to sleep. Still, you couldn’t go out with your legs in this condition.

“I’m not hungry but thank you for letting me know!” No way you could go out. Especially when you can stand on your own two feet.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Just not feeling the best! Do you think you could grab me some bandages? I have to change mine from last night after an accident!”

“Uh okay? Sure you didn’t fall?”

“Yep! Positive!”

“Okay I’ll believe you. Be right back!”

“Thank you Heat!” You can hear his footsteps leave and only then did you relax. Looking down at your legs, a wave of anger hit you as you stare at the beautiful flowers laying against your skin.

It wasn’t fair. How come it had to happen to you? Why was the world so cruel to taunt you with your unrequited love by having it be the thing that kills you? The flowers littering your skin gave you cruel reminders that no matter how hard you tried to ignore the painful burning of your lungs, it was useless. The worst thing about it was all you had to do is let the man you love go. But how were you suppose to do that? Even thinking about him has a cough bubbling in your throat.

It was so stupid to fall in love with the red-headed brute in the first place. He wouldn’t love you back anyways. His goal is his top priority, and who were you to take that away from him? Plus, even if you were to confess and he rejected you, you fear you’d never be able to stop loving him. A cruel fate is what your life was given to.

You roughly grab one of the flowers and crush it in your hand before ripping it away from your skin. The sickening sound of ripping skin rand across yoru room but you didn’t care. The pain you felt in your heart outweighed the pain of the flowers. Grabbing another one, you begin to rip off all the flowers adorning your legs. Missing patches of flesh appeared each time you ripped off a flower. Blood started leaking from the wounds, yet you paid no mind. Why should you? It’s not like they won’t just regrow. Nothing stitches or bandages can’t fix.

You could feel your body getting weaker simply looking at teh green veins that adorned your skin. Knowing it had gotten to this stage scared teh shit out of you but what could you do? Kid probably hated you now. God why did this stupid disease have ot be so ridiculous?

KNOCK KNOCK

‘Must be Heat.’ With a deep breath, you get up on shaky legs, putting all your weight as you use the bed to move towards the door. You can feel blood dribble down your legs and onto the wooden floor. Grabbing the doorknob and putting all the strength you had to keep yourself propped up, you open the door while hiding your bloodied legs behind it. To your dismay, instead of Heat bringing you the bandages, it was the man you wanted to avoid.

“Hey. Heat was busy, so I brought them.” Staying silent, you look at him with a visible frown.

“I’m sorry for what happened yesterday. I was just too shocked to believe it. I didn’t want to believe it, so I tried to ignore the reality.”

“You could have at least shown a flower on your arm or something! But no! Now he thinks I’m a liar, and you know he hates those!”

“I know, and I’m sorry. Kid’s calmed down now, but I didn’t fully tell him all of it after you left. He shouldn’t think your lying anymore, okay? So come eat, you look sick.”

“I’m fine now, just give me the bandages and go away-” Before you had teh chance to cover your mouth, you harshly cough up another flower. It lands by Killer's feet, causing the man's eyes to widen behind his mask. Turning back up to you, he sees your still coughing and how your struggling to stay up. Your legs stumbled out from behind the door, and he saw your blood-covered legs. Thankfully, he managed to catch you before you lost your footing.

“Jesus christ (Y/N)!” Not bothering to close your door, Killer runs to the infirmary. He can feel your blood stain his hands as small parts of his shirt soak up the blood as he carries you bridal style.

Bursting open the door, he places you on the empty bed before rushing to grab a needle and thread. If he didn’t close all the small wounds, you’d surely get an infection. Not to mention how long they’ve been open. Once he made it back to your side, he finally noticed what else was covering your legs.

“Shit. Those must be those vine things they were telling me about.” Killer quickly gets to work, not wasting another second. If anything were to happen to you, Killer wouldn’t be able to ever forgive himself.

~~~

You didn’t know when, but at some point, you must have passed out. The last thing you vividly remembered was coughing up that flower in front of Killer. Everything after that was a blur.

Opening your eyes, you notice yourself lying in the dark infirmary. Trying to even breathe felt like pins and needles were stabbing your lungs. You try to sit up, but it feels as if all the strength in your body simply vanished.

“Your awake.” Turning your head to the side, you see Killer sitting next to you. His baby blue shirt is the only visible thing.

“Killer?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry for getting so mad. If I was you, it’d probably have done the same thing.”

“No. I should have had your side. Especially going against Kid.” Silence fell over the two of you.

“What time is it?”

“Midnight.”

“How long have you been sitting there?”

“All day.” Your eyes widen at his confusion.

“You’ve been waiting right beside me all day to wake up?”

“...yeah.” His words made your face burn, and heart skip a beat. He didn’t leave your side at all?

“Why? Wouldn’t Kid be upset?”

“He didn’t know. Was cramped up in his workshop all day.” Your heart only beat faster the longer you listened.

“I see. Well, what’s your plan now that I’m awake?”

“Don’t know. Didn’t think that far ahead, I suppose.” You bite the inside of your cheek as you think to yourself. In all honesty, his company was greatly appreciated.

“I don’t mind if you stay here… the bed is big enough for you if I scoot closer to the wall.” It wouldn’t be the first time you had to share a bed with Killer. One time when the Victoria Punk docked on an island for repairs, the crew slept in a hotel. Everyone was arguing about roommates, so Killer managed to make numbers and put them in a stolen hat, telling people to take a number. You and Killer got the same number, so you two were bunkmates until the Victoria was repaired. Then again, that was when he wore his black and white polka-dotted shirt. It’s been so long since then.

“I could crush you. Plus, your sick.”

“A sickness you have. So lay down on the bed…I don’t wanna be alone.” Killer was thankful you couldn’t see his face, if you could, you would’ve seen how his cheeks turned red. While he’s slept in the same bed as you before, this was obviously very different. But when would he get this chance to be so close to you again?

“Okay.” Taking his boots off, Killer slides under the covers. He can feel the flowers that adorned his own skin being moved around as he starts to get comfortable.

“Thank you for fixing me up, Killer. It means a lot.” Even though you try to give him as much space as possible, Killer still could practically feel your body against his.

“Goodnight, Killer.”

“Goodnight (Y/N).” Closing both of your eyes, neither of you notices the two flowers that fell off Killer's arms or how the burning pain in your lungs suddenly vanished. Leaving you able to enjoy Killer’s scent being right next to you.

~~~

Waking up, you see Killer gone from your side. A plate of (favorite breakfast) replaced him on the chair. A small giggle escapes your lips, seeing your favorite breakfast. Still the perfect temp.

Taking a few breaths, you get ready to try and sit up. If today was anything like yesterday, then certainly be a task made for the gods. Yet as soon as you lift yourself up, your shocked to feel yourself sit up with ease. Just yesterday, you could barely breathe and stay on your feet. What did Killer do that gave you the strength to sit up and the ability to breathe properly?

Whatever it was, you’ll have to thank him again later.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Hello? Come in?” You quickly cover yoru body in case the person behind the door wasn’t Killer. To your shock, a familar patch of bright red hair comes into view.

“Captain?” All you heard was a grumble before he closed the door behind him. He crossed his arms and looked away from yoru face, you could see something in his hand.

“Killer told me he forgot to give you a utensil to eat, so here.” Handing you a (...), you gently grab it, your fingertips brushing against his own. His skin rough from working in his shop.

“Thanks, Captain. That’s very nice of you.” While he still refused to look at you, you gave him a smile.

“Killer explained your situation yesterday, so forget about what happened.” Kid’s way of saying sorry was odd, but you’ll take it.

“Ah, I see.” A silence filled the infirmary before Kid spoke.

“Who is it?”

“What?”

“Who’s the person you love?” His eyes stared into yours, and you could feel your face burn at his straightforward question. How were you supposed to tell him that he’s the only one always on your mind? At least, you think he is.

“Oh! W-Well, does that really matter? I can get over it! There's no need to worry about me, Captain! You just focus on being King of the Pirates!” Rambling on, you didn’t notice the way Kid’s body tensed, and his face burned red when you spoke your last words.

“What I would love is for you to achieve your dream, alright? I’m nobody to worry about. Focus on your own happiness.” Hearing your own words made you bite the inside of your cheek. While you didn’t outright say it, you felt like you said it to him. There was something holding you back from saying those words.

No. Not something. Someone.

“I see. I gotta go. There’s a project I need to finish.” With that, Kid left in a hurry. Leaving you no time to respond.

“Bye?” With you being left alone once more, you finally grab your breakfast and begin to dig into it. A smile fell across your lupus as a giddiness filled your body, thinking of the kindness Killer showed you.

~~~

It was a calm day on the Victoria Punk. The sun shone brightly down on the crew as they all did their own things. You were currently lying on a blanket on the deck, soaking up the sun. If you were to tell yourself two weeks ago that you were wearing a short-sleeved shirt, you’d never believe it. Yet here you were.

Five days ago, all the flowers that once resided on your arms fell off. You saw one fall off before your eyes even. When you woke up, instead of huge bloodied flowers in front of you, only small petals took their place. While there were still flowers on your legs, the green ‘vines’ were gone and your strength was back in full. Whatever Killer did that day two weeks ago you’ll never be able to thank him enough.

Now here you are, sitting in the sun and breathing in teh fresh salty air. You don’t know what’s causing the symptoms to go away, but you didn’t dare question it. Why question a good thing?

“Enjoying the sun?” Looking to your side, you see Killer standing above you.

“Very much. What ya doing?”

“Just finished running errands for Kid and doing first mate duties.” Your heart seemed to speed up as you continue talking to the mask man.

“So your free now?”

“I should be.”

“Well, do you wanna hang out with me and enjoy the sun?” Hiding your hands behind your head, you crossed your fingers that he’d say yes.

“I smell like sweat from running around so.”

“I can wash the blanket. When’s the next time you’d get to relax? Plus, I don’t invite just anyone to lay next to me and enjoy the sun.” You see Killer looking down as if trying to think.

“Please? Pretty please?” A sigh leaves the man before sitting down and lying down next to you. About a foot of space between the two of you. Killer’s scent invaded your senses, making a sigh of contentment leave your lips.

“Liar. You don’t smell like sweat. What were you trying to ditch me?” You gently elbow the huge man with a soft laugh.

"Maybe." An offended gasp leaves you, making Killer laugh.

“I’m kidding. Just didn’t want to take any chances.” Turning to your side, you look at Killer. You couldn’t help but study the small scars along his arms. Or how his hair looked so soft, lying along the blanket. The sight made your face burn and your heart beat in your ears.

“Your staring.” Despite your urge to look away in embarrassment, you try to play it cool.

“Am I not allowed to look at a piece of art?” It was something you’d never say to anyone. Something you haven’t said to anyone.

Killer’s eyes widened behind his mask as he felt his heart quicken. Hearing such words coming from you made his cheeks burn and his heart skip a beat. He looked in your eyes to see if you were joking, but all he could see was sincerity.

“Stop it. You're just saying that.” Hearing him deny your words, you decide to up your game. After everything Killer’s done for you, he deserves to be praised.

“Would you prefer ‘pretty boy’ instead?” Killer snapped his head towards you before gently smacking your arm.

“Oh my god (Y/N), shut up.” A smirk rose on your lips.

“Pretty boy! Pretty boy! Killer’s a pretty boy!” Sitting up, Killer grabbed you and covered your mouth.

“I swear to god if you don’t shut up, I’m going to throw you overboard!”

“Pretty boy!” You yell while giggling. While your words were muffled, you knew Killer could still hear them.

“That’s it.” Hetting up, Killer wraps his arms around you and starts walking towards the railing.

“Killer, I swear to god!” Even though you wiggle desperately, it did nothing to losen his grip. The closer you got to the railing, the more you panicked.

“Tell me how cold the water is.” Even though he wasn’t laughing, you could hear the telltale sign of muffled down laughter that he desperately tried to keep in.

“No!”

“What’s going on here?” Both of you turn your heads and see Kid standing and watching with his arms crossed once again. Killer dropped you in shock, leaving you to make a thud against the floor. Looking up at Kid, you feel embarrassment run through you the way he refused to look at you. Why he refused to look at you had you questioning if he had a grudge over you that you weren’t aware of. Whatever it was, it left you feeling small. Making you scoot closer to Killer’s leg.

~~~

You couldn’t sleep no matter how hard you tried. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was Killer lying next to you. All you could think about was him. How he smelled, how his skin felt against yours. The way even the smallest words left his lips had your heart beating faster than you ever thought possible.

Remembering the way he took care of you in your worst moments made you smile. No one’s ever done that before. The memory of him lying next to you on the infirmary bed made your feet kick under the covers. You’ve never slept so good then lying next to him.

There had to be something that you could do to repay him. But what? Scanning your head for anything, you remember how he loved pasta. That was something, but you wanted to give him something that could last longer than 10 minutes. Throwing your hand to the side to grab your glass of water, your shocked when you feel your hand touching a velvet-type surface. Turning your head, you see the flower guide the old lady gave you.

Just then an idea came to you, making you sit up and turn on the lantern light on your nightstand. Opening the book, you begin to search for the perfect flower.

~~~

You wouldn’t leave his mind no matter how hard he tried to focus. Every time he tried to sharpen his blades, all he could see was you. Even the sharp screaming of his blade didn’t pierce the sound of your voice in his head. Your laughter and how sweet your voice sounded when you complimented him felt like a melody he couldn’t ignore.

He also couldn’t ignore how the flowers adorning his skin had now fallen off. All that was left was a small cough every now and then, and even now, the cough was no longer painful. It felt like he could breathe better now. When he thought about it, it only survived to confuse him. The way he felt about you only grew with each passing moment he spent next to you.

Shouldn’t it be getting worse?

His heart only beat faster when he saw you, and his dreams of you only continued every time he closed his eyes. Dreams of you laying next to him at night with his arms wrapped around you. Where you’d kiss his helmet while telling him how much you adored him. Yet those were just dreams. All they’d ever be.

“Killer?” A small tap on his shoulder made him turn around. Your voice quiet enough to barely be heard. When he fully turned around to look at you, he was surprised by a big bouquet of flowers in your hand.

“These are for you.” You shoved the flowers to his chest before looking away from him. Looking down at the flowers, it felt as if time stopped seeing 12 blue roses looking back at him. His voice caught in his throat as he couldn’t stop the rapid beating of his heart.

“I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. You didn’t have to yet you did, and for that, I’ll forever be grateful. And thanks to you…I survived a disease that should have killed me. All the flowers on my body have fallen off, and I haven’t coughed in so long. Last night I wanted to give you a gift, and it’s then that I realized why I’m better.” A shaky breath left your lips as Killer stood before you shocked.

“It’s you. The reason I can breathe and live is you. I…I love you Killer.” Before you could spill out more of your heart, Killer pulled you to his chest. His arms wrapping around you tightly and laid his head on your own. You can hear his heart beat echo in yoru ears.

“I love you too.” An overwhelming burst of happiness filled your being hearing those words. Looking up at him, you grab his mask and place kisses everywhere you could reach. Just then, Killer stopped you.

“Huh?” You see him carefully push up his mask to where only his lips are visible. Before you could say a word, Killer placed his lips against your own. They were softer than anything you’ve ever felt.

And finally, after months of suffering, you can finally breathe in Killer's arms, and he can breathe in yours.

~~~

Sitting in his workshop, a burning pain in Kid’s lungs caused him to pause his project and grip his chest. He’s never felt such a strong cough coming on before in his life. When it finally felt okay to breathe again, Kid’s gaze caught something lying next to his arm. Carefully grabbing it with his metal hand, he brings it closer to his face.

In his hand, the petal of a flower stared right back at him.

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machetegirl109 · 10 months

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Synopsis: After spending the whole Bible study daydreaming of Abby, she finally makes your fantasies come true. *inspiration: vacation bible school by ayesha erotica*

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, F/F, modern!AU, suggestive and offensive language, religion, abby&reader are 18, smut, angst, switch!abby&reader, dom!abby, sub!reader, thigh riding, fingering(r&a!receiving), oral(a!receiving), no aftercare, mean!abby x reader

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Oneshot: Vacation Bible School

❝︎and like every other shitty love story

you came and went❞︎

Church camp happens every year during the summer. It lasts for a week; during this time, you live together in cabins, explore the outdoors, and dine in community, all while learning about religion.

You’ve been taking part in attending ever since you were a little kid. The campgrounds are filled with kids, teens, and young adults. The VBS director would be supervising the assisting staff that consisted of other members of the Christian church, where they were divided into group leaders, an audio/video coordinator, music director, Bible story tellers, game leaders, craft supervisors, and kitchen staff.

This year would be the last summer camp trip for you and the other 18 year-olds before you all start college.

Every year you’d be eager for the summertime, wanting nothing more than to arrive at the huge campsite with lots of green space, bushes and trees, picnic tables and a bonfire. Paths that led to the big main cabin where indoor activities and supper were held, another that led to multiple smaller cabins scattered around a secluded area with some portable wooden toilets by the end of the trail and finally a path that led to the forest where a beautiful river was at as well as a hiking trail.

Although you did enjoy being surrounded by the calming nature and your fellow church peers, what made you anxiously wait for the one week vacation every year was her. Abby Anderson. You two met years ago when you were kids, having to spend the days around each other as you two learned about Jesus and his rules. You and the blonde girl quickly became friends; however you never spoke to each other outside the camping grounds. In day-to-day life, you would only admire her from a distance. Whether it was on the Sunday evening services, or at the school; you paid attention to Abby’s movement as she kneeled to pray, or when she talked to those around her.

Something about her made your hands shake with nervousness, your heart skipped beats just by the thought of her so, so pretty eyes and her strong arms—

“What do you say, miss Y/N?” The pastor interrupts your thoughts and you move your eyes from Abby who’s sitting in front of you to his direction.

“I’m sorry, pastor. What was the question again?”

“What is the message in Ephesians 5:3?” He asks again and your peers, who are seated in a chair circle as the pastor stands in the middle, turn their heads towards you as they all wait for an answer.

“Uh, I… I don’t know…I’m sorry.” You shamefully look at your hands down on lap.

“That is okay, Y/N. We are all here to learn, isn't that right kids?” They all move their heads up and down, agreeing with the pastor. “Can anyone tell me what is the message in Ephesians 5:3?”

“I can.” One of the students complied.

“Yes, Abigail. Go ahead.” As soon as he calls out her name, your head shots up and you’re looking at the girl in front of you again. She clears her throat and before she begins to speak, her eyes meet yours.

“But fornication, and all uncleanness, or covetousness, let it not be onced named among you, as becometh saints;” Abby concludes, her blue eyes never leaving yours. Soon, the priest thanks her for the answer, proceeding with his class and the blonde gives you a small smile. She manspreads on her chair and you feel the blood pump faster into your veins as your body grows hot.

Abby is wearing a white tank top that exposes her strong muscles, black skinny jeans with a heavy-looking belt as well as a pair of black chuck taylor’s. You can’t help but wonder how she would look on top of you, with her blonde hair forming a curtain around your head and her big hands roaming through your body.

After spending the rest of the Bible study distracted staring at the pretty blonde across from you, the class comes to an end. “Alright,kids, that will be all for today. Go ahead and enjoy your last day here and make sure to be ready to attend the bonfire tonight!” The priest leaves the open room located inside the main cabin and soon the students follow behind. Each leaving at their own pace as they conversate with their friends. You look around you and notice Abby is still seated in her chair, like you. She smirks before standing up, making her way to you.

“You seemed a bit distracted. Anything interesting in your mind?” Abby reaches her hand out for you to hold as you leave your chair.

“Oh, nothing, it’s stupid. “ You smile shyly and hold onto her, who soon drops your hand after helping you up. She hums in response as she licks her lips and points her head towards the door, hinting you to follow her as she begins to walk.

“Well, now I need to know what stupid thing you were possibly thinking about while you stared at me the whole study.” You hide your face in your palms, cringing at how you shamelessly looked at her during the class.

“Sorry…” You muffle through your hands before dropping them to your sides again. “I didn’t mean to stare.” Abby lets out a small laugh at your reaction, loving the way you get so shy around her. You two keep walking until you reach the path that led to the area where many small cabins were scattered around.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind.” She quickly scans the area around, checking to see if anyone can see or hear the two of you. “I think I already know what you were thinking about, though.” Her eyes drop to your plump lips and your throat goes dry.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You play dumb and Abby chuckles.

“Hm. I think we were both thinking about the same stupid things.” She raises her hand to your cheek, lightly massaging the pad of her thumb onto your soft skin and then pushing it down to your bottom lip. You feel as if your heart dropped to your core as heat and pulse grows inside your panties. Her hand teasingly grips your neck before she drops it and takes one of your hands into hers, guiding two walk towards the portable wood toilets by the end of the trail.

She looks around once again, checking for people and opens the door as she rushly gets in, pulling you with her and shutting the door closed. Your back presses into the wood as one of her hands pushes you against the wall by the neck. Abby’s blue eyes turned a shade darker, desired in them as she placed her knee between your legs, earning a small moan from you.

“You’ve been watching me the whole week,” She says as her free hand creeps under the hem of your shirt, fingers lightly tingling the skin of your stomach. “But I’ve been watching you too.” She palms your left breast harshly, flicking her calloused finger on your nipple and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. “You know the expression you make when you stare at me?”

You stay silent and her grip around your neck tightens.

“When I ask something, you answer.” Abby says softly and removes her hand from your chest, sliding it down to the side of your hips, carving her short nails into your skin as she moves you to grind against her hard thigh; making you bite your lips as you feel your clothed cunt rub deliciously against the material of her jeans. “Answer me, Y/N.”

“I-I don’t know, Abby…”

“You stare at me with this really pathetic expression on your face,” The lights inside the small compartment die down suddenly before turning back on – And as you look at Abby again, a shit-eating grin appear on her pretty lips.

“The expression of someone who just really wants me to fuck them stupid.” You snake your arms around her neck and she lets go of yours, now hugging your waist as she guides your movements. “Do you want me to fuck you stupid?” Abby whispers in your ear with a rough voice.

“Yes-Yes, Abby. Ple-please.” You ask as you hide your face onto her neck, her pinewood scent filling your nostrils and you moan into her skin. Your hot breath hits against her neck and Abby feels your arousal mark a spot on her pants. A soft blush runs over her soft freckled face and her boxers start to feel heavy by her own wetness.

“Please what, angel?”

“Ple-please fuck me, Abby.” You remove your head from its previous position and forcefully grabs the back of her hair, pulling her face towards yours as your lips smack together. Abby bites and pulls onto your bottom lip and soon her tongue sneaks into your mouth, making the kiss become more heated and sloppy. She hugs your waist tighter. “I want you,” You say in between the kisses. “Jus-just fuck me already, ple-please.”

