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sukunasweetheart · 8 months

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to satiate, seduce, and to sin.

HEED THE WARNINGS; fem!reader, half human(?) and half snake sukuna, its highkey yandere, mentions of eating people, DUBCON elements, dacryphilia, degradation, HEAVY smut, breeding, cum inflation, use of threats, squeezing/constricting, brainwashing, manipulation, body modification, trueform sukuna (two dicks), mentions of pregnancy and lactation.

Word count: 5k+

sorry guys, i kind of went all out with this one...

you are a researcher, and you’re looking for a rare specimen that most have assumed has disappeared or simply never existed in the first place. but recently, a few traces of activity from one has arisen, and you’re on the case to try and find him before he vanishes without a trace again. unfortunately for you, you decided to embark on this journey during the heat of his mating season... which leads you to making an interesting deal with him.

snake hybrids are and always has been extremely rare as a species - you’ve only seen them in books and blurry images. the information obtained on them - diet, habitat, behaviour - are also mostly just speculations. how they reproduce is shrouded in mystery. despite being half snake, they are much, much biologically different from actual snakes. many believe they are just a fabricated species.

you however, are confident that they are real, and that they’re still around somewhere. pursuing your passion for them, you’ve started another one of your many solo expeditions in search of any clues, or hopefully, one of them in the flesh.

and in this current one, you’ve seemed to hit a jackpot. you’ve been following this enormous snake trail for hours now. you’re really close to finding him, you’re certain.

after another hour or so of walking, a large cave can be sighted a good distance away, to your excitement. you tread carefully through the dirt, dead leaves and tree bark on the ground, making your way towards it.

standing at the entrance to the cave, you hesitate for a moment, heart thumping wildly. you’re so close. this could be a groundbreaking discovery, or it could be another false lead. you’re unable to see the other end of the cave at all, due to how ominously pitch black it is inside. good thing you brought a flashlight with you.

you put your backpack onto the ground and take it out, turning it on and off a couple of times to make sure that it was working. good as new. putting your backpack on again, you take in a deep breath before beginning to carefully make your way inside.

it’s awfully quiet. that’s usually a bad sign.

and if it weren’t for your flashlight, you would’ve needed a lot of time to let your eyes adjust to this darkness, as there’s little to no light that reaches into this cave. your footsteps echo against the walls, the noise bouncing off and heading down further, catching the attention of something lurking within the deepest end of this cave.

“hello?” you say boldly, letting your voice ring out, reaching out to whatever might be sitting in the dark before you. no answer.

you continue your walk, pointing your light towards the walls occasionally, and then the path in front of you to make sure you didn’t trip over anything. with every step, you start to feel more afraid. what if there’s nothing here? what if this whole trip and the expenses and the time you spent was all for naught? the thought of going back empty handed makes your stomach sink.

you halt altogether when your light falls upon something on the ground. a small creature...? no... it looks like...

the end of a large snake’s tail.

in the blink of an eye, something wraps around your whole body tightly, rendering you completely immobile. your eyes widen and a frightened yelp escapes your throat, but you’re still holding on tight to your flashlight. a deep voice resounds in your ears, a voice that sounds so human.

“look at what’s wandered aimlessly into my den. a free meal. did you come in hopes to get devoured?”

you do your best to point your flashlight towards the source of the voice.

a man that has his arms crossed... looking closer, he has an extra pair that rests at his sides. a large mouth on his stomach. and from his waist down, he has the body of a snake. he stares down at you, amused. his giant tail coils tighter around you, noticeably more around the swell of your chest.

“...and a woman, no less. what do you want?”

your eyes continue to wander around his features, taking note of everything that stands out to you. glowing red eyes-- and just like his extra arms, he has extra eyes too! they’re a lot smaller than his main ones, however. oh, you’re so curious and ecstatic. so many extra features nobody had thought this hybrid would have.

“answer my question, vermin. who do you think you’re dealing with here? i’ll crush you until you’re choking on your own blood,” he spits harshly, wrapping around you tightly. you’ve come at a bad time.

he’s in a rather sensitive mood right now, being so...pent up.

“i-i apologise... i’m a researcher. i’ve come this way to look for you,” you begin to speak carefully. “i wanted to prove your existence to the world. and it’s been a long while... but i’m finally here.”

he lets out an exasperated sigh. what a pathetic, insignificant goal you have. humans really love treading into places where they don’t belong, following their foolish curiosity, like a dog being lead around by its nose.

“i wanted an opportunity to observe you, if i may. just write some notes down... and a couple of pictures. would that be alright? please? it won’t take long at all.”

your eyes begin to wander again, being out of your control as you instinctively end up doing so, as if to prove sukuna right about your kind.

the scales of his tail... they have a very unique pattern to them, being adorned with beautiful shades of red and black. similar patterns run down his face and upper body as well. you’re itching to give him a sketch in your notebook. without thinking, you wriggle your arm out from his grasp and run your hand along them.

“ah... so magnificent. it feels exactly the same as a normal snake’s. i want to know more,” you mumble to yourself, loving the texture that runs underneath your fingers and palms. it makes him give a slight jolt, giving you a startle as you instantly take your hands off of him.

“i’m sorry! did that hurt? or...”

he narrows his eyes at you, staring into your innocent gaze as you blink back at him. a pleasant idea rises in his mind. his expression shifts into a gentler one, all too suddenly, as his tail loosens around you.

“...very well, then. i’ll let you observe me,” he relents, looking down at you with mischievous eyes.

“in exchange,” he very obviously gazes upon your physique lustfully, “your body is mine to use.”

being a rare species, its been a while since he’d had someone to breed with in the recent years. especially during mating seasons- it’s been frustrating, to say the least. he never thought he’d become so desperate as to resort to use a human for satisfaction, but he’ll take what he can get.

“huh?? i- well-” you begin to say, flustered by the sudden demand. your thoughts start racing, wondering if you were misunderstanding him, by any chance.

“do you mean...”

“yes. i’m going to mate with you. although, humans can’t get pregnant from my seed. so there’s no need to be concerned about offspring.”

he says it so matter-of-factly that it startles you. you don’t want to know how he found out about that last bit of information... but you mentally jot down some notes about it anyway. so snake hybrids can’t crossbreed with humans despite being relatively similar in appearance... interesting...

you seem lost in thought again and sukuna grows impatient.

“so? what’ll it be?”

you shouldn’t agree to such an outrageous idea. it’s wrong, and... and researchers shouldn’t do such things with the subjects of their studies. and yet-

he notices you squeezing your thighs together, and grins. what an indecent woman. he’s never seen one so willing.

what can you do? you can’t afford to go back without any pieces of evidence. how would you prove your discovery? you fool yourself into thinking that you’re only doing this for the sake of your career.

“...alright. we have a deal,” you tell him meekly. you can also take this chance to find out more in depth information about... his reproductive system. what better way than to experience it yourself? ...you internally smack yourself in the face for that last part.

“where do you want to start?”

“i’d like to have a closer look at your upper body, please.”

his tail shifts to bring you closer to him. you make proper eye contact with him for the first time, and being so close to his face makes your heart thump faster. if you forget about the tail and all... he’s just a handsome looking man.

you grip onto your flashlight tightly. he has pretty eyes, too. you ask for his hand, and see that his nails are dark, and sharp. for someone who’s half-reptile, he feels oddly warm.

“i want to see your teeth next,” you tell him.

“don’t be surprised if i bite,” he responds, before opening up his mouth for you. you hope he’s only joking.

you inspect the inside closely, watching his snake tongue wriggle slightly, and his well-pronounced fangs that gleam as your light hits it.

“are you venomous?”

“i can be. it depends.”

you ask him a series of questions, pushing your limits to get as much information as possible from him.

“and the mouth on your stomach?”

he brings you down so you can have a look for yourself. this one is much bigger, but pretty much has the same basic features as the first one. fascinating. when you touch the lower lip, he suddenly encloses your hand with his larger mouth. shocked, you gasp and retract your hand quickly, to find out that it is still intact. he chuckles sinisterly above you.

“p-please put me down so i can grab my things.”

he lets you go and you immediately begin taking various items out of your bulky backpack. you place your flashlight down onto the ground facing up, so that the light hits the roof of the cave and illuminates your surroundings a bit. you start off by writing down a few pages of notes.

...was a little hostile during the first interaction...communicates sufficiently in human language... was found resting in a cave...four eyes, and four arms, including an extra mouth on the stomach...

it was pages and pages worth of description, anything off of the top of your head. you’d have to rewrite and tidy it up later. a thought suddenly comes to mind.

“do you have a name?” you ask him.

“a well-asked question. i’ll have you pleading with the name ‘sukuna’ later on, once you’re done with all that,” he tells you arrogantly, watching as you scribble into your little notebook.

...the specimen goes by the name of ‘sukuna’.

next, you grab your polaroid camera and aim its lens towards sukuna.

“there’s gonna be a small flash of light,” you warn him.

“yes, i already know what those things do.”

the last guy that tried to take his pictures without asking first, suffered some nasty consequences. it was all for naught though, because he didn’t taste very good at all.

you take as many pictures as you please, and he patiently remains still as he promised. you take a look at the results and once you’re happy enough, you neatly set them aside and shove everything back into your bag. truth be told, your heart could leap out of your mouth right now, from how intensely it was beating.

you had felt his eyes resting upon you from behind the whole time, feeling the way he was watching your body with his lecherous gaze, undressing you with it.

“all done?” he voices gently, voice dripping with sweet poison. nothing like the tone he’d used when you first arrived here.

“...yes. are- are we doing it straight away?” it was a stupid question to ask, but you felt the need to say something, anything.

"i might lose myself if i have to wait any longer,” sukuna confesses, slithering closer to you.

“wait! let me just- i’ll get myself undressed.”

you had a feeling that if he did it, he’d simply rip everything off your body. you need something to wear for the trip home. sukuna smirks at you.

“...go on, then. put on a show for me, will you?”

the phrasing flusters you immensely, but you work hard to make your trembling fingers work to unbutton yourself and unhook your bra yourself. your breasts bounce lightly with every movement, and sukuna watches with incredible restraint.

“nothing like watching a meal prepare itself in front of your eyes... it’s a shame you’re only here to satisfy my lust and not my hunger too.”

the thought of it sends a shiver down your spine.

you swallow on nothing as you avoid his eyes, taking your last bit of underwear off. you’re scared, but in a strangely arousing way. have you always been this perverted?

“i-i’m done...” you say with a small voice, instinctively attempting to cover yourself up to maintain some form of decency.

“wonderful. let’s start with a little taste, shall we?”

sukuna picks you up effortlessly with his arms, and without any stalling, your pussy is pushed up directly against the mouth on his stomach, his hands placed on your ass to support you while you wrap your legs around his waist.

“i’ll need to get your holes nice and loose for me. better it be pleasure than pain, right?”

something wet and warm slithers out and rubs up on your sex.

you nod with gratitude, watching the large tongue in anticipation. your arms loop around the back of his neck, and you’re looking down as he laps at your clit, making you quiver against his strong grip that holds your hips in place.

you timidly moan, immersing yourself in the feeling of this once-in-a-lifetime cunnilingus, of this strange snake’s tongue that rubs up against your sensitive cunt without holding back. it slowly slips its way inside you, making your hips jump in surprise.

“you’re sopping wet. i don’t think i even need to do much for this one,” sukuna comments, enjoying your little reactions. you continue to only stare at the tongue going in and out of your hole. he cocks his head slightly to the side.

“why won’t you face me up here? afraid to meet my eyes?” he voices rather sulkily, lifting your head up by your chin. once you see his lustful expression, something in you throbs without control.

“hah! your hole’s clenching around me so lewdly. it’s being honest, unlike you.”

the focus seeps out from your gaze, and you begin to enjoy yourself.

“yes... you needn’t be so shy. relent yourself to me.”

he pulls your face in closer to his, and kisses you in a feverish manner, shoving his forked tongue into your mouth. you moan pleasantly against his lips, and one of his spare hands claws at your breasts, groping them without mercy.

his bigger tongue slips out of your sopping cunt, and sinks itself into your ass instead. the saliva it secretes does a good job at being a lubricant for it.

your own tongue savours the strange shape and texture of sukuna’s one - lapping up at his lips desperately, like you would to a lover. he likes your eagerness. his own cocks are beginning to throb and unsheathe from the slit on his lower half, unbeknownst to you.

something about you... is quite intriguing. timid and coy as you seem, you’re not hesitating to unmask your true desires; your obsession with his body. even now, you’re sucking on both his tongues with such greed, it’s hard not to be captivated.

when he breaks the kiss, a thick string of saliva still connects the two of you.

“a harlot, you are,” he tells you with a mean grin.

you look at him with teary, vulnerable eyes. the tongue that had been thrusting in and out of your ass slips out, leaving both of your holes twitching for more.

“i suppose you’re all set now,” sukuna tells you. he finally reveals his aching two cocks, twitching with the need for release.

so that’s where they come out from... they don’t look too different from a human’s, besides the ribbed tip-

“you like them? they’ll be sure to grant you a pleasure you’ll never feel from anyone else.”

you begin to brace yourself, your holes clenching around nothing. your chest rises and falls quicker, indicating your excitement.

he lines them up, and pushes them into you, at a steady pace. your body trembles, and sukuna has to keep you in place as you gasp and hold onto him for dear life. he stretches you so mercilessly. you feel him twitching inside you, as he forces his way against your clamping walls.

“haa...so tight. you fit me like a glove, sweetheart,” he pants, the term of endearment slipping out accidentally. perhaps he’s gone without mating for too long. he feels himself getting easily attached.

when he pushes the rest of himself in fully, reaching all the way, both of his cocks fit snugly inside and forms a bulge on your abdomen-- they press up against a certain spot within you and something seems to erupt in your mind. an unexpected orgasm rips through your body without warning.

you let a string of moans as you arch your back, your walls spasming around him as a result of this sudden climax.

if it were his normal self, he would’ve teased you harshly for reaching your high just from putting it in. but his current sensitivity causes him to also fall off the edge.

“f-fuck, if you keep squeezing me like that, i’ll-!”

sukuna grits his teeth, drool running down the side of his lips, as his cocks also begin to release-- giving him an intense orgasm for the first time in years. they pulse strongly inside of you, spilling spurt after spurt of his thick, hot cum, in large amounts.

he shudders against you, being lost in the pleasure, and begins to lift you up and down, using you like a fleshlight even while he’s still orgasming. the feeling of it bubbling up inside you is something obscene, like it should be forbidden to feel this good and drunk with lust, especially at the hands of a devil like this.

you lean forward to kiss him again, wanting to feel his groans against your lips, and needing a taste of his tongue again. he does exactly that for you, as if reading your mind. had you been one of his kind, he would’ve kept you as his permanent mate. he makes out with you for so long that you’re left gasping for air by the end of it.

“tch. i can’t believe i’ve stooped this low, cumming so quickly like a virgin,” he murmurs with half-lidded eyes.

“nngh...sukuna- i’m already so full,” you whine pitifully. you can feel his spend leak out of you, even though he still has your holes plugged up with his two dicks.

“that’s not good. i’ve still got much more to give,” sukuna teases, liking the way his name sounds on your lips.

“you’ll just have to withstand it.”

he begins to move in and out of you again.

lewd, wet slapping sounds echo throughout the cave as he fucks you in earnest, already mindlessly going after his next climax. you shiver in his arms, yelping each time the tip kisses your cervix. the double penetration doesn't help your case - as both of them rub up against each other within you, making your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

"i-i can't... it's all too much," you mumble, the bulge in your abdomen continuing to disappear and reappear with every thrust of his.

"you agreed to let me use you. no going back now," sukuna tells you with a grunt, brows furrowing when you tighten up around him again, threatening to milk him dry. it drives him mad.

"and i'll be sure to use this slutty body to my heart's content."

his previous loads makes for an even better sensation, making you nice and slippery for him. creamy, white rings are already starting to foam up at the base of both his dicks.

"it feels too good- too big- too big-" you babble, fresh tears piling up in your eyes as he continues to pummel into you, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

when the tears begin to roll down your cheeks, sukuna darts out his tongue and gets a taste.

"sweet..." he mumbles.

the urge to cum spills over, and he's releasing inside of you again. his seed repaints the walls of your womb and ass as he groans against the shell of your ear, making you dizzy with arousal.

"oh- my god-" you manage to let out, as you feel yourself getting filled up again.

