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w-izxrdwheezes · 4 months

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STRESS RELIEF

wakatoshi ushijima & satori tendou x fem reader

a oneshot where friends always share

warnings : pure smut underneath the cut

it was wrong on so many levels, it was depraved and dirty. yet as you make eye contact with your boyfriend’s deep red eyes; you can’t help but let your own roll to the back of your skull.

his wrist moves lazily, languish strokes that stutter when his fingers brush against his sensitive head. pupils blown out wide as he watches you from the corner of the room. teeth chewing down upon chapped lips as he sucks in a sharp breath, eyes closing for a moment as he watches you moan and writhe beneath another man

you want to reach out for him, desperately plea that you’re not enjoying this at all and that nobody can make you feel good but him — but that would be a blatant lie

the man above you has a bruising grip on your hips, his lower half practically slamming into you as he uses you as stress relief.

your hands grip at his wrist and forearms, trying to ground yourself from the overwhelming sensation of being so full; you’d never been fucked like this before.

the one fucking you is unfamiliar, brows furrowed as he concentrates on letting some steam off after a rough day, it was clear he was viewing you as nothing more than an object at this point, but with how every thrust he made was sending your head dizzy, you couldn’t find it in you to complain

your gaze flickers away from the guy atop of you and instead towards the familiar sight of your partner, whose eyes were half-lidded with lust as he listens to you whine for him “tori, tell him t’ slow down please, please! can’t take it”

tendou’s lips pull into a condescending grin as you whimper, helpless against the large guy who was ignorant to the futile attempts at pushing him away you made; your heart not really in it as you let your tongue loll out slightly as his hips angled upwards.

“y’hear that wakatoshi? m’ angel says it’s too much for her” your pussy instinctively throbs at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, brows furrowing as you hear ushijima groan from the sensation

wakatoshi ushijima was actually no stranger to you at all, but when you had been thrown into this new scenario with him and your partner, it was hard for him not to seem unfamiliar; especially when he was treating you so rough. a huge 180 from the usual gentle giant you had supposed satori’s best friend to be.

a large hand strokes the side of your face, eyes fluttering open to meet ushijima’s own dark pair, his gaze was softer now, more familiar than the deep scowl he had been wearing moments prior

his thrusts seem to follow suit in his gentleness, the headboard no longer slamming against the wall like before, instead he apologises pressing a softer kiss just to the side of your mouth.

“sorry, i just got carried away” he confesses, and your eyes flicker towards your chuckling boyfriend in the corner, his eyes watching hungrily as his bestfriend continues to slowly grind into you, your mind turning to mush slightly as the slick sounds of your bodies coming together continue to fill the room.

you nod feebly, suddenly feeling shy under the gaze of both men “s’ okay, just not so hard, you’re too big.”

satori snorts from the corner of the room, a lazy grin on his features as he continues fucking up into his own fist “gotta be gentle with her, she’s not used to being treated like a slut” ushijima hums, gaze trained on where he and you were connected, smirking at the white ring that was left around the base of his cock.

what tendou had said was true too, when he and you were together it was never as dirty as this, he would never say anything degrading. instead only endless praise tumbling from his lips as he practically worshipped your body

but this? this was entirely different, you felt like you were being ruined by wakatoshi, his cock so big that it ached slightly as he pressed against your cervix. it didn’t help that the way he was treating you before made you feel as though you were unable to think, looking at you as nothing more than an object he could use to make himself feel better.

you felt slightly guilty for liking how he made you feel too.

the sensation of ushijima pressing down on your stomach makes you whine, pulled from your thoughts as he continues to move in and out of you

“holy shit don’t tell me..”

tendou is almost giddy as he watches now, him and ushijima looking to one another as wakatoshi sucks in a breath “can see where i’m fucking her tendou” you gasp as he sends a harsher thrust up into you, his voice practically pathetic as he pushes down on your stomach in awe

tendou has to stop the movement of his wrist for a moment, the sentence alone making him feel all the more sensitive.

you can’t help the moans that leave you as ushijima picks up his pace once again, a simple “sorry i can’t help it” leaving his lips as he groans, eyes trained on where your stomach bulges from the imprint of his dick

hands push and claw at his forearms as tears collect on your lashline, the sensation almost too much as you whine about how he was “too deep.” yet your needy moans don’t stop as tendou encourages you from his seat to the side “you can take him my love, just gotta touch that pretty pussy n you can cum yeah?”

the sound of skin slapping against skin is so lewd, wet shlick echoes filling the room as you whimper out loudly, head nodding as you eagerly listen to your boyfriend’s words. fingers fumbling as you push them into your own mouth, eyes trained on satori’s own red pair as you let your tongue push against them, saliva pooling and dripping around them before bringing them down to your core.

your broken moans stutter into a gasp at the first contact of your fingertips to your clit, ushijima hissing a breath through his teeth as he feels you clench down around him “feels good when she gets all tight like that doesn’t it?” satori groans out, hips moving upwards to meet the eager strokes of his hand

“yeah, god how is she this tight?” your toes curl from the praise, a desperate whine for more leaving your lips as you let your fingers rub messy circles against yourself. the way they were speaking as if you weren’t even there made your stomach tighten slightly, a coil winding up from the overwhelming pleasure of being absolutely wrecked by your boyfriend’s best friend.

tendou catches on the way your hips begin to stuttering up to meet ushijima’s hard thrust’s, free hand clawing at the large man’s muscular forearm, nails indenting into the skin as he winces from the sting, he knew you were close to coming around his friend’s cock now, and it made his cock twitch desperately at the idea

“toshi, need more” you gasp out, practically panting as your hips grind against him “you’re so big!”

ushijima nearly whimpers at the sound of your desperate cry, fingers pressing into the skin of your hips as he tries not to cum first. “you gotta see how pretty she is when she cums” tendou speaks up again, ushijima almost forgetting about his presence as he focuses on the way your cunt tries to keep him close

“tori” you cry out once more, lip wobbling as you turn your head towards him, wanting him to come over and kiss you, touch you, whatever. you just needed him close

he seems to understand this too, standing from his seat, hand still wrapped around his cock as he stands in front of you now “what is it baby, don’t you wanna cum?” his free hand strokes the soft skin of your cheek, thumb pulling your lower lip down as you desperately nod

“just love you s’much” his grin widens at this, a condescending glint in his eye as he watches your eyes roll back from a particularly rough thrust from wakatoshi. “i know baby. know you love wakatoshi’s cock too, don’t you?” he teases, and you have to restrain yourself from cumming as you feel wakatoshi angle his hips upwards once again

“isn’t she a good girl wakatoshi? even while you’re fucking her, she’s tryna show me how much she loves me” ushijima chuckles at the idea of it, when he worded it like that it made you look stupid “sure you’re not just a cockhungry slut beautiful?” tendou coo’s and you immediately shake your head no, a broken sob leaving you as you desperately fight off your orgasm.