Abby lets out a moan by hearing your pleas and holds your hips still as she lower her lips to your neck. She nibbles and licks at your skin and you let out heavy breaths and pleasure filled moans. She moves one of her hands to your exposed thigh due your skirt riding up, and she slowly slides it closer and closer to your heat as she caresses your hot skin. Soon enough she cups your pussy through your dripping wet panties, the feeling of her warm hand sends a wave of electricity through your body and you moan her name out.

“I've been wanting to do this all week,” Abby confesses. She slowly drags your panties to the side and runs two fingers up your slick, collecting the liquid of your excitement. “Fuck… You’re so fucking wet for me. So ready for me, baby.” She gives you a quick and soft peck on the lips and suddenly thrusts her ring and middle finger inside your weeping cunt.

“Ah ah ah Abby!” You moan as you feel her fingers filling you. Abby begins to move her fingers in-and-out of you, starting off slow and soon she picks up the pace, pumping them fast and with precision inside you. You rock your hips, following her fingers' pace, causing your clit to deliciously and harshly rub against the palm of her hand. “Fuck Abby,,, you're–ahh fucking me so good…”

Abby lets out a quiet laugh and leans in for another messy kiss, saliva dripping off of both your chins as you make out. She soon fingers into you deeper than before, the tip of her fingers meeting that spongy spot inside you. She presses onto it and you rub your clit harder into her palm. You break the kiss, lips swollen for the biting and sucking.

“I'm gon-gonna cum,”

“I'm here, angel. Cum for me, baby.” Soon something inside you snaps and you feel your body shake as a pleasure washes over you.

“Such a good fucking girl, making a mess all over my hand.” Abby helps you ride out your high, her hand and leg drenched from you as she carefully removes her fingers from your sensitive cunt, letting out a hiccup once you feel empty again. You attempt to catch your breath, chest rising up and down rapidly as you both look at eachother. You hold her hand towards your mouth, cleaning her sticky fingers from your orgasm and she opens a small smile.

“You're so hot,” Abby says giving you one more kiss before removing her leg from in between yours.”So fuckin’ dirty for me.” You kiss her back, pulling at her bottom lip and asking for tongue passage which she happily obliged to. Pushing Abby against the wall, your hands fall to her hips, undoing her white studded belt and letting it fall to the ground. “You're gonna make me feel good, Angel?” She smirks upon seeing a naughty look on your face and you nod.

“Yeah, Abby, I'll make you feel so good…” You kiss her lips and neck one last time before you move towards her breasts and stomach. When you reach her crotch, you shamelessly rub your face against it, causing her to gasp and moan as she forces you onto the floor by your shoulders.

Abby helps you unbutton her pants and you bring them down along with her boxers as you kneel in front of her, the smell of her pussy makes your mouth water. She frees one of her ankles from the clothes, propping her leg over your shoulder and you snake your arm around her tight to keep her secure. She looks down at you, looking like a pretty and desperate little slut just for her. One of her hands goes to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to her glistening lips. You lay your tongue out and you slowly lick her slick bottom to top, reaching her throbbing bud and giving it a harsh suck.

“Uhmm, fuck,” She moans upon the contact, pushing her hips closer to you mouth. “Yeah, just like that, baby.” You finally bury your tongue into her cunt, exploring her as she lets out a string of breathless moans. Abby begins to grind against your face, your soft muscle lapping on her mouthwatering pussy and your nose softly and deliciously brushing against her clit. “Look at me,” She pats your head and you bring your eyes up to her but never stopping fucking your tongue into her. “Lookin’ so beautiful on your knees for me, ahh– s-so so fucking perfect,”

Abby soon feels the tension that sits on the bottom of her stomach is about to explode. Her moves become more messy and rapid as she chases your face. The leg that is up your shoulder starts to shake, the trembling of her body making her to hold onto your free shoulder for support. You notice Abby will soon break and change the focus of your thrust to her needy button, lick and circling your tongue on it and adding two fingers into her.

“D-don't stop, fuckfuckfuc–” Her hips stutter as you scissor your fingers into her, never stopping giving attention to her clit. You feel her pussy gushing around you and she soon releases her juices, making a mess on your hand and face. Abby breaks eye contact as she presses the back of her head onto the wooden wall. She closes her eyes and furrows her brows while coming down from her orgasm. You distance your mouth from her now sensitive clit and gently remove your fingers from her. She drops her leg off of your shoulder and you, still on your knees, move to help her fix her pants and belt.

“No, it’s okay,” Abby moves away from your touch, making you slowly stand back on your feet. “I can do it.” She pushes her black jeans back up and grabs her belt off the floor, quickly wrapping them around the waistband of her jeans. You quietly observe her, hopeful thoughts run around your head, thoughts about you and Abby becoming closer after today – The last day of camp. “So, uhh,” She nervously runs her hand through her blonde strands as her face displays a shameful and regretful expression.

“We should get going, th-the last bonfire will start soon…” You feel as if the ground disappeared, your heart squeezes inside your chest and tears form in your eyes. “Uhm… I'll see you around, yeah?” She quickly exits, leaving you alone in the compartment. You look down at your knees, red and swollen from all the kneeling, and then you look around the small porta wooden potty, your hand palms your face as you take in what just happened. Regret fills you for what you and Abby just did – In a damn porta potty, at church camp nonetheless – and at how easy you gave yourself to her, only to be tossed away just as easily.

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Request - Hi this Is my frist ever request. I love your chapters and your writing is amazing. I wondering if you could write were Bakugou is in love his best friend since childhood but he never told her since she is Izuku cousin. But when she gets asked out multiple times he gets jealous and shows her how much he loves her.

Disclaimers/ Warnings - Friends to lovers, smut, unprotected sex, spanking (happened like once)

Bakugou scuffed to himself as you were stopped again by another student asking for your number. It was lunch and Bakugou usually waited for you before he ate.

He usually was to yell at people to leave you alone but if it wasn't for the fact you were already walking past the person towards him.

"Sorry, I'm eating." You said bluntly with a smile and patted them on the head, directing them to the side gently. Bakugou snorted and continued walking with you in tandem with him.

"How many is that now?" He questioned jokingly drawing a chuckle from you. It's not like he didn't already know, he counts every one of them and remembers their face so he could smash them in later for even approaching you. You shrugged and sat next to your cousin.

"Hi Y/N!" Izuku waved and smiled brightly at you. You hummed softly and smiled at him.

"Hey, guys." You waved at the small group of your friend. Bakugou grumbled and sat on the other side of the table from you.

"How many is what Kacchan?" Midoriya asked Bakugou as you silently enjoyed your cup of noodles.

"Mind your own business shitty nerd." Bakugou barked at Midoriya causing you to defensively kick him in the shin. Bakugou grunted and looked at you with narrowed eyes. You looked up at him through your lashes with an innocent smile.

"O-okay." Izuku chuckled nervously and started eating his food again. You shook your head a bit and went back to your meal. Bakugou silently started to pick at his food, seemingly in deep thought. You hummed softly and turned your attention back to your food.

∆ Lil Time Skip ∆

As you walked out of your last class for the day you were stopped as someone grabbed your wrist. You smiled thinking it was Bakugou you turned towards him.

"Hi, Y/N right?" Someone, not Bakugou asked. You pulled your wrist out of their grasp.

"Uh yeah that's me can I help you?" You asked with a practiced facade.

"I wanna take you on a date if that's alright with you." They smiled and grabbed your arm again. You shook his hand off your arm.

"Sorry, I'm not looking for a relationship at the time." It wasn't a complete lie, you were looking for a relationship but with Katsuki, not some random guy.

"Come on, ill make it worth your while." He tried to put his hand on your waist but you smacked it away.

"And I said no so back off." The mask you had on fell away and your eyes narrowed to emphasize your statement.

"Don't be like that." He rolled his eyes and stepped closer to you. You huffed and turned to walk away but he grabbed your wrist once again.

Your fists clenched and you turned ready to push them away or worse. A smile threatened to spill onto your face as you spot a head of blond spiky hair in your peripheral. You blink and almost jump as you forgot about the person holding your wrist.

"You don't gotta run, I'm not that scary baby." You cringed at the way they called you baby, it made you want to throw up.

"Like I would be afraid of you." You snorted and rolled your eyes. "I just have better things I could be doing than talking to you." You said bluntly and yanked your hand from their grasp.

They growled out in irritation and stepped into your face. You backed away from him in surprise and stumbled into an arm across your shoulders.

"What the hell is taking you so long?" Bakugou growled out to you. Your body relaxes automatically and you back up next to him.

"Nothing, just some friendly chit-chat..." You smiled up at Bakugou hoping that he would just leave the boy alone so you both could leave.

"C'mon I wanna go home before Izuku eats all the snacks." You try pulling on Bakugou's sleeve to make him follow you but the boy couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Listen, man, I was here first, she was just about to give me her number." He grabbed your upper arm and pulled you away from Bakugou. By this time almost everyone had left to go to their dorms, leaving just the three of you in the hallway.

Bakugou's body stiffened up and his arm dropped from your shoulders. You sighed and wrote a number that was not yours on a piece of paper and tossed it at him.

"Now leave me alone." You grumbled and harshly pulled your arm from them. You walked up to Bakugou and tiredly wrapped your arm around his. "Can we go now?"

Bakugou rolled his eyes and removed his arm from your hold. You rolled your eyes and you both walked back to the dorms quietly. Bakugou looked angrier than usual as you guys enters the dorms.

"Bakugou hey, what's wrong... Did something happen?" You asked at the door before he opened it.

"No." He gruffed out and left you standing there. You sighed and went to your dorm room.

∆ Another Lil Time Skip ∆

A knock on your door breaks the silence of your room and your studying mood. It was late and you didn't think anyone else would be awake except for you. You stretched and open the door for whoever it was.

"Hey..." Bakugou stood there leaning on the door frame.

"Hey, what's up Katsuki?" You crossed your arms over your chest and shifted on your feet.

"I'm- sorry..." He grumbled under his breath and avoided meeting your gaze.

"Sorry, what was that, I couldn't hear you?" A smile grew on your face watching as he grew frustrated with your actions.

"I said I'm sorry!" He practically shouted. You laughed and pulled him into your room.

"I know I'm just messing with you. But I don't know what you're apologizing for." You chuckle and sat back down on your bed near your textbooks. Bakugou followed close behind and sat beside you

"About being a jerk to you today..." He sighed and lay on your bed. You smiled and ran your fingers through his hair. Bakugou sighed a little and closed his eyes.

"What was going on today?" You asked but Bakugou hid his face in your blankets instead. You poked his side, back, and shoulders. Bakugou huffed and smacked your hands away making you giggle.

"You can talk to me you know." You poked him again and rubbed his back. You could feel the tension in his muscles.

Bakugou's head tilted as he looked up at you.

"Why did you give that guy your number?" Bakugou asked quietly.

"I gave that guy Mineta's number." You laughed and wrapped your arms around your stomach. Bakugou snorted and a small smile graced his face.

"Why do you have Mineta's number?" Bakugou's smile faltered for a moment.

"For just that reason. I've been giving away his number for so long that I automatically tell it to anyone who asks." You smiled and lay on the bed beside him.

"Why are you giving it away and not your own?" Bakugou's eyebrows frowned as he looked over at you.

"Why are you asking so many questions?" You shot back with a chuckle. Bakugou sighed and rolled to his back, his shoulder and hand brushing against yours due to the small size of your bed.

"I'm joking, I'm joking." You snickered lightly and after a pause, you continued. "But really, what's with the sudden interest in my dating life?"

"I- I just hate when people bug you like that," Bakugou whispered almost like he was talking to himself. You looked over at him and took in the hard look of concentration on his face.

"Are you jealous Suki?" You smiled and sat up so that you were leaning over him. Bakugou pushed you aside and covered his blush by laying his arm over his face. You chuckled and rolled over onto your stomach.

"What... What if I am?" You gasped silently hearing his whisper. Bakugou lifted his arm and looked over at you trying to read your expression.

"I would ask if you were delusional if you thought I would want anyone else besides you Katsuki Bakugou." You smiled softly at him and watched as his vermilion eyes grew wide. A hint of a smile grew on Bakugou's face as he nuzzled himself into your chest.

You both stayed wrapped up in each other before Bakugou started to pepper kisses along your exposed skin. He sucked lightly on the skin drawing a gasp from you.

Bakugou grinned against your skin and bit down where your neck and shoulder meet. Your breath hitched in your throat and you tangled your hands in Bakugou's ashy gold-colored locks. You gently pulled on his hair, Bakugou grunted in response and trailed his kissing back upwards.

Bakugou's lips latched onto your own in a heated kiss. His hands drifted up and down your sides as you pulled him deeper into the kiss. You moaned softly and tugged on Bakugou's bottom lip with your teeth.

"Been wanting to kiss you like this for a long time, to hold you like this." Bakugou breathed out and looked down at you with hungry eyes. Your stomach did flips as Bakugou's hands slipped under your shirt and slowly tugged it over your head.

Bakugou moaned out and pawed at your braless bust. You moaned as he swipes his tongue around one of your nipples. Bakugou switched between your fleshy mounds, making sure to pay equal attention to them both. Your back arched as Bakugou ground his hips into your own, making you feel how hard he was.

You bit your lip as Bakugou pressed kiss after kiss on your abdomen, trailing down to the hemline of your shorts. His bright eyes flutter up to meet yours through his lashes. You bit your lip looking down at him.

"Can I show you how much you mean to me, baby?" Bakugou kissed you right below your belly button. You smiled and nodded your head not trusting your voice. Bakugou's eyes lit up with hunger and he pulled down your shorts and underwear with haste.

"Oh, you look fucking divine baby." Bakugou groaned and licked his lips with hunger. His hands grasped your thighs and pulled them open further. You moan loudly as Bakugou swiped your slick around and pushed a finger past your folds and into your tight walls.

"Katsuki!" Your back arched as Bakugou placed a harsh suck on your clit. You buried your hands in his hair and carefully scratched Bakugou's scalp. Bakugou moaned and trusted a second finger into you.

Bakugou lapped at your clit while curling his fingers deep in you and hummed sending vibrations through your bundle of nerves. The action pushed you closer to your first climax of the night. Your thighs quaked around Bakugou's head as his fingers speed up their thrusting.

"M'gonna cum Suki!" You moaned loudly practically riding his face now. Bakugou pressed a third finger into you, stretching your walls with a slight burn that had you coming around his fingers.

Bakugou drank up your release while continuing to pull and push his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, prolonging your climax. You whimpered as Bakugou removed his fingers from you and placed them in his mouth, cleaning them of your cum.

"Taste so good too, can't believe it." Bakugou groaned and licked away the remaining juices on his lips. You groaned at the sight and pulled him into a kiss by his shirt. Bakugou's tongue invaded your mouth and pressed against your own heatedly as you slowly removed his shirt.

You ran your hands up and down Bakugou's sides, using your nails to lightly drag across the skin. Bakugou shivers and he bit down on your lip.

You moaned and pulled him closer after tasting yourself. Bakugou moaned into your mouth as you rolled your hips up into his, and ground yourself on his erection. Bakugous hand flew to your waist and pressed himself harder into you.

"Katsuki I need you please!" You moaned out. Bakugou bit down on your shoulder and ground himself harder against you, pressing directly into your clit.

Bakugou's hands left your hips and he started to remove the rest of his clothes. You let out a soft moan taking in Bakugou's appearance. His hair was disheveled and framed his flushed face and swollen lips that matched the tip of his cock.

Bakugou had his lips back onto yours in a slower kiss that you followed happily. You wrapped your arms around Bakugou's neck and played with the small hairs at the back of his neck. Bakugou's hands ran down your sides and grasped your thighs tightly and he started to ease himself into you.

You let out a small whimper as Bakugou stretched you out. His hands pushed your thighs further apart to give himself more room to nestle into your tight walls. Tears pooled in your eyes and your nails dug into Bakugou's shoulder blades.

"So good baby, you're doing so fucking good," Bakugou grunted out and kissed your shoulder. You kissed the side of his head and ran your fingers down his back, taking in the scent of sweet caramel.

Bakugou shuddered and started to drag himself through your walls so only his tip was in you before he slammed his cock back to the hilt. You both moaned out each other names as Bakugou thrust his cock through you.

"Katsuki more please." You whined in his ear. Bakugou grunted and held your thighs tightly before he started to rapidly thrust in and out of you. Your back arched into his chest, pressing your body into his.

Bakugou moaned into your neck and bit down on the soft skin there. You moaned at the mix of pain and pleasure, and your walls clenched tightly around Bakugou. A small grunt left Bakugou as your walls rippled and pulsed around him with each thrust.

"So great Y/N!" Bakugou moaned out and raised one of your legs so they rested on his shoulder while the other leg wrapped around his waist. You moaned loudly as he slipped deeper inside of you.

"Katsuki ngh-" Bakugou cut off your moans by placing two of his fingers in your mouth and slapped your ass with his hot hand.

"Shhh don't want anyone stopping us do you." Bakugou quizzed with a grin but shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth causing you to gag.

You moaned around his fingers and tightened your walls as Bakugou dragged his cock over an overly sensitive spot within your cunt. Bakugou removed his fingers from your mouth and replaced them with his lips

Bakugou's hips picked up their pace as he bent your legs over your torso so your knees touched your chest. Strangled groans fell from Bakugous lips as he fought off his arriving climax, trying to wait for you.

"Suki 'm so close." You mewled and writhed in the bed below him.

"Me too baby. Cum with me, please. Milk my cock baby." Bakugou grunted as your walls gripped him like a vice during your release. Bakugou came right after you as he fucked you harder into the bed to prolong each other's climaxes.

You both caught your breaths slowly and basked in each other embrace. Bakugou had his head on your chest with his eyes closed and a small smile pulled at his lips. You giggled softly and wrapped your arms around his torso keeping him close.

"Will you stay here tonight Suki?" Your breathless voice broke the quiet and caused Bakugou's head to raise from your chest.

"Aww baby, I'm not done with you yet," Bakugou said in a fake pout while pushing your hair off your sweat-soaked forehead. You chuckled tiredly and patted his shoulder. You got up from the bed and hazardly pulled a random shirt on with your shorts.

"Alright, let me go get a drink first." You smiled and pecked his lips. Bakugou nodded and pulled you onto his lap to deepen the kiss. You giggled and pulled away from him.

"I'll be right back Bakugou." You kissed his nose and left for the kitchen.

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atlasnessie · 12 days

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please, don’t get rid of me so soon. wings of the devil — mini series

SYNOPSIS — how about, instead of trying to send the demon back to the underworld so quickly, you invite him as your plus one to your friends wedding ?

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OSAMU DAZAI FELT OUT of place. despite standing in his full human form, handsome and beautifully disguised, he felt tense, uncomfortable. he leaned on the wall, watching humans mindlessly dancing their heart away, laughter and cheers filling the air.

dazai was at a wedding that you had been invited to. getting two invitations by the bride (then bride-to-be), he wanted to go. so, so badly. perhaps he could make a deal with another naive human, consume their soul whole and feel ecstasy again, even if it was just for a moment. everything he would do was carefully calculated in his head a few days before the wedding, even having a plan to woo and have a dance with you. but this wasn’t how he thought of it.

you were chatting with a few co-workers that had recognized you, sharing a drink and dragging you away. osamu dazai, however, was nothing more than a plus one. he doesn’t know anyone or anything. as he watches from a distance, the party lights seem all too bright and the women that constantly come up to him with lovesick eyes slowly become nothing more than a nuisance. neon blue lights shine over his eyes and, like lightening, you’re out of his sights.

the demon hesitates for a moment before he sighs, pushing himself off the wall and rubbing the corner of his eyes. bringing himself up and brushing any debris off his most nicest suit, he slyly grabs a champagne glass and going off to find you.

“you don’t talk much in the office, so i thought you wouldn’t be coming !” people laugh in agreement, covering their lips with a hand to hide their teeth. your face feels hot as you awkwardly laugh along, biting on the edge of the champagne glass as your eyes divert away. you wanted to get away, go home and sleep and forget this day had ever happened. you shouldn’t have listened to dazai, nor should you have even brought him here.

wait …

where is dazai ?

your eyes widen slightly in realization as you stare at the ground, feeling your heart drop to your stomach. your mind wanders off to what he could be doing. perhaps charming some young lady you haven’t spoken to before or trying to clog the toilet with various items. you needed to make up an excuse, fast.

“sorry, i need to —”

“there you are, dear !”

your eyes twitch slightly at the voice. speak of the devil. quiet literally.

you slowly turn your head then followed by your body to see dazai practically skipping over to you with a smile and champagne threatening to spill on the fancy church carpets. you could hear the whispers of co-workers wondering who this ever so handsome young man was and- the most important question of them all- if he was single.

“i’ve been looking all over for you. there’s a photo booth i’ve been dying to do with you.” dazai links his arms with yours and smiles down at you, followed by a wink that complimented his charming aura.

“ah, [name],” an older women started, startled by dazai’s charming and glowing looks. “who’s your friend ?”

you blink, unable to speak for a moment. what do you say ? a roommate ? a stranger you’ve never seen in your life ? a devil straight from hell with the goal of killing himself and (or) taking your soul down to the underworld ? as soon as you open your mouth, dazai cuts you off.

“boyfriend.”

“excuse me ?”

“i’m their boyfriend.” dazai says naturally with a matter-of-fact tone, as if the question was asked multiple times before. your arms tense up and your feet are stuck to the ground, legs feeling like jelly as your eyes twitch again.

what ?

what ?!

feeling your face redden at his words, you wave your hands around to dismiss the thought, hands sweaty and your mouth dry.

“n- no ! we aren’t ! he’s just, ah, uhm— he’s just a roommate !”

“you’re breaking my heart here, babe ! i know you love me.” dazai teased, emphasizing the pet name and acting offended, poking your cheeks with a finger. you can feel eyes on you, your co-workers looking at you then at each other. how curious, they never saw you as the type to be dating someone, nonetheless, someone this handsome ..!!

“well, i bet you’re all lovely people, i’m sure of it. but [name] and i have a photo booth to be at and i really don’t wanna miss it.” charming himself out of the situation, dazai drag you along with his arms, not letting you say your goodbyes. walking down the busy church halls, you quietly scold dazai, gritting your teeth as you trip around the carpet now and then.

“are you fucking stupid ? you can’t just say that ! why did you say that ?!” if you could, you would’ve used both arms to stop the demon, give him a good slap and get your car keys out. though, the champagne glass in one hand stopped you from doing so, and … dazai was oddly quiet.