"you're taking me better than anyone else has before...like a good little whore," sukuna compliments breathlessly, continuing to pump you full with his seed. he's never felt better. his head feels all fuzzy and the edges of his vision is a little blurred, as he focuses only on your sweet little face, lost in a state of euphoria. he leans into the crook of your neck, and darts his tongue out to taste your skin, desperately resisting the urge to sink his fangs into you.

as fast as he empties himself, his cocks fill up again even faster.

"sukuna...i feel... like i might burst," you pant, referring to your poor abdomen.

"...is that so?" he tells you, carefully sliding both of this cocks out of you. you feel a little relieved from the fullness, but also a bit empty simultaneously.

you gasp and jerk your hips when his large hand suddenly applies a bit of pressure to your stomach. everything that he'd stuffed inside you comes dripping out in large globs, falling into a little puddle on the ground.

"there we go," sukuna grins maliciously, watching as you tremble in his arms, enjoying this sensation of his cum oozing out of you... like the freak that you are.

"such a waste. i'll just have to stuff you full, over and over..." he whispers against your ear.

"nngh- sukuna... sukuna..." you chant, hips shaking as he re-inserts himself into you - both of his veiny cocks throbbing once again, aroused by witnessing you indulge in your pleasure.

he sighs erotically, as your plush walls welcomes him back inside, allowing him to slip inside so easily from the amount of slick you're producing.

you might actually go insane.

...sukuna uses you like a fleshlight for god knows how long. by the end of it, you're surprisingly still conscious, despite being ruined irreparably. fucking with such a sinful snake should've dragged you to the deepest pits of hell-- yet, being with him felt so heavenly.

"you ended up being more durable than i thought, love. i'm pleasantly surprised," he praises you, embracing your limp body closely.

"...might be worth trying on you..." he seems to speak to himself.

whatever it is that he's talking about, you're in no state to be pondering. you breathe heavily, eyes half-closed, trying to calm yourself after being so overstimulated for a period of time.

"rest easy. i'll keep you warm throughout the night."

his words hit you like magic, and the fatigue seeps into your consciousness, making you fall asleep in his arms.

your pillow...feels a little too firm. and- scaley? it's warm, though. and this texture is addictive.

when you open your eyes, you find yourself laying in a tangled pile of sukuna's long tail - your bare body covered with the clothes that you'd taken off before...

"you're awake. did you enjoy groping my tail in your sleep?" sukuna asks, recalling to the moments where you nuzzled against him with a perverted smile on multiple occasions.

flustered, you immediately want to voice your denial but your dry throat prevents you from doing so. you hold onto your own neck, coughing. he looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

eventually, you're able to point at your backpack that's still sitting towards the side of his cave, which he grabs for you. you rummage your bag for your bottle of water that you'd stashed carefully, and you take a big gulp from it.

"sorry. throat was parched," you tell him, your voice still a little hoarse.

"right. forgot how sensitive you humans were," sukuna says nonchalantly.

"but still, you sufficed better than i expected," he adds on, with a smirk. he reaches out and brushes the back of his fingers against your cheek.

the praise makes your heart race, and you recall your memories from yesterday. it feels like a fever dream. this will be a secret you'll tell no one.

and that brings you back to reality. you remember that you need to get back home. there's a mountain of things you need to do! but... somehow, the thought of leaving made you feel a bit melancholic. will you ever see him again?

"you know... i originally intended to eat you after using you for sex."

the sudden phrase makes your blood run cold.

"...but i changed my mind. that would be such a waste of potential."

potential? potential for what?

"...look into my eyes, sweetheart."

"sukuna, i... i need to return home," you bring up carefully.

his tail tenses up, making you feel even more nervous. it coils around you tighter, and lifts you up to him. he gently grabs your face, lifting your chin up.

you can't help but do as he says - like taking his orders had been ingrained into your muscle memory - and once your pupils meet his, escape becomes infinitely more impossible.

"you don't wish to leave. you want to stay here," sukuna coaxes you, eyes gleaming red. your mind becomes... clouded. his voice rings in your head. it hurts a little, but you can't look away.

"but...home..." you protest for the final time, eyes turning blank. the words leave your lips like the last spark of a dying light.

"this is your home, my love. i am your home."

he takes you in his arms and nuzzles against your neck. a tongue darts out and licks a stripe against your skin, making you shiver. your arms snake around him, like you can't get enough.

"tell me again, sweetheart. where is your home?" he whispers darkly against your ear.

"...my home...my home is..." you drone on, still having some urge to fight back against his manipulation. he embraces you tighter, and possessively lets his teeth nibble on your earlobe.

"my home is you..."

the phrase gives way for a gleeful smirk to form on his face.

"wonderful. i'm glad you feel the same way," sukuna emphasises, withdrawing his face from your neck.

"now, let your tongue out for me."

you do it without question, and he leans forward to capture it with his mouth, initiating an intimate kiss. tongues roll around against each other, and you feel yourself sink deeper into him. when he pulls away, you're left breathless, a string of saliva still hanging off between. he takes it with him, by giving a soft lick to your lower lip.

"how amusing...this ability of mine isn't even that potent. had your determination to go home been stronger, it wouldn't have worked. makes me feel pleased, knowing that you had a strong desire to stay with me."

"sukuna..." you cling to him lovingly, making his heart give a tug. it makes him want to mess you up. but your fragile human body couldn't possibly handle that. which is why...

"i'm going to grant you a snake's tail. to make you completely mine," he suddenly confesses.

"is that... possible?" you still ask questions, even in a state of hypnosis.

"for me, it is. i didn't bother correcting you when you mistook me as one of those common hybrids, but i'll let you know now. i'm something more akin to a god."

he doesn't elaborate further. the new piece of information shrouds his species with even more mystery. perhaps it should stay that way.

it's a risky process, and you might end up losing your life. but he believes you can endure it.

"i'll be honest. it'll hurt a lot, love. but my venom will soothe you. i'll numb the pain."

within the next few seconds, his fangs sink into the side of your neck.

some additional dot points and what happens after;

so you do survive the ordeal, and you wake up a week later after being essentially modified to become a snake hybrid yourself

memories are hazy, but youre still sound of mind and you eventually get used to this new body with sukuna's help

he did tell you that humans can't carry his seed, but now that you're also a half-snake, you can...

now he has a permanent mate that he can use whenever mating season comes around

he doesnt have to lift you up when he wants to fuck you anymore, it can be done in a missionary way, where both of his dicks can fit into your snake cooch at the same time (its still a bit of a stretch tho, hes so big)

whenever he mates with you, both of yours and his tails coil around each other's, like how real snakes do (itd be cute if a heart would be made with the tips at the very end)

there are still some human aftereffects on your body, like when you get pregnant, you start lactating... he has the privilege to drink it all up himself when they get sore and full, since his young won't be needing any of it anyway

at first, you intensely miss your human life, weeping pitifully in the darkness of the cave,,

he gets you curled up against him, licking your tears away, and then kisses your forehead, promising you that he'll protect and love you forever, since youre his one and only mate...

"convincing" you that there is nothing to miss about being human.

Masterlist

#sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x you #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #tw dubcon

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riordanness · 4 months

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electric touch — [w.wonka]

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requested: yes!! anon <3

I’ve never been someone people go to when they’re sad, or sick, or just need a comforting shoulder to lean on.

I’m usually pretty closed-off. I don’t open up to people, in fact I barely speak to anyone.

So when Willy Wonka, the famous chocolatier I work for, knocks on my door with a temperature and blurry eyes, I’m shocked.

“Mr Wonka, sir?” I ask in surprise, both my mouth and door open. “Are you alright?”

Willy shakes his head slowly. “I’m sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to barge in like this, but… I need someone’s help. I’m—“ He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. He collapses, but luckily I’m there, and he hits me before he hits the floor. I catch him, rather unsteadily, in my arms.

“Hey, hey,” I mutter. “You’re okay. Uh… let’s get you onto the couch, alright?”

With my help, Willy stumbles over into my living room, and drops heavily onto my sofa. His curls are damp from sweat, and half stuck to his forehead. He closes his eyes and sighs.

“What do you need?” I ask hesitantly.

“Water, please,” he manages.

I hurry and collect a glass from the kitchen, filling it with cold water and ice. I also run water over a cloth, squeezing out the excess.

I drop to my knees at Willy’s side, handing him the water. I have to help him sip it, though.

I take the glass from him when he finishes, and leave it on the coffee table. I grab the damp cloth and gingerly hold it to his head, brushing away his loose curls with my fingertips.

Willy’s eyes flutter open, and he glances at me. “You’re a miracle, y/n.”

I laugh awkwardly. “No, I’m not, sir.” I dab the cloth all over his forehead. “I barely know what I’m doing.”

Willy chuckles, and his eyes slide shut again. “Thank you.”

A small smile grows on my face, without me even realising. “You’re welcome, Mr Wonka.”

“Please. Call me Willy. Everyone does.”

“Okay…” I hesitate. “Willy.”

He smiles.

I gently pull my hand away, leaving the cloth on the coffee table beside his water glass. “Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” I ask quietly.

“Y/n,” he says, his voice low. “You don’t have to call me sir. I’m not your scary boss, you know. I’m your friend.”

I’m lucky he still has his eyes closed, because my cheeks feel warm all of a sudden, and I’m sure that if I looked in the mirror I’d be red all over. “Okay, Willy.”

There’s a heartbeat of silence. I stare at him, memorising every bit of his face. His features. His loose, dark curls that are never orderly, his jawline that I’m always half tempted to run my finger along. His mouth, that, for some reason, I want to kiss.

It’s like suddenly I'm no longer in control of myself. Without even a second of thought, I lean forward and press my mouth to his. I only linger there a moment, then sit back.

Willy shifts, then looks at me, surprise in his eyes. “What was that for?” His voice is a little raspy all of a sudden.

I shrug my left shoulder. “I… I don’t know.”

He smiles, looking tired. Then, he props himself up on one elbow and touches me gingerly under the chin, his fingertips holding my gaze to his. He pulls me closer at the same moment he leans toward me. Our lips meet, and it’s soft and it’s desperate and it’s tender and it’s hungry, all at the same time.

It’s everything I could ever have wanted.

#wonka #wonka 2023 #willy wonka #willy wonka x reader #wonka x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet #timothée chalamet x reader

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emmaiooo · 7 months

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you're weak.

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6:43 PM.

“we’re still on tonight right?”

“sorry. can’t.”

“why???”

“hello…?”

you huffed at the message, why is he not responding? it's not like he has some teen boy shit to do. opening your phone once again, you dialed geto. “yo it’s geto, leave a message after the beep.” you sighed, “you guys didn’t abandon me right..?” you whispered after the beep, then hung up and laid on your bed.

NEXT DAY - 7:56 AM.

“morning guys!” you smiled happily at the duo, bringing your hand up to give gojo a high-five, like you always do. “oh uh, not right now y/n, we have class.” gojo shuffled away from your presence. you froze. “o-okay.” you gave him a weak smile, and turned around to walk to your class. as you walked away, you saw from the corner of your eye that geto was whispering something to gojo. damn, where is shoko?

4:12 PM

“here.” shoko handed you a drink as you were sitting on the stairs of jujutsu high. you looked up, shoko had a cig in her mouth as you grabbed the sparkling soda from her hand. “thanks.” you mumbled. you both sat there in silence, waiting for someone to say something. “seems like they’re ignoring you.” shoko said, finally breaking the silence. “where were you shoko?” you asked, opening the soda can. “had a bunch of tests for medical school, passed with flying marks.” shoko smiled as she made a peace sign next to her face. “hah, really? you definitely cheated.” you giggled, letting out a breathy laugh. “i’m…going to go to medical school now, so i’ll be absent more.” shoko said, taking a breath from her cig. “oh…okay.” you said quietly, looking down. shit. now what are you going to do? you wished you were in a normal highschool, with a normal amount of kids, so there's not only just four people in your grade. you don’t even have anyone to hang out with now, no one to talk to. even the first years shunned you. haibara said he had bad feelings from you, and nanami is just not talkative and listens to haibara. utahime didn’t like you either, and mei mei is only interested in getting money, which you had none of. stupid fucking curse. your cursed technique always scared people, you had sharp fangs and always had a pale look on you. you looked like you were cosplaying as a vampire to normal human beings. everyone hated you because you were scary to look at.

FEW MONTHS LATER - 11:30 AM - THREE SECOND YEAR STUDENTS SENT TO TAKE CARE OF A SPECIAL GRADE CURSE; ONE SEVERELY INJURED.

“you’re so fucking stupid! can’t even do one thing right when we asked you to! this doesn’t make sense at all, you are a special grade sorcerer!” gojo yelled at you, you have never seen him this mad before. “sa-” you said, before getting cut off by gojo. “don’t call me satoru. it’s gojo to you.” he spat out, looking at you without his glasses, which had long been gone since the fight with the curse. “g-gojo, we still managed to kill the curse, and shoko can use rct on geto!” you tried reasoning with satoru. indeed, it was your fault that you made a small mistake on the mission, but gojo couldn’t be blaming the whole thing on you right? geto can survive this, the doctor’s said it too. you don’t get why gojo is so upset about this whole ordeal. gojo groaned loudly, “y/n this is why you can’t do shit. i’m going to talk to yaga about not having any missions with you anymore, you can go on missions by yourself. you’re a special grade anyway.” gojo rolled his eyes as he started to walk back into geto’s room. you sat there, letting all the words sink in. just one more year, one more year with them and you can finally leave.

2 MONTHS LATER - 9:23 PM

“y/n! are you okay? where does it hurt?” shoko ran to you, “you’re so stupid, why did you go alone on this mission?” shoko was panicking, already trying to heal you after you called her when you were on the brink of death. “uhm…i…” your eyes were blurry, looking around and spotted two males. you could see the anger in gojo’s eyes and the horror in geto’s face. “did you exorcise the curse?” geto asked calmly. shit..you forgot geto needed the curse to eat. “no..” you looked away from him. “oh my god y/n!” gojo groaned and put his hand on his head. “the best thing you could’ve done for us was to trap the curse and wait for us to get here! but now we lost a special grade for geto to absorb.” gojo was clearly irritated. “b-but the curse could’ve killed me! how could you say that?” you cried, thinking about how unreasonable gojo could be. “you’re a special grade and still can’t seem to carry out a simple task, you’re weak.” gojo said with venom, making your heart hurt. “she did her best gojo.” shoko tried to reason with him, still healing your wounds, “and that was good enough.”

the next day, your wounds were all healed, and your mind was clear.

“y/n, you sure about moving to kyoto?” - geto

“yea.”

“alright, we’ll miss you.”

like hell they would, you thought to yourself. they wouldn’t understand no matter how much you explained to them your feelings. especially gojo, he was born as the strongest, the whole world power balanced after he was born. you could never compare to someone like him.

get stronger.

the words rang through your head.

get stronger.

and you will.

(honestly this did not turn out the way i wanted it, might get a rework.)

#angst #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #shoko x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader angst #geto x reader angst #shoko x reader angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader angst #fanfic #sad #writing is hard #weak

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anadiasmount · 2 months

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what do you think an ideal date with jude be like?

a love for the books - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: request above!

wc: 1.3k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

HIII MY LOVE!! i’m so sorry this was delayed but i’m posting this in honor of valentine’s day 😣🤍 ik this might be a little over the top, but knowning how jude is...🤭 HERE’S THISSS FOR YOU AND ANYONE READING!! like always, hope you enjoy bc it’s pure fluff 🤍🤍

“look so pretty for me darling,” jude said coming up behind you where you shyly looked away as you finished clasping your earrings on. “seriously, like how did i get this lucky,” jude kisses your temple and sighed in relief as he hugged your waist.

you smelled his familiar cologne, kissing his bicep that was bare as he wore a simple black button-up and some jeans. looking more boyfriend than ever. “i don’t know jude, you tell me. i’m the lucky one for being able to spend my weekend away with my boyfriend for the first time in weeks,” you say teasingly.

“you’re right. but i have a girlfriend who is patient, loves and cares for me, and planned this evening for the two of us. don’t worry i have something special in store for you later,” jude leans down and pecks your lips in a loving manner, a groan stuck in his throat as he tastes your sweet taste.

“cmon i wanna eat, i’ve been dying to eat for hours,” jude says pulling you to the door hand to hand. “jude wait hold, wait jude! i need my shoes and my purse,” you say giggling and rushed. jude sits impatiently as you finish final details, sighing in relief once you finished.

jude opens the passenger door for you, refusing to let you do anything and let him be the gentleman he is. he keeps a hand on your thigh but from time and time, he'll interlock hands and kiss the back of it gently, giving you a cheeky smile as he sang to his music.

he led you to your table at the exclusive and private restaurant, never letting go until he grabbed your chair and helped you get seated. his brows pulled in as he scanned through the menu, telling you different options of what he saw or what he was in the mood for.