“no, m’ not tori! m’ your girl, i love you s’ much!” ushijima takes your denial as a challenge, thrusts growing harsher as he continues to angle towards the spot that was making your brain fog over.

tendou scoffs once again, cutting off your attempt at rambling out more confessions of love by pushing his cock past your open lips “i know baby, you’re my girl” he agrees, eyes practically in hearts as your teary gaze meets his own, tongue dragging along his length as you bring him further into your mouth

ushijima moans at the sight, feeling his orgasm approaching as you start to twitch around him, eyes rolling back as you suckle on your boyfriends tip, a needy repetitive mutter of “m gonna cum!” leaving your lips as you instead start stroking him, back arching off of the bed as you finally feel that coil snap

you can’t help the loud moans that escape you as your other hand digs into ushijima’s arm, his own desperate pants growing louder as he feels you clench around him; watching as your body writhes slightly as he continues pushing deeper.

“good girl, doing so well” tendou praises as he thrusts into your fist, ushijima shutting his eyes tight as he focuses on the way you feel cumming beneath him, it was a sensation he wanted to imprint into his memory forever.

his thrusts slow down however as you desperately cry out about it being “too much” your skin shining with a sheen layer of sweat as your chest rapidly rises and falls. panting, you try catch your breath

and when ushijima pulls out, you can’t help but mourn the loss slightly.

tendou leans down to press a kiss against your lips, hand returning to his own cock as he watches your gaze begin to lazily blink open and closed

grinning as he watches ushijima peel off the condom, groaning lowly at the feeling, tendou walks towards him, offering his hand “want me to help?”

ushijima chews on his lip as he thinks for a moment, nodding as he catches your tired yet eager gaze

tendou is slow as he moves forwards, a hand gently reaching up to the taller males face as he pulls him in for a kiss, you press your aching thighs together at the sight of the two attractive men sighing into one another’s mouths, tongues skilfully pushing and pulling against the others

ushijima shudders as tendou presses their abdomens together now, large slender hands wrapping around not only his own but also wakatoshi’s large cock as they both sigh in relief

you can’t help but watch as the two men stroke their cocks together, tips rubbing against one another as their hips stutter up.

ushijima’s lip is pulled between his teeth as his brows furrow, shuddering slightly as he mutters out a curse “shit” tendou is smiling as he watches his friend groan, his head tilting back slightly as he closes his eyes to savour the feeling.

“who knew this would feel so good huh?” you chuckle at tendou’s words, sleepy eyes trained on the way their cocks rubbed together, ushijima’s twitching slightly as he likely neared his finish. “you can cum if you wanna toshi’” his dark gaze flits over to your own as he nods, sucking in a breath as he lets tendou continue jacking the two of them off

his brows furrow, chest panting as he finally allows himself to give in, a quick warning leaving him before cum splatters against his own and tendou’s chest, your boyfriend following shortly after with a quick “fuck” the pair of them leaning against one another as satori pulls his hand away so as to not overstimulate them both.

you smile tiredly up at the pair as they both pant, tendou falling gracelessly onto the bed as he smirks up at wakatoshi “i told you it would be a good stress relief” both you and ushijima chuckle at this, your eyes rolling as you shuffle over to scratch your fingers against your boyfriends bright red buzzcut, you’d seen pictures of what he’d looked like before he buzzed it all and felt upset that you wouldn’t get to feel that too.

“thank you” ushijima begins, ears red as he finally takes a breather “both of you” you grin up at the flustered man, tendou patting the space on the bed beside him in gesture for him to sit. “it’s all good wakatoshi, hey if you win this next big game maybe she’ll let you do her raw next time”

your skin buzzed with the promise of this happening again, wakatoshi seemingly thinking a similar thing as he grinned; uncharacteristically excitable from the newfound motive

and when he and his team won their next match, well you and tendou were sure to keep your side of the deal.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu thirsts #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #tendou satori #tendou x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader

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seriouslysnape · 3 years

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Perfect Resolution

Harry Potter x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Language.

Word Count: 1,641

“Good. You deserved that after today.”

“Even when you’re being stubborn, you’re still my pretty girl.” Harry huffed out, his voice strained when you slammed back down onto his lap in a particularly rough way, the tip of his cock pounding at your g-spot.

Your brain was mush at this point. Every thought that crossed your mind was occupied by either Harry or your goal to achieve the orgasm that he was helping you towards. Harry looked so good right now. His hair was unruly and ruffled in every direction from where your hands had untidied it from being wrapped in it. You leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his famous scar without ever breaking the rhythm of your hips.

You had been rather difficult today. It hadn’t been your best day, and everything had seemingly gone wrong since the moment you had gotten up that morning. You had been sour with him all day, brushing him off and barking at him for the most innocent intentions. He had been trying to get through to you all day, trying to make you feel better. But even Harry, who was the most patient person you knew, would crack eventually. The last straw was drawn when you had blown up at him for attempting to help you study for your Transfiguration exam that you were totally screwed for.

“I don’t need your fucking help, Harry!” You had basically screamed at him, causing him to recoil completely.

He had been standing next to where you were sitting at your desk, rubbing your back soothingly and pointing out things in your notes when you got stuck on something. He hadn’t expected you to respond so harshly to him just trying to help, and honestly he had enough with your attitude for one day.

Without another word, he had yanked you up from your chair, sitting in it himself and pulling you onto his lap. He murmured something about “fucking the attitude right out of you”; something that he didn’t do very often. He had pushed you over the edge the first time with just his fingers, pumping and curling his fingers until you were writhing around his hand. Now he was repeatedly being buried deep inside of you each time you crashed back down onto him.

Even though he was aggravated with you, he knew that you had just been frustrated all day. He wanted you to feel better, because he could never stay mad at you. Still, he hadn’t quite worked through all the irritation.