“are you listening to me ? dazai ?”

the demon stops walking, causing you to bump into his shoulder. the booth was unoccupied and empty as dazai unraveled the curtains and pushed you inside without another word.

“hey, what is up with you ?” grabbing you by the shoulders, dazai sat you down on the plush of the small bench after closing the curtains. something was off, you knew it better than anyone else.

“is it the suit ? or the food ? do you not like it ?” dazai sits beside you, not moving a muscle. his shoulders are slumped as he zones out into your words. your voice drops into a softer tone, placing a hand on his arm. “if you wanna go home, just lemme know—”

“it’s not— ” the demon cuts himself off, looking into your eyes with a expression you haven’t seen on him before. his gaze is softer than usual, and his mouth is slightly open, as if he was going to continue.

“it’s not any of that. you just, y’know.” dazai turns to the screen, reading the words and tapping things he shouldn’t. placing a hand on top of his, you set the camera ready as the demon leans back and watches you.

“i’m your demon, y’know that, right ?”

“yeah, one that’s trying to either kill himself or my soul.” you could hear dazai chuckle at your tease, nudging you with a knee before crossing them.

“sure, sure. but i can’t have a bitter soul when i do take it away. those humans were making it bitter and that wouldn’t be satisfying to take.”

you hum in response before lean back, shoulder to shoulder with dazai. you point at the camera with a smile.

“we’ll take three photos. there’s gonna be a copy for both you and me ..!” you smile at dazai as the screen counted down from five. for a moment, dazai felt his non-existent heart beat. as your head turns to the camera to put on a bright smile, the demons eyes don’t leave yours.

shit, he thinks. the flash of the first picture is bright and snaps him out of his trance. the world becomes a haze as your lips move, brows furrowed slightly as you point at dazai’s lips and the only word he follows is ‘smile.’

the screen countdowns again from five, and dazai’s stomach drops.

shit, his mind goes again. by the time the screen flashes one, dazai wraps his arms around your shoulders, laughing suddenly and the camera flashes. his cheek is pressed against yours as he smiles brightly, eyes slit into crescent smiles. the third photo counts down, and you don’t even realize. you complain to the demon not to scare you like that, and dazai lifts his hands up in surrender. the lights flash again. one more picture. dazai was sure he’d make this one count.

fixing your hair as you two wait for the next countdown, you can feel cold hands brushing smaller strands of hair behind your ear. you look up at dazai and his eyes are unusually tender, soft and radiant.

“can i kiss you ?”

“what ?”

“can i kiss you ?” dazai asks again, grinning gently as your face grows red, feeling your ears burn. your eyes are wide and you don’t respond, you can’t. speechless, your lips are cracked open as you try to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. the final countdown arises, and the demons face is closer to yours, more than ever. as the screen glows with the number one, dazai gently kisses the corner of your lips, long enough for the camera to capture and short enough to not make the situation any more awkward than it is.

his lips are tender and sweet, the opposite of what you expected it’d be. a little chapped, but less than you thought. the first thought in your mind was the question of if he was teasing you, but the way he gently pulled away with half lidded eyes and a soft smile, the back of your mind hoped he wasn’t teasing. and, oh gods, your lips tingle as you silently watch dazai pull out the pair of photos, lined up nicely and small enough to put in your phone case.

“how adorable ! you can see your red face here !” dazai looks at the photos and point at the last photo taken as his lips on the corner of yours, laughing and handing you a copy. you want to punch him, throw him on the ground and leave. but …

something bubbles inside of you as you chuckle along with the demon. the silence is filled with laughter with nothing specific as the topic. you both subconsciously think, ‘how long as it been since i’ve laughed this hard about something so stupid ?’

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bebe-writes-stuff · 7 months

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PLEAAAASE WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT BAJI AGAIN!! the last one was amazing 🌹

You stared at the multiple letters you had stuffed in your drawer, not sure how long it's been since this all started, a couple months probably. It all started that one afternoon, you found something jammed in your locker. After Struggling to open your locker, you found a neat light pink envelope. Your heart skipped a beat at the heart-filled letter inside the envelope, it was a love confession. You were surprised to say the least, but what you hadn't expected is that the next day, at the same time, you found a different letter but the same light pink envelope. This time, there was a snack with the letter. A smile tugged on your lips as you finished the last sentence of the letter,

"P.S. I know you missed lunch because of your mathematics exam, I got you a snack. I hope you enjoy them! <3"

You somehow felt safe, instead of creeped out or nervous. It felt as if someone was looking after you, making sure you've eaten and stayed hydrated. That snack turned into more and then into straight up gifts, whether it was a new pair of headphones because yours broke, a new book you've been wanting to read, or a cute stuffed animal with a small note as,

"This reminded me of you! <3"

It was the highlight of your day. Time after time, you hadn't realized that you'd fallen in love with a totally mysterious person. Suddenly, it was Baji's turn to be surprised when he was placing the-who-knows-what-number pink enveloped letter in your locker, when he noticed you had left it open this time instead of him having to bust it open like all the other times. He was going to place his letter, when he found a light blue envelope. In neatly written letters,

To whoever continues to give me those pink enveloped letters <3

Baji snatched the letter, he glared at it hard. Were you gonna tell him to leave you alone and not bother you any longer. He swallowed the lump in his through before gently opening the light blue envelope. He hated how you flustered him when you wrote how you appreciated and loved everything he has done for you and wanted to meet him more than anything. That caught him off guard...you wanted to meet him. Did you know it was him? No way, he made sure he was the sneakiest he could be. But even if you did meet him, would you love a dangerous and wild delinquent like him, also no way. He stuffed the letter in his pocket before remembering his reason for being here. He put the letter in your locker before the school bell rang, conveying the end of the school day. He left before anyone could catch him standing at your locker. That's how it was for the next few weeks that turned into months. You left your locker open in the morning after placing your light blue enveloped letter and waited for the pink enveloped letter in the afternoon. That's how you would say "communicated". It was late at night, you were running back and forth in your room looking for more blue envelopes. You had run out and forgot to get some, little did you know someone was also dealing with a similar problem.

Dammit, I ran out of envelopes. I gotta go to the store.

You were surprised the store was still open at this hour. You didn't waste time, heading straight to the envelope, letters, and gift cards section in the store. You weren't alone. Your eyes scanned over the shelf until you found it.

"Ah, there they are."

You reached out for the blue envelopes only to bump into someone else's hand reaching for a similar envelope as well. You gasped and took a few steps back before lowering your head a little.

"O-oh sorry about that."

FUCK, WHY SHE HERE RIGHT NOW?!

He froze once he realized what truly happened. He couldn't utter a single word. You looked up at him, before tilting your head to the side,

"Uh, are...you ok-"

You also froze once you saw the similar envelope in his hands. You glanced at the envelope in your own and before looking at his again.

Oh, he came for envelopes too...pink ones.

"um, sorry again."

You felt a little nervous under his gaze but you turned around and tried to ignore how he eyed you down. You head to the cashier to pay for the new set of envelopes,

"Is that all for tonight?"

"Yeah, thank you."

You sunk into your bed unable to sleep though. The interaction with the boy at the store never once leaves your mind. That was Baji Keisuke. He acted like a nerd at school...well, he never really got good grades, he just looked like that part. But outside of school, he was a known delinquent. He was violent and wild. This was your first time seeing him outside of school. The pink envelopes he was holding, could it be? No, no, someone like Baji couldn't have a soft spot. It was simply just a coincidence that he was there, at the same store, at the same hour, at the same aisle, wanting the same thing. You could lie to everyone else, just not yourself. You rolled out of your bed and headed to your drawer.

Now, back to where we were. You were staring at the piles of letters in your drawer. The letters were from none other than Baji Keisuke. Now that you knew, you couldn't help but think about all the little details he shared about himself. His best friend, now that you know, he must've meant Chifuyu. The cat that sneaks onto his balcony, Peke J. Were you going to go to school and face him! After all the embarrassing facts you told him, your secrets, your everything! You'd rather die.

"Fucking hell Chifuyu, she found out AND in the dumbest way ever. She hasn't come to school for like a week also."

"It's okay Baji, Just try and focus on this meeting and get your mind off things for a little bit."

He couldn't focus on the meeting or anything for the past week. It had gotten so bad, even his mother was worried. He wanted to tell you in a proper way that it was him writing to you all the time, he wanted a proper way for you to know his fat crush on you. Baji snapped out of trance when he heard Draken's loud shout,

"THIS MEETING'S DISMISSED."

It's over this quick, damn I didn't pay attention to shit.

"Oh, also Baji, there was this girl asking about you before you came tonight. I think she's actually waiting for you down in the parking lot.

"WHAT?! DAMMIT, CHIFUYU WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?! SHE'S IN THE PARKING LOT DAMMIT! IT WAS YOUR IDEA WRITING HER LETTERS, HELP ME BITCH!"

"Wait what?"

Draken was confused to say the least.

"BAJI, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. I AM SORRY! M-MAYBE TRY TALKING TO HER?"

It was a shouting match between the both while everyone stared confused, but they both failed to realize that you heard them from the parking lot and had made your way to the shrine and facing the both of them. Well, Chifuyu noticed first and when he did, all the color drained from his face and he look like he was going to pass away, his last thoughts were

Baji's gonna kill me, Rest in peace me...

"Huh, why'd you look like that? Who's behind m-"

He turned around only to be met with the same fate as Chifuyu. He let him go and stared at you with a nervous expression only to shock everyone watching. Baji, The first division captain of Toman, is nervous because of this girl. A heavy cloud of awkwardness fogged the air between the both of you. You approached first before pulling out a neat stack of pink enveloped letters tied with also a pink ribbon.

"T-these...they're yours aren't they?"

You were flustered and your voice barely audible, you were standing in front of your all-time-crush. He looked away and scoffed,

"Yeah! So what if they're mine, I'll leave you alone if you want...I know you don't wanna mess with any delinquents and that type of shit. Why'd you come here anyway? If this is some prank from you corny ass friends I swear I am gonna-"

"Ohmygosh you talk a lot, just shut up."

You pulled him with both your hands cupping his face into a deep unpredicted kiss, It was almost his instinct to pull you closer. One hand pulled you in with a hug while his other hand found its way to its neck pulling you gently by your throat, wanting more of your lips, that tasted oh so good with your strawberry flavored Chapstick. You pulled away when you both needed a breath of oxygen. Your eyes locked, it was an unexplainable attraction that you both had for each other, it was a spark that you felt, all the way from the night you saw him at the store until now. It was a spark that flickered more and more the closer each step you took towards him until it fully flared when you pulled him into such a sensual kiss.

"Regarding your last letter. Yeah, I'd love to go out with you. <3"

-I'll write a part 2 w/ smut if you guys want, let me know please!

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dilxcc · 1 month

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chapter eight

summary. in which two friends who desperately clings to each other until the other slips away . . .

contains. fem!reader, friends to lovers, this chapter contained some suggestive stuff, fluff, slowburn, cussing, grammatical errors . . .

a/n sorry if this chapter is short 😭 i promise the next chapter will have fluff (they might made up) ALSO I MADE A PLAYLIST FOR THIS BOOK FJKHASJHDHA

previous chapter

the old satoru wouldn't believe it. he wouldn't believe the fact that he had kissed you and pulled away almost immediately, saying that it was a mistake.

he left you heartbroken despite you finally giving in to him. your hand was quick to catch his hand. "what do you mean this was a mistake?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "it was a mistake. you don't have to worry. it's not your fault," satoru explained quickly, not once turning around to meet your eyes.

the grip you had on his wrist loosened and he took it as a sign to leave. "yuuji is alive," was the last thing you heard from him.

you thought that after what he had said, he would act the way he had always act with you. but you were wrong. the thing that you're most afraid of had happened again. it had repeated it's history.

you could only push aside your personal feelings even when the two of you walked passed the hallway and act like a stranger. you were sure that fushiguro and kugisaki were confused as to why the satoru gojo hadn't been clinging onto you for the whole day just yet.

"miss, did you have a fight with gojo-sensei?" the girl asked. "you kids just focus on getting strong. this is nothing you have to worry yourselves about," you quickly brushed away her question.

you can't believe how in love you are to the point that you would cry every night before bed despite saying that you were fine to shoko. and if you're given a chance, you would like to at least slap his face once. just to let him know your pain.

satoru felt his heart clench at the sight of you. how it sped up every time you walked past him. how did you ever get more beautiful than before? or was it that you've always been this beautiful but it was just him who didn't realize it?

he regretted kissing you that day. it wasn't that he didn't enjoy it. hell, he wished he could kiss you forever. but he was afraid. the satoru gojo was afraid that he would be too greedy and only want you to himself. he was afraid that you might change your mind and that resulted in his heart breaking. was it really wrong that he was trying to protect his heart despite how badly his decisions hurt him?

the face you made when he said the kiss was a mistake - he didn't even have to look to know how much it had hurt you too. so why was he still running away? why was he so afraid of the love that you would gladly give him if he let you?

he snapped out of his train of thought, hands still shoved in his pocket as he walked into the pastry shop. every time he sets his eyes on a pastry, he thought to himself, would you like it if he bought you this?

satoru started walking mindlessly, going into multiple shops and coming out empty-handed. though at one particular shop, he went inside and stopped for once. it was the shop where the two of you used to hang out with suguru and shoko during high school. he smiled to himself, remembering how you, him and suguru would get in trouble for skipping school while shoko didn't join you because she for one, doesn't need any more trouble in her life.

his smile dropped once again and he left the store, walking mindlessly down the street again. his eyes landed on a flower shop and smiled slightly at how you reminded him of roses. how beautiful you are yet dangerous when not held carefully.

if he were to be born again after he died, he wished to not hurt you - to not make you cry and make you happy instead. he hoped that it wasn't too much of him to ask - that it wasn't selfish of him to ask for that.

"satoru, do you ever think of love?" you asked randomly, your eyes focused on the book you were reading. the white-haired male pretended to have pondered on your question. it was obvious to himself that he thinks of it every day, every hours, every minutes and every seconds. it was getting embarrassingly pathetic at how much he was thinking of you.

he had thought that you were a form of love in his eyes. "yeah. why do you ask?"

"well, i wondered if we're ever going to get married since we're..." you trailed off. "we're bound to die early," you smiled. "die early?" satoru scoffed. "you're not going to die early. i'm here," he said. it was short and simple. but his words put your heart at ease. "and i will be seeing you get married," he smirked.

you rolled your eyes playfully. "no way. you'll ruin my wedding," you said playfully, nudging his side. "i'll let you ruin mine," he smiled softly. "what's this? the satoru gojo is thinking about marriage?" you said in a teasing tone, your eyebrows slightly raised at the revelation. he shrugged his shoulder, brushing away your teasings. "everyone thought about it at one point, i'm sure,"

"then if you ever have any kids, i will make sure to tell them how uncool you actually are," you stuck out your tongue at him mischievously.

a single tear managed to slip down his cheek. he was surprised. he hadn't shed a single tear ever since the death of his dear best friend. it spoke volumes at how much you meant to him.

he quickly wipes away his tears, clearing his throat before letting his feet wander on their own.

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masterlist

#say you love me #say you love me : chapter eight #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo angst #jjk gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #fluff #angst #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu sorcerer #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #satoru x reader

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mp100days · 2 years

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077 - sorry, nothing ambitious tonight !! just more ageswap doodles :)

maybe… a little bit of as!character ideas under the cut?

-mogami and reigen are very close childhood friends; both lived in rather neglectful households so they spent a lot of their time outside of school hanging out.

-mogami's. er. he's a bit of a brat in the sense he doesn't like being told what to do and is extremely stubborn and does not hesitate at all to act on grudges but he means well enough, and has a desire to assist others. although he does have a tendency to push his emotions and baggage onto reigen.

-somewhere along the line mogami seeks help concerning his psychic powers, and ends up meeting mob, who runs a bit of a counselling-for-espers-turned-exorcism business, who started it because he wanted to give guidance to younger espers who needed assistance- something mob didn't get to have.

-an accident happens on an exorcism outing, where mogami loses control of his own abilities and nearly caves-in an abandoned parking lot right on top of both of them. the stress after the incident causes mogami to impulse-leave spirits and such and skip school for a few days.

-mogami eventually returns to school one day, under intense amounts of stress, but gets into an argument with reigen that spirals into a playground fistfight, and doesn't return again.

-a week later or so(?) mogami hasn't returned at all. reigen visits multiple times, to knock on his door or leave him a text, but there's no response at all. eventually, an investigation is held, where mogami turns up missing. (mogami's mother is still alive, but her condition has worsened and is subsequently moved to a hospital for recovery.)

-after being barred from getting involved in the official investigation, reigen starts his own search. it leads him to mob, an esper running a psychic consultation office. reigen, thinking mob is somehow definitely involved in this, pretends (very badly) to be an esper, and practically begs mob to make him his apprentice, looking to earn his trust and wheedle out what happened to mogami.

-ah... i haven't written out how all the arcs play out, but i think that, eventually, reigen starts forgetting about trying to use mob to get information out of him, and starts to genuinely enjoy spending time at spirits and such and going on exorcisms. mob finds reigen a little bit endearing, if not a bit of a brat at times. reigen encourages mob to start using his powers again, to see them as a part of him rather than a curse- something he's practically locked away within himself for years.

-in the six months since mogami's disappearance, reigen also befriends serizawa, starts a fight with the school's popular clique (Claw), confuses a spirit-possessed boy to be mogami, goes on a spirits and such field trip to look for aliens, and a lot of other things...

-ah... mogami and reigen's friendship wasn't very healthy, even as kids. both of them were very codependent on each other, and often felt stuck to each other in a silent and suffocating way. in mogami's absence, reigen sort of relearns how to unstick from people, and realize he needs to follow his own path, and plan out his own future.

-i'm not sure how the mogami arc will go. i may come up with it in the future... thank you for reading all the way through, though!!

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #ageswap au #reigen arataka #mogami keiji #keiji mogami #mod 1 #sorry discord members who already saw this im. working on the reigen edit #for those of you who dont know how insane i am abt mob psycho ageswap au though. smirks

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 month

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Easy co.’s reaction to their s/o getting injured

genre! angst; romance

warnings! cursing, anxiety, mentions of blood and death, mentions of war, and sad themes.

description! The easy co. boys reaction to you being injured. (no disrespect to any real vets.)

a/n: I made this pretty vague so you can imagine it however you like 😭 but for each persons I feel like it gets progressively longer. Anyways have fun reading!!

taglist: @executethyself35 @linhkhanhcps @1waveshortofashipwreck @grumpy-liebgott @barbeygirl @samwinchesterslostshoe @ronsparky @sweetxvanixlla (sorry i’ve been forgetting to put the taglist friends!! If you want to be on this list, let me know!! :))

(gn! reader)

Dick winters: He would be so worried. His mind wouldn’t be on anything else at the moment other than your well-being. He feels like a bad boyfriend because he wasn’t there to protect you :( He gets so nervous and would try his best to be by your side the entire time that you’re getting well.

Lewis Nixon: He freaks out when he finds out that you got hurt. He rushes to wherever you are and demands to see you. When he does finally see you he’s so gentle and soft. He holds your hand and reminds you over and over again that he will always be there for you.

Carwood Lipton: He somehow feels like it’s his fault. There was nothing he could have possibly done to prevent it, but he feels like a crappy boyfriend for it, he apologizes to you multiple times. Because he thinks he should have been there for you.

Joe Toye:He gets so mad. He’s ready to go out and hunt whoever hurt you. He will honestly go out looking for a fight. When he sees you he gets even angrier though because who could do that to you? He’s hard on himself because he thinks he should have been there to protect you.

Joe Liebgott :When he hears that you got hurt he goes out to find you immediately. He doesn’t care if he gets in trouble or not, you are his first priority. He’s definitely pissed but would never show that you, mostly at himself and the person that got you hurt. But he makes sure not to make his feelings show and tend by your side.

Bill Guarnere: He would be completely irate, but instead of going out and trying to find the fucker that hurt you he would check to make sure you were okay and stable first. “I’ll get him doll. Don’t worry” He would most likely be irritable around the guys for the rest of the day or longer because of it.

George Luz: He’s so so worried. He can’t think about anything else but you. He would hope and pray that you’re okay until he can finally see you. When he does he holds your hand to his chest and rubs your hand softly. Telling you over and over again that everything will be okay.

Bull Randleman: He gets so protective. He would find you almost immediately and wouldn’t leave you out of his sight for a second. He’s so patient and caring while you’re in such a vulnerable state. “Trust me. I’ll never let someone do that to you again, darling. I promise.”

Floyd Talbert: He freaks out immediately, the tough guy act would be completely gone when he sees you get hurt. He doesn’t care about anything at the moment other than you and your safety. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not leaving.” He stays so close to you until you get better.

Eugene Roe: He gets there almost immediately and when he sees you he stops. He’s completely frozen for a second because he hates seeing you in such pain. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise.” He prays in his head the entire time while he fixes you up and hopes that you’ll make it through.

Skip Muck: He gets so serious when they tell him that you got hurt. He wants to know everything that happened to you. How it happened and if you would be okay, he would ask roe relentlessly until he got the answer he wanted. When you finally get better enough to see him he’s so sweet and gentle with you.

Don Malarkey : He wants to go find whoever hurt you but he also knows that he needs to be with you in the moment. He gets so so worried and the other guys would have to reassure him that you’re gonna be okay. He swears he can’t lose you. He can’t bear to do anything until he gets the “yes” that you’re okay.

Shifty Powers: When they tell him that you’ve been hurt, you were already taken away before he could see you. He would just sit by himself in silence. Not talking to anyone or engaging in conversation like he usually does. His spark would be gone until they let him know that you were gonna be alright.

Babe Heffron: His reaction would be a mixture of emotions, he would seem very angry and stressed when he finds out that you’re hurt. He feels like a horrible boyfriend because he thinks he could have protected you from being hurt. On the inside, he’s scared and terrified that you won’t make it back to him.

Frank Perconte: He needs to know where you are immediately once the guys let him know that you’ve been hurt. He feels sick to his stomach when they tell him something bad happened to you. He wish he could just take away your pain and you be happy and healthy. He wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep until he knew you were back to normal.

Ronald Speirs: He gets furious. One because he should have been there with you when it happened, and secondly because he believes that it could’ve been prevented if one of the other men were looking out for you. Until you get back from the hospital he would sink himself into paper work to pass time, waiting until he could see you again.

Chuck Grant: He doesn’t care for all of the details, he just needs to know if you’re okay or not. He honestly wishes that it was him getting hurt instead of you. He hopes that you will be okay and he really wishes that you won’t be in the hospital for too long. He would miss you too much :(

Johnny Martin: He honestly just gets pissed at the world. You’re the least deserving to get hurt and now you’re the one who is in such bad condition . He wishes he could do something to make you feel better. He feels like a bad s/o because he can’t immediately take the pain away from you.