"we'll take the roscatto red wine in a bottle, and bread rolls for starters," jude spoke kindly, his thumb rubbing your skin as you continued to scan in the menu, thanking the waiter when they brought and filled your glass.

"what's the surprise you mentioned," you asked curiously, leaning your head on your hand that rested on your table. "it won't be a surprise if i tell you," jude snickered, grabbing a small bite of the golden warm bread. "yes but i'm impatient and want to know," you moaned. "if you keep whining i'll blindfold you and won't let you see the entire ride there," jude raised his brow testing you.

"fine, now what are you thinking of getting?" you asked taking a sip of the red wine carefully. "maybe the honey garlic salmon with a side of stirred veggies?" he said slowly as he read the menu. you winced in a disgusted manner, shaking your head at the thought of seafood, "ew..."

"oh please," jude laughed at you, "i bet you'll order pasta or noodles of some sort knowing how you are," jude teased earning a dramatic gasp from you. "for your information, i was thinking of it... BUT i'm going to go with the steak with a side garlic parm zucchini bites and stuffed rolls," you poke your tongue out.

jude and you speak quietly among yourselves, laughing loudly as you remember old memories and remince those times where you first met, last minute dates because you had missed each other. going to random gas stations to get snacks, or stay up all night on facetime.

you could remember it all, write all the memories down on sheets of papers and turn them into a book if you wanted to. jude always tells you the day you have kids, and once they’re bigger, he couldn’t wait to tell them just exactly how you met. how his heart bang out his chest and saw everyone blurry and just you standing in the room.

how nervous he was trying to approach you. the eagerness inside him to hear you laugh or make you smile. how determined he was to get your number or any sort of contact because he knew. how much off a stuttered mess he was once he finally asked you if you want to go inside for a drink. how he felt like the luckiest man on earth, almost cried, when you told him the three words.

through think and thin. you were it for him. and he’ll never ever let go of you.

“cmon… we’re almost there baby…” jude said as he dragged you along the gravel road down into a wet trail. “jude when you mentioned surprise i though a movie night with a fort and a game off poker, not this! i just ate and all this walking is gonna make me throw up,” you laughed nervously, almost misplaced your step any a giant rock.

“funny you say movie night… what if we have a movie night here,” jude closed your eyes, then revealed the open setting. “we can star and moon gaze if we get bored, but we can have a movie night here with all these snacks surrounding us,” jude kisses your forehead, watching your mouth agape as you saw the laid out pillows and sheets, a small table containing the snacks and jude’s ipad.

“jude… this is so CUTE. I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! you’re the best boyfriend i could ever ask for,” you squeal hugging him so tight he’s afraid you’ll break his bones. “only boyfriend you’ll have,” jude states in a possessive manner making you roll your eyes playfully.

“only boyfriend i know, unless for some reason henry cavil turns up single?” you shrug pouting your bottom lip, jude immediately frowning as he followed your steps into the sheets laid out. “uhm first off all were both english. second of all that won’t ever happen, i’ll make sure if it. third of all, you say all this after i do this for my lovely girlfriend?” jude speaks as hoe watches you set up the pillows and open bags of chips.

“i was just kidding… you’re the only hero in my life, and i can’t wait to make more of these memories with you,” you say after nagging an upset jude to lay down. he has one hand under his head, as the other one strokes your back, the bringing it up to tuck a curl back, brushing your cheek and leaning up to capture your lips.

you melt inside, feeling a burn sensation as he kiss your lips. this felt different than past times, the way he holds you, kissing you like a starved man, hands brushing and pulling you on top of him so he can further the kiss even more. your hearts beat quicker, not once pulling away, just in your own world with jude.

“as much as i want to fuck you against these sheets… i want to watch the movie with you,” jude pulls away breathless, smears of your lipstick all over his lips as he closes his eyes trying to calm down. “and what if i say i don’t want to watch the movie… that i’ll take that offer right now,” you whisper, kissing his jaw, making jude shiver.

“if you’re a good girl and do what i’ll say, i’ll gladly grant the wish, so turn around for me and press play…” jude’s voice then deep nudging to the ipad and watching you slowly turn and lay on his arm, feeling your nails gaze onto his skin as you traced his veins.

after a couple minutes of silence and just your breaths and watching the movie, you feel jude pull the strap of your dress down and pepper kisses all over your bare shoulder. “stay still, gonna give my girl the love and care she deserves…”

your love was definitely a story for the books.

#jude bellingham #judey thoughts 5️⃣#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham one shot #football fanfic #footballer #football x reader

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sommerregenjuniluft · 2 months

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@jegulus-microfic feb 26 - bed - 1047words - cw: drinking—aka reg picking up a drunk james from the pub<3

for laurie @itsjaywalkers because she's a gem and also i was listening to wallows typing this out mwah

James wipes a stray tear from the corner of his eye as he straightens back up, belly hurting and cheeks straining as he claps Peter on the shoulder, laughing and shaking with his whole body.

His head feels pleasantly heavy and his vision is a little blurry, alcohol warming him up from the inside and James thinks Peter isn’t far off with the way the flush on his red cheeks starts spreading along his entire face as he tries to catch his breath.

“Oh god,” James snickers, sucking in a much needed breath, chortling slightly on the way in which makes Peter send him a weird look and then in return makes James break into another fit of giggles. Everything is just so funny right now.

Peter joins right in, while simultaneously trying to take another sip of his nearly empty cup of beer, his laughter preventing him from actually swallowing.

Predictably, he ends up coughing and James pounds him on the back with one hand as the other maintains a white knuckled grip on the round bar table to keep himself upright as he tries not to piss his pants from laughing.

Once Peter got himself back in order he clears his throat violently, warily eyeing his remaining beverage, “Shit, I don’t think I should finish that.”

James snorts, “That’s barely two gulps, Pete.”

His blonde friend groans, head sinking into his palms, “I think Benji might already have my head if I turn up back home like this.”

James turns solemn all the sudden, nodding in understanding and rubbing Peter’s back soothingly. Benji loves him though so it’ll be fine, James knows that, but he still wants to be there for Peter, obviously.

The other man grumbles something into his hands that James doesn’t catch over the music and loud noise of people.

“What was that?”

Peter’s head tilts back up, “What about you?”

James blinks, trying to decipher what his friend means through the alcohol clouding his brain.

Pete’s lips tug into a lopsided smirk, “How’re you gonna get home to your loverboy?”

“Oh,” James makes, understanding now. “Regulus said he’ll pick me up.”

“Mm,” Peter grunts into his cup, downing the flat beer, “Premium service.”

James feels himself turn a little more gooey where he’s draping his full weight onto the precariously wobbly bar table, and he sighs long and dreamily, “Yeah, he’s the best.”

“Hi, Regulus,” Peter says, head tipped to the side at a 90 degree angle.

“Yeah, obviously, Regulus, who else?” James makes, nose scrunching in confusion.

“Hello, Peter,” a voice says from behind him and James thinks he might nearly break a few cervical vertebraes in his haste to turn around.

“Baby,” James gasps when he sees Regulus standing there in all his beautiful glory. Head cocked to the side slightly, arms crossed and a mild scowl on his face. He’s in one of James’ grey printed hoodies and sporting some dark green and blue plaid pyjama bottoms that always make his butt look a little bigger, according to himself. James loves Regulus ass though, he loves that it’s perky and petite and perfectly bite-sized for when James is—

“I texted you,” Regulus says in lieu of greeting James, lips pursed into a pout James also would like to bite, “And I called four times.”

Another, softer gasp punches out of James and he fumbles for his phone in his jeans’ back pocket for a second, tapping the screen to see the missed calls and messages.

James’ expression tips into a frown, a wounded noise coming from his chest as he shuffles closer with his head ducked, palms slowly reaching out to Regulus’ hips. “I’m so sorry, love,” James mumbles, tone apologetic and Regulus’ eyes narrow, “I swear I wasn’t ignoring you, I just didn’t hear.”

Regulus averts his eyes with a small tut, arms tightening where they’re crossed.

James can’t help but whine. The last thing he wants right now is for Regulus to be mad at him, “Baby, please, I promise.”

When Regulus doesn’t budge, James twirls one of his dark curls around his index, playing softly and contemplating giving into the urge of peppering his boyfriend’s face in kisses. He doesn’t want to make it worse though.

James scrambles together all his might and tries navigating through the drunken haze of his brain and body, concentrating to remind himself what usually makes Regulus fold.

“We were just talking about you, too,” James tries. “Petey can confirm that.”

“Oh, I do not want to be dragged into this, thank you very much.”

James grumbles, rolling his eyes and simply winds his arms tighter around Regulus. It elicits a small inhale and yes, that’s good and it makes James tug his lower lip between his teeth, humming in satisfaction.

Regulus eyes snap back around to him, eyelids fluttering and James slips into a victorious grin. He leans closer and lets his lips brush over his boyfriends, inhaling that distinct citrus and bergamot smell of him, before he breathes needily, “Missed you so much, Reg.”

In the next second there are palms thumping against his pecs, punching a breath out of him before he’s reeled back in by the lapel of his flannel, Regulus glowering at him, cheeks flushed, “Ok, that’s officially enough of you, menace.”

James giggles and quickly squishes Regulus cheeks to plant a kiss on his slack mouth.

They bid their Goodbyes to Peter and make sure he’s got a cab that’ll bring him home safely and then James lets Regulus tug him out of the pub with their fingers intertwined.

Once they’re outside of the crowded space James can’t help himself when he snatches Regulus around the waist and squeezes him with a happy groan.

“James,” Regulus chides, voice tight and flustered, “Let go, we’re in the middle of a sidewalk.”

“But I love you so much,” James slurs into the space between the hoodie and Regulus’ exposed neck, nose nuzzling the skin contently.

Regulus sighs and James doesn’t have to look to see the smile playing at his rosy lips, “Let’s get you into bed.”

“Aw yeah, bed,” James snickers, reaching one hand around to grab at Regulus’ butt.

Regulus yelps and James ends up with a bruise on his ribcage that throbs softly once he cuddles up with Regulus under the sheets half an hour later.

#theyre sooo sweet and annoying #jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #regulus black #lune’s tiny fic #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #q

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julilovesyou444 · 10 months

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hotel room ~ tom kaulitz

background- you drank too much and ended up not feeling great. you asked bill if you could go back to his room and he said sure and handed you a key card. you went back to the hotel but couldn’t quite remember what room number he said. you scanned a couple rooms until one of them finally opened. someone comes into the room, but it isn’t who you are expecting.

warnings - mentions of drinking, just fluff ♡

english isnt my first language, I learned at 10 so please go easy on me lol

I stumbled down the hallway, holding my heels in my hand. my head was throbbing and I felt so sick. I had one too many at the bar. thankfully, my bestfriend gave me the key to his hotel room so I could go rest. if I hadn’t stopped drinking, I probably would’ve thrown up on someone’s shoes.

yuck.

I got to the few doors I had narrowed it down to a few doors. bill had told me which room it was, but to be honest, I could barely hear him over the loud music. he had two keycards in his hand and he didn’t seem like he knew which was which. I walked up to the first door and put the card against the little sensor on the door. red light. fuck.

next door. red light. fuck again. I knew if I kept scanning the card on random doors it would eventually deactivate. I held my breath as I scanned it against another door.

green light! my luck was finally turning around. I pushed through the door and let it shut behind me. I dropped my heels and sighed as I made my way to the bathroom. I slipped off my tight dress that was pressing way too hard on my stomach. I looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup was smudged and my hair was messy. I walked back into the room and looked around for a suit case. I found a duffel bag beside the bed. My vision was blurry, I could barely see what I was looking through. After looking for a minute or two, I found pajama pants and a random white tee shirt. It didn’t really look like something Bill would wear, but I didn’t think too much of it. I also thought Bill wouldn’t mind if I took a pair of his pajamas, seeing as he borrowed my clothes all the time. I went back into the bathroom, washed my face, let my hair down, and used the mouth wash that was on the counter. I obviously wasn’t going to use his toothbrush, but I wanted my teeth to at least be a little clean. I grabbed my clothes and put them in a small pile on the floor before flopping onto the bed. I got under the sheets. I noticed that the bed didn’t really smell how Bill’s normally did. I was too tired to care. I fell asleep within minutes.

“shh, c’mon.”, a girl giggled.

“okay, okay, I’m coming.”, a guy responded. The hotel door shut.

“Um… who is that in your bed?”

“Oh shit. Bill gave her the wrong fucking key.”

“What do you mean?”

“Fuck, nothing, you just need to leave.”

“What?? Why?”

“We can’t do anything tonight, sorry.”

“Just kick her out?!? Do you even know her?”

“Hey, i said get the fuck out, so leave!”, he whisper yelled.

“Whatever, so fucking weird.”

The hotel door shut again.

My eyes were still closed and I was still partially asleep, but I had heard part of the encounter. I lifted my head out of the pillow it had been resting on, eyes still shut and brows furrowed.

“Bill? Should I leave? You can bring her back. Im sorry, Bill.”, i sleepily and drunkenly rambled. I heard footsteps quickly make their way over to me. A soft hand gently pushed my face back down onto the pillow and shushed me.

“No, no, it’s okay. Just go back to sleep, it’s okay.”, he comforted me.

“Okay, im sorry Bill. I just felt so bad. I also borrowed your pajamas, i dont think I’ve ever seen this pair before, they’re comfy.”, i sleepily mumbled as his hand caressed my cheek.

“it’s okay, you can go back to sleep.”

“can you sleep with me? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

there was no answer for a minute. I didn’t take much notice as I had my eyes closed and was on the brink of falling back asleep.

“okay.”

I listened as I heard him change into different clothes and brush his teeth. I felt the bed shift under his weight as he laid down next to me.

my eyes fluttered open for a split second, and I could somewhat tell that he was on top of the covers.

“you can get under the covers.”, I murmured.

it took a second, but he got under the covers next to me. I could feel his warmth, it was comforting.

I turned over and scooted myself closer to him, my head next to his chest. I wrapped my arm around him. Bill and I had been friends forever, and we were rather affectionate, in a purely platonic way.

“Goodnight.”, i whispered as i went to pet his hair. I immediately took my hand back and opened my eyes narrowly. I looked up and realized the man next to me was not in-fact Bill. It was Tom. I put the dots together. Bill gave me the key for Tom’s room on accident. I was wearing Tom’s clothes. I accidentally had Tom miss out on a fuck, one of the many things he was notorious for. I was surprised he wasn’t mad at me for ruining his night.

“Tom?”, i asked groggily. My arm still draped over him, but I was no longer touching his hair. His expression was soft, almost worried. His eyes searched mine for any discomfort.

“Is this okay?”, he asked quietly. I thought for a moment. I was always good friends with Tom, but there was always a sort of tension between us. Something that kept us from being able to do things like hug or stuff like that. We used to do it all the time when we were younger, but now? Never. Usually, I would barely touch Tom. We joked around and talked all the time. He probably knew me just as well as Bill knew me. I didn’t expect him to kick out his date for my sick-ass, though. This was new for me. But I liked it. I liked being this close to him, it felt nice.

I nodded.

“Are you okay?”, i asked, mainly referring to the fact I was right up on him. A very small smiled formed on his face as he nodded his head, gazing down at me.

I mumbled an okay before snuggling my head into his chest. I wondered why he was letting me do this. This wasn’t us. I wasn’t complaining, just a little confused. I took a breath in and immediately recognized that the smell from the bed was Tom’s smell. I just never got too close to him so I didn’t know. He snaked his hand around my waist and pulled me a little closer. I breathed in quickly, surprised by his little maneuver. His hand made slow circles on the small of my back.

“Are you feeling any better?”, he whispered. I didn’t even know that he knew I had left because I felt sick, let alone care.

“I am now.”, i replied, muffled into his shirt.

“Good.”

I couldn’t help but smile. He continued to rub my back until I fell asleep in his arms.

I sat up quicker than I ever had before. I gasped for air and opened my eyes. I started to catch my breath. I felt Tom sit up next to me, his hand on my back.

“Are you okay?? Are you sick again?”, he asked, concerned.