“You take my cock so well, don’t you?” He practically groaned out, “Just like you took my fingers just a few minutes ago...you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

You hadn’t said anything in a while, your thoughts too preoccupied to form any kind of coherent response to what he was saying to you. Your eyes were screwed shut, so tightly that you were seeing inky blotches behind your eyelids. Your head was tilted upwards to the ceiling as you focused on the way he was stretching and filling your slick walls so perfectly. He was meeting your bounces with his upward thrusts, hitting every sensitive spot that had melted you into a whimpering puddle.

It wasn’t until his hand gripped your chin to force you to look at him that your eyes opened and you snapped out of your trance.

“Are you not going to answer me?” He asked gruffly when you didn’t give any kind of reply.

Your head fluttered as your dilated pupils met his lust blown ones. You were breathless as you spoke, your chest heaving with each rapid inhale of oxygen that you took.

“Sorry, Harry. What’d you say?” You asked him to repeat, your own voice echoing in your ears.

Instead, Harry shot up from the chair without removing his throbbing cock out of you. Your wobbly legs were pitiful as he brought you to your feet, pressing the front of your hips into the desk and pulling your back against his front.

“Since you can’t get it together, I guess I’m going to have to fuck you into your desk.” He growled, pushing your skirt up and chuckling lowly in your ear at the reminder that his favorite pair of your lace knickers had been discarded long ago.

The wooden material of your desk dug into your skin, but you were too focused on the delicious feeling of Harry fucking in and out of you to even notice. Your palms gripped the edge of the desk, your eyes raking over the countless parchments of Transfiguration notes in front of you. The words were blurred jumbles of letters, and you couldn’t comprehend what any of it said to save your life right now.

Harry was fucking you hard and fast, pulling out almost completely each time before railing back into you. He kept one hand on your waist to keep you from straying away from him, since sometimes you tended to squirm. His other hand cupped one of your breasts, playing with the stimulated nipple. Your orgasm was heating up and pooling in your belly, your desperation becoming more and more clear.

“Harry.” You croaked out, your voice light and airy.

“What, angel?” He acknowledged with a grin, knowing you were beginning to beg.

“Please...” You whined, your knees trembling more with each passing second.

He laughed again in your ear as he slammed in again past your sopping folds, your arousal had drenched his cock and was dripping down your thighs.

“What do you want, baby? You’ve got to tell me if you want something.” He sneered with the knowledge that he had you at his mercy.

You swallowed hard, your brain even foggier than before as you replied without much hesitation.

“I wanna cum.” You admitted, crying out immediately after a particularly perfect thrust from him.

“Do you? Only good girls get to cum,” He pointed out, his voice muffled from his mouth sucking on your neck, “You’ve been bad all day. I don’t know if you deserve it.”

The desire and the need to finish was exploding all through you. This was the best you had felt all day and if you didn’t get your release, you were sure you’d be a mess before the night was over.

“No, no, no. Please, Harry. I didn’t mean to- fuck! I just wanna cum so I can feel better...” You pleaded.

Harry was a real softie at heart, and he rarely could stand the sound of you so needy and broken down. Maybe if you had really pissed him off, he might hold off on letting you cum, but right now he felt too bad to leave you like this.

“Okay, love, okay. Just because you’ve had such a rough day, I’m gonna let you finish,” He said, his words beginning to slur together, “But the next time you get snappy with me, I might not be so nice.” He rumbled.

A moan of satisfaction and bliss bubbled out of your throat as he continued to wonderfully fuck you the way only he knew how to. The band of ecstasy was stretching and stretching in your gut, and it was only a matter of a few more immaculately pounds into you that it would snap. His cock twitched deep inside of you somewhere, signaling that he was about to burst as well.

When he felt you clench around him, he splayed his hand across your chest and pulled you completely back and flush against him as you came on his cock, his own release spilling into you. The sound of his moan as he finished sent waves of thrill through you as he held you close as you fell from your climax. The rushes of electricity and lust fizzled away slowly the further you both trailed from your finishes. The only sounds were your matched heavy breathing and occasional sigh of content.

Harry dragged his now softened cock out of you, his tip leaving last with a wet sounding pop. Your core and legs were shaking violently as he spun you around, holding you up by your arms to keep you from collapsing on him.

“You alright, lovely?” He questioned once he felt stable enough to speak.

“Mmhm,” You mumbled, “I’m perfect.”

“Good. You deserved that after today.” He responded, referring to how a good loving making session was all you needed.

You didn’t quite catch the intention of his words, and your expression changed into a guilty one.

“Oh, Harry, I’m sorry I was so mean today. It wasn’t your fault.” You apologized, kissing just above his right pectoral muscle.

He kept you held up with one arm, using his free hand to brush your messy hair from your face. He kissed the tip of your nose, then pressing another lazy kiss to your lips.

“I know, sweet girl. It’s okay,” He said warmly, “I meant that you deserved to feel good after you’ve had such a bad day.”

He whisked you away to your bed, snuggling up with you to give you a break from both studying and fucking. He littered you with kisses, aiding in getting rid of the remnants of your bad mood. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and kissed all the places that made you smile or giggle happily.

Today reminded you of one of the many reasons you loved your beloved Harry. He was patient when you were being difficult. He was understanding when you were struggling. He was there for you when you needed him to be. He made your heart swell and your stomach flutter every time.

He was the perfect resolution every time things got hard.

“Thanks for making me feel better. In more ways than one.” You said appreciatively with a small laugh.

Harry grinned proudly, leaving another kiss on your forehead.

“Anytime, my love.”

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twracehorse · 7 years

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Forgot I had this in my notes so here’s this dump XD

This is basically a story writing of doing the quests with Spirit

Short story about Winterdust (Blossom) seeing Spirit’s son coming to Jorvik (italic is Blossom’s dialog, bold is Spirit’s)

Blossom was in her stall, the sound of the other horses shuffling around, eating hay, drinking water, or giving soft nickers to each other were her daily routine of sounds she heard. The stable doors opened, Elsa and Rebel walked in, she usually rode Rebel. Blossom watched as Elsa put Rebel into his stall and took off his tack. She then enters Blossom’s stall and leads her out and puts on tack “We’re gonna meet a new friend today girl. You are the best choice for this mission”. Blossom rides over the soft grassy ground of Everwind Fields and spots a wild horse in the distance. The horse stops suddenly in shock. Blossom looks curiously at the wild mustang. “I need your human to do something” He told about the rodent in the field who was in danger of being run over by the combine harvester. Blossom took Elsa to Barney’s farm and snorted in the direction of the rodent. Elsa understood and dismounted to grab the little critter and give him to Barney. Blossom saw the wild horse watching from a far from her field of vision. He walked away and can only assume he was satisfied with their work.