Skinny Sisk: He would be in total shock. It never occurred to him that there was a possibility you could get hurt, his plans of you and him making it out perfectly fine vanished from his mind. If he does get the chance to see you he will promise to do anything to help you get better, and to be there for you no matter what.

David Webster : He thinks it’s a horrible joke when the guys tell him that you were hurt and now in the hospital. He’s in denial for a while. Still shocked that you got hurt when you were just talking to him moments ago. He tries to find a way to see you even if he gets in trouble.

Buck Compton: It breaks his heart when he sees you like that, fear would creep up into his mind and overwhelm him until he knew that you were going to be alright. He genuinely thought he lost you for a second and feels so much more protective over you afterwards.

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winchesterdreamgirl88 · 5 months

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The Other Brother

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader also Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, angst, fluff, BAD WRITING

Summary: You and Dean used to have a small thing together, but you guys drifted apart and Dean left for a little while. After he left you and Sam became very close and eventually it turned into more. You were finally happy and content in life. But what happens when Dean shows up again after a year?

Word Count:2235

A/n: I want to do multiple different versions of this story eventually so keep an eye out for those:) Also I've had serious writers block so I'm sorry if this isn't the greatest. I'm going to try and get better at updating more consistently.

1 Year ago

"Fuck, I can't do this anymore Dean. Sometimes you act like I'm the best thing that's happened to you but recently you've been treating me like some random girl you picked up in a bar."

Things have been rocky with you and Dean for a while now. You got badly injured on a hunt fighting vampires and because Dean was so focused on trying to make sure you were okay 3 of the vampires got away, ever since then you guys have been non stop arguing.

"Oh please, Y/n, obviously you're important to me, why are you acting so crazy?" You and Dean had been together for about 6 months and things were going so well in the beginning. He was so protective, would defend you against anyone who even looked at you the wrong way, but recently you guys have been fighting a lot and it seems like he's done with you.

"Me?? I'm not acting crazy. You used to love me and protect me but now you never come home, we fight all time, hell you barely even kiss me anymore." You said tears started to form in your eyes because he couldn't tell how much he was hurting you.

"You know what I don't need this." Suddenly he turned around and started to walk towards the door. He walked out the door, walked out of your life, and never came back.

Present

It had been a year since Dean had walked out on you, and Sam. You and Sam had gotten really close over the past year. Sam and you began hunting together, you would take over on the research most of the time and Sam was more on the killing side. You two were close before Dean had left but once he was gone something shifted. One night about three months after Dean left you and Sam were doing research together in a library in Nebraska trying to hunt a Wendigo.

Sam had always had feelings for you but stepped aside once he realized you and Dean had. But on that night seeing you in the library with your face buried in a book with your glasses on and hair falling into your face he couldn't help himself. He leaned in closer and tucked your hair behind your ear causing you to look up at him and smile.

"Y/n there's something I've wanted to say to you for awhile now. I've liked you since the day me and Dean met you. You have the kindest heart, the most beautiful smile, your eyes can make me melt by just looking at them. I love you Y/n." Sam said with a sigh of relief that he finally said it.

"I love you too Sam." You said and leaned up to kiss him.

Time Skip 9 Months

You and Sam had been together for 6 months now and you've never felt happier. He was the best boyfriend you could ask for. He was loving, caring, attentive and the two of you rarely ever fought. One night you guys were cuddling on the couch watching tv in the bunker when suddenly someone bursts through the door. Sam and you both got nervous because neither of you was expecting anybody and nobody else you knew had a key. Well except for one person, but it couldn't be him right?

"Stay here, don't move, I'll be back." Sam said as he got up to investigate what was happening. After silence for a while you suddenly heard yelling between Sam and a voice you hadn't heard in a year.

"WHAT THE HELL DEAN! You can't just show up here after a year and expect things to be the same. You really hurt her, she was devastated when you left. You don't just get to come back and think everything's going to be okay. She's mine now! We've both moved on from you. I think you need to leave." Sam finally finished yelling at Dean, neither brother had noticed you standing there.

"Oh please Sam. I had to leave, I had to do what's best for everybody."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know where I've been the last damn year Sam? I've been hunting those assholes that hurt Y/n. I've been tracking them down and I finally found them in Ohio and killed every last one of them. They hurt her and I wasn't going to let them get away with it. I also had to leave because I needed time away from you." You were so confused by what you just heard you didn't know what to do. What did he just say? He left because he wanted to keep me safe? A million thoughts started running through your head.

"Me? What the hell did I do Dean?"

"YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH HER! You think I didn't notice, the whole time we were together I could see you always watching her. Always longing for her, always wishing that she was yours. I'm not an idiot. But you are my brother and she is the woman I love, I wasn't going to stand in way of you two being happy. Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you."

"It looks like I was right, you two are together now and happy and made a better life for yourselves. I'll leave the both of you alone and figure out something else."

When the yelling finally stopped and both brothers finally calmed down they finally noticed your presence in the room. You looked like you had seen a ghost. You ran upstairs past yours and Sam's now shared bedroom and ran into the bathroom and started crying. You were so confused and overwhelmed. When you finally felt strong enough you walked downstairs to see both men just sitting in the living room staring at each other. When they noticed you Sam stood up and ran over to you and gave you a hug.

You accepted his hug but something felt wrong now that Dean was here, you couldn't help but look over at him and see sadness and regret in his eyes. "Sam, could you maybe leave us alone for a minute?" You asked hoping that you could just have some one on one time with Dean to figure things out.

"Yeah of course." Sam said with a sigh, pressed a kiss to your temple and went upstairs to his room. Even though you were nervous and hurt you went and sat down next to Dean on the couch and coughed nervously. He grabbed your hand surprised that you didn't pull away and took a deep breath before beginning to talk.

"I'm sorry Y/n, I just got so angry at the fact that I let those vampires hurt you I couldn't stand the thought of them being alive. I had to leave to make sure that they paid. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry. I just wanted you safe, then once I realized that Sam had feelings for you it made me go crazy and scared. I know he's a better man than me. He can treat you better than I can. he's better for you. When I realized this I decided to leave so the both of you could be happy and finally start a normal life together. I'm so sorry I hurt you Y/n but I guess it's what I'm best at. You and Sam deserve to be happy. I'll be gone in the morning." And with that he dropped your hand, got up and went to the garage.

You sat there stunned and shocked. Everything you thought was wrong. The fact that Dean spent this past year trying to find the vampires that hurt you and kill them, the fact that he wanted you and Sam to be happy even if he wasn't, you weren't sure what to do. Sam suddenly comes down the stairs after hearing Dean leave.

He comes and sits next to you before taking your hand in his. "Look Y/n, Dean coming back here doesn't change anything. I still love you and I still want to be with you. All he's gonna do is cause you pain and suffering and I don't want to see that happen. But I can't tell you what to do, so it's your decision. If you decide to go back to Dean I'll understand. I won't make it awkward, or be mad. We can go back to how it was before no guilt, I promise." With that Sam left you alone with your thoughts.

As if a miracle happened suddenly you knew exactly what you wanted to do and who you wanted to be with. You got up off the couch and started walking.

If you choose Sam

You went into the garage to find Dean working on baby. He hears you come in and stops whatever he's doing to look at you.

"Look, I forgive you. I understand what you did and I will always be grateful for it. But things are different now Dean, I'm in love with Sam. He's the one that makes me happy. But I want you to stay, stay and hunt with us and it'll be like before." You said avoiding eye contact.

"Okay." He said with no hesitation. "I'll stay and we'll try to make this work. You guys deserve each other and I can see how happy you guys are. I'm glad you two found each other. Now go tell Sam before he decides to freak out on both of us." He says now talking with a small hint of a smile. You give him a really quick hug and then run upstairs to go find Sam. You start walking towards your guy's shared room and take a deep breath before walking in. Sam is just lying on the bed but immediately sits up when you walk in.

Suddenly you run over to him and give him a big hug and you feel him relax under your touch. "It's you Sam, you're the one that I want." You said with a big smile on your face. He returns your smile and leans down and gives you a quick kiss.

"I love you so much Y/n, it's always been you."

After a crazy day you both lay down in bed and fall fast asleep. You felt good knowing everything would be okay. You had both boys back in your life and you couldn't be happier.

If you choose Dean

You went upstairs to find Sam, even though you guys shared a bedroom suddenly you felt like you couldn't just walk in so you knocked on the door. "Come in" said a voice that sounded tired and exhausted.

"Hey, can we talk." You said entering the room and then shutting the door. "Yeah of course, come sit down." Sam said making room on the bed for you. This was going to be so hard, you didn't want to hurt Sam. He was one of most kind hearted people you knew, but your heart knew what it wanted. You took a deep breath before talking.

"Sam, these past few months have been great. You've been the best thing in my life, you've made me smile and laugh so much I can't even begin to describe it. But my heart belongs to Dean. I know it's risky and he might hurt me but it's what I want. I don't want you to be angry. Honestly I just wish everything could go back to the way it was before."

"Then it will." He said which made you slightly confused. "All I've wanted is for you to be happy Y/n. So if Dean makes you happy then you need to be with him. Don't worry about me, the three of us will go back to how it was before. Now go find Dean before he leaves." He said and gave you a hug. You got up and started walking towards the door. "Just know if he hurts you again I'm going to kick his ass." Sam said with a smile on his face. "Good to know." You said returning the smile and then running down the stairs into the garage to find Dean.

He had headphones in so he didn't hear you come in. You walked up behind him and placed your hand on his shoulder causing him to jump. He took his headphones out and turned to face you.

"Look, I understand why you did what you did, and I'm so grateful for it. I still want to be with you, my heart still belongs to you, I still love you. But from now on you have to communicate better. If something is bothering you tell me and we'll figure it out together. No more secrets okay."

After a little bit of silence you see Deans face form a big smile and then suddenly he picks you up and spins you around. This causes a big smile to appear on your face, a smile you haven't had in over a year. He decided to take you on a short drive to look up at the stars and talk about everything that happened since he had been away. You looked up at the stars knowing your heart was happy.

#dean winchester #jensen ackles #supernatural #supernatural imagine #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x you #jared padalecki #sam winchester smut #sam winchester #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x reader #supernatural fanfiction

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rustys-lodge · 1 year

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Homeschooled

Requested by : anon : Hi would you write a sis Winchester fic where sams homeschooling her?

Pairings : Sam/ sissy

Warnings : none- just a bunch of cuteness

A/N : I am so so so so so sorry to whoever asked me to write this. I get so anxious about writing it drives me crazzy.

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You had just woken up when the door to your room flew open and a giant silhouette appeared at the door.

"Death..is that you ?" You groaned, your voice hoarse. "Wait, no… Death is short."

A soft snort filled the silence before the lights were turned on, causing you to painfully shut your eyes while a small shriek left your mouth. It was only 8 ammm..

"Get up, we have school." Sam walked over to your bed.

Your vision went black for a second as you rolled yoru eyes to the back of your head. Was he being serious ?

"Sammy." You sighed. "The one perk about homeschooling is the fact that we can do it WHEN EVER"

Your brother only smirked in response, sterness flooding his face right after a little smirked appeared.

"Come on.Get up.”

You whined, rolling over before shrieking again when the the temperature suddenly changed and your body fully froze. Sam was taking the blanket off of you.

You curled into a ball, watching him with disbelief. He watched back.

“Get up.” Your older brother ordered this time. “ Dean's making breakfast."

Once downstairs, Dean greeted you with a big grin, waving over towards the table before he spoke. "Come on, girls. Breakfast is ready."

You smirked, dragging your feet over to the table, where plates of fuming bacon awaited. "Dean...that’s so disrespectful. Why do you keep saying girls when there's only one girl here." You point at Sam, earning yourself a good job smirk from Dean, as he is, as always, the one you learned all that from.

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Finally done with breakfast, Sam whistled at you and you looked up.

“To the library” He commanded and you rolled your eyes, again, slumping your shoulders and pouting, in an attempt to have him let you go. But he only stared at you in response. His eyes undefeated by your attempt. So you just got up, shifting your whole body to the main room.

You plopped down on the chair, waiting as Sam picked up the books for the day.

He’s usually the one to choose what subject to study, as you always choose the easiest for you, english. And although Sam is pretty serious about schooling you, he sometimes let you be, cracking a few jokes along the hours to ease up the process for you.

‘What’s it going to be today ?” You asked half-heartedly, arms crossed over your chest and eyelids heavily sitting at a low level. But instead of verbally transmitting his thoughts, he instead tossed two books over your head, as he was standing right behind you.

Your heart skipped a beat and you jumped back, unconsciously flinching as the hard cover of the books made contact with the table, causing a loud thud to echo through the space.

“Physics.” Sam responded.

Really ?

“You could’ve said that without so much drama.” You gripped the side of your chest, rubbing it gently as your pulse steadied. Sam granted you a two second glare as he walked by before pulling back the chair beside you.

And for the next few hours you had to learn about magnetism and electromagnetism…Something about Fleming’s left-hand rule and about how electric motors work.

As you lost interest quickly, Sam had to improvise and explain other ways, multiple times. . He also had to yell at you to snap your mind back to earth. And just as if you hadn’t suffered enough, he assigned you a few exercises to see how much you learned. Unsurprisingly to you, it only took him two quick minutes of reading to sigh and rest his head against his palm.

You learned nothing.

And since you learned nothing from all the yelling you got, you suppressed a little laugh, causing a sudden change in Sam’s face. As his lips stood in a straight line. He was unamused, unlike you.

“I’m going to pretend like today didn’t happen. Tomorrow we’ll do this again.”

Your eyes lit up. “So we’re done ?”

“Yeah, for today. Starting tomorrow we’ll double the hours. Maybe then you’ll start learning something;”

Sam stood up from the chair and you just internally gasped.

“Son of a bitch !.”

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Good Grief Part I

Erwin Smith X Reader

Sometimes, the things that seem good for us cause us the most grief, and that is why we should always think through our choices.

WARNINGS: this chapter is mostly fluff however the series is angst, canonverse, suggestive, fade to black, underage drinking, insta love, the opposite of a slow burn we went fast, teenage pregnancy, angst at the end, I think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 15.6k (i'm so sorry because it’s no where near over)

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You couldn’t find it in yourself to cry.

Here you were, standing beside your sister at your husband’s funeral and you weren’t crying.

The promise you made to yourself must have applied when he was dead, as well. You truly had no more tears to shed for this man.

You hold a poker face during the service, and when you go up to collect the folded flag and bolo tie that belonged to him, you bow your head and quietly thank Hange, the new commander.

Even Hange can see that you could care less.

You almost worry about how showing no emotion could change your reputation, but as you hand your daughter the things you were given and begin to wheel her to the side of the stage, you decide you don’t care.

You look out at the soldiers Erwin led with a blank face, showing no sympathy for your dearly beloved.

You wonder where it was that everything went wrong—where your marriage to the famous Erwin Smith began going downhill.

There are multiple points in time it could have started, you suppose. It’s difficult to pinpoint exactly when it was, since looking back he truly hadn’t changed like you claimed he had in your last argument.

Perhaps everything was set in motion as early as the night you met him . . .

—

It was a dangerously hot day, the hottest of the summer.

It was busy at the bar, which made an excessive amount of work for both you and your sister that neither of you wanted to do.

You spent your shift pushing forward, constantly keeping the thought of moving out and finding a different job as soon as you could in the back of your mind.

Sure, there was a certain charm to the family owned bar, but it always got so tiring. Patrons were nice enough when sober, but as soon as they had one too many drinks the groping and ogling would begin. Whether it be to employees or other customers, a woman was always getting catcalled.

Your sister, however, didn’t seem to mind it. In fact, Marie always continued work with a soft smile on her face no matter what happened. There would always be talk about how she would be the next to run the bar, as there was no son to inherit it. It made sense, for even when Marie seemed stressed she was always found serving drinks and food.

Sometimes, you thought the bar was her happy place.

You were just beginning to open a keg when he walked in, tall and blond and oh, so handsome. Your heart practically skipped a beat, and you swore you fell in love.

However ridiculous you believed love at first sight to be, there was no denying the attraction you felt toward him since the moment you laid eyes on him.

“Y/n, are you alright?”

You hummed, abruptly peeling your gaze away from the blond and turning to Marie. “What? Oh, yes. I’m fine.”

Marie raised a perfect eyebrow. “Sure? Because you’re spilling beer all over your skirt.”

A soft look of confusion crossed your face, and you started to deny her before you looked down, noticing the new wet spot on the side of your dress.

“Oh!” You flipped the switch on the keg, stopping the flow of alcohol. “Right.” You nervously chuckled, setting the cup you were filling on the counter and grabbing a few napkins. You lifted your skirt and attempted to clean it off, but to no avail. The patch barely dried and you knew it would be weeks before both the smell and the stain would come out.

You sighed, dropping your skirt and tossing the used napkins in the trash. “I’ll have to go change,” you quietly complained to yourself, looking over your skirt again.

Marie hummed, but she was distracted. Her gaze had moved toward the direction you were looking in before she caught your attention. When she saw the two boys (both cadets, they had told her. They came to the bar quite often), she smiled.

“Oh, one of them,” she said. Her smile and tone were suggestive, and you looked up curiously from the lilt in her voice.

“What? Who is them?” Your gaze moved out to the bar, searching through the crowded room of patrons before you found him again. He sat with who you could only assume was his friend at a table facing you. You stared at him for a moment, before quickly averting your eyes and pretending to look around when he moved his attention from his friend to you.

Marie gasped knowingly, holding a hand to her mouth in mock surprise. “It is. Which one?”

Marie moved her head to better see them, trying to puzzle out which it could be before you softly grabbed her by the jaw and turned her to face you.

“Don’t make it obvious!” you whispered. You let go of her face. “Now, can I borrow a dress? Mine are all hanging out to dry.”

You rolled your eyes at your own laziness, wishing at that moment you had done your laundry at an earlier time.

Marie hummed in thought, wondering if she had any clean clothing as well. Her eyes lit up, and she looked at you as she began filling a tray with mugs of alcohol.

“Yes, I do. On my dresser is a new one I bought set out—it’s like a cream color?”

You softly sighed. “I don’t want to be the first one to wear your brand new dress.”

“Well lucky for you, I bought it as a gift for you anyway.” Marie smiled sweetly, lifting the tray before balancing it on one hand and patting your head with the other. “Now go change. You don’t want to smell like alcohol more than you already do.”

You rolled your eyes, fixing whatever she might have done to your hair as you turned and walked up the stairs leading to your family’s living area.

You had lived in this place all fifteen years you had lived and not a single thing had changed. The bar was still downstairs, the slightly singed floral wallpaper your grandmother had bought from a burned down church long ago was still peeling, and the same photos as always had hung up. It brought a sense of comfort knowing that it was unlikely anything would change, but at the same time you felt bored. You wanted some variety.

You opened the door to Marie’s room, easily one of the most organized in the house, and found the sage dress she had been talking about.

You quickly changed, discarding the faded brown dress you had been wearing before on the ground. You kept the white blouse on underneath, slipping the silky green dress over your body.

Marie had really bought this for you? It was so nice, made of quality material and by a good brand. You even tugged on a seam to test it, as most clothing nowadays was flimsy and came apart with the slightest movement, but it didn’t budge.

You smiled, moving the sleeves of your blouse down your shoulders before looking in the mirror Marie had in the corner of her room.

Your smile grew giddy at the sight of yourself, and for the first time you felt pretty. It was the first time you had seen yourself smile with teeth, and you gave yourself a happy twirl in the new dress.

You happily hummed before picking up your soiled dress and taking it back to your room, randomly tossing it somewhere before walking back downstairs.

You still held that giddy smile on your face, feeling like nothing could ruin your mood.

And then you saw Marie talking with the blond boy you had been staring at. You softly nodded to yourself after a moment, accepting the fact that whatever chance you thought you might have had with him was now spoiled.

Sometimes you wished Marie wasn’t as pretty as she was, wasn’t as kind and welcoming as she was, because then maybe you would actually have a chance.

Normally, seeing her talk to someone so obviously in love with her never bothered you, but for some reason seeing the hearts in this blond boy’s eyes (and his friend’s, though you weren’t paying attention to him) had that giddy expression on your face disappear.

You shook your head, continuing to fill mugs with beer and various alcohol and serving waiting patrons.

“Where are you taking me?” you heard someone ask.

“I’m about to change your life.” Marie.

You turned, three mugs filled to the brim in your hand when you nearly ran into him. You caught yourself before the drinks could spill, but you noticed that he held both hands on the cups, steadying them.

“Oh, thank you,” you said, smiling as he moved his hands. You watched as he unknowingly flexed them, making the blue veins more prominent and his fingers look long and elegant and—

Dear lord.

“My sister.” Marie came up beside you, setting the drinks in your hand on the table and linking her arm with yours.

He practically towered over you, shoulders broad with bulk under the clothing he wore. Your mind wandered and for a brief moment you imagined his skin to be tanned and smooth under his shirt before you caught yourself from drifting too far. He smiles, taking your hand and bowing to brush a soft kiss against your knuckles.

“Erwin Smith,” he said, meeting your eyes before standing straight again. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You softly hummed, dumbly nodding as the already steaming temperature in the room rose.

You stared into his eyes for a moment—his gorgeous blue eyes the color of the endless sky. A soft glint enters them as he tilts his head, waiting for your response.

“Yes. Yes!” you said, as if realizing something as you removed your hand from his and unlinked your arm from Marie’s. “Likewise. Apologies, I’m . . . distracted.”

You watch as Marie slyly moves away, winking at you before taking the three drinks she placed on the table and continuing her work.

You made a mental note to have a small talk with her later.

“May I ask your name?”

You hummed, returning your gaze to his before fully processing his question. “Oh! Yes, sorry I should have led with that. Y/n L/n.”

You offered a shy smile, noticing an emblem on his jacket—two swords crossed in an X. You thought about what it might be for a second, and bowed. “And thank you for your service. I didn’t realize you were part of the training corps.”

Erwin softly chuckles as you straighten yourself out. “No, it’s alright. You are actually the first one to offer respect like that, Y/n.”

He said your name as if he was trying out the way it felt, softly smiling from the way it rolled off his tongue.

“Oh, well, I mean anyone in the military worked hard to get there, so . . .” You trailed off, thinking of what to say. “I suppose I personally believe they deserve the extra rations they get, so long as they aren’t lazy, you know?”

Erwin quirked a brow, giving you a curious look as if asking you to elaborate.