“No…no… bad dream… I had a really bad fucking dream.”, i said in between breaths. I held my face in my hands, feeling more embarrassed than ever. First I showed up in his room, ruined his one-night stand, and now i woke him up because of my stupid nightmare.

“I’m so sorry. I ruined your night, I should leave.”, i mumbled. I wanted to leave so he couldn’t see my face. I was so upset at myself. I began to overthink every single thing that had happened.

“What? No. Don’t go. Its way too late. How do you think you ruined my night?”, he moved himself closer to me. I felt embarrassed having to explain to him, but it didn’t seem like there was much of another choice.

“I came into your room, I made your date leave, I mean I stole your fucking pajamas, I probably forced you into sleeping next to me, we literally never touch so why now, and I just woke you up. I feel so stupid, I’m sorry.”, I apologized again. Maybe it was the alcohol that was making me so emotional.

“No, no, no. Its okay, i wasn’t that into her anyways. You can keep the pajamas, i dont really care. And I wanted to sleep with you, I wanted to touch you. I do want to touch you, I just get… shit, how do I say this? Fuck it, i get nervous, okay? It has nothing to do with me not wanting to touch you, trust me, i do. And Bill has told me about your nightmares before, it’s okay. Its not your fault. You are just still drunk and overthinking things. I want you here, so just lay back down. It’ll be okay.”, Tom responded, very lightly pushing me to lay back down. I resisted at first but very quickly gave into his warm touch. I was instantly reassured by his words, even though part of me still remained unsure. I turned onto my side, away from him. He positioned himself right behind me, practically spooning me. He started to run his fingers through my hair. It was quiet for a couple minutes, just peaceful. I felt okay.

“do you still like this?”, Tom whispered.

“Hm?”

“Dont you remember? When we were kids and you would sleepover, most of the time you couldn’t fall asleep, so I would play with your hair until you did.”

“Oh, I hadn’t remembered until you reminded me. To be fair, you’re a rockstar now. You have different priorities, like the band and girls. I’ve read the articles and seen the pictures. We don’t hangout too much anymore.”, i laughed a tiny bit into the pillow. He kept stroking my hair, but he didn’t say anything. It made me nervous. Did I cross a line or something?

“You’re right. My life has changed. A lot. But I’m still me, and you’re still you. We are still the kids we used to be, even though I may not seem like it because of the way everyone views me. As long as that’s true, you’ll always be in my life, same with Bill’s.”

“Why are you so sweet, Tom? I kind of thought you weren’t based on your whole “womanizer” persona.”

“That’s how everyone sees me, so I figure why not live up to their expectations. It’s different with you. You actually know me for me. Not the me from the tabloids”

He pushed his arm underneath me and pulled me back, flush to him. His other hand, still playing with my hair. I felt so relaxed, but somehow still a little nervous, being this close to him.

“It’s late, you should go back to sleep. You’re okay, you aren’t going to have anymore nightmares or anything. I’m right here. If you need anything, you can wake up and tell me, i wont be upset.”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“Goodnight, Tom.”

“Goodnight.”, he quietly replied.

I felt myself completely ease into his hold, and melt into his touch as he pushed his fingers through my hair, just like he did when we were kids. I was glad that I knew this version of him. His genuine, sweet, self. I knew things would probably go back to the way they were in the morning, so I savored everything second that I got to be with him. I forgot about my embarrassment and let myself fall asleep in his arms.

I wished we could stay like that forever.

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I owe you a black eye and two kisses (part 15)

(Part one)

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“Steve,” El called cheerfully from where she was perched on the arm of Max’s couch. Her hair was getting so much longer, now, tugged into two braids over her shoulders. Max had probably done that for her. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Steve muttered, not bothering to take off his shoes, seeing that Niel wasn’t home to yell at him about it. It was a kind of quiet fuck you to that asshole, breaking his rules when he wasn’t home.

“Max is in her room. Getting her things,” El explained, slipping off the couch and waiting in front of Steve, her expression expecting and patient. He ruffled her hair and she beamed, giggling and running off down the hall.

Steve leaned against the doorway, running a hand through his hair. He needed to talk about Eddie to someone, but not Max and El. They were kids—kind of—they wouldn’t know what the fuck he was talking about anyways. Max, maybe, but she and Lucas broke up so often that she probably had a very skewed view of what a relationship was like.

El came bounding back out, tugging Max by the wrist. Max had a glare plastered to her face, and El’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. Steve looked them over, shrinking into himself slightly. “Hey.”

Max didn’t answer, but El waved again and grabbed his hand. Slotting their fingers together and moving one of her many jingling bracelets over his knuckles to sit on his wrist. She didn’t let go of his hand, looking up at him and whispering. “Present.”

Steve felt himself melt slightly and he squeezed her hand. It was blue and purple, string weaves together with a little heart bead at the center. Or near the center. It wasn’t perfect, but he knew that Dustin had only taught her how to make bracelets like these a few days ago, so it was pretty good for one of her first tries.

“Thanks, Ellie,” he muttered, ruffling her hair again and being careful enough that it didn’t tug at the braids, but still reckless enough that it shook her head slightly in the way that made her laugh.

She smiled and looked down at their joined hands. “I made one for your friend.”

“They’re not friends, Ellbell,” Max cut in, rolling her eyes.

“Friends can kiss.”

“Says who?”

“Robin has kissed Steve,” El said firmly, and Steve choked on nothing, opening his mouth to defend himself before Max interrupted again.

“That was on the cheek, not on the lips,” She said, her voice softening when El frowned and reached out for her hand. Max took it. She had a red bracelet that matched one of the one’s El had on.

“Who—which friend did I kiss on the lips?” Steve stuttered out, his cheeks red as he gently tugged his hand away from El’s, trying to step away from her gaze which was boring into his skull, soft but still intimidating in her own way.

“Teddy,” She said.

“It’s Eddie,” Max whispered in her ear.

“Eddie,” El corrected, taking Steve’s hand back, her fingers tighter this time.

Steve’s breath caught and he roughly tugged his hand away from El’s, causing a small sound of disappointment to slip from her lips. It broke his heart further. He knew she didn’t like when he did that, but he would make it up to her later.

He couldn’t breathe. “I didn’t—I haven’t kissed Eddie—“

“I saw you guys at your house. In your driveway,” Max explained, rolling her eyes again, and Steve tried to stop from crying. He had told Eddie they shouldn’t have kissed outside because someone would see. And that someone had been one of his kids. They would hate him. They’d never want to talk to him again, they’d—

“I’m not mad or anything,” Max said, sounding concerned. “Are you, like…okay?”

“What were you doing at my house?” Steve said, eyes watering and voice desperate. Max’s voice sounded distant and El was all blurry.

“Skateboarding. Loch Nora’s better for it. Rich people have better roads.”

“I’m sorry, I—“ he tried to apologize, to say something, but he felt thin, warm fingers hesitantly wriggle between his own panicked hands and squeezed at them gently.

“Are you mad?” El whispered, and Steve wiped his eyes, forcing himself to suck in a deep breath. He hated that this was the first time the kids saw him cry. Over something stupid.

“M’not, mad, Ellie,” he whispered, sighing and squeezing her hand back.

“Could you take me to Eddie’s? So I can give him his bracelet?” She asked quietly, her cheeks a bit flushed as she looked down. “It is pink because I do not know his favorite color.”

Steve’s smile was stupidly fond. “Yeah. I can…I can take you guys over.”

“Why do I have to go, too? We had plans to go to the skate park,” Max whined, glaring at Steve again.

“It is because you need to keep me company,” El said softly, taking Max’s hand in her free one. Max’s face softened again. “I do not like going to new places without friends. And I love Steve but you are my best friend, so I would feel better if you went with me to Eddie’s house.”

Steve laughed quietly, fishing the keys out of his pocket. Eddie…would be fine if he brought the girls over, right? It wasn’t very ‘be good and take what you’re given’ of him, but maybe just this once Steve could do something he wanted.

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movie night part 2 - Ethan Landry

Here is part 1!

Warnings: Smut (p in v), swearing, Ethan lowkey being a switch, unprotected sex (don't be silly, protect your willy)

This is not proofread so idk about any mistakes!!

Quinn grabs your arms to keep her up, “Well, of course I do, but I lost it. Otherwise i wouldn’t be knocking, stupid.” You roll your eyes and bring the drunk girl into her bedroom, forcing her to lie on her bed. You look out and shoot Ethan an apologetic look, knowing how you left him, before closing the door to help Quinn.

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Ethan watches and feel jealousy burn at him, his sister took away your attention from him. The unbearable feeling of his hard cock in his pants made him shuffle around. Tara stands up and excuses herself, needing sleep.

“Wait!” Chad calls after her, making her turn in confusion, “Sleep out here.”

“The movies to loud.” She states.

“I’ll come with you then, so you’re not alone.” He adds, to not seem so desperate to go with her. He follows her to her room, closing the door behind them. Mindy looks at Ethan who is still watching Quinn’s door. Ethan notices Mindy’s stare and looks at her with raised eyebrows. She throws a disturbed look his way before turning back to the movie. Ethan waits for you to return, but when you takes too long, he starts to palm himself through his pants, looking for some sort of relief.

He feels your presence as you eventually walk back into the living room, looking around.

“Where’s Chad and Tara?” you ask to no one in particular. Mindy looks to you with a knowing look, “right.” You whisper before sitting down on the sofa.

The sofa dips as you lay down next to Ethan. He takes his hand away from himself and looks at your relaxed body. He crawls up behind you and rubs your thighs, making you bite your lip as his fingertips graze your skin so softly, before pressing himself onto you from behind. You can’t help but grind against him, knowing what you’ve caused. If it wasn’t for Quinn’s disturbance, you would both most likely be relieved. But of course, Ethan lied behind your body, holding his breath as he grinds into your ass, making you suppress the sounds that dared to leave your mouth. His lips once again attach to your neck, sucking small spots onto you. Your eyes flutter shut as Ethan nuzzles his head into your neck, bathing in the sweet scent of your perfume.

Mindy stands up to change the movie, sleepiness washing over her as she looks at the two on the couch with their eyes closed, assuming they’re close to sleeping. She instead turns the movie off and walks to Sam’s room, giving up on staying awake. Mindy didn’t notice the small whines muffled into the couch pillows, made by yourself. Once Mindy leaves the room, Ethan growls into your ear.

“You need to fix this.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” you push into him again, feeling your legs dripping with content as he grinds into you, the both of you seeking some sort of relief.

His hand reaches under your ass to meet with your soaked cunt, sliding his fingers around to spread the wetness. You reach back and place your hand inside his sweats, onto his swollen cock. He can’t help the way his hips buck into your hand as you feel him up, wanting to relieve him from this hardness. Ethan sits up and brings you with him, pulling both of your pants down with a struggle. His vision was blurry as all he could think of was you, the feeling of you. He leans in and whispers into your ear

“You are going to ride me until you milk me out into your sweet fucking pussy.” You can’t help but roll your eyes back, his voice laced with so much lust, making him sound so hot. You take his shirt of and feel up and down his body, his abs making you smirk and lean down, placing wet, sloppy kisses along his torso.

It was a risky game you two were playing, but it was also a game you were willing to play. Ethan grows impatient and pulls his boxers down his legs, letting his member free. While you sit above him and watch, he grabs on his cock and starts to masturbate, groans leaving from deep within his throat. You sigh in desire and take your own panties off, hovering above him and kissing him for his attention. The look on his face is unreadable but the heat of his body is all so familiar, making you sink down onto him. You have to bite his shoulder to supress your moans as you try to get comfortable on his cock. You raise your head slightly, your teeth grazing his ear as you whisper to him.

“I’m gonna fix you up, god, you fill me up so well, baby.” You start to drag yourself upwards, the sting and pleasure of having him inside of you mixing up and creating a big mess as you try to stay quiet.

“I wish we were alone right now; I’d kill to hear all of those sweet sounds you make.”

His hips once again thrust into you making you bite your lip painfully hard. Your speeds fasten as you grow more and more impatient with him inside of you, feeling the heat bubble in your stomach. His hands hold your ass, letting the soft flesh mould to his hands. Your eyes shut tight as the feeling of him indulges you, and you know that this man won’t last long by the way he’s already twitching inside of you. You speed up, wanting to get to the finish line.

Ethan leans in close to you, his breathing stuttering and heavy as he moans your name, “y/n, keep going, you’re treating me so good baby. Shit, so good.” He trails his hot mouth down your neck and to your breasts, letting his teeth nip at the sensitive skin. The feeling of his mouth on your nipple makes you press onto him harder, both of your thrusts becoming rough as you see stars. The color white washes over your eyes and your body shakes at your release, feeling his hot cum drip from inside of you onto your legs.

“Holy shit.” He groans as you press your forehead to his, your chest rising against his as you steady your breathing. You kiss his nose innocently before raising yourself up, legs shaking as you prepare yourself. He looks to you with half-lidded eyes and you kiss his cheek.

“Thank you.” He says politely, watching as you put your clothes back on and give him his own. “That was so good.”

“I’m glad.” You sit on the couch again, next to him and look into his brown eyes. He smiles like his dorky self and leans into you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pushing you onto the couch, forcing you two to finally sleep in the comfort of each other.

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Last Words of A Shooting Star (Part One)

A/N: this is the longest fic I've ever written, and this is only part one. A lot of love has gone into this, I'm super excited to share it! If there any mistakes or stuff please let me know. Uh, Aleksander's kinda OOC bcs it's early days and I'm not traumatising him yet but I am gonna make everyone so miserable in Part Two, I promise, and then he'll become a mardy bastard. Masterlist will be up with the second part, and my main will be updated.

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Warnings: Violence - murder, not too graphic, I don't think. I think that's all, if not please let me know. tbf, canon level I think but maybe I'm delusional

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Aleksander has always had a fascination with the night sky. He can’t help it. It’s the darkness, he thinks, it runs in his blood and makes up his flesh, how couldn’t he be absolutely enamoured with it?

Maybe it’s because it was the only constant.

So much of his childhood, his years as a teenager and as a young adult were spent travelling, creating new identities, learning new landscapes, new faces, new names, new buildings, all of which would disappear and be replaced every two weeks. And sure, the daytime was nice with the sun and all. But it wasn’t as peaceful, didn’t bring him that same tranquillity as when he would lay down in a field, gaze up and try to name all the constellations, find new shapes and make up new stories.

Perhaps it all changed due to the incident at the Grisha camp. He had loved sunlight, the dark had scared him. But now, something was different - that air of peace was replaced by a penchant for the tenebrosity that the night brought with it, and a love for the small lights which decorated the dusk.

No matter where he went, whether he was North, East, South, or West, the night-sky was the same. Always that deep monumental blue speckled with little dots - little lights, little moons, little stories - which people like him called Stars. There was nothing quite like laying in a field, feeling the cool summer breeze or the biting winter gusts and knowing that you were so small, so insignificant compared to everything that burned up in the cosmos.

He was young then. Young and naive. And it was before her.

Looking back on it, Aleksander should’ve known better. Hadn’t the incident at the Grisha Camp taught him that? Wasn’t it what his mother drilled into him constantly? Trust no one. Never show your abilities. Touch no one. He was, politely put, a fool.

He was a young man when his life changed, for the better and for the worse. It’s hard to remember exactly, but he believes he was around nineteen, and he remembers it was a hot summer’s evening. The day had been spent working. He couldn’t have known then, but that ‘work’ was the beginnings of The Little Palace. But back then, it was him being - as his mother would put it - foolish, and helping other Grisha travel across Ravka. They were hard to find, and even harder to trust, but gradually, slowly yet surely, he was building a good network.

But during the nights, just for a little while he could let that go. He could lay in the tall grass, head tipped towards the dark vast sky and he could stare up at the stars and pretend he was normal, that shadows weren’t absentmindedly curling around his fingers.

For some reason he struggles to remember memories before that time. They’re blurry and vague, little snippets and days that he’s lost with his extended age. But that particular night, he remembers it vividly - his long hair brushing his cheek in the wind, the hard dirt under his head, the hum of nature and bugs, the bustle of a town not so far away carried on the wind, and the stars. They were the brightest he’d ever seen them, almost restless, buzzing in their eternal placeholders. Something, he could feel, was wrong.

The image of the star falling to Earth is eternally seared into his memory.

It appeared faster than he could comprehend - one second it wasn’t there, and then one second it was. He sits up on his elbows, completely transfixed and stunned by, what he at first presumes, is a shooting star. But gradually, he realises it’s getting bigger, faster… closer.