Walking into Fort Pinta to take a look at the shops, there were two new girls with a makeshift shop by the fountain. Elsa, holding onto the reins of Blossom lead her closer to say hello. “Hi! Have you heard? Spirit is here in Jorvik!” “We’ve come all this way to meet him, we even have all of this merchandise to sell! Check it out!” It was mostly shirts, pants, and boots which neither Blossom or Elsa were interested in. The tack on the other hand caught both their eyes, mainly the constellation tack. It had pretty shades of blue with spots of white to make it like stars. The other tack set wasn’t too eye catching, but it wasn’t bad itself. After learning more about Spirit from the fangirls, Elsa mounted Blossom and off they went to roam Jorvik in search of the new horse.

Upon the Fire trails of Firgrove was the neighing of the wild horse. Spirit approached and gave the information that a baby bunny was lost. Blossom with Elsa picked up a lope to search and found the bunny by the graves of Mr and Mrs Hill. A little spooky Blossom thought, but she picked up the bunny by its scruff and handing it to Elsa who put the little bun bun in her saddlebag. Strolling up to Spirit he lead the horse and rider to the mother bunny. Another hour, another task done, Blossom wonders how long she’ll be out for the day. Elsa directs Blossom to a picnic spot in the Apple Grove and they sit down to enjoy lunch and some fresh apples.

Once the hour lunch was over Elsa mounted Blossom and they ran into Spirit again. He looked sheepishly at them and made a low grumble sound like a stomach growl. Blossom looked back at Elsa and motioned to the saddle bag that had some extra apples for the rest of the horses at the stable. Elsa swung her leg over and landed on the ground, grabbed the apple, and slowly approached Spirit. He took the apple happily. Elsa tried to pet him but he moved his head up out of reach, not trusting her just yet. He ran off and Elsa got on Blossom and headed back to the stable to feed the rest of the horses.

The duo exit the stable and went back to the Fire Trail since he seems to like that place. Lo and behold Spirit trotted up to Blossom and Elsa “I want to see the far reaches of Jorvik” Blossom was not going to go all the way up the mountain for the view he wanted. He’ll just have to settle for second best, on a rock where you can see some of Jorvik. She lead him past Andy’s sheep and chicken pens and where Gary Goldtooth comes ‘round every so often to sell the magically colored Jorvik Wild Horses. There were a few rocks that are climbable and flat with a pretty good view. They climbed easily onto one of the rocks and Spirit ran up excited and reared. He rubbed against Blossom’s neck. She looked over at him curiously “He’s not too bad looking for a wild horse”. They leave Spirit up there and make their way to the two fangirls at Fort Pinta to see what they’ll say.

“No way! You got to feed Spirit?!” “That’s super awesome! Seems like you two are becoming good friends!” Safe to say they were ecstatic, much to the annoyance of Blossom. She usually doesn’t mind people, but these two are just insane. “We heard that Spirit is roaming around South Hoof” “Yeah he wanted to be with a herd I guess, he probably misses them”. Elsa tugs the reins over to the side to get Blossom moving towards the ferries. Waiting for the ferry is always boring, but this time there were quite a few people than usual. Finally the ferry arrived and the herd of people moved onto the ferry. Blossom hoped it didn’t sink with so many people. Making it to the shores of South Hoof safely Blossom started to run and so did the herd. “Were they all looking for the elusive stallion?” They spread out in search and it took a while before Elsa spotted the glowing yellow coat of Spirit. He was frantic as he tossed his head over in a direction towards the bridge between South Hoof and Epona. Blossom picked up a hasty pace to see what he was trying to point out. Off to the side of the bridge there was a little pony stuck in a bunch of brambles. Elsa quickly dismounted and went to untangle the pony. Once the pony realized it was free, it ran back to find its herd. Spirit isn’t seen, but his presence is felt close by. “Kinda creepy that he does that”

Back to Firgrove it was. It became the starting spot to try to see if Spirit will show up there and he did. A chicken was loose and in danger of being eaten by wolves. Blossom doesn’t know how to handle chickens, she’s heard the legends of the Sunfield hens, hoping these Firgrove chickens aren’t the same. Thankfully when she went to nudge the chicken it ran normally. It kept going the wrong way and Blossom decided to push the chicken in when it was close enough to the hen house. Spirit looked on behind a tree and snorted, giving Blossom the impression he was laughing at her for being rough with the measly chicken.

The hours drawn on as the sun started to linger. The last hour to see what Spirit was up to. He was up by the abandoned farm in Nimler’s. He pawed the ground and arched his neck, smacking his lips. Elsa dismounted and held out a bundle of hay for him to munch on. As Elsa and Blossom headed back to Moorland stables Blossom looked back at Spirit and he was looking back at her.

Before they could rest for the night, Elsa and Blossom met up with the frantic fangirls. “O.M.G!! You’re besties with Spirit!” Blossom pinned her ears back as both girls squealed in unison.

The next day was a repeat of the others. Grab a baby bunny and give it to its mother. Help the same wild pony from brambles, “Didn’t you learn the last time?” Blossom asked the palomino, but it didn’t respond as it rushed back to the herd. Pick up a rodent that was digging in the road, poor thing almost got ran over and Spirit narrowly avoided the bulldozer as he lead them to the spot. Showing Spirit a beach area that Blossom didn’t think was really there. I mean sure she knew she’s on an island and where water connects with land there’s usually a beach there, but this one was untouched for the most part. When it came to Landon loosing a sheep, Blossom thought it was Juan again who ran away. Checking the tree where he likes to go, she realized the sheep wasn’t there and rushed around to find it. They found the small land cloud by a mill on the other side of a hill where it should be. Blossom nudged the sheep to follow. After a few steps she looked back and saw that the sheep hadn’t budged, staring at her with a blank expression. Blossom looked around and found a large tuft of grass. Pulling the grass by the roots, once the sheep saw what she had it started running towards her. Surprised by the speed of its little legs, she picked up the pace and dropped the grass when the sheep had rejoined its herd. A new creature needed their help this time, a frog. Slimy with big eyes and Blossom was not going to touch that thing! Luckily Elsa picked up the frog with her gloved hands and trotted over to the water to release it. Spirit was near the run down farm of the Dews, Blossom wondered why he was hanging around here? He trotted up to her and pawed at the ground, raising his head up and doing a small rear. “I want to see the portal” “portal?? There’s no portal around here”. Blossom looked up at the separate path leading to someplace. “I guess we can see where this goes” Picking up a trot they follow the path. Turning past rocks and an overgrown path of trees and foliage, the air gets mysteriously misty. A few more steps and they come to a stop, four giant horse statues stood, two on each side across from each other. Spirit runs up and rears in the middle of the statues. Blossom goes around looking at each statue. Noticing the patterns on the horses, she’s not sure what they mean. She’ll have to ask Rebel if he knows. Spirit was hungry after that small adventure. A nice little carrot was enough to satisfy him. Lastly Elsa and Blossom had to help another frog. Blossom gently nudged the frog into the water with her hoof, jumping back when it hopped suddenly. Letting out a snort, Blossom was happy to be done for the day. But then she found herself back in the clutches of the overexcited girls at Fort Pinta. “OMG OMG!! Okay okay you need to give Spirit this!” “An apple? We just gave him a carrot, I’m sure he can live with that” “It’s an apple from Miradero! The place Spirit is from!” Elsa, taking the apple, gave the girls the special and more rare blueish purple coins with a star imprint on them. Elsa clicks to Blossom to move into the trailer. Telling the driver to take them to Nimler’s Highland, they set off to find Spirit one last time. The sun was making the land around them turn to gold. One golden stallion was roaming the land between the abandoned farm and the Mirror Marshes. Blossom whinnies to get his attention and Spirit trots over, stopping just short of her face. Elsa dismounts and holds out the apple in her palm. Spirit’s eyes look full of wonder and he happily munches on the sweet apple. All three companions arrive back at the stable which will be Spirit’s new home.