“I mean- I-I didn’t mean you, per say, but—” Your brain scrambled for words to say, hoping you hadn’t somehow offended him.

Erwin chuckles, cutting you off. “No, no, it’s alright. I know what you mean.”

You softly smile, and suddenly the room heated up just a little bit more. “So, can I offer you a drink? Whiskey, beer, ale, water . . .”

And oh, the charming smile he gives you—tilted more to one side than it is the other and showing off his perfect teeth. “Will you sit and share a glass of water with me if I say yes?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, slowly nodding before going off to pour two glasses of water. You turn around, finding that Erwin had found the most quiet corner of the bar to sit in. He was staring at you shamelessly, lips curving up when you made eye contact with him. It made butterflies fly around in your stomach, and you tried your best to bite back a smile as you made your way to him.

You placed the glasses down, sliding onto the bench beside him.

“So, Y/n.” His smile widens as he says your name again. Your lips try curving up again, but you try so hard to hide it so it doesn’t seem like you’re easy. “Tell me about yourself.”

You lean forward, resting your arms against the table and propping yourself on your hand. “Like what?”

“Your favorite color. Things you like doing. What you think about the guy you just met.” You chuckle, making a certain glint come into Erwin’s eyes. This close, you can see a ring of brown in his irises that surrounds his pupils.

“How’s your day?” you ask instead of answering any of his inquiries.

“Much better now that I’m talking to a pretty girl like you.” You bite your cheek and glance away as your heart skips a beat. “What about yours?”

“Well, I’m talking to this insanely attractive guy, so I’d say pretty good.” You turn your gaze back to him, smiling when he laughs.

“What branch are you planning to join?” you ask after a moment, trying to keep any sort of conversation going.

“The Survey Corps,” he replies. He nods his head to his dark-haired friend, who was talking with Marie. “Nile over there wants to join as well. We’re hoping we can change the program together and get one step closer to saving humanity.”

You hum. It’s silent for another moment before he talks again, and that sparks a conversation. You sit there for what seems like hours, exchanging flirty banter and soft smiles. You would have continued, had it not been for your mom getting onto you for not working.

Regretfully, you and Erwin stand. You stack the two empty glasses as Erwin glances outside.

“I have to go as well, actually,” he softly says. He looks back at you, following as you walk back to the bar and put the cups in the sink. “Can I come see you again?”

You lean forward against the counter, softly nodding. “Of course. Just don’t let my parents see that emblem.” You nod your head to the crossed swords embroidered on the left of his jacket. “They actually hate whatever government we have and the choices they make, including the military.”

Erwin nods, standing straight and tapping the tips of his fingers against the wooden counter. “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

He watched as you leaned forward, falling into a bow and clasping your hands in front of your chest. “Thank you, again, for all your service.”

“If it takes risking my life for us to meet, it will have been worth it.” Erwin gave you a charming smile as he took your hand, softly kissing it again. Your lips curved up, love-struck as you watched him turn and walk back to his friend.

“So,” Marie dragged the word out, coming up behind you and draping her arm around your shoulders to lean against you.

You don’t answer, noting that Erwin pauses at the door and turns back to scan the bar. His eyes meet yours and he waves before closing the door behind him.

That small bit of eye contact leaves you breathless, and you can’t help but feel a bit childish at how easily smitten you were.

“Marie, that boy is mine,” you say, turning to her. The grin on your face is bright, lighting up the whole room and spreading from ear to ear. You don’t mean for your statement to mean anything malicious, only to tell Marie your intentions with a few words.

Marie gasped, jumping beside you in excitement. “Really? Oh, you must have really liked him.”

You nodded, and the two of you softly giggled and swooned for a few moments before your father got onto you for not working.

You had a smile on your face the rest of the night—a genuine smile that didn’t falter once.

—

Two days later Marie had discreetly given you a letter, an unusual thing, seeing as the only person that regularly received mail was your father.

Even more unusual than that, though, was the fancy wax seal and red rose tied to the envelope with twine.

When Marie had given it to you, she gave the slightest nod toward your room, and the two of you stepped inside.

She handed you the letter as she closed the door, leaving it open just a crack. You took the envelope with curiosity, untying the twine and holding the rose by its stem as you sat on your bed. You twirled it between your fingers, admiring it for a moment gently placing it beside you.

You glanced over the envelope for a hint of who it was from, finding no useful information except your name and address. You turned it over, running your index finger over the wax seal before carefully peeling it open.

You pulled the piece of paper inside out as Marie sat next to you, pressing her body into your side so she could read the letter over your shoulder.

Y/n,

I’m not sure how your family feels about you receiving letters, but I can only hope they won’t find out about this if they don’t like the idea of it. I didn’t put a return address on the envelope in the event your parents found this first, but here it is: ***** ******.

I sincerely hope you’re willing to exchange letters. I’d like to stay in touch with you even if I’m not at the bar with you. One of these days, though, I’m hoping to sweep you off your feet enough that you’ll agree to have me—and then I can be with you all you want.

I truly want to get to know you. You have stars in your eyes and I want to know what makes them so prominent. I want to know your passions and dreams. I want to have endless conversations with you and fantasize a future together where I am yours and you are mine.

I apologize if this is too soon to say anything like that, but I simply want to make my intentions with you clear. I hope we can see each other again soon. And if not, I hope you will at least send a letter back.

Yours truly,Erwin Smith

“Oh, Y/n,” Marie said, pulling away slightly and putting a hand to her heart. “That was the most beautiful letter I’ve ever read.”

You were smiling, so brightly it practically lit up the room as you turned the paper over, starting to reread it.

“Do you think he means it?” you ask, slightly in disbelief that Erwin was choosing you. Being as handsome and charming as he was, surely he was able to pull any girl he wanted.

“How could he not? He seems so infatuated with you.” Marie’s eyes glanced over the letter again. “Just be careful, he seems like the kind of guy willing to sacrifice everything to get what he wants.”

You nod. “I know. But I don’t think—”

“I’m only telling you, Y/n. I just don’t want you to get hurt, so be cautious.” Marie rests her head on your shoulder as she reads over the first couple sentences of the letter again, hand softly grazing your shoulder.

“I will be. You know how I am, Marie.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Marie lifts her head, grabbing the rose and holding it in front of you. “You’re not one to fall so easily. Or so you claim, at least, but with the way you’re swooning over Erwin right now says something different.”

She laughs as you playfully hit her shoulder, halfheartedly pushing you away to avoid any further hits.

“I’m joking! But I do want you to be careful. I don’t think you’ve ever been so . . . emotional over someone.”

You hummed, turning the thought over in your mind and wondering if this whole thing really was ridiculous. You always knew love at first sight could only end badly, but if that’s the case then why did you feel so light? So dizzying and happy and sunny . . .

Surely it couldn’t be all that bad, right?

“It’s alright, though,” Marie started, making you turn your gaze toward her, “because now we know he thinks the stars are in your eyes. And judging by his words he most definitely wants to-”

“Marie!”

You go to playfully hit her shoulder again, cutting off whatever suggestive thing she might have said, but she had already stood up and stepped away by the time you turned.

You chased her around your room, your dresses ruffling as laughter filled the air.

“Girls!” You had both collapsed on your bed, the letter hidden beneath it, when your mother opened the door and stood in the doorway. “Bar opens in five. Get ready.”

You nodded as Marie said, “Yes, ma’am.” When your mother left the two of you shared a glance, bursting into laughter before standing and making yourselves presentable.

You didn’t see Erwin that night, making you wonder if he truly wanted to sweep you off your feet and take you to a world you’ve never known before.

—

One week after that you and Erwin began exchanging letters as quickly as the postal service would allow. He came to the bar as often as he could to see you, but when he couldn’t he would send a beautifully written letter, promising paradise and a better life.

You swooned every time, rereading until you could recite every single word from memory. Erwin might as well have been building palaces and cathedrals with the way he wrote to you, so obviously enamored with everything about you.

Your mother and father, of course, would never approve. They didn’t want their daughters marrying a militiaman. And since Marie had been rather adamant and obvious about her interest in Nile, whatever slim chance you might have had with Erwin was gone.

But that didn’t stop the two of you from sneaking around whenever you could. Every chance Erwin got, he would come find you, whisking you away to a late night picnic in an overgrown garden or to stargaze just beyond the border of your town.

No matter how many times you went on the exact same date, too scared to do anything else in the daylight, you always treasured it.

“Y/n?”

You hummed in response, turning your head to face him. It was one of the nights you went stargazing, laying together in the soft meadow grass as you talked.

“I have to tell you something.”

You smiled, turning on your side and laying your head on your arm. “Okay, what is it?”

“I am in love with you.” Erwin softly grabbed your hand as your eyes widened in shock. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your fingertips. “So inexplicably in love with you that you are all I think about day and night. You have me smitten, Y/n, so much so that I’m willing to do anything to make you mine.”

He pressed your palm to his lips, closing his eyes as he left a lingering kiss.

“I don’t have much, if anything at all. I’m living on government funds and the only dollop of fame I’ll ever have is when I die, but I’m hoping that if you feel the same way those things won’t deter you.”

The both of you sit up, Erwin coming closer so he can softly cup your jaw. Your noses brush against each other, breaths mingling together from the closeness.

“I love you, Y/n.”

He presses his lips to yours, so lightly and brief you aren’t even sure if it counts as a kiss. He pulls away quickly, staring into your eyes for a moment before kissing you again—firmer and more self-assured this time.

You can tell it’s his first kiss because he doesn’t know how to do it, but you don’t put that against him because you don’t know how to kiss someone either. It wasn’t at all like the novels you sometimes read, the ones where first kisses were magical and perfect and almost always led to something more.

No, this kiss was not magical, or perfect, or even half decent. It was messy, full of awkward breaths and obvious inexperience. But this was your moment, and you wouldn’t dare change a single thing about it.

When you pull away you tell him that night that you love him, but you remind him again of your family’s distaste for military men. That gave him pause, but after a few moments he smiled.

“I’ll just tell them I’m a mercenary.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, laughing. “A mercenary? How is that any better than a soldier? They’ll think you’re only using me for money.”

Erwin hums, softly tracing the line of your jaw and gazing into your eyes. “It’s not, but I’ll figure it out.”

You softly smile, leaning forward slightly. “We will figure it out.”

Erwin nods. “We will. And one day, we will have everything you could possibly wish for. I promise.”

He presses his lips against yours again, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so happy or complete.

—

Work has always been so tiring—especially on nights like this when it was someone’s birthday and everyone flocked to the bar. You weren’t even entirely sure whose birthday it was, but they must have been popular for the bar to be this full.

You tirelessly went from table to table, refilling drinks and serving platters of whatever spare food you could scrape up. Glasses were shattered and you charged more to tabs in hopes of buying new ones. The amount of drunk older men that had suggestively grabbed your waist to slip behind you was worse tonight than it was most, and you had to remind them that you were fifteen more than you wanted.

You were exhausted. It was almost midnight on a Tuesday and there were still more patrons than you could keep track of. You kept messing up orders, and any other day you would have beaten yourself up about it, but you made an exception for yourself.

A hand ghosts across your arm, and you nearly jump and smack whoever had touched you before realizing it was Marie. She gives an innocent smile, holding her hands out to take the tray you hold in your hands.

“I got that,” she says. Instead of waiting for you to hand the tray over, she grabs it herself and nudges you with her shoulder. “Now go. Your lover is somewhere over there.”

She nods her head to the right and you turn, noticing that Erwin was sitting at a table with Nile and another girl. Nile and Erwin weren’t dressed in training attire, trying to blend in more. When Erwin glanced up and noticed you he smiled, standing up and meeting you halfway to the table.

He takes your hand, lifting it to his lips to leave a kiss on your knuckles. “Good evening, my love.”

You smile, readjusting your hands so your fingers are intertwined. “Morning, technically,” you say.

“Barely.” He softly laughs, leaning down to chastely kiss your lips. “It doesn’t matter. It’s still good because I get to see you.”

You smile, looking around to make sure no one is watching after he kisses you a second time. “Have you been waiting this entire time for me?”

Erwin shrugs, leading you back to the table Nile and the other girl sat at. “We only came about an hour ago. I didn’t want to bother you while you were working.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were here, but if I did I would have slipped away.”

Erwin shakes his head. “It’s alright. Besides, you’re very cute when you’re working.”

Your eyes widen, the room suddenly hot. He chuckles at your flustered expression, allowing you to slide onto the bench before him.

You end up across the girl. Her hair is dark and pulled back into a tight ponytail, and she wore a faded brown blouse and slacks. She wasn’t looking your way when you sat down, looking down at whatever she was writing, but then Erwin said her name and she glanced up, first at them then you. She smiled, straightening herself and adjusting the way she sat.

“Hi! Are you Y/n or Marie?” She seemed excitable, putting down her pencil and crossing her arms in front of her.

“Y/n. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You held out your hand for her to shake.

“Anastasia Brownfield.” She took hold of your hand, her fingers rough and calloused against your own. She gave a firm shake before withdrawing. “I’m part of the training corps with Erwin and Nile.”

So that’s how she knew them. You should have been jealous—you probably would have been if Erwin wasn’t looking at you the entire time Anastasia spoke. But the way she carried herself struck you as odd. She leaned against the table in a way that suggested her legs weren’t pressed together or crossed, and when a pretty girl passed by her gaze followed her and a small smile came to her face.

“She’s pretty,” she quietly mumbled, lifting her glass to her lips before looking back at you.

Anastasia continued the conversation like the two of you were old friends catching up. She was animated, moving her hands along to match with nearly everything she said, and got distracted easily. She could have been in the middle of telling a story before something she said reminded her of something else, the original tale forgotten about.

As she continued talking Erwin and Nile would cut in occasionally, and it felt like the four of you had known each other forever with the way you casually laughed and joked around.

Eventually, the bar started emptying out. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you figured it would be smart for the three of them to leave before your parents found you slacking off.

Before he left, Erwin wrapped a hand around your waist and pulled you flush against him. He left a lingering kiss against your temple, quietly whispering, “I’ll see you later.”

He kissed your temple again before pulling away, winking as he followed Nile and Anastasia out. It left butterflies flapping in your stomach, their wings flapping and making you feel all giddy inside.

When you finally gather yourself you continue what you had originally been doing, refilling glasses and washing empty ones.

Over and over again you did that. And you would continue to do that over and over again until the day came where you would be with Erwin, and maybe you would be washing the dishes together in your own house.

—

When Erwin told you that he would see you later, you did not expect to find him throwing small pebbles from the streets at your window to get your attention two hours later.

You had been blowing out the candles lighting your room when you heard the first plink! You paused, looking around before shrugging it off and continuing getting ready for bed.

Plink!

You looked around again, glancing out your window and waiting for the sound again.

Plink!

Your brows furrowed in confusion. You took a match from its box, striking it to relight a candle and cautiously walking toward the window.

You look out, unable to see anything through the reflection of the light. You rest the candle on the windowsill, unlatching the lock and opening the window to look around.

You see him standing across the street. It’s too dark to see his expression, but you imagine he’s smiling.

Erwin crosses the street, face being lit by whatever dim light was still on in the spot below yours.

“What are you doing?” you ask quietly, a chuckle in your voice. “Erwin, do you know how late it is?”

“I said I would see you later.”

You can hear the smile in his voice, and your lips curve up. “I wasn’t expecting you to throw rocks at my window. What if it wasn’t the right one?”

“I would have ran if someone caught me.” You softly chuckle, leaning against the windowsill. “Sprinted away and returned tomorrow.”

“Erwin, do you know what this could do?”

“Nile and Anastasia have me covered. And even if I get caught, I don’t mind being punished by the higher ups. As long as I get to be with you, my love.”

That made you smile, because you knew how important it was to him that he get perfect scores on nearly everything, including his discipline record. “I just don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Well the chances of getting caught are increasingly higher if I stay out here.”

You can barely see a mischievous smile on his face. You playfully roll your eyes, pulling away from the window. “Give me a moment. Wait at the door.”

You don’t see his reaction because you close the window, latching it closed before grabbing a robe from your desk chair. You shrug it on, tying the belt around your waist as you walk across your room to the door. You slowly open it, looking out to make sure no one was awake before quietly stepping into the hallway.

You walked cautiously, testing the floor to make sure it didn’t creak before continue with every step. You made sure to skip the third stair from the top of the staircase, because that step always created a deafeningly loud screech and alerted everyone that someone was leaving or entering the living room.

You finally allow yourself to breaths when you step off the final stair. No one will be able to hear you, so you’re less paranoid and take less careful steps.

You place the candle on the table closest to the door, looking back to make sure no one was awake and following you before beginning to unlock the door and opening it, slowly to make sure its hinges don’t squeak.

You watch Erwin push himself away from the wall, standing straight to face you. The both of you exchange a smile, and you open the door wider so he can step inside the bar.

You close the door and turn back to him, watching in awe for a moment as he looks around at the silence of the bar.

You step toward him, softly brushing your hands together to get his attention. He looks down, smiling.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi yourself.” You’re not sure what it is, but something about the dreamlike candlelight makes you lean forward to kiss him, standing on tiptoes to reach his lips. You leave a chaste peck on his lips, pulling away with a small smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me you meant tonight?” you ask, taking his hand and leading him to the stairs. “I would have prepared better.”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

You smile, motioning for him to pause just before the door leading upstairs. You opened it, looking around to make sure everyone was still in their rooms before beckoning Erwin in. You held a finger to your mouth as the two of you tiptoed to your room.

You quietly close the door behind you, listening for a moment before you turn toward Erwin and take a couple steps toward him.

“So,” you drag the word out, folding your hands behind your back as you step closer to him. “Is there a reason you came by so late?”

You softly laugh, looking up at him and his blue eyes and his sharp cheekbones.

“I just wanted to spend time with you, my love.” Erwin smiles, making butterflies fly around in your stomach. You try to hide your gleeful smile, but end up failing.

“That’s what our dates are for.”

“No, I mean, just us. Away from watching eyes. Just me and you, Y/n. I don’t want to have to worry about sneaking around on the streets tonight.”

You softly hum, hands gently entwining with his as you gaze into his eyes, so bright and clear like a cloudless sky.

“That sounds nice.”

Erwin’s lips slightly curve up, one hand entwined with yours as the other slowly grazes along your arm and shoulder. His fingertips softly caress your jawline, slightly tilting your head up.

“I got you something.”

Your eyes slightly widen in surprise, more focused on the touch of his hands than his words. “Really?”

He nods, removing his hand from your face and reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small, black box, slipping it into your hands.

“It’s not much, but I thought you’d like it.”

You tear your eyes away from his, glancing down at the small box in your hands. It’s made of wood, sanded to perfection and smooth beneath your fingers.

“What is it?” you softly ask, looking up at him as you open the box. He doesn’t respond, only smiling as you return your gaze to the opened box and let out a soft gasp. “Erwin? Is this . . .”

You trail off, looking up at him again and watching as he slowly bows down on one knee in front of you.

“It is. Y/n, you truly are the love of my life. You make me want to do anything I can to make you happy and satisfied. I want us to build a future we can love together, but I can only hope you share these dreams with me. So, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you breathed. You nodded, hiding your giddy smile behind your hand as Erwin stood back up. He gently took the box out of your hand, slipping the ring inside onto your finger before tucking the box back into his pocket.

It was a simple band made from iron, the unrefined surface polished and cleaned. It was a cheap ring, something anyone could buy with spare pocket change if they so wanted, but it was yours. Erwin had picked it out just for you, and while it wasn’t anything special, you wouldn’t change a single thing about it.

You look back up at his eyes, wrapping your arms around him. “Thank you, my love. It’s beautiful, and I can’t wait to be married to you.”

He smiles, sliding his hands under your robe and around your waist to pull you closer. “I’ll get you a better ring when I have the money. A proper engagement ring like you deserve.”

You hum, foreheads pressing against each other and noses brushing together. “You don’t have to. What you’ve given me is already more than I want.”

His lips barely grazed yours, almost as if he was asking permission to kiss you. “I want to give you everything. Everything you’ve ever wanted will be yours, darling. I promise you that.”

“What about a kiss?” You pull away slightly to look up at him through your lashes, blinking innocently. “Please?”

Erwin lets out a breathy chuckle, pulling you back against him. “How could I say no?”

His lips press against yours, more practiced than the first time but still unsure. You hum into the kiss, gliding the tips of your fingers over the back of his neck until you can thread them through his hair.

He pulls you as close as he possibly can, your bodies flush against each other as you share the passionate kiss. He unties the belt around your waist, sliding the robe off your shoulders slow enough that you can protest whenever you want.

You don’t. You let the robe fall on the ground, hands sliding down his chest.

You softly gasp as his hands move down, ghosting over the curve of your hips before he tentatively lifts you up.

The kiss breaks, and you look at him curiously as he steps closer to your bed.

“Erwin?” you quietly ask as he places you down on the edge of the bed.

“We won’t do anything unless you want to,” he whispers. He leans forward, touching his forehead to yours. “I just want to be with you.”

You softly nod, wrapping your arms around him as you kiss again. You gently lay on your back, breathing heavily as Erwin crawls on top of you.

He kisses you again, once very quickly on the lips before he begins trailing kisses down your jaw. “Do you want to?”

“We have to be quiet,” you say, letting out a soft breath.

“That’s not what I asked. I asked if you wanted to do this.”

You pause for a moment, hesitating before you nod.

“Are you sure?”

You nod again, more sure of yourself before you rethink and shake your head. “Not yet.”

Erwin smiles against your neck, leaving one last lingering kiss before he pulls away. “Okay.” He lays down beside you, eyes following the outline of your silhouette as he pushes a strand of hair away from your face.

Your face paints itself into a smile, and you turn on your side so you can face him better. You take hold of his hand, gently rubbing circles across his knuckles with your thumb.

Erwin lifts your hand to his lips, kissing your fingers. “I love you.”

You softly hum, scooting closer to him and wrapping your arm around him. “I love you, too.”

He lets go of your hand, wrapping both arms around your figure and pulling you closer to him.

“I have to leave soon,” he says, which is the most tragic part about this entire thing. The time you spend together is fleeting, and you feel as if the two of you spend more time watching the clock than enjoying each other.

“I know,” you say quietly, trailing off slightly. “I don't want you to.”

Erwin nods, planting a kiss to the top of your head. “I know you don’t, but I have to, my darling. I swear that one day you’ll have me all to yourself.”

You softly sigh, closing your eyes. “When will that be?”

“Now that you’re my fiancée, hopefully soon.” Erwin takes a deep breath, relishing in the smell of your hair. “Your parents would never approve of this. I’d like to win their favor first.”

“I wish they didn’t hate the military so much. Then we could be more public about this.”