This burning bright ball of cream yellow light, tumbling through time and space and existence, tumbling towards him. Sitting there in the field, stunned by the sight, he’s sure he can hear it fizzling and crackling, knows it’s completely impossible from this distance, but he’s certain of it. Something tugs in his chest, somewhere between unbridled intrigue and panic, his mother’s words of warning echoing in his head. The intrigue wins, it’s an easy internal battle of common sense and childlike wonder which he thought he had long abandoned.

Aleksander scrambles to his feet, accidentally getting dirt on his palms and his trousers but he barely notices, head still tilted to the sky and his breath caught in his throat. He can see the trajectory of the star, where it will land in a section of the forest just a bit off from where he’s camping out. His eyes widen, a small smile, and before he knows it he’s stepping towards the tree-line, his black boots thudding on the ground as his footsteps get quicker and quicker.

To anyone else, the forest might’ve seemed daunting, especially so late at night. But the Shadow Summoner stepped into it without hesitation, the wizened terrain underfoot switching to a softer crunch of twigs and leaves. Once inside, he loses sight of the star, the canopy of the forest shielding it from him, its only indication being the unnatural light it shines through the leaves onto the forest floor, making his journey easier. He dodges twigs, branches, spider-webs, ducking and batting them out of the way quickly, balancing looking at the floor and where he’s going with gazing up at the foliage covered sky for any indication he’s travelling the right way.

He doesn’t know why he’s following after the star. He doesn’t know how he knows it’s a star. It feels more akin to when you’re in a dream, and you just know something is. Something about it compels him, drags him forward and pushes him on, deeper into the forest.

When the star makes impact, he feels it. In fact, Aleksander’s sure the entire world might’ve felt it, the shake in the trees and the ground, the birds disturbed from their midnight peace quickly fleeing their homes at the rattle of the branches and leaves, the dust-like dirt stirring. And it guides him to the star - the cracking noise it made as it hit the ground unmistakably came from a fraction to his left and so, he followed that way.

He knows he’s getting closer when the damage becomes more destructive. It’s no longer just disturbed birds and dirt, it’s entire trees tilted at an angle as if God had pushed a finger into the dirt and tilted them, their roots peeking through the soil. But in the middle of the makeshift clearing it is dark, the disturbed dirt floating and drifting through the air and concealing his surroundings. The ground is severely dented and compacted, forming a large dark crater which Aleksander can barely peek over.

He shuffles from the damaged treeline, his boots creaking on the soil as he tries to catch a glimpse over the edge of the vast crater, but it’s wide and deep, and the edges are loose. He’s careful, his Shadows waiting obediently for his hands to move - for some form of attack or defence. But it never comes.

Instead, as the clouds of dirt clear, the centre of the crater gradually became more visible. The middle was, overall, smooth but it slopes and nicks here and there. He had expected to see a rock, some large grey bland thing which ultimately would’ve made this all less exciting. But what he sees instead has his eyes widening. There, in the middle of the crater, is a young woman. She’s asleep - passed out maybe - her arms loosely stretched outwards, her hair splayed, messy and white. It’s not even like he can say it’s grey, or silver, or blonde. No, her hair is white, paper white, as white as the dress she’s wearing. It fits her well, skims over her body without constricting too much movement. He notices she has no shoes on. It dawns on him that this sleeping woman, this girl, is the Star and his brow furrows softly.

He barely hesitates before he’s sitting on the ledge of the crater and sliding down it, his boots landing on the compacted soil with a thud. In a few strides he’s standing over the sleeping girl, and then in another quick action he crouches down and picks her up, the back of her knees bent over his arm, her waist in his other as he supports her back and her head lolls. He huffs in soft amusement, and walks back the way he came, gently hoisting her up the wall of the crater with as much care as he can, using his shadows when he has a spare hand. It’s hard, and takes a bit of manoeuvring, but he gets there eventually before he pulls himself up. It’s a surprise to him that she hasn’t woken up yet.

He didn’t feel comfortable leaving her there like that, asleep, vulnerable and barefoot where anyone could’ve found her and not have known what they had stumbled on. He picks her up again, and begins his journey back through the forest, a little slower and with a little more care, mumbling to himself - to her - as they go. She doesn’t stir once, her head propped against his chest, her hair tickling his arm slightly.

The journey back to where he was camping out is peaceful. It’s quiet, save for his footsteps or the rustle of clothes. Occasionally, the moonlight catches her and she sparkles a bit. Literally sparkles, reflects it like a goddamn mirror. It really is a sight to see and it makes his lips quirk up a bit.

When they get back to the field, he’s careful. Aleksander lays her down on his mat, adds a few more logs to the fire and covers her with his coat. He thinks of checking her for injuries or damage, but decides that can wait until she wakes up. He doesn’t want to be a creep, and if she’s in pain she’s probably better off telling him when she wakes up, than him finding out for himself.

And so, he settles himself on the other side of the campfire. He leans his head on his pack - considering the girl next to him has his mat - and tries to get what little sleep will come.

When Y/N wakes, it’s in unfamiliar surroundings. The first thing she’s aware of is the cold. It’s not freezing, but it’s uncomfortable, and she tucks her legs up under her until she’s in a ball, tugging the blanket under her chin. Blanket? No. She shouldn’t have a blanket. It shouldn’t be cold…

She sits up fast and quick, all lethargy gone from her body as her eyes widen and she takes in her surroundings. She’s in a field. On a mat. And someone’s dark, large coat is over her body. It’s early morning, the sky a pale grey, a low mist settling on her surroundings and a light dew coating the grass. She can feel heat on one side of her, but her head is turned towards the foggy treeline. She tries to recall the last things she remembers… being in the sky, existing, and then a sudden gap which she can’t figure out, and then she wakes up here.

She’s caught in thought, trying to make sense of her surroundings when a voice says, “You’re awake.” and her head whips around. On the other side of a fresh campfire is a young man, dark eyes, long dark hair, pale skin and dark clothes. He’s roasting a rabbit over the fire - no doubt freshly caught from the knife that sits beside him. His pack sits beside him, his eyes never leave her, even as she expresses soft panic.

She tries to get up, but her body aches, and he holds out a hand, “Easy. I’m not… I’m not going to hurt you. What’s your name?” he asks softly, waving to her to relax.

She answers hesitantly, her eyes scanning the boy, “Y/N.” she says eventually, “You?”

“Leonid.” Aleksander lies, looking between the campfire and her, “Are you hurt anywhere? You took… quite the fall.”

“Funny.” Y/N says drily, “How long have you been working on that one?”

From the grin that splits his face, he’s clearly secretly pleased with his dad-joke, “Just this morning.” Leonid - Aleksander - turns a bit more serious, “Are you, though? Hurt?”

She shakes her head, kicking the coat off her and putting it to one side so she can sit up properly, “No, I’m fine.” she mumbles, “Just achy.”

“Mhm, I suppose that’s to be expected.” he holds the cooked rabbit out to her on a makeshift fork, “Here, eat. You’ll need it.”

Y/N takes it hesitantly, sniffing it before picking a bit of meat off it with her fingers and eating it, “Thanks… who are you?”

“Leonid.” He repeats.

“No, I meant like - where am I? Who are you - like - how did you find me?”

“Well,” he leans back on his elbows, glances around, “You’re in a field, near Vernost, in Ravka.” he says, “and I am…” his brow furrows softly as he figures out how to phrase this. She’s a Star - would she even understand the difference between Grisha and Otkazats’ya?

He says it anyway.

“As I said, my name’s Leonid, I’m…” he’s hesitant - would a star really have prejudices? He hopes not. He takes a foolish chance. “Grisha. You know what that is?”

She nods, offers him what remains of the Rabbit. He waves it off, indicating that she finishes it. “Why are you helping me?” She asks, tilting her head.

“My, you’re just full of questions.” he sighs, “I saw you fall. I wasn’t just gonna… leave you.”

“Right.” Y/N’s eyes narrow slightly, “is this your coat? Here you can have it back.” she nudges the coat towards him.

He gives her an amused look, his eyes moving down, then back up, “I think you’ll need it more than me, zvezda.” he muses, smug almost.

She glances down at the dress she’s wearing. It’s simple, plain, and he’s right. It’s too thin for the current weather - she’ll be better off as it warms up during the day - but for now, she accepts the coat with a small, amused huff.

"C'mon, eat that fast," he says, indicating to the rabbit, "We've gotta get going before the sun is too high." He's already tucking away the few things he got out, "I'm gonna walk you to the nearest town, Vernost, leave you somewhere safe, okay?" he glances at her, "Get you some shoes and some more suitable clothes. Until then…”

He reaches into his pack, produces a spare undershirt and hands it to her with an almost apologetic look, "Better than nothing." she nods in thanks.

She takes the shirt with a grateful nod. Once she's finished the rabbit, she stands and hands him the mat, watching as he rolls it up and tucks that away too, and then they're set to travel. She pulls on the undershirt over her dress and while it hangs loosely it provides a bit more comfort, and then she shuffles on his coat. It’s too big for her, completely contrasts her bright eyes and white hair, the sleeves hang loosely and she has to roll them up.

He wants to make her as comfortable as possible, and so shows her the map he’s using, highlights the path they’ll be travelling with his finger, showing their way through the woods, worries a bit over her lack of shoes and then they’re walking.

The path to the town is simple, through the woods, past her crater, and then a little further for about fifteen or twenty minutes. He’s careful to go first, his harsh boots making some attempt at flattening the ground for her barefoot condition. Aleksander considers picking her up - no, too weird for someone he’s just met - and she doesn’t seem to be in any pain.

They keep walking. The sun rises higher, the morning beginning just as they make their way into Vernost. It’s a small town, but a good town. The hustle and bustle of people, farmers, artisans, builders and blacksmiths is accompanied by the gentle murmur of the small local market, travellers and locals who move between stalls and shops, horses’ hooves on the cobblestone, the crowd parting for an occasional rickety wooden carriage.

He glances over to her. The look of awe on her face is somewhere between sad and endearing. She’s struck completely by this tiny town, the smallest, simplest form of inhabitance, and yet it brings nothing but awe and wonder to her gaze. There’s a sense of yearning in the way her eyes run over everything as they walk, as if she’s desperate to take it all in, to retain it, keep it held to her chest - to make life hers. To have all of it - to know the joys and the sorrows like the back of her hand. Aleksander could practically see the light come to life behind her eyes, as if she’d finally woken up to something wonderful.

He smiles, somewhere between amusement and appreciation, and places a hand on her shoulder to steer her through the crowds which are slowly getting busier, “Easy tiger.” he says and she laughs sheepishly.

“It’s just all so…” she doesn’t know how to describe it, the words to explain the way her heart is racing all jam up in her throat. She has a heart. The rushing of blood, just the wind against her skin, it’s all she ever wanted to feel, and now that she can feel it, now she’s no longer confined to the night sky, she’s in complete and utter astonishment, raptured by everything around her.

“Kinda overwhelming?” He suggests, raising an eyebrow as they walk. He’s keeping an eye out for a Cobbler - or anywhere that sells shoes, really. Again, he casts his eyes down to her bare feet and feels guilt and concern rise in him, that the streets of Vernost, nor the woods are exactly clean, and they must be hurting by now.

But one glance at her face and he can tell she barely feels it. It’s just dirt - it can be washed off. However, it doesn’t ease the guilt.

The first time she ‘shines’, is over a piece of cake.

They’d been travelling together for a few weeks now. Aleksander was a fool to think he could leave her alone in Vernost, his worries, concerns and guilt over the Star getting the better of him. They stayed for a few days there, giving her a general introduction to the workings of human life in a contained and somewhat non-threatening environment.

In their few brief days in Vernost she tries a range of food, stews, desserts. He explains money, the current politics of the country over a bowl of stew from the Inn they were staying at, explains the prejudices and segregation of Grisha, the violence. They get her clothing, a shirt, an overvest, trousers and boots, and a small bag to carry her non-existent belongings. She folds her dress into it for the first few days - that silky silver material which catches in the moonlight - and it fits surprisingly well, tucks into the corner of the satchel. He explains to her how to read the map, all the different little symbols. In some ways, she’s like a child. Her lack of general knowledge about the world is understandable, but she catches on fast, much faster than anyone else could’ve.

Well, they’d been travelling together for a few weeks, developing a relationship that might even be called friendship. Aleksander had to make a few adjustments to the way he travelled - he was still telling Y/N his name was Leonid - occasionally they travelled at night. Honestly, it made more sense, he felt more comfortable in the darkness, and she had more energy. But it also made them bigger targets for suspicion, people travelling at night were often suspected of Grisha related activity… which is exactly what he was doing. She was just along for the ride, and the last thing he wanted was for her to get dragged into his problems and potentially harmed. Conflicting morals, he knows.

They’d passed through a few villages on their travels, small places which minded their own business and were good for occasional stock ups on food, water, supplies.

He doesn’t know why he bought the slice of cake. Aleksander had decided it was good for her to develop her own independence, and so she had gone to make her own way around this small town they’d stopped in. Meanwhile, he perused the sparse shops for anything of use.

The slices of cake were sitting in the shop window, all of them uniform in their cream decoration and the small slices of strawberries which sat inside and on top of the layers of sponge, and all of them placed delicately on little porcelain dishes. He enters the shop without thinking, purchases a slice to take away, lets the person wrap it away in a small tissue and carefully takes it, slipping it into a safe part of his own bag. He’s careful for the rest of the day in the way he moves - making sure not to squash or compromise the baked good. He can’t quite wrap his mind - nor his heart - around why he’s done it. Why did he suddenly feel the urge to buy her a slice of cake of all things. But he’s glad he did. Aleksander hopes she’ll like it.

He presents it to her over their campfire for the evening. It’s a small thing made of dried grass and twigs or any larger pieces of wood they could find but it provides light and heat and that’s enough. They’re sitting either side of it, across from one another, having just eaten bread and cheese for dinner. Twilight is setting in the sky, and he can see it on her - the way her eyes are slightly brighter, her laugh slightly more mellow as they chat over their food.

He reaches into his bag by his side, clears his throat and says, “I got you something.”

Y/N’s brow furrows softly, and she tilts her head as he continues, “I just… it’s small, but I thought you might like it.” and he produces a square shaped thing, slanted, and wrapped in tissue, still preserved, offering it to her in the palm of his hand over the campfire.

She takes it gently, “What is it?” as she delicately peels back the tissue. The cake is… well, cake. The sponge is a soft pale yellow, the cream delicately placed and the strawberries are slightly softer than they should be, but won’t make too much of a difference. She raises it to her nose and hesitantly sniffs it, which gets a chuckle out of him.

“It’s cake.” he answers, “Go on, try it.” Aleksander encourages her with a wave of his hand.

She raises her eyebrows and lifts the cake to her mouth, taking a small bite. Her eyes instantly light up, and he laughs at her reaction as she mumbles, “Oh, Saints, this is really good..” Around a mouthful of cake.

She eats a bit more, and then holds it out to him, “Want some?”

And that’s when he sees it. She’s shining. Literally glowing. Radiating light, her very skin and hair giving it off like it’s nothing. His breath hitches as she lights up the field. It’s not particularly bright, but it’s strong and it makes itself known. She’s like a mellow night light, and it only causes his smile to widen, “You’re um…” he gestures at her - at her glowing.

Her brow scrunches up - it’s cute - and she laughs sheepishly, “Shining?”

“Yeah. That.” he grins, leaning back on his palms.

She huffs, a huff of mock exasperation, “I’m sorry - I can’t… it’s not something I can really control. It just happens, y’know. Like…” She averts her eyes to the flames of the small campfire, “If I’m happy. I shine - it’s what stars do best.” They both laugh a little.

“Well, it suits you.” Aleksander says gently - his voice much softer than he meant it to be, or than he’s comfortable with. When did he get so… compassionate? He internally grimaces, but for some reason he feels an odd sense of endearment to this girl.

“Yeah,” She responds with a wry grin, “I should hope so. I am a star, after all.”

And again, they both laugh.

Aleksander didn’t intend to keep her with him for so long. He didn’t intend to introduce her to his friends - to his connections, to the people across the country who help him with his work. He didn’t intend to get her involved. But they’ve been travelling together for three months and in that time, he’s discovered a wide array of things.

The first is that she’s good with a sword. Perhaps good is an understatement. She has a natural balance about her, maybe it’s her celestial nature, but watching her with a sword is like watching art. The handle sits in her palm with an easy weight, she swings it with an air of freedom and lax, yet with complete control. The blade is, undoubtedly, hers.