#Yo I've had this in my notes since Spirit like first arrived #you can tell where I got lazy with this and was like 'okay let's mush things in one'#Star Stable #Star Stable Online #SSO

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watermelonlovershigh · 3 years

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You Get Sick in the Back of an Uber

AN: so this was a story i have had in my drafts for like three months and just never found motivation to finish it. i decided to finish this first out of my drafts because it was one of the ones that had the most already written for it. unlike some of my others that don't have much written yet. and this was supposed to be longer but i got lazy and ended the end with no dialogue and shorted the story. but i guess that's fine because the main part of this was the uber incident and not necessary the aftercare. (i just love to always include aftercare whether its with sex or getting sick. unless its a blurb) @harryhoney-bee suggested number 1. on my voting post so thank you for requesting i finish this one shot idea that was in my drafts.

This story contains: puke, drunken person, caring husband

{ husband!harry - dad!harry - Grammys 2021 Harry - 4 kids (any age you imagine) }

word count: 1765

When you drink too much at the Grammys, you end up having to get sick in the uber ride home and Harry cares for you.

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Back Story-

After the Grammys, Harry and I decided to go to the little after party that was being held for the Grammy attendees. We knew we couldn't stay too long because we had to get back home to our kids. They were currently with our babysitter but she couldn't stay all night. She has to go home at some point. So we made sure to watch the time.

At the afterparty, drinks were flowing. I haven't drank in a while due to the fact I had been pregnant not too long ago. This was the first night I was allowed to drink and I decided to do just that. Harry was aware of me drinking and promised to watch and take care of me. Though we were at this afterparty for him, he wanted me to let loose and have some fun as well.

But what he wasn't expecting was for me to drink the amount I did. I didn't mean to go over board. It just kind of happened. People handing out drinks left and right and next thing I knew, I was drunk. Not tipsy, drunk. When Harry noticed how drunk I was, he decided it's best to go home.

And because Harry also had drank some alcohol, he wasn't in a state to drive either. By no means was he as drunk as me though. Maybe just tipsy but he didn't want to risk it. So he decided to call an uber for us.

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Current-

We're sitting in the back of the uber on our way home. It's about an hour drive since the city is crowded with traffic due to the Grammys. Right about now is when I regret drinking any alcohol tonight. Because I haven't drank in over a year, my body isn't use to the poison running through my veins. So you could say I'm a lightweight now. My head is throbbing. My vision is blurry. My stomach is turning. Lets just say I regret all my decisions tonight that lead to me feeling this way.

"Harrrrry I don't feel good." I manage to slur out.

"You probably should have stuck to champagne instead of vodka my love." Harry responds, while stroking my hair out of my face in a gentle manner.

Another 10 minutes pass and I'm feeling very nauseous. I'm trying to focus on my breathing but it's not working.

"Harry my stomach hurts." I whisper with hooded eyes.

"Like you're gonna be sick?" Harry questions with panic.

I nod my head and hear Harry asking the driver if he can pull over.

"Can you pull over? My wife is feeling ill." Harry frantically questions the uber driver up front.

"I'm sorry sir but this freeway is packed and there is no way I can get to the side of the road right now." the driver says with a bit of an attitude.

Hearing that made me and Harry both start to panic.

"Well do you have any sick bags in here?" my husband asks.

"Sorry I don't." the driver retorts in a uncaring tone. What kind of uber driver doesn't carry sick bags for when drunks potentially need a ride but feel like they are going to be sick?

I just barley hear Harry let out a frustrated sigh and turn to me.

"Try and relax love. Take deep breaths for me, alright." Harry whispers while rubbing my back as I'm slumped over his body, too disoriented to even hold my head up.

About 3 minutes later, I feel vomit rise up my throat. There isn't much I can to do. The driver already said he couldn't pull over, nor does he have sick bags. I sit up from my slouched position and clasp a hand over my mouth. My legs are bouncing up and down. I'm trying desperately not to puke but I'm doing a poor job. Harry is sitting up with me, trying to comfort me but his words are all a blur at this point.

"If you have to be sick darling, let it out. I'll pay to get this uber cleaned, okay." Harry states in my ear. I know he'd rather not have me puke on the floor of the uber, right beside him, but he can tell I'm struggling and in discomfort.

Hearing those words was all the conformation I needed. I remove my hand from my mouth and let out a gush of alcoholic bile spew from my mouth and onto the backseat floor board. Harry gathers my hair in his hands so it's not in my face. My vomit splatters all over my legs and on the bottom of Harry's Gucci suit. I'd feel terrible about that if I wasn't so out of it, but my mind is a mushed up blur.

"Shhh, that's it. You're alright." Harry reassures me. The uber driver lets out a sigh of disgust, but this is truly his fault that I'm throwing up in his uber right now anyways.

Heave after heave, I let out more of the alcohol that was poisoning my system, right onto the floor. It's not a pretty sight. I'm having a cold sweat and my body is trembling. Though Harry has a weak stomach, when it comes to his wife (me) or his kids, he can always handle a bit of throw up. Or a lot like currently. It's like a fatherly/husband instinct that comes over him and he feels only adrenaline, not yuck.