“One day soon, Y/n. If there is one promise I swear to fulfill, it is that.” Erwin presses his lips against the top of your head again, holding them there.

“Stay,” you whisper. “Please. Just for a bit longer.”

He hums into your hair. “A couple more minutes.”

You nod, hugging him tighter and pulling him closer.

The two of you chastely lay together in silence, the soft sound of Erwin’s heartbeat being the only thing you hear. He plays with the ends of your hair, face pressed into your locks as you begin subconsciously counting how many times his heart beats until you forget what number you were on and have to restart.

Erwin doesn’t leave while you’re awake. He stays beside you, holding you against his body and basking in your presence the same way you bask in his.

You fall asleep in his arms, unsure of how long he was with you or if he even stayed.

—

You awoke the next morning to the sound of your door slamming shut.

You immediately sat up, looking around for a moment while you gathered yourself and fully woke up. Erwin was gone, your bedsheets were rumpled and your breath was stale. You yawned, and almost laid back down before you heard glass shatter.

“Get out of my house, you goddamn military mutt!”

Fuck.

You jumped out of bed, legs getting caught in the blankets, and stumbled across the room. You untangled your legs as you moved, reaching to open your bedroom door.

“Dad? What-”

“You want to tell me why he was in your room this morning?”

You paused, frozen in the doorway to your bedroom as you processed his words. Your eyes darted around the living room, finding Erwin standing against the wall. His hair was a mess, blond strands falling onto his forehead.

Your eyes widen, and you immediately try to calm whatever anger your father was feeling. “Dad, it’s not what you-”

“Bullshit!” You flinched back, the resounding sound of your father’s voice bouncing off the walls. “He was in your room this morning so obviously you’re sneaking around like a whore!”

“I-I’m not! We didn’t even do anything. Please, I-”

He slapped you then, a loud, striking sound that seemed to echo in the room.

Time seemed to freeze with you. You heard ringing, turning your head to face your father. Except when you turned back, your mother held a firm grip on his arm and pushed him away from you. She said something you didn’t hear, the words muffled and muddled together, before she turned to Erwin.

“Out,” she said, pointing to the door. Erwin moved without a word or complaint, glancing back at you once before he closed the door to the bar behind him.

Your mother took a deep breath, sniffing. She blew out an exasperated breath and turned toward you.

She looks just like Marie. The same brown hair and eyes and faint splay of freckles across her cheeks. You could see the dark circles under her eyes, even in the dim light of the early morning.

She stared at you in silence, arms crossed and eyes pensive. She looked at the ground after a moment, softly shaking her head.

When she looked back up at you her warm eyes were colder than ice.

“How could you?” Her voice was unwavering and assertive, making you feel small and unimportant. You would have crawled back to your room if she wasn’t staring you down. You hear your father breath out and notice him stepping into another room to collect himself.

Your mother sighed again, walking to the couch and sitting on the edge. She ran both hands through her hair and leaned back. “You let him into your room. You let that government pawn into your room to do God knows what to you.”

“That’s not-”

“Your father and I raised you better. We have been lenient in letting you and Marie hang around them, but now you go and spread your legs for someone that’ll tire of you as soon as he gets promoted.”

“Mom, no, we didn’t-”

“He doesn’t love you-”

“He does!” You’re surprised at yourself for a moment, standing in stunned silence for only a second before continuing. “He loves me, Mom. And I love him. And-And we’re going to get married.”

She stared at you, not allowing any hint of what she was thinking or feeling to show on her face. She eventually closes her eyes and breathes out through her nose, rubbing her forehead. “You’ve hardly known him a month-”

“You and dad got married after one week of knowing each other.”

“It was different then, Y/n,” she snaps, harshly glaring at you. “Everything was different when your father and I got married.”

“You only got married because you were gonna have Marie,” you mutter. You had meant for it to be a thought, even a whisper quiet enough you could barely hear it. But it slipped out louder than you intended, making your mother snap her mouth shut. You’re left staring at each other, almost to see who backs down first.

“Mom, please just give him a chance. I promise he’s not what you think,” you say.

“We gave him a chance and look what happened!” Your mother threw her arm out, motioning to your room and the general situation. “He’s a teenage boy, Y/n. He’s too young to know what he wants to commit to. You know better than to give yourself to the first boy that gives you attention-”

“It’s not just attention! I’m not mistaking attention for love. He wants me and he wants me to be happy and he wants to build a life together.”

Your father comes back out then. He takes slow steps to the couch, sitting down with your mother.

It’s completely silent as he does. You find yourself wondering where Marie is while your parents wordlessly communicate. You stare at a spot on the wall opposite from you until your dad sighs, and you turn your gaze to him.

“Y/n, we just want what’s best for you. We were young once, too and we regret some of the choices we made.” He clasps his hands together, leaning forward against his knees. “We don’t want you making a life changing mistake like this. You’ll find someone better suited to be a husband in the future. A military man can’t give you what you want.”

“I don’t want another man. I want Erwin. He’s everything I want, dad.”

Your father sighs, running a hand through his graying hair. It’s obvious he’s conflicted. He wants you to do whatever makes you happy, but he knows big decisions like this have consequences.

“You don’t have to give us your blessing,” you softly say. “We can get married on our own and get out of your hair. You won’t have to see us again.”

“Y/n, we never said we wanted you to leave. We just want you to think this through.”

You’re silent, feeling like a scolded child because you have thought it through. This is what you want to be happy.

You wait until your parents tell you to go before walking to your room. You close the door behind you, sliding down against it until you sit on the floor with your legs pulled against your chest.

You stare off into space, your mind noisy with all the thoughts running through it. You aren’t even sure what half of them are, but you’re positive of one thing.

You want to marry Erwin Smith, and you will do whatever you can to make that dream your reality.

—

Over the course of the next month, you work tirelessly; doing anything for tips and helping out wherever you go to the market during the day for extra cash.

Both Erwin and Nile had been banned from the bar. At first you didn’t take it seriously, but any thoughts you had of sneaking either of them in were quickly dismissed when your father shot at them with his musket, just barely missing their heads.

You’re not sure if it was just a scare tactic your father had used to force you to think over your decision. But needless to say, you had learned a more discreet way to communicate so you didn’t get caught. You found out that Anastasia came through quite often to visit her family. Neither of your parents knew she was in the military, so she was the messenger between you and Erwin.

The two of you would meet in the market as often as you could. She would give you the letters he had written and she would deliver yours to him. It wasn’t the best method, but it was the best you could do.

You hid every single letter you received, storing them in an old tin box that used to house cookies. The box was hidden under your bed, concealed by your blanket the majority of the time. Any time you felt lonely you would bring it out, looking through each letter and being reminded of what you’re working towards.

You hadn’t told Erwin about the choice you made, because if you did he would tell you he wasn’t worth it and convince you to stay with your family. And it would have worked because God he could convince you of just about anything.

You had begun devising a plan. Since Erwin had chosen to join the Scout regiment while the two of you were apart, the letters became less frequent and more like an unexpected gift each time you received one. You had started planning what days he would have off, which days he would be able to travel to you and sweep you off your feet.

You decided November fourth, because that was the start of a mandatory military break given due to Erwin’s commander sustaining a severe injury outside the walls.

Over the course of the next two months you save money, picking up whatever odd jobs you could and selling what you wouldn’t need in the near future. You stored your savings in a can that used to be filled with rationed corn, hiding it in plain sight.

Early on November third, you packed a bag and spent most the day writing letters to your parents and Marie. You asked in the letter if Marie would be your maid of honor if she could find time off, and hid everything behind your open bedroom door during the day.

The work day dragged on, and you found yourself asking for the time every couple seconds to see if it had moved any faster. The minutes seemed like hours, and you swear the hours took longer to pass. Every time you looked out the window the sun still shone bright, as if it was mocking you from the sky.

Even when the moon came out you still had to wait.

You might as well have waited a lifetime, because as soon as the bar closed you feigned exhaustion and retreated to your room to make sure you had everything ready to leave. You reread the letters before sealing them in their envelopes and waited even longer.

It was nearly dawn when the house finally quieted down and you could sneak out. You were honestly exhausted, and could barely keep your eyes open, but now was your only chance. If you didn’t leave now, you wouldn’t be able to when everyone wakes up.

You tiptoed out of your room, leaving the first letter to your parents on the kitchen counter. Then you moved to Marie’s room, where you heard quiet whispering from inside.

You paused to listen for a moment, hearing the cadence of Nile's voice but not recognizing anything they said.

You slid the letter to Marie under her door before rushing out of the house and bar forever.

You didn’t look back. Not once did you even think about it.

You found yourself waiting in the market, placing your suitcase down and patiently sitting on it as you waited.

The sun had risen and four merchants had opened up shop by the time you saw Erwin, handsome as ever and looking around eagerly, hopefully searching for you. Someone followed him, and you recognized her dark hair.

Anastasia looked around as well, smiling and pointing to you when she spotted you. She said something to Erwin, making him turn his head in the direction she’d pointed in.

You stood, running up to Erwin when a look of recognition crossed his face. He moved faster, scooping you up and spinning you around when you got close enough.

You were elated, heart beating quickly from being held so close. You could feel his warmth despite the layers of clothing he wore. You squeezed him tighter, taking in his smell, his presence, his arms around you, his body.

“You bulked up a bit,” you said, face pressed against his shoulder.

“Survey Corps,” he simply said. He pressed his lips against the side of your head. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“I love it. I love you.”

You felt him smile against your hair, and it was just another moment where it was just the two of you in the universe before you heard someone clear their throat.

“People are watching, guys,” Anastasia said. “Wasn’t the whole point of this for people not to know?”

Erwin carefully placed you back on the ground, hand on your waist to keep you close. “Yeah, you’re right.” He let out a heavy breath, looking down at you. “Your parents are really okay with this?”

You nodded. “They gave us their blessing.” And you felt so bad for lying. But this is what you wanted. You wanted Erwin and nothing else.

Erwin nods again, clearly slightly nervous about the whole situation. “Anastasia, you said you knew somewhere we could stay for a bit?”

Anastasia gave a thumbs up, and it was then that you noticed she carried your suitcase in one hand. “Yup. My uncle’s house is only a couple blocks down from here. He has a spare room the two of you can stay in until you leave.”

“And he can officiate marriages, right?” you asked, holding your hand out in an offer to take back your bag.

Anastasia nodded as she handed your suitcase to you. “Yes. It’s a cheap piece of paper, but yes, he can legalize marriages.”

She had told you all about that. She’d mentioned that her uncle wanted to discreetly marry same sex couples without judgment, so he bought an officiant license to do just that. She had said it multiple times, actually. Sometimes twice every time you asked, but you just had to make sure one more time.

“Alright, lovebirds, let’s go.” Anastasia nodded to the right, readjusting the hat on her head before she began walking.

You and Erwin followed behind her, silently talking amongst yourselves.

At least, you would have been doing that. But something in the air had changed around you and you didn’t talk. There was a kind of weight, seemingly holding you back from speaking a word to each other as you followed Anastasia.

The house she led you to was cramped. It was a small living space made for two people at most, not the five that would be staying.

Anastasia walked up a flight of stairs, telling you and Erwin to stay downstairs until she comes back. You notice for the first time as she motions to chairs that she’s missing both her left ring and pinky fingers.

She walks up the stairs, leaving you and Erwin awkwardly standing there.

You turned to Erwin when his knuckles brushed against yours and he linked your pinkies. He wordlessly led you to one of the couches, sitting down with you. You smiled at him, the two of you doing nothing but stare at each other for a moment.

“Hi,” he said. He smiled, big and wide and showing off his perfect teeth.

“Hi yourself.” You felt butterflies staring at him again, especially being this close. It was the closest you had dared be in broad daylight, and something about not having to hide from the light made your stomach flip.

“How’s it been with your parents?”

“Good,” you said. “The bar’s doing good.”

You didn't elaborate, leaving the two of you in a moment of silence.

“How is it with the Scouts? Are you enjoying it?”

Erwin nodded, leaning back against the couch, crossing his legs at the ankles and resting his arm against the back behind you. “Yeah, it’s fine. Nile and I were supposed to join together, but he, uh,” Erwin paused, thinking about his next words. “He ended up joining the Military Police.”

“Why?” You turned slightly, moving to see him better.

You saw him bite the inside of his cheek in thought. He clicked his tongue. “Marie. He . . . He wants to protect her.”

You hum, slowly nodding. “So he wants to go to the innermost wall where it’s safest.”

“Yeah.” Erwin blew out a breath, moving his hand to softly grab yours. “But it’s going well. Anastasia and I were assigned to the same captain, so we’ll be working together more.”

“Have you gone out yet?”

He shakes his head. “Not far. We went out once and attracted Titans so we had to turn back. We lost a couple people.”

It’s silent for a moment. Erwin runs his thumb across your hand, turning the cheap iron ring around your finger.

“I’m glad you made it back.”

He hums, and the silence returns. It borders the line of being uncomfortable and acceptable, and you can’t quite tell which it’ll fall into.

It seems like an eternity until you hear voices. Anastasia and a man that must have been her uncle come bounding down the stairs.

“Okay, guys. This is my Uncle Henry. He’s the one officiating your marriage.” Anastasia motions to the man beside her, and he smiles and bows his head.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you two. I assume you’re wanting to spend some time alone beforehand, correct?” He pauses for a moment, waiting for one of you to nod before continuing. “Well, we have your room ready. It’s pretty cramped, but hopefully you don’t mind.”

Henry smiles, and you graciously thank him before he leads you to said room. He was right—it’s very cramped. There’s hardly room to walk around the bed, but you and Erwin manage.

Henry leaves you to your own devices, closing the door behind him.

Something about not having to sneak Erwin into the room made it feel different. It wasn’t stolen kisses and whispered words anymore—this time people knew he was with you. Alone. Unaccompanied and unsupervised.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself.

You both awkwardly stood in the doorway after Henry left. You held your suitcase close to your body, arms glued to your sides in an attempt to make yourself as small as possible as you took in the room.

The bed is pressed against the wall, a window with streaming rays sitting to its left. The walls are cream, evidence of a child drawing on the wall beneath the window.

Your fingers lightly tapped against the handle of your bag. You looked down, glancing at Erwin through your peripheral.

The silence was unbearable, so thick you could cut it with a knife, but you didn’t know what to say.

You lifted your head and watched as Erwin strolled further into the room, placing his suitcase down on the side of the bed closest to the window. He takes off his coat, undoing the cufflinks holding the fabric around his wrists together.

“At least we’re finally alone together. Now we can be as loud as we’d like.” Erwin smirks as your eyes widen and he pushes his sleeves up his forearms. He stepped back in front of you, brushing your hands together so he could take your suitcase.

“Let me take that,” he whispers. When you let go of your luggage’s weight, he leans forward, softly pressing his lips to yours.

“I missed you,” you say against his lips.

Erwin hums, breaking the kiss for just a moment to put your bag on the ground before he kisses you again. He lifts you up as you wrap your arms around him. You softly gasp, holding onto him tighter.

“Is this okay?” he mumbles as he walks over to the bed. He gently sits you down, kneeling and pressing his forehead against yours. “Please tell me if you want this.”

You think for a second, thinking back to weeks ago when he initially asked you that and you said no. You don’t feel the same as you did then. You don’t feel as if you were just supposed to say yes out of obligation. Now you want to say yes.

You nod.

“Are you sure?” Erwin’s breath is heavy, his lips ghosting over your own.

“I’m sure.”

His eyes scan your expression for a moment. When he sees that you are beyond a doubt positive of your decision, he kisses you again.

You hum and softly thread your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as he pulls away and begins trailing kisses along your jaw.

“You’re beautiful.” He left a lingering kiss beneath your ear as his hands slowly traveled along your body, his fingers tracing your waist.

You smile, eyes closed as Erwin slowly undoes the laces of your corset. You don’t stop him, and when he asks if what he’s doing is okay you nod and politely urge him to continue.

The laces are halfway undone when you hear a faint knock on the door. The two of you freeze, waiting a moment before you hear the knocking again.

“Y/n? I know you’re in there.” Anastasia.

“What is it?” you ask. Erwin lets out a heavy breath, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.

“We said we’d go out and get stuff, remember? Like flowers or something, I dunno.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, turning your head to face the ceiling because yes, you had agreed to do that. But that was before you were held in Erwin’s arms again.

“Is it possible to move it to later?”

“Not really. There’s like, a thing. And another thing. And one more thing that’s kind of important.”

You sighed at Anastasia’s vagueness. Now you were aware that she had brewed up some sort of scheme, and you weren’t entirely sure how comfortable you were with it.

“Listen if you don’t respond I’m coming in,” Anastasia says after it had been quiet too long. You heard the doorknob turn.

“No!” both you and Erwin call out. He had lifted his head from your shoulder and turned to look at the door.

“Knew it. You two were getting down and dirty in there. And before you’re even married. The scandal.” You heard Anastasia quietly snicker as Erwin sighed, leaning against his arm and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“She’ll be out in a minute,” Erwin says. He uses a commanding tone that makes you feel hot. The hand he holds on your thigh scorches your skin through the fabric of your skirt, and when he starts drawing small circles with his thumb you almost melt.

“Okay . . .” Anastasia draws out the word. “I’ll be waiting in the lobby.”

You hear her footsteps retreat, and when you’re sure she’s completely gone you groan and fall back onto the bed.

“I’m sorry,” you say, running your hands over your face. “I completely forgot about that.”

Erwin chuckles, the bed quietly creaking as he stands up. He gently grabs your hands, pulling you so you stand in front of him. He moves your hair out of your face, saying, “It’s alright, darling. We can always do it later.”

He laughs when your eyes widen in shock. He kisses your forehead before he pulls away, letting go of you.

“I’ll see you later.” He smiles, watching as your hands redo the laces on your corset.

“I love you,” you say. You reach the door, placing your hand on the doorknob and turning back to him.

He had seated himself back on the bed, leaning back with his legs crossed. smiled when you said those words, tilting his head up.

“I love you, too.”

You close the door behind you, going back downstairs to join Anastasia on whatever little adventure she had planned.

As it turns out, that adventure was simply finding pretty flowers, Marie and Nile. All three things were in the central market, and all together. Marie and Nile had been looking at a flower booth, picking out hydrangeas and roses.

Marie had smiled when she saw you. She embraced you in a tight hug, saying something about how proud she was that you had started paving your own path.

She looped her arm around yours and did not let go. It wasn’t long until the four of you returned to Henry’s house. Flowers were put into vases and placed around the living room, and soon enough you were shoved into another room to get ready.

—

You slowly blew a breath from your lips, eyes flitting around the room without giving a single object more than a fleeting glance. Your fingers tapped against the stem of the already wilting flowers in your hands, and you had started clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“Will you calm down? You’re giving me anxiety,” Marie said, softly laughing at the sidelong glance you gave her. “I’m kidding. But seriously, why are you so nervous? It’s not like Erwin suddenly ran away, he’s right out the door and down the stairs if you would just open the goddamn door-”

“I’m not opening the door,” you say. You take another deep breath, straightening your back and rolling your shoulders. “What if he sees me and decides he doesn’t want to be married? Mom and Dad would never take me back into the family, what would I do if that happens-”

Marie put her hands on your shoulders, softly shaking you. “Y/n. Erwin stayed after almost being shot at when Mom and Dad kicked him out. And when that happened, your hair was half-done and you were wearing a robe and he still blew you a kiss. I sincerely doubt he’s going to leave, especially with you wearing that and looking as pretty as you do.”

She fixes the sleeves of your cream dress—the same one you wore the night you and Erwin met.

“What if he has second thoughts?”

Marie blew a breath through her nose, holding you by the arms again. She stared at you, her brown eyes a passage into her soul and deepest thoughts.

“I promise you he won’t. Nile and Anastasia both say he doesn’t shut up about you when they hang out. They’re tired of hearing it.” Marie laughs, looping her arm through yours. “Nothing will go wrong. I promise. And if it does, I will take Dad’s musket and shoot Erwin myself.”

Her threat makes you snort, and you bring a hand up to cover your mouth as you laugh. Marie smiles beside you, taking a deep breath before placing a hand on the doorknob.

“Ready?”

You inhale, holding the breath as you nod. Just on the other side of this door is your future. Your entire world is standing just outside and waiting for you.

You can feel your heart beating, can hear the throbbing of it in your ears. A chill runs down your spine, making you wonder where all these nerves suddenly came from.

“I’m ready.”

Marie smiles, mouthing something you didn’t catch before pushing the door open.

Marie led you down the hallway, stepping in front of you to go down the stairs first. She waits for you at the bottom, taking your arm as you descend the stairs.

You look around the living room and take everything in. Nothing had changed, but somehow the flowers make the room seem more alive and vibrant.

And then your eyes land on Erwin, and the breath you had been holding gets released. Tall and blond and still oh, so handsome—just like the night you met him.

He smiles when he sees you, because he just can’t believe he managed to make you fall in love with him. You were ethereal to him, your smile alone radiant enough to light the entire world.

Nile and Anastasia both sit in wooden chairs, both dressed nicer than usual and smiling as they watch their friends.

When you finally take Erwin's hands it feels like you’re on top of the world. You want everything to stop for just a second so you can enjoy this moment longer. You exchange your vows and promises to each other, and it’s everything you could have wished for and more.

And then you kiss and god it’s just pure magic. You don’t think there’s ever been a moment in history where someone was happier than you were as you kissed your new husband.

You and Erwin pulled away for just a second before you kissed again, this time wrapping your arms around each other. You heard Anastasia whistle, saying, “Aye, hands to yourselves, guys. Save that for the bedroom.”

It makes you pull away from Erwin to laugh, leaning against him as he holds you close.

The rest of the evening is filled with laughter. The six of you all enjoy each other’s company, getting to know each other more and more.

You and Erwin cling to each other, always touching in some way and never letting the other out of sight.

And it translates well later, when Marie and Nile have left and Anastasia and Henry have gone to bed. It leaves you and Erwin as the only ones away, sharing slow, sensual kisses as you slowly undress and touch each other.

—

Golden rays streamed through the windows, creating an ethereal, early morning glow around everything.

You shared whispered words with Erwin, talking about where you should move to. You couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful man in front of you, your husband. The entire situation was dreamlike with the way Erwin was backlit from the sun. It created a glow around him that made you believe he might be an angel, highlighting his blue eyes.

“Where do you think we should go?”

“Maybe Trost. We passed through it on our last expedition. It’s a nice place, good people.”

You hummed, fidgeting with Erwin’s fingers as you thought. God, you could not look away from his face. The curve of his nose was beautiful, and the tilt of his lips when he noticed you staring was just so alluring.

“What are you thinking about?” he softly asks, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere around you two.