They had discovered her penchant for swords in a rather unfortunate situation. They had been a touch careless. He was feeling more secure with someone else travelling at his side. And so, had paid less attention to his surroundings. If there was one con of her having her around, it was that she was a touch of a distraction.

They had passed through a village. They stayed to briefly eat lunch sitting in the town square, and then had gone to pass on just as quick as they came. It shouldn’t have drawn attention. But it did.

They hadn’t noticed the group of men watching them, looks of disdain on their features as they eyed up the two of them, mumbling to one another. They’d managed to avoid trouble so far, steering clear of Druskelle and negative situations, but on that day, something had given them away as both travellers and Grisha. It was hard to say what - perhaps it was the way they murmured and laughed quietly with one another, maybe the tell-tale way his hands moved. Perhaps he’d been careless and a slip of shadow had been noticed. They couldn’t say for certain. But these men, standing and sneering, they knew.

Either way, Y/N and Aleksander were followed back to where they were camping out by the night. It was just a clearing off the main path they were following, and they had been very comfortably sitting, eating, laughing as they did each and every evening, lit by firelight and accompanied by the low hum of bugs and the weather slowly turning cold. She noticed the figures first.

They seemed to come out of nowhere, far enough away that she could tap his shoulder with a quiet, “Leonid. There’s people.”

His brow furrowed softly, and he turned over his shoulder in the direction she was looking at. Three men, two shorter, one that was a bit taller and lagged behind - all three variously armed. One man - short, dirty blonde hair and a face marred by smudges of dirt - carried a small dagger. The second, slightly taller with a slightly more muscular frame, had dark hair that was greying at the roots, a knife, and a snarl. The third and final man, the tallest of the lot was passive, but his eyes glinted in the firelight with nothing malevolence, and in his goliath hand was a sword.

The man with the dark hair speaks first, accented and gruff, his eyes pinned to Aleksander, “Grisha, aren’t you?” he asks the question in a way that betrays he already knows the answer.

Aleksander doesn’t answer. He’s careful. Delicate. She’s sitting behind him, watching the interaction, hesitant to move. He needs to think this through in a way that puts Y/N out of harm's way. His eyes never leave the men.

There’s a movement out of the corner of his eye - the second man, wielding his dagger up quickly, his movements fueled by disgust. Aleksander’s quicker, raising his hand with two fingers pointed up, creating a wall of shadow which the dagger clashes against, and in that moment he’s scrambled up to his feet, grabbing Y/N by the arm and pulling her up with him. He runs.

He’s not used to running. He’s used to fighting. But at the moment he’s responsible for two people’s safety, and so he pushes forward, yelling at her to go. He expected the men to follow. He didn’t expect the largest to go after her, the three men separating into groups of one and two. The two come after him, dagger and knife, and he has little time to worry about Y/N before they’re gaining,

Aleksander’s efficient, his hands move fast to bring forth his shadows, forming sharp points which pierce the chests of the two men with harsh crunches, their weapons dropping into the grass as their bodies go limp, blood drooling from their mouths as the light leaves their eyes.

He breathes a sigh of relief, but then he’s alert again at the sound of someone crying out from behind him. His head whips around, and he sees Y/N, and the largest man. He’s backing her up against the tree line, she’s almost frozen in fear when she trips over her own feet and onto her back. Her eyes widen, the man leers over her, sword readied and in a brief moment of fear and desperation she rears her legs and kicks his knees.

The man grunts, hisses in pain as the sword drops from his hand so he can clutch at where she kicked him. Amateur. And in the next instant she’s lunged across the ground for the sword, where he dropped it, scrambling for it. She’s still on the floor, and she turns onto her back as the man’s attention is brought to her again, large hands reaching to cause her harm.

The sound of the sword cutting into the man is almost deafening. She does it without thinking, pure survival instinct as she cuts the man's stomach, her hands firm on the handle as blood coats them both, her breathing heavy as she pulls the sword out and the man falls back, dying slowly.

She’s frozen, and Aleksander’s eyes are almost as wide as hers. He takes a few loose footsteps towards her, a few more which are a bit firmer before he’s by her side, kneeling beside her and cleaning the blood off her cheeks with his sleeve, gently taking the sword from her iron grip and laying it beside her.

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly, and it feels stupid. She’s covered in blood, shaking, tears in her eyes and the only thing he can think to ask is ‘are you okay’? Saints, he’s an idiot.

He moves on, still wiping the blood off her as well as he can as she nods her head shakily, “It’s alright. You’re alright.” He says quietly. He remembers the first time he killed someone - the guilt, the fear, the horror at yourself. He frowns softly, as the thin shine of tears comes to her eyes and she looks away.

Without thinking about it much more, he picks her up, scooping her into his arms, hooking the back of her knees over his arm as she turns and curls into his chest, her crying quiet and barely audible as he carries her back to their camp.

After that, things are different. They’re closer, in a way.

Y/N keeps the sword, keeps it tucked by her side, takes care of the metal and the handle. She’s good with it, he knows for a fact, and he feels more comfortable knowing she has a means of handling herself. The emotional toll of the murder hit her hard. Perhaps, she thinks, she wasn’t meant to feel emotions like this. Her very existence is in conflict. She’s not meant to be able to feel this way, she’s meant to be a star for Saint’s sake!

But there is something so very human in the guilt she carried in the days after the attack. She was quiet, much quieter than she usually was. At first, she was hesitant to carry the sword. So, instead he carried it for her, catching her eyes flickering towards it occasionally, the way it swung by his hip and the metal caught in the sun.

One evening as they walked, she offered to take it instead.

“Do you want me to take that?” she had said, a quiet, unspoken I think I’m okay now.

“Are you sure?” he asked, “It’s not heavy, I’m okay to carry it for as long as-”

“No, I’m sure.” She nodded, her look determined and firm, “My safety shouldn’t be your responsibility alone.” She explained, “We should be responsible for one another if we’re going to be travelling together. And I can’t do that if I’m unarmed.”

He nodded in understanding, and softly unhooked the sword and the holder, and offered the handle to her. She took it, measuring the weight in her palm, before she put the holder on herself and slipped the sword into it. She took a breath.

He spoke first, “I should tell you something, Y/N. Y’know, if we’re going to be stuck together for a while, I don’t want to keep you in the dark.” he said.

She didn’t respond, simply nodded and waited for him to say what he had to say.

“My name isn’t Leonid, I lied. I’ve spent most of my life having to conceal who I am, what I am, and so I hope you can understand and forgive my deception.” He paused, breathing relief into the night air, “My name is Aleksander.”

“Aleksander?” She echoes, and a small, intimate smile finds her features, “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Aleksander.” She says, in that half-teasing tone he’s become so accustomed with.

He rolls his eyes but can’t fight back the grin, “You’re an ass, do you know that?”

“Ah, you may have mentioned it once or twice.” She shrugs, unable to wipe off that teasing smile from her features.

He huffs in mock exasperation before his tone turns softer. He’s found he has a habit of doing that. Something about her makes him better, gentler. He almost feels human around her, “I mean it Y/N,” he says quietly, “I’m sorry I lied to you, especially for so long.”

“It’s fine,” she says with a small smile, nudging his shoulder, “You’re forgiven, if that eases your conscience.” She’s still slightly teasing, but her tone is mostly compassionate. Endearing, even.

“Thank you,” he says, grinning as he nudges her back, “Saints, you’re insufferable.”

She gasps, dramatically feigning offence. For a star, she’s caught onto the culture of sarcasm and drama rather well, and he laughs at her display, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they walk. It feels right.

“How are you finding it?” He asks, as they walk, “y’know, being human? Is it weird?” He checks in on her this way every now and then to make sure she’s not overwhelmed. But this is the first time she answers differently.

“...As a star…” She sighed softly, weighing up her words, “You’re constantly watching. You’re up there, watching all these little people have adventures and lives and romance, and it’s… it’s yearning. You want those things too, y’know? You want to be flesh and bone as well, to feel emotion. To cry, and be happy, and be angry, and to know what love feels like. You want adventure, the big things in life like… meeting someone. Or having a family. Or getting an education. Making a difference.” She laughed softly, “But you also want the little things - like cake, for example. And music, and friendship, and to share meals with people you care about.”

She glanced at him, and then back to the path, “I’m glad you found me. I don’t think anyone else would’ve done such a good job at making me feel welcome in a world that isn’t strictly mine.”

Her words were soft, quiet, and sincere. And it made Aleksander’s heart stutter in his chest, but he kept his composure and managed, “I’m glad I found you too.”

Aleksander takes her to a place he calls ‘the sanctuary’.

He explains it to her on the way there - a building, a place, where Grisha can support, aid and train other Grisha.

It’s been months since they first met, and by now the warm comfort of the summer is fading, replaced by cold golden sunlight and browned leaves, wetter grounds and harsher gales. And so, he takes her there.

The sanctuary is a medium-sized, pale stone structure, hidden away in the middle of nowhere, concealed by thick woods and trees. It’s squat, but wide, the front of it gives away nothing but a set of rounded wooden doors. He takes her hand - she’s not even sure he realises that he’s done it - and guides her with him to the front. Her sword swings at her side as she follows, standing beside him as he raps his knuckles on the wooden door a few times.

The door opens a crack, she can’t see who’s on the other side, but Aleksander’s gaze meets theirs and they open it. On the other side is a man, short brown hair and green eyes. He’s rather skinny, but his strength is held in his eyes. He lets Aleksander in without issue, nodding his head softly. Their hands are still linked together and so, she goes to follow.

But the brown haired man stops her, a hand coming to her chest to halt her, his eyes narrowed and dark, glancing back at Aleksander. He answers, “She’s with me, Andrei.”

“Grisha?” The man interrogates.

Aleksander huffs, “No, Andrei. But she’s been helping me for the past five months, let her through.”

Andrei’s eyes narrow in suspicion, and he glances at Aleksander finally before letting his hand drop and allowing her entrance. She nods her head softly, and follows after Aleksander. Y/N feels him squeeze her hand, a quiet apology. She squeezes back as he guides her deeper into the sanctuary. They pass rooms, beds, people who nod at him as they pass and whose eyebrows furrow when they see her trailing after him, and her stark white hair.

Inside, the sanctuary was busy. It was filled with the hum of people working, all in various clothing - some injured, some healing, some cooking, some reading, teaching, training - it was almost a wonderful study in the kindness of human nature and community that had her eyes widening.

“Are you alright, Zvezda?” he asked softly, turning back to her over his shoulder, “Are you overwhelmed? We can…”

“No, it’s… it’s wonderful.” She said quietly, her wide eyes meeting his, “I mean- it’s astounding. I’m good.” she nodded, indicating for him to keep going, “It’s just… in all our time travelling, I’ve never seen anything like this.”

He laughed softly, pulling her closer by her hand, “I guess,” he grinned, “I’m proud of this place. I’m glad you can see it like that.”

They spend at least three weeks at the Sanctuary.

Aleksander takes his time to introduce Y/N to those around her. He shows her around to all the Healers, the Heartrenders, the Inferni, the Squalors, Tidemakers - technically, he shows her off to everyone. But no one knows, really, who - or what - she is. He doesn’t say. People press and ask and inquire, “Oh, what’s her Grisha order?” “Grisha, are you?” And everytime, one of them answers, “Oh, uh, No.” and refuse to elaborate further.

It has the entire building utterly perplexed as to who this strange white haired girl is, and why she has the Shadow Summoner wrapped around her little finger. Not that The Star or The Shadow Summoner can see it, no, they’re completely oblivious. They don’t see how they’re quiet giggles, teasing, conversations might be perceived as intimate. Nor how the amount of time they spend together might be seen as suspicious.

But when you’ve spent everyday with a person for just over five months, all day, everyday, it’s very hard to separate yourself from the comfort they bring.

The confession comes late at night.

Now that they’re in a place like the Sanctuary, they have their own rooms. They’re only small, and they’re a short walk away from one another, and it gives them each a privacy they haven’t experienced for a few months. For the first week - it’s nice. Having their own beds, their own time, being able to spend some of it alone with their thoughts.

He notices it first. That he’s restless. It’s late at night, most of the building is asleep save for those on night watch, and he can barely close his eyes without feeling disturbed. He feels the need to do something - anything - and so, he gets out of bed, slipping back on his boots at the end of his bed and deciding he’s going to go for a walk. Maybe it’ll help clear his mind.

Aleksander’s almost embarrassed. He can’t… he can’t stop thinking of her. He’s annoyed at himself for it, for letting him get that close, for letting him be so vulnerable to someone who wasn’t even human, who had a child’s grasp on the world…

No, that was being unfair. He calms himself as he steps out of his room. He knows he’s just agitated, tired, a little giddy, and he takes a deep breath as he starts off down the corridor, careful not to let his boots thud too heavily. He doesn’t know where he’s going, he decides he’s just going to walk until he comes across something distracting or gets tired.

His feet take him to her room.

It’s the same size as his, and from the crack in the door he can tell she’s still awake, can hear a slight shuffling inside, candle light flickering on the floor. He realises now, why he’s there. What he’s come to do. And his heart lurches in his chest, but he understands that it’s now or hold his tongue for another few months and he doesn’t want to do that.

Aleksander wants her to know about the Y/N shaped cavern she’s carved into his life. He wants her to know about how all those nights spent travelling in fields were not something he was willing to give up so easily - that when spring came he hoped to do it all again. With her. That he thinks of her endlessly. That when he wakes he hopes she’s still sleeping beside him, just a campfire away. And he wants her closer. He wants her. It’s as simple as that, that he wants to see her smile at him, and laugh - he doesn’t care if it’s at him or with him - Saints, he just wants her happy.

The revelation comes to him, standing so close to her yet so far, on her bedroom doorstep. He takes a breath, steels himself to the sound of her soft humming from the other side of the door, and then raises his fist and knocks three times.

By the first knock, the humming stops. By the second, she’s walking over to the door, he can hear her footsteps. And by the third, the handle is turning. The door opens and he lowers his hand. She’s standing on the other side. Of course it was her, he knew it was her. It doesn’t stop his heart from thudding against his ribs, nor his breath hitching quietly.

The light from the candle makes her seem fully celestial, casting a golden hue across her features, and darkening half her face to accentuate them. It bounces off her silver hair, catching in the strands like a contained forest fire.

“Aleksander?” Y/N greets softly, a small amused smile as she tilts her head in soft confusion, her brow furrowing.

“Zvezda,” He greets softly, his eyes catching in the candle, so dark you can barely separate the pupil from the iris, “Can’t sleep?”

She shakes her head with a small laugh, beckoning him in with her hand, “Always got more energy during the night,” she sighs, “And it’s taking some getting used to, not sleeping in a field, not waking up…” next to you.

But she doesn’t need to finish the sentence, he simply hums in agreement and shuts the door behind him, leaning on it, “I know, it’s a big adjustment.” He runs a hand through his long dark hair, “How are you finding the Sanctuary?”

“It’s nice,” she says softly, briefly fixing her words in a slight hurry, “Sorry, that sounded- it’s lovely. The people are kind, the community is wonderful, food’s much better than bread and cheese and meats,” She grins, “No offence.”

He laughs, his nose wrinkling with the action, “None taken. In fact, I completely agree.”

She sits on her bed as they talk, tucking her legs underneath her, “Can’t sleep either?” She probes.

Aleksander shakes his head as well, “No, feeling restless. Same reasons as you.” He admits, feeling a bit more at ease with the slight indication that the comfort they feel around one another may be mutual, “I guess,” he sighs, bracing himself to admit it, “We spent so long together. A week was fine - but it’s weird. I keep on… waking up and expecting to see you.”

“I know,” she agreed quietly with a small laugh, her head bent down to her hands in her lap, “it’s strange, isn’t it? I feel weird not… walking with you, or doing something, seeing a new town or whatnot. And I have this feeling.” She frowned softly to herself.

He tilts his head, folds his arms, “What feeling, Zvezda?” He asks, his brow furrowing gently.

“I… I don’t know.” she said, her eyes narrowing as she looked not quite at him - but just over his shoulder - “It’s like… this…tightness.” her hand came to her chest, her nose scrunching softly, “Here. Like… nausea. But not quite - I’m not going to be sick. And I can feel my heart. And it… it feels like wanting. But stronger?”

His eyes widened a fraction, “And uh, when do you feel it?”

She tilted her head, her eyes zeroing in on him in confusion and uncertainty, “When…” when I think about you. “Oh.” She said quietly, “Is that what that is?” her hand gently rubbed her chest, clearly where she felt it strongest, a sheepish laugh as she turned her eyes to the candle, anywhere but him, “They don’t describe it like this in the books.”