Finally I feel my stomach relax and I sit up, breathing heavy with vomit dripping down my chin. Without thinking, I wipe it off with the back of my hand and smear it on my already ruined dress. "Feeling better?" Harry asks in a low tone.

"Mhmm." I hum, not really feeling like talking. My drunken brain has cleared up some from the majority of the alcohol being out of my system, but I still feel the after affects drinking brings. I just lean my head on Harry's shoulder for the rest of the ride home and allow the cool breeze to blow on my face. The uber driver did us all a favor by rolling the windows down so we didn't suffocate on the nasty smell of my sick.

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After-

When we arrived home, Harry payed the uber driver, not giving much of a tip and told him that he'd have someone clean his car out in the morning. As well as a half assed apology for my incident beings it could have been prevented. Then carefully, Harry lifted me out the uber and carried me into our Los Angeles home. Good thing our kids were all asleep because they shouldn't have to see their mother like this. Covered in puke and half drunk.

Harry took me to our bathroom and quickly ran down stairs to pay our babysitter, hoping she didn't question my appearance when she saw my state as we came through the front door. She didn't thankfully and left soon after her check was handed to her. Harry came back up to where he left me and helped me clean up and get ready for bed.

He stripped us of our vomit covered clothes and helped me into the big walk-in shower we have in our master bathroom. Then after he delicately washed our bodies along with my hair, he helped us out and dried us off. We brushed our teeth, me with the help of my husband because I was still a bit dizzy. After we're clean of sick and smelt fresh, he helped me put some panties and a t-shirt over my nude body and boxers on himself; just incase our kids woke up and needed us for whatever reason.

Harry helped me into our large bed and tucked me in, bending down to kiss my forehead. Then he walked down to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water and a bucket incase I needed to be sick again at some point through-out the rest of the early morning. When he had all the items he intended to grab, Harry came back to our bedroom where I was already passed out with sleep.

So he just set the water on my night stand and the bucket on the floor, beside my side of the bed. Then Harry quietly exited our room and went to each of our child's bedrooms to make sure they were fine and still asleep like they should be, which they thankfully were.

When everything was done and taken care of, Harry turned the bedroom lights out and slipped in the covers with me. He helped my body scoot over and I cuddled into his warm body. I didn't realize it in my state of sleep but I knew when I awoke, I'll be thinking about how grateful I am to have a wonderful husband like Harry.

He takes such good care of me. He didn't get upset that I drank too much on his special night and accidently got wasted. He never once got upset that I basically got throw up on his expensive suit tonight in the uber. He didn't get annoyed that he had to shower both me and him past midnight, though he was exhausted. Harry loves taking care of me (and our kids) and wouldn't wish for any other life. Even when his life becomes chaotic and stressful. Harry loves his family dearly and his family love him just as much or more.

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battybatzgirl · 3 years

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Hey Mr. Sandman, You Missed a Spot

AO3

Summary:

It's not that Hunter doesn't ever sleep, Eda's come to realize. It was that he falls asleep sporadically, most of the time in really weird places.

Or: 5 times Eda catches Hunter taking a nap

Part 1 of the Finders Keepers Series

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Here’s the thing about Eda: she loves naps. Eda likes to be cozy, so usually, that equated to curling up under a blanket, lazing around, and falling asleep. The Owl Beast shared that sentiment, the creature that lived within her constantly wanting to nest. Those animalistic instincts were weird, but when you lived in a house with a demon who also liked to bury himself under a pile of stuffed animals, you kind of got used to it.

Here’s the thing about Hunter: he doesn’t sleep.

The kid has been living with them for only about two weeks, officially replacing Eda as Public Enemy Numero Uno in the eyes of the Emperor. When he’d showed up on Hooty’s doorstep, all bloody and barely conscious, Eda thought it was some kind of cosmic trick. The Powers That Be had to be pulling her leg because this was the second time the leader of the Emperor’s Coven had shown up to the Owl House with nowhere else to go.

Luz had been ecstatic to welcome him in, apparently excited to finally fulfill her dreams of becoming a middle child in their weird little found family. King was less thrilled, but eventually warmed up to the idea of Hunter staying with them as long as he taught King his secrets on how to command an army.

Hunter himself even seemed unnerved at the thought of living with them. He tried to leave a few times when he was still wounded, but his little bird palisman (Rascal, she’s heard him say) effectively herded him back into the house by continuously dive-bombing him and nipping at his ears. And after Belos put out a wanted poster for the kid, making him the Isles’ number one most wanted traitor, leaving wasn’t really an option. Not if he wanted to stay alive.

So eventually, Hunter begrudgingly accepted that yeah, he lived in the Owl House now.

And alright, Eda isn’t heartless. The kid was lost, wounded, and an enemy of the Emperor. She can work with that.

Getting to know him has been a challenge, though. Hunter has a lot of weird quirks. He holds himself so seriously that Eda has a hard time remembering that he’s a teenager and not a fully grown middle-aged man. He hardly ever smiles. He’s jumpy, practically jolting out of his skin every time you walk into the same room. He’s clearly Going Through Some Shit, as Eda so eloquently calls it, remembering how Lily went through the same thing when she slowly broke free of Belos’s freaky subjugation.

But still. The kid doesn’t sleep.

Eda first notices it around day four of his residence. She’s up early to go to the market, stepping into the living room and nearly transforming into her Harpy Form out of pure shock when she sees a figure messing with her bookshelf in the back of the room. Wide maroon eyes lock on hers from across the room and she feels the feathers that sprung to her skin recede.

“Titan, kid,” she breaths, “You nearly killed me. What are you doing up? It’s Saturday, you should be sleeping in.”

“Um…I did sleep in,” Hunter responds, as if it’s obvious.

Eda feels a frown tug at her lips, “The sun isn’t even up yet.”

The kid just shrugs a little lamely, and Eda feels a twinge of concern in her chest. (And ugh, feeling concerned for a guy who dangled you over the Boiling Sea is certainly weird.) If this was sleeping in for him, he couldn’t have rested more than five hours.

She steps closer, taking a second look at what he’s doing. Half the books are spread out on the floor, the other half stacked neatly back on the shelves in some kind of order.

He notices her looking, “I, uh, took the liberty of reorganizing your bookshelf. Or organizing it, since it didn’t really seem to have a system.” The kid ducks his head, the tips of his ears flushing pink. “I- I can put it back the way it was if you want, or organize them in a different way.”