“Just you.” You smiled, quietly laughing when he wrapped an arm around your bare waist and pulled you flush against him. “And us.”

“What about us?” He nudged his nose against yours, lips just barely ghosting each other.

“Just our future. Where we’ll end up.” You let out a soft breath and closed your eyes, content with everything you have now. “When do you leave?”

“Three days.” Erwin sighed, pressing his forehead against yours. “And then I’m gone for about three weeks.”

You hummed, expression slightly faltering. But you weren’t sad. You knew that marrying him meant you would be alone more often than not. You had prepared yourself for this.

“Okay. Maybe I can start a business or something in that time. Just something for us to have a little extra money. I can make clothes,” you said.

Erwin smiled at your response, lightly tracing your spine with his fingertips. “I’ll be back for a few weeks after, though. We can be together more then.”

Your lips curve up, and you finally drew your gaze away from his to tuck your head where his neck met his shoulder. You left a soft kiss on his collarbone, letting out a satisfied breath as you basked in his presence.

“When should we start going?” you ask. “To Trost, I mean.”

“You want to go to Trost?”

You nod. “Why not? You said it seemed like a good place, so let’s go there.”

Erwin’s fingers softly tapped against your back. After a moment he stopped, instead splaying his hand across the small of your back and pulling you as close as possible.

“We should probably go before I leave, then. I don’t want you here for three more weeks, but I want to experience this first with you.” His face pressed against the top of your head, and he took a deep breath before continuing. “I want us to be a happy family.”

You smile. “We are a happy family. And we’ll be even happier as time goes on.”

And you were. You spent the rest of the day with Anastasia and her uncle before you left for Trost.

It was almost overwhelming. You realized as you looked for an available house that you truly had no idea how to be an adult and do these things, but it’s lucky that Erwin was there because he managed to figure it out and buy a lovely little house at the edge of the district.

You go out and find vendors that sell fabric after that, hoping to find a few pieces that you can hopefully make into clothing and sell. When you got back home he helped the two of you get settled down, and you made love once more in your new house before he had to leave.

You send him off with a passionate kiss, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down to your level. You make him promise to return to you alive and in one piece before kissing him again.

And then he leaves, and you’re left in your new feelings of love.

—

You found out you were pregnant from the little clues your body gave you. You ignored them at first, telling yourself you missed your period because of the stress from making clothes, telling yourself that the nausea was from eating something weird the night before, telling yourself that the soreness on your lower back and chest was from sitting hunched over your desk as you sewed.

But one morning after throwing up you sat against the wall and thought about it. You put all the symptoms together and thought about what they could mean before the possibility of being pregnant dawned on you.

You stared at the panel of wood across from you for what seemed like hours before a tear slipped down your cheek.

You didn’t know why you were crying. You didn’t even know if this was a good thing or not. But you sat in that same spot for what must have been days just letting tears silently fall down your cheeks. You remember you grabbed your hair close to the roots and tugged, wanting to pull it out. You had pressed the heels of your hands against your eyes, hoping to stop the flow of hot tears before you stood up.

You took a deep breath and composed yourself, blinking the remaining tears from your eyes and wiping the wetness from your cheeks with a cloth.

When you walked out of the bathroom, you ignored your revelation for as long as you could, hoping you were wrong. And it worked for a while. You dealt with the nausea and the soreness and the annoying voice in the back of your head telling you to start preparing for whatever baby might be on the way. You ignored it all and continued with your life as usual, making clothes and cleaning whatever mess you made and making food for one.

Of course, there was the occasional letter Erwin sent that told you his break was postponed. Every time it was because of something different. Be it the commander had gotten hurt again, there weren’t enough soldiers to spare, or some paperwork needed to be filled out. It didn’t matter what it was, there was always a reason for Erwin to stay.

It didn’t matter, though. Because you had everything figured out. You were making enough of a living on your own to provide for yourself and still have leftover money to do what you pleased with.

Sure, it had been almost four months since you last saw Erwin, but that was to be expected. He was part of the Scouts regiment, his schedule was bound to be busy.

All throughout that, you had been able to ignore your earlier revelation of being pregnant. In fact, you had nearly forgotten about it completely with how easily you were able to weave the daily dizzy spells and vomit into your life.

That is, you were able to ignore it until four and a half months later when you started to show. Your clothes started fitting just a little bit tighter and two weeks later you found yourself measuring the size of your stomach to make dresses that fit comfortably.

When you seemed to finally realize you were growing a child inside of you, you became more cautious of the things you did. You immediately sen Erwin a letter informing him of your pregnancy and started giving yourself bigger servings of food to help the baby inside of you grow and receive nourishment.

Erwin had yet to come back, but you had sent a strongly worded letter to Commander Keith Shadis, begging him to allow your husband to come home even if it was only for a day.

It worked, and a week and a half later you opened the front door to your husband, concerned and asking what was wrong before his eyes trailed down to your stomach. His eyes had widened, and you had to gently pull him by the arm to get him inside the house.

He stood in shock as you grabbed his luggage and set it to the side and took off his coat and hung it for him—all the things a good wife does for her husband. He abruptly turned his head in your direction as you hung his coat, mouth slightly agape as he took in your form again.

His eyes lingered on your stomach. It was barely noticeable, but it was an obvious change for someone that hadn’t seen you in months.

He took a tentative step closer to you and gently grabbed your hand. You look up at him, meeting his piercing gaze. You can’t discern exactly what he’s feeling, but he squeezes your hand and you figure that must count for something.

“Darling, are you . . ?” He can’t finish his sentence, but you know what he’s asking. You almost want to shake your head and deny it, and you probably would if it weren’t so obvious.

But you nod. And you watch as Erwin drops to his knees and begs for forgiveness.

—

The silence is deafeningly loud at dinner that night. Erwin holds your hand in his as your forks silently clang against the bowls. He runs his thumb over your knuckles, almost as if he’s scared to let you go. He keeps giving you apologetic looks, glancing over when he thinks you aren’t looking.

“I’m fine,” you finally say when you’re able to make eye contact with him. “Just . . .”

You trail off, making a vague hand motion to yourself. Erwin nods, and he doesn’t give you an apologetic glance again. But his hold on your hand does tighten. When you stand up to collect the dirty dishes, Erwin stands as well. He picks up the bowls and forks before you get the chance to, leaving you standing by the table helplessly.

“I can do things on my own,” you softly say when he comes back. He pushes both of your chairs in and takes your hands in his again. He looks down at you with heartbroken eyes and licks his lips before talking.

“I know. I just feel so bad that I wasn’t here.” He squeezes your hands, pressing his soft lips to your forehead. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to bask in the feeling of it after going what felt like forever without his touch. “I should have been here.”

“It’s okay,” you say, because it really is. He was busy and had things more important than his wife on his plate. He can’t be there for you like you want all the time. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

“I should have been here then. You shouldn’t have had to keep this for so long.”

“I told you about it in the letters I wrote.”

“What letters?” There was just the smallest sense of panic in his voice, and when you opened your eyes to look at him you saw the tips of his ears turn red.

“Did you not get my letters?” Your brows pulled together in a confused glance because you’re sure you addressed them correctly. Maybe you didn’t even send them to begin with. Or maybe they simply got lost in the mail.

But no, you did nothing wrong. Erwin had seen every single envelope addressed to him, and he always smoothed his finger over the edges before he set it down and told himself he’d read it later.

He never did. But you didn’t need to know that.

“I-I didn’t,” he lied. And he felt so bad about lying because you had done nothing to deserve being lied to. You had only been the wife he’d dreamed of having, waiting patiently for him to come home after weeks of being away.

He watched your expression fall. It wasn’t a drastic change, but it was just enough for him to notice.

“Oh. That-That’s alright. They probably got lost or something. Postal service, you know?” You let out a fake, pained chuckle before clearing your throat and glancing away. “But, uhm, yeah. I guess this is kind of it.” You vaguely motioned to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek.

Erwin stared at you, not knowing what to say as he watched you chew on your lip. You two stood in silence for what must have been hours before you finally drew out a breath and walked away. You didn’t know where you were going, but you assumed you would just figure that out as you went.

And you do figure it out, because you remember a dress you agreed to make for someone that’s waiting in the living room. Erwin follows you through the house, hesitantly putting his hand on your shoulder once you had started working.

“My love, are you upset?” His voice is soft, acting as if he were in a library.

You shake your head, not moving your focus from the needle and thread in your hands. “I’m fine. What would I even be upset about?”

“Y/n, I am so sorry. I would have come running if I’d known you were pregnant.” Erwin knelt beside you, placing a hand on your thigh and gently squeezing. The other was warm on your back, and you noticed how much rougher they had gotten as he traced small circles on the exposed skin of your nape.

“I said I was fine. I’m just tired.” That much was true. You were exhausted. You never imagined being pregnant would take this much out of you.

“Please let me do something for you. I can rub your back, or clean something, or-or make you breakfast tomorrow.” He sounds desperate, and the way he slightly pulls your leg to get you to face him tells you that he truly is. You can see the guilt in his blue eyes, and God it makes you feel so bad because he feels this way because of you. Sure, you expected some sadness and longing to come from this relationship, but not this.

So you give in. You put down your work, let your shoulders slump as you face him, and let out a breath. “Okay,” you say quietly. “You can make breakfast for me tomorrow if you want.”

Erwin lets out a relieved breath and closes his eyes, mouthing something you don’t catch before he presses your foreheads together and leaves a lingering kiss on your lips.

“Thank you.” His mouth stays against yours as he says it, and he kisses you again. “I promise to make everything up to you. I told you that you’d have everything you ever wanted in our marriage and I intend to make that a reality.”

You softly hum as he pulls away and stands, holding his hand out for you to take. You take it, because even though you can do these things yourself it’s still the touch of his hand against yours.

He leads you to the bedroom, where he kisses your hand and tells you he’ll be just a moment before leaving.

You spare a glance out the window and notice it’s late. You spent more time making dinner because you weren’t used to cooking as much as you did at once and you had burnt the first attempt. Erwin wouldn’t have minded, but you wanted to make him a nice dinner.

You undress, finding a nightdress that fits a bit too snugly and moving to put it on before you catch a glance of yourself in the mirror. You notice the faintest lines on your breasts and lightly trace over them with your fingers. They weren’t there before, and you’re not sure how to get rid of them.

You hear Erwin’s footsteps coming back to the room, and you quickly slip the nightgown over your body. It’s almost too small, and you know you’ll have to either make or buy new clothes soon.

You look at yourself in the mirror again. God, you hate the way you look. Exhausted and overworked, which makes no sense because you’ve been sleeping for the right amount of time and haven’t been piling too much work on yourself. You just look so worn out.

When Erwin opens the door and sees you looking at yourself in the mirror, he thinks you’re admiring the bump. He comes up behind you, trailing his hand across your shoulder and kissing your temple.

“I promise I’ll be more present,” he says against your hair. He places both hands on your arms, kissing you again before making eye contact with you in the mirror. “I promise, love.”

You softly hum, forcing a smile as you meet Erwin’s gaze in the mirror. “It’s alright. I know you have other responsibilities.”

“Nothing is more important than you,” he intejects. He turns you around so you’re face to face, making it so you can’t escape his gaze. “You should be the first thing on my priority list, Y/n. Don’t let me forget that.”

You softly nod, keeping your expressionless face as you stare at yourself in the mirror. He looks at you with sad eyes before leaning in, kissing your forehead.

“I love you, Y/n. I promise I’ll be better.”

“Just be here when they’re born. Or soon after. I just want you with me when they’re here.”

Erwin nods, a sort of determination evident in his eyes. “I will. I will, I promise.”

And what right did you have to think he was lying?

—

Erwin was called back to his post three days later.

He had left you alone again, but this time it became a routine of two weeks where he wasn’t home and two weeks when he was. You had formed your schedule around that, running most of your errands and chores while he was gone and clearing your agenda so you could spend time with him while he was off.

You often went to the market to buy groceries together, and Erwin would cook dinner for you in the evenings while you watched him from the dinner table.

You were pissed at him, but that had slowly gone away. You never stopped loving him, but something about having him back more regularly made your stomach flip.

Until he went off on an expedition and scared the shit out of you when he returned home two days later.

It only got worse after that. His stay with the scouts would extend further and further, making your time with him shorter.

And you truly didn’t understand why he couldn’t just come home when he was given breaks, especially because somehow Anastasia can find the time to visit you.

And that’s where you’re at now, sitting on the couch with Anastasia as you vent all of this to her. She’s silent as you talk, leaning back against the arm of the couch and nodding along with everything you say. She puts her input every now and then, making the kind of comments only she could get away with because they were funny.

And eventually, once you’ve gotten everything off your chest, you get up to make Anastasia tea because you hadn’t offered her any when she came in. It was the polite thing to do, especially since she was one of your closest friends.

However, when you stand, pain shoots through your body. You recognize it as a contraction, which is how you know you’re going to have this baby soon.

You try to continue with the task, but you have more and more contractions closer and closer together, and eventually Anastasia pieces two and two together before you do and rushes you out your front door.

She bribed someone with a wagon to give the both of you a lift, and before you know it you’re at a doctor’s clinic being told to calm your breathing.

“Y/n, why did you decide to have a baby at 16? This is actually a terrible idea.”

Maybe it was.

Maybe this entire thing was a mistake. Maybe you should have waited and thought this through before diving in headfirst. Maybe your parents were right and you should have given this entire thing more thought.

But those doubts are silenced. Because sixteen hours later on August 13, you hold your precious baby boy for the first time and realize this is it. Now that he’s here, Erwin has to be home more often.

You name the infant in your arms Benjamin—a strong name for the son of a strong man. A strong base for what you hope will turn into a strong relationship.

You could feel your eyes drooping, fighting off sleep as hard as possible. You had Anastasia write to Erwin and tell him his son had been born, telling her to keep it short and sounding urgent.

And she agreed, leaving your side to grab a sheet of paper to write on. In the short amount of time she was gone, you dozed off, hoping and praying and wishing this would be enough to get your husband back home.

But not all dreams come true, because Erwin Smith saw his son for the first time three months and fourteen days after he was born.

with ten minutes left of his birthday, happy birthday Erwin Smith

this is going to be a super long multipart series guys i’m sorry 💀 (not a lot of parts tho). also the title of this is literally complete bs i just had to title it so i just used the EP “Good Grief” by Leanna Firestone because I used the songs in that to describe a lot of feeling

but anyways! please for the love of god supoort this because i wrote this entire series in like two months and am going back and editing right now and i poured my entire heart and soul into it please like it

also know that it only goes downhill from here

but i hope y’all enjoyed it anyways

-Izzy <3

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S5 Prediction: Will & MIKE'S 7 Confession (letter) + Garage Light Kiss Theory (Alternate/Revised Theory!)

OH. MY. GOD. GUYS! I think I just figured it out for real this time. I connected the two dots before...but i missed the third and final dot. BUCKLE UP B*TCHES.

We all know about my "full-circle garage light flicker theory" where Mike and Will can affect s1 ep1 through the upside-down in s5, and when they kiss the garage light flickers in season 1. Well, in my old theory I said "Will parallels his younger self and says the truth", but NOW I THINK IT'S ACTUALLY GOING TO BE MIKE.

This comes down to the letter. I used to think Mike's letter would just be a case of dramatic irony, to inform the audience of Mike's true feelings. I thought maybe the letter was about Mike rebuilding castle Byers after s3 (which i still think he did btw). But I just read this post from doriandrifting (READ IT), and now I think he wrote the letter about the D&D campaign. Like an IDIOT, I forgot about the date in the tweet! And then I really thought about it and...this changes EVERYTHING. Prepare yourselves. (it's 4:00 AM rn but I DON'T CARE) i'm gonna copy and paste the beginning of my old theory, sorry. you can skip ahead to “it’s parallel time” :)

To start off, I think that Mike and Will are going to end up in the upside-down together in S5. The upside down and Will are connected narratively, seeing as it’s literally frozen on the night he went missing.

Obviously there is going to be a reason for that. To bring his story full-circle, it’s pretty much inevitable that in the final season, Will is going to end up back in the upside-down. Just like it’s inevitable that this time Mike will be there with him. Which is why at the end of season 4, they both sit on an upside down couch together.

The next part of this theory has to do with Will having powers. It’s why Will is paralleled to Vecna, Eleven, and Bastian from NeverEnding Story, and could open a portal in s1. It also fits with his overall character arc (becoming a hero after being a victim). I won’t make this post a mile long by going through all the evidence (links to some proof here, here , here and here and in the long version of my theory.) But for now, trust me when I say it’s probably going to be revealed that Will can manipulate electricity/time/the upside-down in S5.

Remember, El was originally supposed to die after season one, which makes the notion of Will having powers extremely likely.

Okay? Okay. So here’s the theory:

Mike and Will are in the upside-down, which is stuck on the day Will went missing in 1983. While in the upside-down, Mike and Will end up at the Wheeler House.

Time is frozen on Nov 6, which is the first episode of season 1. I think that somehow, Mike and Will are going to be able to affect the other side in season 1 (specifically Nov 6), through the upside-down in season 5.

How though? We know that (as of now) time still flows normally on the other side, unlike the upside-down. However, that could change. Like, what if time were to start moving again in the upside-down? This could happen because of Will's subconscious mind. It’s also safe to say that s5 will include some wacky time shenanigans, which could explain how this is possible. (s5 time-travel proof here, here, here, and here) But even just on the surface level, why the hell else would the show’s villain thematically be obsessed with the progression of time, be accompanied by the sound of a clock chime, and create visions of grandfather clock? Why else would Hopper’s s3 letter talk about “turning back the clock”? Why else would there be so many Back to The Future references? Why else would the Duffers talk so much about "going back to season one", or the story coming "full-circle" in season five?

There are multiple electricity shortages in s1. What if some of these moments, like when Ted fiddles with the TV in the background of season 1, were actually caused by Will (or El) in season 5? The screen looks suspiciously like how the TV screen looked when Eleven mind jumped in s2 and s3. Now for the good part:

IT’S PARALLEL TIME!

In the upside-down, Mike and Will are going to stand in the same spot at the same time as their younger selves on the other side.

The concept of Lies is a HUGE recurring theme and motif in Stranger Things. One of the very first bits of characterization we learn about Will, is that he doesn’t lie to Mike. Even though it was just a white lie and Even though he could have got away with it. Even though it meant he lost, “Friends don’t LIE.” Will waited until the other boys left before telling Mike the Truth.

I think that Mike is going to mirror Will, and confess the truth to him. From the very start, we are shown that Mike and Will have an honest and different bond than rest of the party. Which is why in season five, MIKE is going to remember this, and be able to lie.

(I, I can remember (I remember) Standing, by the wall (by the wall)- Bowie

Season 5 MIKE is going to parallel season 1 WILL, and THEY ARE BOTH going to admit the TRUTH to each-other at the same exact time (across time)! (7+7=14) winning roll!

Season 5, UPSIDE-DOWN:

for example:

Mike: “you lied about the painting being from El”

(the TRUTH about why Will made THE PAINTING for Mike is addressed--LOVE!)

Will: "You’re being stupid! It's not my fault you couldn't say you love her!"

WILL parallels MIKE during the SEASON THREE GARAGE SCENE:

Mike: "It is" (TRUTH)

MIKE parallels WILL during the SEASON ONE GARAGE SCENE:

Mike gives Will his letter (The TRUTH about why Mike made the 10 hour D&D CAMPAIGN is addressed--LOVE!)

(TRUTH=7) An UPSIDE-DOWN 7 is a capital L. The song which plays when Mike and Eleven kiss at the end of s3 (when Mike realizes he's gay) is "The First I love You". The "L" is NOT capitalized, because it’s not the TRUTH. In his letter, the "L" IS capitalized!

so at the same time (across time)...

MIKE: TRUTH=7, WILL: TRUTH=7 (7+7=14, the winning roll in D&D!)

THE THIRD AND FINAL GARAGE SCENE: (writing comes in 3's)

THEY KISS

Between them, metaphorical electricity FLARES (and potentially Will’s literal powers), as his brain short-circuits. As they kiss, “Heroes” by David Bowie plays, and the lyrics “the guns, shot above our heads, (over our heads)” narrates as electricity shoots above their heads. (Either bc of the kiss or confession) The camera pans up to the garage light over their heads, which flickers.

the audience can feel the electricity between Mike and Will. Just like how Dustin could feel the electricity between Lucas and Max.

"i could feel it." "What?" "The electricity." (are “friends” electric?)

at the same time...

Season 1, OTHER SIDE:

Will: "It was a 7, the demogorgan, it got me.” (TRUTH=7)

Will sounded disappointed about losing, but Mike DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING. He doesn't say how he "really feels". He just stands there and watches Will leave. Mike notices the garage light flicker above him. This is a metaphor for the electricity which just passed between them. Love=Electricity, and Mike just noticed it, which is why the scene directly following this one is him going inside to write a letter of what he wanted to say, which he signs "-Love, Mike."

This would act as dramatic irony because at the same exact time in the upside-down, Mike JUST SAID what he really wanted to say in this moment BY GIVING WILL HIS LETTER and/or confessing. Unbeknownst to him, his future self just confessed, and the flicker is actually when they kiss in the upside down.

This reveal would be meaningful, because Mike wrote the ten hour DnD campaign but doesn't give Will the letter saying why (Love), and Will makes the painting but he lies about why (Love). In the upside-down, the TRUTH about both of these gestures is revealed.

In this moment, Mike's future self says what HE was too ashamed too in season one. Mike never got the chance to give Will his letter before the "demogorgan" got him.

"Anyway, I think you’ll still beat the campaign. Sorry I couldn’t get it done before my mom made everyone leave, but you mean so much to me, and it’s been so much fun to make it for you. Hope this is enough motivation to last until we can finish it next weekend. -Love, Mike"

THE UPSIDE-DOWN, SEASON 5:

As they kiss, “Heroes” by David Bowie continues...

in season one, Mike is still ashamed of his love for Will. Which is why the scene cuts off with the line “shame”.

This time when the song plays, it will be different though. This time, the full verse will play as they kiss.

“and we kiss as though nothing could fall and the shame… was on the OTHER SIDE.”

Mike and Will are in the upside-down, and at the same time their ashamed younger selves were literally on the other side. When they finally kiss as if nothing could fall, they leave their shame on the other side (in the the past).

Or alternatively

Mike and Will are alone together in the upside-down, and the rest of society is on the other side. Because of this, they are able to finally kiss as if nothing could fall, and forget about how they would be shamed for it on the other side.