He breathed a sigh of relief as he realised that he wouldn’t have to explain to her that what she was feeling was, at least, a crush. If not more. Aleksander laughed softly, “No, no they do not.”

Y/N laughed too, mildly embarrassed and still somewhat avoiding looking at him, her hands fidgeting, “Look, I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be.” he cut her off, “Don’t be, please don’t be, you’ve done nothing wrong.” He cleared his throat and took a sharp breath, standing up from leaning on the door, “It’s… it’s mutual, Y/N.” and he took a hesitant step towards her, “Zvezda.” He said the nickname to get her attention.

It worked, her head turning slightly, and he continued, “Please don’t ever apologise for having feelings.” He said, his tone so much softer than he was comfortable with, “You’re a human now.” he laughed a little, crouching down in front of her as she sat on the bed, “It’s your job now. To feel. To make the most of life. So,” he said with a playful shrug, “we both have… crushes on one another.” It felt childish to say ‘crushes’ but he couldn’t think of a better word.

“I mean…” he sighed softly, “That’s kind of… why I came here.” He confessed.

“Really?” she asked quietly, watching him intently as he spoke.

“Really.” he echoed, standing up. She patted the bed beside her for him to sit, and he gratefully took it, glad she was taking this all so well and she wasn’t clamming up about their feelings for one another, “Look, Y/N, Zvezda. You’ve changed my life,” he said with a small laugh of disbelief, “I mean… you’re a Star, for Saint’s sake. You are, by nature, brilliant. And you’ve been nothing short of that in the months we’ve been travelling. Even if your humour is appalling.” He softly teased, earning a playful grumble of, “It is not.” from her.

“It is!” he insisted with a teasing grin, “You laugh at all my bad jokes, dear.”

“Yeah well,” her initial embarrassment was beginning to fade as they engaged in their usual banter, “I think that says more about you for making the bad jokes.” to which he scoffed, and she dispersed into laughter, the two of them leaning back on the single bed.

The laughter lasted a moment longer before fading out with a soft, content sigh. He grinned at her from where he was, a hand reaching forward for hers as he softly, half-teasingly, murmured, “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” “Shining, Zvezda.”

“What can I say?” she laughed quietly, her head finding his shoulder, “I’m happy.”

A/N: I cannot wait to go to bed. And also to start part two. Goodnight!! <;3

#Last Words of A Shooting Star AU #Stardust AU #the darkling X reader #Shadow And bone X reader #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander x reader #shadow and bone fanfic #general kirigan x reader #kirigan x reader #stardust au #thebigsl33p

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lunaviee · 1 year

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study buddy

kei tsukishima x reader

tags/warnings: fluff, established relationship, they’re still in high school

synopsis: a simple study session got a little warmer

authors notes: yeah idk i wrote this in like an hour

word count: 450

a comforting warmth engulfed his hand, snapping him out of his deep thought. though, the figure whom the hand had belonged to was still focused, eyes scanning the computer screen.

you and tsukki had decided to go to his house to study for your upcoming chemistry test. you both sat next to each other on his bed, backs pressed against the headboard with your computers resting on your legs.

you typically like having something to fiddle with while you studied, softly grazing each finger as you silently mumbled the chemical equations you needed memorized.

it caught him off guard, causing him to instinctively freeze. kei’s head turned down, watching as your smaller, warm hands played with his cold, calloused ones.

“hey.” your head turned to his. “your hand.”

you blinked once, processing. your gaze shifted down to your right hand, “hm? oh..sorry” an embarrassed flush washed over your face, tinting your cheeks and ears a pretty shade of pink.

the warmth of your hand left his, traveling to twiddle the hem of your sweater. kei’s hand now felt empty. cold. lonely. he didn’t like how he noticed this, and hated the feeling even more

his gaze lingered on the outline on your face for a moment longer before shifting back to his own study sheet. seconds past. they felt like minutes, hell, even hours.

he spoke up again, “idiot” he muttered, lacing your fingers back together, “i didn’t say to let go..tch.” ears now flushed red

the corners of your mouth twitched up, more heat rising to your cheeks. the only thing you could manage out was a silent “oh, okay” that was mumbled under your breath

you took his hand back in your lap, intertwining your fingers together and softly rubbing any parts of his hand you could reach

time passed, the sun had set, the lamp on his bedside table now being the only decent source of illumination. the words on your screen merged together to look like a blurry mess. it was late, the sleep fogging your mind fought your will to keep studying. you shut off your computer before looking at your boyfriend, leaning your head against his shoulder

“hey, what are you-” the calmness of your face shut him up, who was he to interject when you looked that angelic?

“just..5 minutes, promise” your voice was thick with sleep, eyes now shut as breaths were evened out

5 minutes turned into 10, which turned into 20 and so on and so forth. not too long after you fell asleep on him, kei realized he was tired too. he shut off his computer, moving both of them to the floor and turning the light off

blankets were shifted as he pulled you closer to his body, unfortunately having to let go of your soft hand in the process. kei’s arm draped over your waist, his face flush against your shoulder and yours shoved in his chest.

he pressed a small kiss to the crown of your head before leaving closer, causing you to tighten your grip on him. a soft “i love you” could be heard, but only by you. as if those words were set aside only for you to hear.

i’d call that a pretty productive study session, wouldn’t you?

so i’m in class rn LOLL, i got bored and i wanted to write something idk

i feel like i worded this weirdly guys help IDK WHAT IM DOINGG

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delicateflowerss · 1 year

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Don't Worry, Darling: Five

After marrying the love of your life, Rafe Cameron, you thought you couldn't be happier. But when a murder shakes the island, you learn you don't know your husband as well as you thought. When does Paradise become Hell?

Warnings: 18+, NON-CON, somnophilia, drugging, mentions of murder, mentions of pregnancy, dark!Rafe, blood, mention of a gun, kook!reader, non-canon ages

Word Count: 3.4k

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It’s painful to peel your eyes open.

Your vision is still blurry as you try to make sense of your surroundings. You try to move, and your limbs feel like they’re made of lead.

Finally, you lift your hand to hold your head, trying to stop the pounding within it.

You quickly realize that it’s not just your head, an ache spreading throughout your body, feeling like you got hit by a truck.

You wish you could return to the peace you felt when you were sleeping. All you can remember is feeling like you were floating on a raft, all alone in the middle of the ocean.

For some reason, you think of Rafe. Maybe he was there too. There’s something about his touch and smell that lingers in the back of your mind, a soft coo in your ear.

You wince as you sit up, leaning against your headboard.

The last thing you remember is taking a bath. So how did you end up in your bed, dressed in your pajamas?

Maybe you were drunker than you thought.

At least you didn’t fall asleep in the bathtub, you think as you silently chide yourself for doing something so stupid.

Leaving your thoughts, it takes you a moment to realize Rafe isn’t next to you.

The sun shines brightly through the curtains, and you’re unsure of what the time is.

You find your phone on your nightstand, screen lighting up to reveal a text from your husband.

You squint, reading being a little more difficult than usual. But by the time you’re finished, a small smile is on your lips.

He went golfing with Topper and Kelce and didn’t want to wake you, ending the message with “I love you.”

He must have known how much you needed to sleep.

It takes you a while to drag yourself out of bed, popping an Advil before you feel good enough to make your way downstairs.

You sip your coffee slowly as you stare at your phone. You’ve gotten texts from each of your friends. They’re confused, just as you are, checking to make sure you’re okay after last night.

As you stare at the letters on the keyboard, you decide not to answer any of them. You’re not sure why, whether it’s because you don’t know what to say, or if whatever you type, it still wouldn’t explain how you’re feeling.

For some reason, you don’t think they would understand.

Now that you’re sober, the weight of the incident feels heavier. The last thing you would want is all of Figure Eight to think your husband is a murderer.

But if people are suspicious of him, the police must be also.

Now a new fear squeezes your chest.

What if he’s charged with a crime he didn’t commit? All because he was the last known person to see Chase, along with his reputation of losing control.

You sigh, closing your eyes, trying to rid your mind of these upsetting thoughts.

Your moment of relaxation doesn’t last long as your phone starts to ring, your eyes snapping open.

You furrow your brow as you see a number you don’t recognize.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?”

Your confusion isn’t eased as you hear the familiar voice.

“JJ?”

“Yeah. Hey,” he begins. “Sorry to bother you but I think I left something when I was over there the other day.” He barely pauses throughout his explanation, an obvious alarm in his tone. “I know it’s a weekend, but my boss is gonna rip me a new one if I don’t have it back by tomorrow. If Rafe is home, then don’t worry about it. I can just-.”

“Rafe’s not home,” you interrupt, wanting to quickly ease his troubles. “He’s out golfing with friends. He’ll be gone all day,” you say, eyes scanning the empty house. “But I would stop by sooner than later, just in case,” you add.

“O-Okay.” His surprise is evident through the phone. “I’ll be there in 20,” he says before hanging up.

For a second, you wonder how he got your number. But then you remember that the pool company must have yours and Rafe’s for situations like these.

Well, maybe not like this one.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Yeah. I guess these things are more expensive than I thought,” JJ answers casually, holding up a packet of chlorine tablets.

Your lips curve up, following him through the side gate, back to his truck.

“Do you want to come in?”

He opens his mouth, but you speak first, already knowing what he’s going to say. “Rafe will be gone all day. Believe me, he always is when he goes out with his friends.”

You realize that came out more bitterly than you intended.

He shifts, scratching the back of his head. You notice that he’s not wearing his work clothes, a day off for him. You both have stopped on the lawn.

“Uh, not today. But I’ll see you this week,” he finishes with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

He meets your gaze, a nervousness there that you haven’t seen in a while.

“Is something wrong?”

Your question stops him in his tracks. Turning around to face you, he thinks for a second.

He sighs, eyes finding the ground before returning to your face.

“John B told me about what happened last night.” He quiets his voice, like he’s worried someone is going to hear. “You know, with Rafe.”

“Okay…” You stare at him, brows pulled together. You pretend you don’t know where he’s going with this, but you brace yourself.

He does the same at your response. You see his lips start to move, no doubt questioning your reaction.

“Don’t tell me you actually believe it?” You blurt out, incredulity lacing your tone.

He shrugs, shaking his head. “It’s Rafe,” he says, letting out a humorless laugh.

You hug your arms tighter around your body, feeling your jaw start to tense.

You hear him sigh again, his arms hitting his sides.

“It’s not just me who thinks it, okay? I mean, he was the last one to see him alive,” JJ continues, trying to make you see what he sees so clearly. “How many times has the police talked to him?”

“Doesn’t matter. I thought you said the police don’t know what they’re doing,” you harshly reply.

Something crosses JJ’s face, something you identify as pity, and it makes you feel sick.

“So, you think there’s no way he did it?” He asks, a thickness in his voice that tells you he already knows your answer.

When you don’t respond, he tries again, stepping closer to you.

“Tell me. Tell me there’s no way he did it,” he begs you, almost like he wants to be proven wrong for your sake.

You feel anger bubble up in your chest, your eyes not leaving his.

It hurts you to realize that you’re not angry with JJ.

You’re angry because you can’t say the words you wish you could.

“I want you to leave,” you spit out, eyes hardening as you point to his truck.

His face falls, disappointment washing over him, lips parting.

“Y/N-.”

“Leave,” you almost yell, starting to feel your anger transform into tears. With all your strength, you stop them.

In a moment, the emotion is wiped off his face, a coldness settling in his blue eyes as he swallows.

You watch him through a glare as he drives away, not giving you another glance.

You’re torn between crumpling to the floor or letting a numbness overtake you.

You find yourself back in your bedroom, still going over the events of the last 24 hours, still going over your argument with JJ.

As you peer over the room, you stop on the spot where a framed picture now hangs, covering the hole Rafe made in the wall.

It’s a picture of the two of you.

It must have been taken a few years ago. It was back when Rafe still went on vacation with his family. You think Rose took it.

The orange sunset sits behind you two while Rafe stares at the camera, and you stare at him. An adoration is visible on your face, and you’re never sure if Rafe knows it when you look at him like that.

A moment in time, frozen, to show the love between you and Rafe.

Now it’s been tarnished.

It’s a permanent reminder of his violence, and how easy it was for you to cover it up.

Is it better to live in ignorance like you have been or to finally know what’s been in the back of your mind since you found about Chase’s disappearance?

You’re not even sure what to look for. It’s hard for you to even think about what you could find and where.

You think back to what JJ said about the murderer being sloppy. If that were true, that means he might’ve missed something when he was cleaning up.

You walk into your closet, trying to forget about the heaviness you suddenly feel. You swallow, eyes scanning his side of the closet. You look over clothes, hands grabbing jackets, looking for questionable stains.

You almost breathe a sigh of relief when you don’t find anything.

You look over his shoe rack, finding clean pairs of shoes, most he barely ever wears.

Just when you were about done searching, your eyes catch on a dirty pair of shoes.

The only one with mud caked on the soles.

Bending down, you feel your stomach drop as you reach for them. You frown, inspecting them closer.

Mud doesn’t mean he killed someone. Even if you can’t think of a reason why his shoes would be dirty in the first place.

The gators flash in your mind and you almost wince.

You stand up, bringing his shoes to the kitchen. You scrub them lightly, just trying to take the layer of dirt off.

The mud comes off easily, leaving the shoes clean. Mostly, at least.

You squint at a pattern of stains on one of the shoes. Your harsh scrubbing not doing anything to get them off.

It seems like something splattered onto the shoe and dried, now not coming off.

After a moment of staring at it, a gasp leaves your throat. The shoe falls from your hand into the sink.

The outline of the stain and the copper color finally hits you.

Tears fill your eyes as you stare at the piece of evidence sitting in the sink, the faucet still running over it.

Rafe watches the golf ball fly in the air, hand still tight around the club, as the ball doesn’t land as far as he wants it to on the green grass.

His face twists up with frustration, coldly staring at the failure of his swing.

He’s off today, not getting a single ball in.

His mind is on other things, like the constant tug in his chest. He’s tried to ignore the feeling, swallowing down the guilt.

But he keeps thinking about last night.

All he can do is tell himself that he’s not the bad guy. He just has to do bad things sometimes.

He just wishes you didn’t have to get caught in the eye of the storm.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” he tells himself, the words echoing in his head.

When he finally looks behind him, he notices the uneasiness coming off Topper and Kelce, even if they try to hide it.

“Your turn,” he reminds Topper.

All Topper does is catch Kelce’s eye, asking for silent reassurance before releasing a sigh.

“I think we should talk, Rafe.”

Rafe squints at Topper’s words along with the blazing sun.

“About?” He asks, letting his club hit the ground.

“Well…” Topper pauses, glancing at Kelce again. “Last night looked really bad.”

Concern paints Topper’s features, his fingers gripping the golf club in his hand. He’s met with a blank stare from Rafe.

Topper’s face falls a little, fighting to keep his composure.

“Everyone’s talking about it, bro,” Kelce interjects, watching Rafe with the same concern.

Rafe’s lips part, an understanding crossing his face.

“What are they saying?” He asks.

“It seems…like people think you…,” Topper stops himself. “They think what Jake said is true,” he says instead.

Rafe slowly nods, absentmindedly biting his lip.

“I didn’t do it,” he finally says.

“We know that,” Topper says quickly, looking over at Kelce.

“Yeah. We know you didn’t do that shit,” Kelce adds.

“We just wish everyone else knew the truth,” Topper finishes, his eyebrows raised.

Rafe just looks to the ground, brows pulled together, already thinking about what he needs to do.

He casually shrugs, jutting out his lips.

“Let people think what they want.”

Rafe doesn’t hide his anger when he makes it back to the security of his truck.

“Shit,” he yells, his hand hitting the steering wheel.

His cheeks are red from a combination of the heat outside and his blistering anger.

When his breathing steadies, his eyes look around at the leather interior, not really focusing on it, concocting his plan instead.

He nervously takes the backwards baseball cap off his head, fingers running through his hair.

When he knows what he wants, he puts it back on his head, covering the dirty blond strands and quickly takes his phone out of his pocket.

Just as he pulls up Jake’s contact, his phone buzzes, his dad’s name flashing on the screen.

He hesitates for a second before hitting the red “ignore” button.

He fumbles with the letters on the keyboard, drafting his text.

He doesn’t know Jake as well as he knew Chase. He always knew Jake didn’t like him, preferring Chase’s friendship while working for Cameron Development.