That’s another thing about Hunter: he always has to be doing something. Being useful. Without direction, he crumples. It was always, What do you want me to do now, Miss Clawthorne this and I completed this task, Miss Clawthorne, what’s next that. His brain operated on a transactional level—I do this thing for you, you do this thing for me. And since Eda was housing him, he felt like he had to constantly be doing things for her. Constantly proving himself worthy to be here, repaying her. Hunter couldn’t seem to wrap his head around that she didn’t want him to do anything except stay comfortable.

Eda has thought up a hundred different little tasks for him to do in just his first four days. She’s running out of odd jobs to give him, and if she has to keep telling him what to do she’s going to start pulling out her hair.

“You’re fine, kid,” she says. “Keep doin’ what you’re doin’ if it makes ya happy. But you shouldn’t be up this early. You should at least take a nap later.”

Hunter tilts his head. “But that wouldn’t be accomplishing anything.”

“You don’t hafta be working all the time,” Eda stresses. “It’s okay to sit around and just exist once and a while. Actually, I think that should be your priority. Take a nap, relax, go cloud watching, take a walk—any or all of the above.”

“That sounds like doing nothing.”

“That’s because it is doing nothing.”

His face hardens, taking on that soldier-like seriousness that encompasses his entire demeanor. “Being lazy can’t be a priority.”

“Don’t think of it like that, then,” Eda almost snaps, wishing for a nice hot mug of apple blood. It was too damn early to deal with the repercussions of Belos’s all-work-no-play mindset. “Think of it as acting your age. Did you ever get to take naps as a kid in the Emperor’s Coven? Is relaxing just a foreign concept to you?”

He doesn’t answer, staring at her with those bagged eyes and guarded expression, and Eda throws up her hands in defeat.

She leaves then, her patience running too thin to continue arguing with him. She doubts he’ll actually go back to sleep. He probably goes back to doing whatever he was doing with that bookshelf. Eda makes a mental note to tell King to knock all the books off, just so Hunter can reorganize it later. Just for something for him to keep him occupied.

Eda doesn’t even notice the first time it happens. It was one of Luz’s friends, Gus, who pointed it out.

The kids were gathered at her home after school, spread out on the floor of the living room along with various pillows and blankets. Luz found some card game she knew buried somewhere in the piles of human trash Eda has laying around, and the girl has been spending the better part of an hour trying to explain how it works.

“So the Wild Card doesn’t make you turn into a wild animal?” Willow questions, holding up a black card with looks like a colorful pie chart on it.

“Nope!” Luz says cheerfully. “It just becomes any color you want it to be to go with the rest of your hand.”

“But the card doesn’t actually change color?” Amity asks.

“No, it only represents the color,” Luz clarifies, and Eda has to admit, her girl has a ton of patience. She’s been quietly watching from her place on the couch, half-listening to their conversation, half-reading the Isles’ latest edition of You Gossipy Witch, a tabloid where a writer is speculating about her true form. Apparently, some people think she was raised by feral, wild owls on some far away barrier island, and has come to reside in Bonesborough just because she ran out of mutant rats to eat.

Weird.

But entertaining!

Gus holds up one of his cards, “So are blank cards bad, or—"

King jumps over his shoulder, landing on the deck of cards in the middle of their little circle and making them fly everywhere. “I have taken dominion over ALL YOUR CARDS. All of you must grovel for a taste of my wealth!”

“Actually, the point of the game is to get rid of all your cards,” Luz reminds him gently. “That way, when you get down to one card, you shout Uno! And you win! If no one else makes you draw anymore, that is.”

King deflates a little, apparently put off by the idea of less is more. “Oh.” Luz smiles and pats him on the head, and he brightens up. “Okay, let’s play, because I wanna make all of you draw as many cards as possible! You'll drown in your cards! Choke on them, even!”

As they start gathering up the cards that King threw everywhere, Gus lets out a little gasp. “You guys—is Hunter asleep?”

That immediately draws Eda’s attention away from the magazine. Her eyes flicker to the blond witch, laying on his stomach just on the edge of their group. He was still having a hard time socializing, especially with Amity, but Luz was determined to include him in all friendship activities. She said wanted to teach him how to be a kid, and hell, if anyone could knock some seriousness out of that boy it would be Luz.

Hunter is indeed asleep—his face is mushed into the forearms pillowed under his head, and his red palisman has weaseled its way to nestle in between the crook of his elbow. His breath comes out in soft little sighs, and Eda feels something in her melt.

“Awwww, he looks so peaceful,” Luz croons, mushing her palms against her cheeks. Amity’s already scooched past her, snapping photos on her scroll. Eda can’t blame her. She knows a good blackmail opportunity when she sees one.

Eda’s off the couch and catches King mid-pounce. “Whoa there, none of that buddy.”

“But Edaaaa,” the demon whines, his little arms and legs flailing in mid-air. “I have to conquer him when he least expects it!”

“Ehhh, let the kid sleep. Save your conquests for when he’s awake and can put up a fight.” Eda sets him down in his place in the circle, and the kids all glance at each other before turning back to the cards.

She notices that they’re more mindful to keep their tones softer, probably to not disturb the sleeping boy. And when Hunter wakes himself up about half an hour later, they don’t mention it, seamlessly integrating him back into their game.

The second time it happens, Raine is walking Eda home. It’s early in the evening, and the pair just got done with a fabulous date—a picnic with apple blood and sweet (and stolen) baked goods? Titan, take Eda now, she’s found her perfect match.

She’s still riding that high, not noticing Raine stopping until they tug on their clasped hands. “Hey, who’s that? Is he okay?”

Eda follows where they’re pointing their finger. It’s Hunter, slumped against the base of an oak tree, fast asleep. His chin is tipped forward and a book open on his chest, and even more strangely, there’s a small pile of leaves on his lap.

“Oh, that’s just my—” Eda stops herself, the word catching in her throat. Hunter was a child in her care, yes, but he wasn’t quite her kid. Not like Luz or King. The blond witch was still too jumpy, baring his teeth and snarling at anything that tried to get close to him.

He calls her Miss Clawthorne, for Titan’s sake.

“—Hunter,” Eda finishes lamely.

Raine raises an eyebrow. “Your Hunter?”

“He’s uhhh, one of Luz’s friends who just so happens to be living with us. Not a big thing.”