(based on the rest of the lyrics, they probably think they are going to die when this happens btw)

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Are You ok? I'm worried

I am okay! Don't worry! This goes out to everyone in the past months who's sent something like this too. I'm sorry I never replied. I was tired, saved it for later, and then forgot. If i seem like i'm blowing you off, this is probably the reason every time :')

I was putting off giving much detail, cuz i didn't want to share so much about my personal life that it felt burdensome for ppl just there to read i guess? but being vague is actually having the opposite effect so, if you don't wanna know, please skip this!

what's been going on with me is mostly a connective tissue disorder i've had since i was born, and it's the kind of thing that gets worse over time. around my last update of Big Road Home, it had one of those "getting worse" checkpoints.

i lost a lot of strength and dexterity in my hands, meaning there are some days typing isn't doable. i've had all these new food allergies and sensitivities, so a lot of my life is just in the kitchen trying to make food i can eat without reacting. i had to go off my pain meds cuz they were making the food reactions worse, so i've been spending a lot of my life managing pain (it's been surprisingly good, btw, it's just time consuming). i also had covid again, and the long-covid brain fog is so bad this time :'''( i'll be halfway through writing a sentence and forget what i just wrote and where i was going with it.

written out like this, i'm aware this seems like a lot. and it is. but i really don't want anyone to feel burdened by it. i'm not trying to do toxic positivity on myself or anyone else. i just see all this, PERSONALLY, as part of my life? like most adults have jobs they have to go to, my job that i have to go to is taking care of my body, which is trying really hard to do what i ask of it (i think working in childcare may have influenced how i think of it lol for me my body is a tired toddler and i gotta be proud of it for just showing up).

i've had these problems all my life, so i got most of the frustration out about it when i was a kid/teen. now, i've trained myself to view new limitations as a quest to find out how i'll adapt to living with that. and sometimes i do get scared i won't succeed on the quest (pain management, i'm looking at you) but so far, i've been very lucky with finding things that work for me.

all that is to say, i'm fine, just taking my time. thanks to everyone who's asked or reached out to me <3

(and just a note about the fic for anyone wondering: i'm trying to have multiple chapters ready before updating Big Road Home because otherwise there will be a cliffhanger without a quick follow-up. but the parts i'm at just happen to be when my rough drafts get really rough and are missing entire scenes because those parts were so complicated that i was saving them for later. jokes on me that i'd have brain fog when that later arrived ;v; wish me luck)

#cw food issues

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A New Start pt. 2 (NSFW)

(pt.1 here if you haven't read it)

Larissa Weems x fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, sub!Larissa, choking, fingering, masturbation, cunnilingus, strap-on, degradation kink, some light fluff

A/N: First of all; THANK YOU!! I never thought anyone would actually read or like this, so it was really overwhelming to receive positive feedback. I had been thinking about writing something with multiple parts and I really liked this when I started writing it. This one is longer than the other one because I wanted to implement some story and not just smut. Sorry about that! I do however hope it's a continuation people will like as much as the first one. I might start planning part 3 tonight if this is something you'd want more of. I have proofread it, but again I apologise for any mistakes.

Word count: 4.7k

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You and Larissa’s arrangement had been going on for a few months, and you managed to keep it hidden from everyone. She would come over a few times a week, or you would pay her a visit at the school when she worked long days. Naturally, after meeting you, she worked more long days than before but they had been far more pleasant than they used to be. You both sorely wanted more, but you knew that wouldn’t happen for now, if ever. Your life was pretty much the same aside from the affair you had going on with Larissa, and you had been working on a huge project at work when your boss came to give you an invitation.

“Y/N! Take a break every now and then, will you? You’re basically running on coffee at this point. In fact, I’m here to share something with you so you can take a break right now!” Your boss was laid back and always down to earth, and you had a great relationship with her. She sat down and you reluctantly took a break from your project.

“Sure, what is it? And I do take breaks! I just get really caught up and lose track of time.” You leaned back and actually found yourself grateful for the break after having worked on the project that turned out to be a lot heavier than you thought it would be.

“Tomorrow, one of the powerful and important businessmen in town is hosting a dinner and party for some of the companies in town and we’ve been invited. I know you don’t really like these things, but hey. It’s free food and booze and I think you’d actually really like it. He’s a bit of a prick, but it’s good for the company to keep in touch with important people in the town and it gives us some good exposure. Please come? Josh is out of town, but me, Kelly and Jess are going and we would all love for you to come. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet some pretty lady?” She laughed, and you could tell that she really wanted you to come.

She was right, you didn’t really do much other than hang out with Larissa any time you could, work, run or go to the gym. Although, you weren’t really interested in meeting some pretty lady, you already had that even though she wasn’t yours. “Fine, I’ll come! But only because you’re all going and you said there’s free food and booze. Can’t say no to that.” You chuckled and she squealed at your response. She had probably prepared some long speech because she thought you needed some deeper and more aggressive persuasion, so she was probably just as relieved.

“Awesome!! Oh, it’s gonna be so much fun. It really isn’t as bad as you probably think it is, I promise. Now, I’ll let you get back to your work before you push me away.” She almost skipped on her way back to her office and you went back to work.

The next workday went by a lot easier as the heaviest parts of the projects were done and you were beginning to wrap it up. You hadn’t heard from Larissa for a few days and you were getting worried, although this wasn’t really a unique occurrence. You knew what you had gotten yourself into, and you never nagged her. It was all on her terms, but she would send you the frequent picture posing with new lingerie or a nice selfie while taking a break. You appreciated these small, delicious gestures. She never had the confidence to do these things before you came along so it was truly special to you. You had picked out your outfit the second you got home after hearing about the dinner because you knew you’d never have the time after work, and it also made you feel like you were closer to a commitment. You were actually looking forward to this and getting your mind on something else, if only for a night.

The girls were waiting outside for you, and your boss once again squealed when she saw you. She was the complete opposite from you, but you got along surprisingly well. “I actually had my doubts and I thought you wouldn’t show. I didn’t go as far as to take bets, but I have to admit the thought crossed me. You look smashing, by the way! Let’s go inside and get ourselves a good table and a drink.” She ushered you all inside and you ordered a drink at the bar before finding a table.

Suddenly, your eyes caught her at one of the tables. She was sitting next to an older man and she looked just as shocked as you probably did when your eyes met. Your boss must have seen you staring in that direction when she gave you a friendly push. “Hey, that’s the wife of the guy who’s hosting this thing so please keep your eyes to yourself. I know she’s probably right up your alley, but that’s a no go.” She laughed and you were left stunned, and let out a nervous chuckle.

Her husband got up and held a speech filled with cliches about how a strong community with solid companies is important for a town but you couldn’t really focus on it. Your eyes were glued to her the entire time, and you could really see how unhappy she was when she was next to him. She gave him a fake smile whenever he looked at her, but that was about it. After some time, you excused yourself and you managed to catch her eye long enough to give a nod towards the exit. Hopefully she understood that you wanted to see her.

You went outside to the hallway when you saw her approaching you, and she took you to a storage room. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. I didn’t know you were coming here. I’m so sorry you haven’t heard from me, but the time leading up to these things are always busy because naturally I have to take care of everything.” She shook her head but you gently stroked her cheek to assure her that you weren’t upset.

“Hey, Larissa. I know this is how things have to be, and I knew that from the beginning. You look stunning, by the way.” You gave her a smile filled with admiration and she leaned down to kiss you. You had missed her soft lips so much, and she had been longing for yours just as much.

“I was going to text you after this to see if you wanted company. He never comes home until early in the morning, or he passes out because he’s too drunk. He wouldn’t notice me leaving. And I have missed your touch so much.” The look in her eyes became darker and her eyelids fluttered. She wanted you, and seeing you had only reminded her how much she had missed you.

“And I have missed my beautiful princess so much. I would love company, but since we’re already here… How about you spread your legs for me?” Your hands wandered to her back and down to her ass and she whimpered.

She looked at you with a slightly shocked look on her face. “H-here? Now? I… There are people walking past this room all the time.” Your hand gently started lifting up her dress, and her legs started spreading automatically.

“I know. And I love it. Do you know how much it would turn me on to know that he might walk by while I’m eating out his wife while my fingers are buried deep in her cunt, completely unaware of what’s happening in this room?” Your fingers continued pulling up her dress, and she helped you. She moved to an empty table where she sat down. She pulled the dress all the way up and spread her legs.

“Oh, you are such a desperate whore, Larissa. My desperate whore. Such a good girl.” She let out a groan when you praised her. She loved the name calling, and whenever you called her a good girl it automatically made her hiss.

You got down on your knees before her and pulled down her panties, knowing you wouldn’t have time for the foreplay you usually loved so much. Teasing her was just as fun as fucking her, because it made her so weak. You lifted up her legs and let them rest on your shoulders before you let two fingers slide down her slit. She was already soaking wet and you chuckled to yourself before you devoured her and she gasped. You felt her pulling you closer and you looked up at her while shaking your head. She knew better, and she removed her hands. Your tongue picked up the pace while two fingers slipped inside of her. She was struggling to keep quiet and you loved it. You started fucking her harder as her walls clenched around your fingers and her breath became more erratic.

“Please… Y/N… I’m going to… O-oh…” She couldn’t even finish before she came as you curled your fingers so they reached her magic spot. She arched her back and her thighs tensed up. She was a mess for you and you smiled to yourself before getting up and wiping off your chin.

“Oh, I have missed the taste of you. You’re intoxicating.” You leaned forward to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around your neck. You helped her fix her dress, hair and makeup and made sure the coast was clear before you left. You went to the bathroom while she went back to her table so it wouldn’t seem too suspicious.

You frankly had no idea how long you had been away, but enough to make your colleagues give you collectively confused looks on their faces. “I just needed some fresh air. Big crowds make me nervous.” You chuckled awkwardly and went to get another drink. Time passed and you were actually enjoying your evening, and not just because of Larissa and your little trip to the storage room. Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Larissa: You look good from behind. Almost as good as you look between my legs. ;)

You smiled to yourself. She was getting bolder with you and you loved it.

You: Are you checking me out? No one looks as good as you when you’re a moaning mess underneath me.

You turned around and saw that she was sitting alone and she smiled at her phone.

Larissa: The idea of almost getting caught was so thrilling. I want to do something like that again. I’m so wet again, and I need a release. I’m going back to the storage room now. Follow me, please.

You were stunned by her hunger, but you loved that she was so desperate for you. Especially since you were probably at least twice as desperate for the tall goddess. You looked at her with a nod as she disappeared again. You went to your table with your drink before lying about a phone call you allegedly had to take.

You entered the room, and saw Larissa on the table. She had hitched her dress up and she was sitting there with her legs spread and she was rubbing her clit with her gorgeous fingers and moaning quietly. “Please watch me, Y/N. Please let me show you what a dirty whore you make me. How wet just the thought of you makes me.” You looked at her with a grin and nodded while you leaned on a shelf and watched her intently.

She gasped and whimpered while her fingers slowly circled her clit. “Now you know how I look when I touch myself to the thought of you. Sometimes when I’m in my office, I take breaks so I can fuck myself because I catch myself daydreaming about you and the things you do to me. I love being your dirty little fuck toy. I love it when you fuck me for hours and I feel so used by you.” She let her fingers slip inside before taking them to her mouth and sucking them clean. The sight of her being so liberated, so uninhibited was wonderfully surprising and a huge turn on. It also pleased you that she felt comfortable and confident enough to take control a bit, although she would probably always be submissive to you.

“Fuck yourself. I want to watch you when you make yourself cum.” She nodded and slid her fingers back inside, adding a third finger. She maintained eye contact which was even hotter. She loved having you watch her while she was fucking herself and she was once again struggling to keep quiet. She picked up the pace and you knew she was close judging by her breath as she started whimpering. She was fucking herself deep and fast, both because she knew she couldn’t take the sweet time she so sorely wanted to but also because she was too hungry for another orgasm to keep going.

“Oh, Y/N. I-I’m gonna cum.” It only took seconds before she tensed up and gasped into yet an intense orgasm and threw her head back. You walked up to her and took her fingers to your lips and licked them clean. “I love that you’re such a dirty girl, Larissa.” You kissed her and once again helped her with her appearance so it wasn’t too obvious what had just happened in that storage room.

She left first and you waited until you figured the coast was clear. You went over to your table, and your colleagues were luckily too drunk to make any snarky remarks about you disappearing once again. You glanced over at Larissa and she smirked when she noticed you. Most of the guests had already left, so you figured it wouldn’t look too weird if you went home. Quite frankly, you just wanted to get home and take care of Larissa for the rest of the night. You decided to text her to let her know you were leaving so she had time to wrap things up.

You: I’m going home now. Join me soon, please?

Larissa: I’ll try and come over soon, darling. People are leaving and he’s deep into one of his poker games so I think I’ll make it within 30 minutes.

You said your goodbyes to your colleagues, complaining about a headache and some cliche about how you’re exhausted. This wasn’t fully a lie, so you didn’t really feel bad about leaving. You felt slightly bad about not spending too much time with your colleagues, but they had fun regardless and aside from the confused looks on their faces they probably wouldn’t even remember it the next workday. After some time, you heard a knock on the door and smiled to yourself.

To your shock, it was your boss and Jess, your colleague. “This little missy has had too much to drink and you’re the only one who lives relatively close by. I’m so sorry, but can we just stay until the Uber is here? I’m going to make sure she gets home, but the party ended and the wife of the host seemed like she was in a rush to get everyone to leave. Not that I blame her, since her husband didn’t even look at her the entire evening. Anyway, could you please get her a glass of water while we wait?” You nodded and smiled to yourself, knowing why Larissa was so desperate for everyone to leave. You were however hoping she wouldn’t arrive before they had left.

“Y/N, I just love you soooooo much.” Jess threw her arms out while declaring her love for you and you had to laugh. Suddenly you heard a knock on the door again and you froze.

“Damn, are you hosting an after party or something or do you always have guests over at all times, Y/N?” Your boss laughed and you froze. It had to be her, but you couldn’t just leave her out there. It was freezing cold and you hesitantly opened the door while thinking of a good excuse.

“Ohhh, it’s… You. Hello?” You realised how terribly awkward it sounded, but this was truly a scenario you had never thought you would encounter and you had no idea how to work through it.

“Hello, Y/N. I am just here to talk to you about the volunteer work you said you wanted to do with Nevermore’s website? I know it is an extremely awkward time to visit you, but I was just so terribly intrigued by your mind when you told me about the ideas you had when I met you outside.” Oh, she was good. This was undoubtedly an excuse that sounded believable and you could feel the nervous tug in your chest let go.

Larissa moved so her back was facing the living room where your boss and Jess were sitting on the sofa and she opened her coat enough for you to see that she was fully naked underneath it. She bit her lip and gave you an innocent look. You coughed to hide your gasp and tried to collect your thoughts. “Y-yes, that’s right! I almost forgot about that. I’m sorry, these are my colleagues, they’re just stopping by because Jess here is a bit… Indisposed at the moment and they’re waiting for their ride.” You pointed to your boss and Jess on the sofa and let out an awkward chuckle.

“Oh, hello! It’s nice to meet you! My name is Larissa Weems. I’m the headmistress at Nevermore Academy. I met Y/N here while we were outside getting some fresh air, and she told me what she does for a living. One thing led to another and she offered her skilled mind and hands.” She smiled and walked over to shake their hand to greet them properly.

“Oh, hi! Yes, she’s pretty awesome and great at what she does, so you’ll be lucky to have her! I’m sorry about Jess here, she seems to have fallen asleep. Otherwise I know she would have greeted you.” Your boss laughed and gently tried to wake up Jess who was long gone. Eventually Jess woke up with a twitch, just in time for the Uber to arrive.

“Are you okay, or do you need help with her?” You gave your boss a concerned look, but she just laughed and told you that this wasn’t their first rodeo. Jess rarely went out and she was a lightweight so it wasn’t uncommon for her evenings to end this way. You helped your boss and sent them off, before eagerly heading back inside to Larissa.

“Do you think that was appropriate? Hm? To tease me like that when I have people over?” You gave her a stern look and she looked down. She knew she had been too bold.

“Forgive me, miss. I should know my place and I should have known better.” Her voice was shaky, and she knew she was in trouble.

“Take off your coat and go upstairs to the bedroom. Now.” She nodded and you followed her up the stairs.

“You are going to apologise, and you are going to explain what you did wrong. I want to make sure you know exactly what your mistake was.” You sat down, and she stood before you still looking down.

“I am so sorry, miss. I was a disobedient whore, and I am not allowed to tease you unless I know I have the permission to do so. I was bold and reckless, and now I must take the punishment you are going to give me now.” You got up and she knew what was coming. She got on all fours on the bed with her ass up in the air. She had learned what her punishment was whenever she disobeyed you or did something without permission.

“You know the drill. You will count. 20.” You positioned yourself on the side of the bed and rubbed her ass before the first spank hit her. You loved the sound of your hand hitting her skin and how she whimpered but counted each and every slap.

“T-twenty. Thank you, miss.” She whimpered quietly after your last spank and you gently kissed her red and sensitive skin.

“Good girl. Now, I can see how hungry you are for me. It’s running down your thighs. You love it when I’m rough with you, don’t you? Tell me what you want.” You turned her over so she was on her back and she immediately spread her legs for you and you smiled.

“I want you to fuck me, miss. Please fuck me. I’ll be good, I swear. Please just use me.” She sounded so whiny, and you loved how pent up she was. This time, you had a surprise for her and you went over to the drawer to grab the new strap-on you had bought. Her eyes widened with excitement, and you could tell how much she wanted it.

“Stand up. What do you think, my pretty slut? You want my strap?” You attached the harness and adjusted it before moving slowly towards the bed.

“Y-yes, miss. Please. Please let me have it. Pretty please, I’m so desperate for you.” She sat up and her pupils were blown with desire for you. She really was desperate for you, and she didn’t even try to hide it.

You sat on the bed and leaned back. “Get on your knees and show me how much you want it.” You pointed to the floor and she immediately knew what to do. She got down on her knees and took the strap in her mouth. She whimpered and looked up at you while sucking it, and the sight drove you crazy.

After some time you pulled out and she looked up at you again with a begging look in her eyes. “Oh, my sweet whore. I’m going to destroy you.” You stroked her cheek before grabbing her throat and pulling her up on the bed. She loved it when you choked her, and you could see a new wave of arousal pour down from her already soaked cunt when she laid on the bed.

You spread her legs and kneeled between them, teasing her with the tip. She whimpered as you rubbed her clit with it, and you knew just how much she wanted it but you wanted to hear her say it. “Please, miss. Please fuck me. I’m so wet for you, miss.” Her hips started rolling discreetly and you let the strap slide in slowly and a deep groan escaped her. You started off painfully slow, both to tease and torture her but also to let her adjust. She gasped with each and every thrust, and you grabbed her thighs and went deeper.

She quivered when you bottomed her out and you picked up the pace and fucked her harder. You reminded yourself about the way she had acted the first time you met, and grinned at the thought of how much she had changed from upper class bitch to your submissive whore, begging you to fuck her hard whenever she had the chance. At times, she would give you a certain look when you were cooking together, always ending with you on your knees between her legs eating her out until she had soaked your face in numerous orgasms.

You picked up the pace even more and she furrowed her brows while looking you deep in your eyes and you knew she was getting close. You grabbed her throat while fucking her raw “Cum for me, my pretty slut. I want to see your face when I make you cum, and then you’re going to ride my strap.” You barely had time to finish the sentence before she exploded with a scream and her back lifted from the bed. You pulled out and laid down on the bed, and she followed almost instantly. You knew how exhausted she was, but that didn’t stop her. She straddled you before letting herself slide down on the strap. She started off slowly, allowing herself to find a comfortable rhythm before picking up the pace. She threw her head back as she started riding the strap harder, and you grabbed her ass. She hissed as you grabbed her sore skin, but she had grown to love the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure.

“O-oh miss, I love riding your strap. It feels so good inside me.” She was riding you hard and fast until she cried out and came in an orgasm that made her shiver on top of you. You caught her when her upper body slowly collapsed and slowly pulled out the strap from her sensitive cunt. You placed her softly on the bed and went to remove the strap before joining her in bed.

“You have done so well tonight, darling. Are you feeling okay? Was I too rough or did it feel good?” You kissed her forehead and wrapped your arms around you. She just hummed and you knew she felt good. You had told her that you wanted her to let you know if it was too much for her, and made it very clear that you would never be upset with her if she said something was uncomfortable or painful.

“I feel perfect. You feel perfect. This is absolutely perfect, thank you.” She kissed you before placing her head in the nook of your neck.

“If you think this is perfect, do you want to stay? I mean, not just now.” You kissed her cheek, but she pulled away immediately and gave you a sad look before getting up.

“You know it’s not that easy. I need to clean up and go home.” She left the bed and went to the bathroom, and you sighed. You knew she couldn’t stay, but that didn’t prevent you from asking. You knew that with her position, and his position it wasn’t an option to just leave him. But on the other hand, all he did was ignore her and neglect her. She was a trophy wife, but he didn’t even appreciate her. He brought her along on dinners and parties, but aside from that he didn’t even notice that she was away several times a week.

She came back and grabbed the clothes from her bag. You gently grabbed her wrist, and she sat down but didn’t face you. “Larissa, I know it’s not as easy as I make it sound and I don’t mean to nag about it every time we see each other. I would just like to have you in my arms for one night. One full night where I can keep you safe and make breakfast for you the morning after.” You kissed her hand and you knew she blushed whenever you did. It made her feel like a princess, and you loved making her feel that way.

“One day, I promise. But for now, you’re gonna have to settle with this. And I hope that won’t make you lose interest.” She looked sad and spoke to you with a concerned tone in her voice while she was getting dressed.

You chuckled and sat up before kissing her. “Larissa, have you seen yourself? And have you seen the way I look at you? I won’t ever lose interest in you, my precious goddess.” You kissed her cheek and she blushed.

You both got up and you followed her to the door. She once again leaned down to kiss you and gently stroked your cheek. “How on earth did I end up this lucky? It might be out of place for me to say this, but you make me feel so good and you make me feel so pretty.”

You chuckled and once again kissed her hand. “If anyone here is lucky, it’s me. You are pretty smashing if you hadn’t noticed.” You gave her a playful wink and she laughed.

“Darling, I know you’re stressed at work nowadays, so tomorrow… Keep an eye on your phone. I might be sending you a few surprises throughout the day.” Her voice was deep and sultry, and she leaned down to bite your ear. She knew exactly what to do to tease and frustrate you.

“Oh, Y/N. You are beautiful. I think I’m falling fast and hard for you.” She stroked your cheek once more before disappearing out the door, leaving you both stunned and excited.

#larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems x you #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems smut #larissa weems fanfic #f!reader #wlw #principal weems x reader #gwendoline christie

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