Even if he doesn’t know Jake that well, that doesn’t mean he hasn’t heard the secret he tries his hardest to keep hidden.

For the last year, Jake has been sleeping with one of the secretaries, cheating on his wife over and over again.

So, if Jake wants to tell the island something damning about Rafe, he can play the same game.

That’s exactly what he puts in his text.

It only takes a few minutes for Jake to send one right back.

Rafe’s lips curve into a smirk, getting the answer he wanted.

His fingers lightly tap the wheel, impatiently waiting for Jake.

He’s late, saying he’d meet Rafe at the storage lockers 20 minutes ago.

An annoyed sigh leaves his mouth as his head hits the headrest.

Rafe has made sure to text you that he’ll be out late with Topper and Kelce. He tries not to think too much about why you haven’t responded yet.

Maybe you’re busy, or tired.

There’s no way you know, he tells himself.

Last night’s events plague him again, and he can’t tell if he finds comfort or torment in them.

He got to you just in time, your head barely going underwater.

He was worried that might happen, letting you take a bath was probably a bad idea. He barged into the steamy bathroom, pulling you out of the warm water.

You were out like a light, not stirring at all as he made you comfortable in bed, drying you off.

He wasn’t sure how well the sedative he put in your wine would work.

But he was satisfied with the results.

As he stared at your unconscious naked body, looking peaceful in your slumber, he thought about how he was betraying you in the worst way possible.

If you ever found out, you would never trust him again.

But then he remembered what you told him.

He believed you could forgive him, maybe not at first, but eventually. That’s the type of person you are.

You’ll love him forever. You said it yourself.

He wouldn’t have had to do anything if you just saw things the way he did. If only you were on the same page as him.

His hungry eyes raked you over, taking in the valley between your breasts to the swell of your thighs.

The moonlight cascaded through the window onto your sleeping body, a blue tint lighting the room.

All he could hear is the whir of the ceiling fan, making the warm room cooler, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

He lightly ran his fingertips along your thigh, feeling your soft skin, slowly inching closer to the heat of your core.

It felt wrong, forbidden, but it also gave him an excitement that coursed through his veins.

It was an adrenaline rush, that he could touch you no matter what, that you’re his to have and hold forever.

His fingers finally plunged into your warmth, feeling how you squeeze around them. The quietest breaths left your lips as he felt you start to soak his fingers.

He could feel his pants start to get tighter, needing to release himself.

So, he did just that.

He unbuttoned his shirt too, needing to join you in your bare state.

He settled above you, staring at you again. He was now at the point of no return. Any sort of voices that were in his head telling him to stop had vanished. Instead, all he could think about is how much he needed you.

He kneeled between your legs that he pulled open. He stroked himself a few times, his tip already leaking with pre-cum.

He didn’t waste a moment to push inside you, maneuvering your hips to meet his. He tried to be gentle, but as he felt you wrapped around him, he didn’t stop until he bottomed out, a groan falling from his lips.

He continued to thrust into you, his strong arms holding himself above you.

His blue gaze found where his cock was driving into you, watching through the darkness how you two connected with every snap of his hips.

It’s not just the way your cunt felt around him that kept his intense pace, it’s the way he finally felt like he could do what he wished with you. It was a part of marriage, a part of being his that he had been waiting for since you put on that diamond ring.

He didn’t think about how the strands of his hair fell onto your face as he rutted into you, hips slapping against yours. He could feel you clench around him, body responding to his movements, even when you were asleep.

He brought his lips to one of your nipples, sucking on the supple skin, hand on the other breast.

So lost in his pleasure, he didn’t notice how your eyelids started to flutter. You barely cracked them open, the figure on top of you still a blurry mess.

Even if you wanted to call out to the first person you could think of in your state of confusion and fear, you couldn’t.

All that came out of your throat was a struggled cry.

Rafe didn’t fully stop his thrusting, only hesitating for a second before continuing.

He watched you squint up at him, your face slightly twisting.

He brought his lips to your ear, shushing you, hot breath fanning over you.

“Relax, baby. It’s just me,” he whispered. Shaky breaths still fell from him, in between his cooing.

“You’re okay. You’re safe with me.”

He could see how your eyelids got too heavy again, having no choice but to fall back asleep.

Moments later, he felt your walls spasm around him, bringing you to your orgasm.

It pushed him further off the edge until his cock twitched inside you. He made sure to keep himself nestled deep inside you as his warm, sticky cum flooded you.

He stayed there for a little while, trying to catch his breath, making sure all his work isn’t for nothing.

Images of your stomach swelling with his baby flashed in his mind. A little Cameron made from both of you.

It doesn’t really matter the circumstances around how the baby was made.

He just wanted something to show your love for him. A living, breathing piece of your love that can make the two of you whole.

Why was that so hard for you?

After everything was said and done, he made sure to clean you up, wiping your thighs, getting you dressed.

No one would have known anything out of the ordinary had happened.

If he did everything he could, why weren’t you responding?

Before he thinks about calling you, he hears the roar of an engine die and a slam of a car door.

He can see Jake in his rearview mirror.

Before Rafe gets out, he quickly opens his glove box.

He tucks the gun in the back of his shorts, making sure his shirt covers the cold metal before stepping out of his truck.

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 1 year

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🧠❤️‍🩹🫂 with natasha. reader has been gone on a mission for a few months. only a couple weeks into the mission, reader is forced to cut off communication with the avengers, leading to them being MIA for months, tho nat never gives up hope that reader will come home. after a couple months of struggling to complete their mission, reader makes it back to headquarters. they’re finally reunited with natahsa who just holds them close out of relief and cries into their shoulder. both reader and nat finally find comfort, only in each others embrace.

Authors note: hope you enjoy! 💖

Word count: 577 Marvel Masterlist Nat Masterlist

You sigh as you look down at your phone, a few messages from your girlfriend still go unanswered from last night and you can feel a pit form in your stomach. Regretfully you rip the battery from the back before tossing it into the nearby dumpster. You pry the SIM card out next and let it fall to the pavement below where you stomp on it for good measure.

“Y/l/n, you ready? We can’t risk lingering too long.”

You think back to two weeks ago, before the mission, and how you and Nat had been so happy. Now she was undoubtedly worried about last night's unanswered texts and your sudden absence was only going to increase that worry. You wish you could tell her what was going on, that you were ok and had to do this for your cover and own safety, but you knew saying that would go against protocols. Plus she’d want to get involved.

“Yeah, lets go”

A few months have passed since then, and Fury has classified your team as MIA, much to Natashas dismay. She was adamant you were out there somewhere. Either completing your mission under the radar, being held captive by Hydra, or were on the run due to the mission going sideways. If it was up to her she would have had agents sweeping the area for you as soon as you went quiet, and now she would have had more than a three man team keeping their eyes open for any sign of you.

Fury even turned down her request to look for you herself, claiming a lost team wasn’t an Avengers level emergency. Needless to say, that pissed her off. She didn’t care about that. She just wanted to make sure her girlfriend was safe. Still, she refused to give up hope on you. Despite not seeing the proof she knew you were out there, she just hoped you’d come back to her soon.

“Hey Romanoff!” Tony suddenly calls out, “Get your ass to the helicopter pad! Your girl’s there!”

She bolts up from her spot on the couch, moving so quickly that Clint had nearly been run over when she passed him by. She moves so quickly through the hallways that all the other agents scatter to get out of her way. By the time she makes it to the helicopter pad the medical team had already cleared you and sent you on your way. She's only met by an amused Maria.

“She's headed for your room. Probably there by now”

Natasha spins on her heels and makes her way to her room, nearly knocking her own door off its hinges as she barges in. The excitement she feels when she sees you is indescribable, her heart pounds against her ribcage and your form becomes blurry as a few tears roll down her cheeks.

“Hi Natty”

You let out a small ‘oomph’ as her body collides with yours and you immediately wrap your arms around her in a tight embrace. She tucks her face against your neck and soaks in your presence, your scent, just everything you.

“Hi detka(baby)” she greets, voice cracking slightly as a few of her tears land on your skin, “I missed you so much”

“I missed you too” you admit a few tears of your own falling, “I'm sorry I was gone so long"

"I knew you'd come back, and you're here now. That's all that matters"

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2kiran · 10 months

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I read through your rules and i think my request should be fine but even so, please let me know if you don't wanna write it!

If you're still doing requests... can you write something for Price x male reader where Reader's a bit younger than him and he's never drank before ever. And he hides it to not seem like a loser or anything (lol) but when the team goes out drinking after a mission he gets served higher alcohol content bc they thought he'd be a heavy drinker?

No smut, just maybe hurt/comfort and fluff? Ignore this if you wouldn't like to <3

“DRUNK (NOT AGAIN)”

pairing john price x reader genre angst. fluff reader is a male. platonic / romantic cw lowercase typing. reader is 2+ years younger. descriptions of injuries. mentioned violence. team 141 included. insecurity. pet name ( love, towards reader ). drinking. tipsy reader. crying ( reader ). kissing & hugging ( receiving ). affectionate!price. hurt/comfort.

the mission was successful. the medevac helicopter was arriving soon, allowing time for a small discussion. minutes prior, it was havoc, alerting all of you. the enemy had set a trap, causing a few fuck-ups on your side. soap clutched at his side with a cloth, “aye cap, think we can go for some drinks ‘fter this?” he let out a pained grunt as he applied too much pressure. price sighed in response, opening a box in the deserted warehouse that had the equipment for a few stitches. “as long as you don’t pass out right now.”

gaz sent a wary glance at their way, dabbing a cotton that was soaked in antibiotic ointment on his slashes. ghost, on the other hand, only had a few small cuts. your own injuries were long forgotten as you registered their words. the problem with their agreement was that you’ve never drank, not even one sip. ever displaying a good image of yourself, you didn’t want to find out how you were when you’re drunk. alcoholic beverages has never been of your interest. being aware of the fact that people who were younger than you spent their precious time clubbing and drinking away their problems without a care made it worse. you didn’t want anyone to view you negatively for that, especially them. that included not telling a single soul and rejecting invitations to parties. you just didn’t want to be seen as a ‘kill joy’ when you tell them that you’ve never touched alcohol.

it meant avoiding questions from drunkards and lying when they’re pestering you too much. the constant ‘what if’s of being just average ate away at your brain. you didn’t want your team to see you as a good-for-nothing loser that they could easily discard at any given time. maybe if you left they—

“hey.” you didn’t respond.

“hey.” a few beats passed.

“look at me.” you blinked.

your vision focused, blurry gaze dissipating. you had dissociated. price stood in front of you, urging you to tilt your head to look up at him. the blinding lights hung on the ceiling, leaving prominent shadows across the room. the silhouette gracefully traced over his features. the both of you were in the infirmary, all patched up and wounds cleaned. left alone together, away from the others. “sorry. you were saying?” you asked, embarrassed warmth spreading across your cheeks. a ghost of a smile quirked from his cheeks, “are you okay?” his voice hoarse from exhaustion, “yeah, i’m good. are you?” slightly stumbling over your words as an ache from your side had you stilling. he nodded, eyes traveling over your form. usual sharp eyes softening as he continues to inspect you as if you were made of extra fragile porcelain, the look in his eyes as his attention lingers on you could be compared on how he stares at his precious hat far too long.

“we’re going to a bar. you joining, love?” a tentative question, which makes you ponder on answering. you hum in agreement, not wanting to ruin the moment.

maybe you should’ve rejected the offer like you always did. the bar was dim-lit, lights darting throughout the space, while slow, seductive music danced from the speakers. there were several people in the bar, including the bartenders. all harboring the same mysteriousness that you took for suspicion. it wasn’t quiet, booming laughter erupted from some, while the rest had their voice hushed in a whisper. most of them were drunk, you noted.

“finally.” soap dramatically sighed, stretching as he chooses a booth. “it’s really been that long?” gaz responded in a question to soap’s enthusiasm. surprisingly, ghost joined. he wasn’t going to drink for the sake of privacy, of course, the sergeants just managed to convince force him. the three sat close to each other while you and price were next to one another. it made you tingle in anticipation and fright. a waiter approached, and they all responded with ‘something heavy’. you gulped nervously, telling the man the same thing. every minute that passed had you fidgeting, beginning to bounce your leg up and down as you waited and waited and waited. you itched to tell them the truth, but you’ll only look like a coward. the others spoke about nonsense and such, while the captain’s attention was on you.

he was aware that something was wrong, but he couldn’t point his finger at what it could be. the impulsive side of his brain wanted to ask you directly, right here in front of the team. but he knew how closed off and irritable you could get in situations like these, so he rather keep his mouth shut.

the waiter arrived with your drinks on a tray, foam sizzling and a dented lemon on the rim of the glass. it whiffed of high worth, the house of the liquid appearing expensive itself. the stem was thinner than you originally thought it would be. it was appetizing, starting to understand why people spend their time on drinking this. however, you’ve heard of people’s first times, most stating that it tasted bitter in the beginning. the sergeants grabbed their drinks like starving animals, nearly spilling it on themselves. you examined their expression, their brow furrowed as they gulped down the first few sips before their face relaxed. “feeling drunk yet?” soap questioned, gaze directed at the captain. he began drinking too. seemingly unbothered by the alcoholic content. he pulled away from his glass, “could have this all day.”

“you gonna drink that?” his monotone voice suddenly placed it’s attention on you. responding with a ‘right’ before gripping the glass, copying the way they were holding it.

one taste couldn’t hurt, right? unknowingly, you did it a little too eagerly. “yeaaah! that’s the spirit.” soap cheered on and gaz let out a giggle at that. ghost’s focus was on scanning the room for suspicious activity that could possibly harm all of you. price thankfully wasn’t paying attention on you for once. you could definitely get used to not having to tolerate him stupidly looking at you like you wronged him. they downed their drinks and you followed suit. it was a rash decision, you soon learned, as your body began feeling warm. even the slightest of breathing you could hear. is it just you or is the music a lot louder than before?

the reality crashed down on you, it hit you like a truck. you were always awfully attempting to please others, but you’ve never thought if that’s what you truly wanted. you feel like a loser. drinking even though you knew you didn’t want to. unbeknownst to you, price took notice in the change of behavior. your eyes watering and lips trembling. everything felt too overwhelming, too loud, too bright, it was too much for you. barely mumbling a ‘i’m going to the restroom’ before you practically sprinted to the only place you could possibly find comfort. they didn’t seem to hear over their obnoxious argument about which weapon was superior and what sucked ass. price waited a few minutes, and then telling the group that he needed to use the toilet too. he noticed that you were stumbling in your footing, strange for someone who’s drank a lot more than this. you were only halfway through your drink before you seemed out of it. maybe it was because of how long your missions lasted your tolerance became a little skimpy. it was even weirder to him how you left the door ajar.

you couldn’t hold it in anymore, your tears began streaming down your cheeks. you despised this feeling. price carefully pushed the door, exposing your vulnerability to your captain. looking up at the mirror, you gasped. realizing your mistake in forgetting to lock the door. “love...” he began, eyes boring into yours in concern. striding towards you, he hugged you from behind. a staring contest made from the mirror. “what’s wrong?” you sniffed, trying to wipe away your tears but failing as more spilled, “i-i can’t— i’ve, i’ve never drank before and i-i wanted to impress you guys.” he stopped himself from immediately speaking about how you would be always perfect despite something so little as not drinking, “i d-didn’t tell you be-because,” a hiccup, “i tho-thought you’d see m-me as a lo...loser.” sobs wrecked through your being shamefully as you slurred your words.

“love.” he said firmly as you opened your mouth to apologize, preventing the words from escaping you. “the team and i would never belittle you.” he kisses your cheek, rubbing your sides to soothe you with his thumbs. “it’s not your fault, okay? don’t apologize.” another kiss, using his knuckle to wipe away stray tears, “don’t ever be afraid to speak up, love.”

you hiccuped more, guilt searing within. “stop feeling guilty about it. there’s no shame in that, others who think otherwise are just little shits. you’re better than them.” he kissed your jaw, ever showering you with affection in any way he was able to. he grabbed your hand, holding it to intertwine his fingers with yours. he tilted his head back up to kiss the trail of wetness on your cheek, hushing your weak sobs gently, “let’s go order some food, yeah? and we should get some water too to help the tipsiness. just let me know if you want to try drinking again so i can help you through it. c’mon, love.” a smile spreading across his cheeks as your eyes lit up in appreciation. he was happy that he had you as much as you were happy to have him. if soulmates existed, he was yours.

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