Raine shoots her a deadpan look but strides forward anyway, kneeling next to the sleeping blond. They keep their voice to a low murmur, “Should we wake him? That can’t be comfortable for his neck. He’ll probably be sore later.”

“Eh, let him rest. This is more sleep than he usually gets.” Eda steps closer, kneeling down on his other side. It’s the side that has his scar, the slightly raised red tissue standing out even more so than usual now that he wasn’t constantly moving. She’s almost asked him how he got it, but he’s clearly sensitive about the subject. She’s seen the similar marks on his arms, and something tells her there are a whole lot more scars that he’s hiding.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who gave them to him.

Still, it’s hard to ignore just how young he looks. When he’s stripped of all of his snappy comebacks, quick defenses, and that guarded demeanor Belos forced onto him, he’s reduced to exactly what he should be:

A kid.

“Oh!” Raine startles in surprise. Eda looks up to see the cardinal palisman fluttering down from above them, carrying a few leaves in its beak. It hops down onto Hunter’s lap and deposits the leaves in the little growing pile on his leg.

A smile worms its way onto Eda’s face. She runs a finger across the little bird’s head, “Trying to keep him warm, huh?” The bird lets out a trilling note of confirmation. She lets the bird be, turning back to Raine, “I think Rascal’s got this covered. If he hasn’t come in before nightfall I’ll come out and get ‘em.”

The bard casts one last glance down at the sleeping boy before they stand. “Y’know, he kind of reminds me of someone.”

“Oh yeah?” Eda weaves her arm through Raine’s as the pair reassumes their walk.

“Yeah,” Raine hums. “He kind of has the same build as someone I met when I was held hostage in the Emperor’s palace. The Golden Guard. Did you hear that he ran away from the palace? There've been rumors that the Emperor himself is tearing apart the Right Arm looking for him.”

“Uh, about that...”

Raine stops, turning to look at her square in the face. Eda gives them a sheepish, toothy grin.

“Oh my god,” Raine says. “You adopted the Golden Guard?”

“Hey now, adopted is a very strong word—”

The bard cuts her off with a delighted laugh. “How am I not surprised?” Eda feels heat rise to her face, but can’t help but return Raine’s infectious smile. “Only you, Eda. Only you.”

The third time it happens, Eda’s passing through the upstairs hallway, intent on curling up into her nest for an afternoon nap of her own. She hears a shuffling noise as she passes by the glorified storage closet that they gave Hunter as a room, and can’t resist a peek inside.

What she finds is definitely…not what she was expecting. Hunter is laying flat on his back on the floor, his feet elevated on the little cot they’d given him. Yeesh, that couldn’t be comfortable. Soft snores woosh past his open lips, his face turned toward a crystal ball that’s playing some cartoon he must have been watching before he fell asleep.

His body is nearly covered in stuffed animals.

“King,” Eda hisses. The horned perpetrator is in the middle of dumping his entire army onto the blond witch’s chest, pinning down his arms with plushies. “What did I tell you about burying people alive?”

The demon pauses from where he’s been slowly arranging his army over Hunter’s sleeping form. “He’s got plenty of room to breathe! I didn’t cover his face,” King protests. “Can’t subjugate someone who’s dead.”

“No subjugating—” your brother, she almost says, “—Hunter.”

King squints at her, but then grumbles and starts slowly taking the stuffed animals off the boy’s body. Crisis averted, Eda slips back out into the hall, mind swirling. That was the second time she’d almost referred to Hunter as hers in passing. The feeling is too raw to speak out loud yet, but there’s a growing warmth in her as she watches Hunter acclimate to his surroundings in the Owl House. With every day that goes by, he’s more comfortable around her, around Luz and King and Hooty, and he’s starting to come out of his shell. He’s growing softer, less quick to snarl, becoming more Hunter and less Golden Guard.

Unconsciously, Eda’s started viewing him as part of their little family. Two weeks ago, that thought would have made her uncomfortable. Now, she welcomes it with open arms.

Ugh, she’s getting so soft.

The fourth time it happens is when Eda’s flying home from visiting Lilith. She’s only been gone for the day, and is hoping that leaving Luz in charge hasn’t led to any freak fires, the resurrection of the dead, or other various natural disasters. Unfortunately, even her most responsible kid is pretty reckless, so Eda’s expectations are set pretty low.

It’s probably sometime around 2 a.m. when she makes it home sweet home. She swoops in close, intent on landing on the front door but stilling mid-air when she sees something on the roof of the tower. Even from up here, it’s not hard to distinguish the form of a looming body.

Eda’s heart leaps into her throat and she takes Owlbert down into a dive. Her body is tense when she lands, her staff already aimed toward the person lurking by the edge of the roof. “Alright listen bucko, you better step back or—wait.” She sees what looks like a lump of feathers sitting on top of the person’s head, and Eda squints in the darkness. She quickly pulls out a light glyph, sending the tiny ball of sun forward.

“Hunter?!” Eda’s tense posture relaxes. The kid doesn’t answer, and it takes her a beat to figure out why. He’s dead asleep, slumped precariously over the telescope they use for stargazing. Eda has no idea how he’s even standing at all. Kid probably had a ton of practice of falling asleep on his feet during long, boring meetings with the Emperor.

“Wakey, wakey.” She places her hand on his shoulder, gently, but he wakes up with a full-body jerk, startling the palisman on top of his head. The cardinal chirps once in irritation, fluttering to rest on Eda’s shoulder instead.

Hunter’s eyes are wild for a moment until he seems to register where he is and who he’s with. He relaxes then, letting out a yawn so huge it would put any lion to shame. “…Eda?”

“The one and only,” Eda says, ignoring how her heart squeezes at the kid finally calling her by her name. “Wanna tell me why you’re up here in the middle of the night?”

“Waitin’ for you,” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep. His eyelids drop and he sways dangerously on his feet. “Wanted to… t’make sure y’got home safe.”

The warmth in her chest expands and eclipses her entire body in that fuzzy feeling she gets whenever one of her kids does something particularly adorable. Thank Titan it’s dark and Hunter is too out of it to notice the smile that spreads across her face. If he was fully awake, Eda gets the feeling that A) he probably never would have admitted that he was worried about her, and B) would have snapped at her for smiling at him like that. “Well, I’m home now, so let’s get you to bed before you topple over.”

Eda wraps her arm around his waist and nudges him along, practically carrying him back downstairs, their palismen following close behind. She doesn’t mind. Someone had to make sure he didn’t fall off the roof.

“Night, kid,” she says, tucking him under the blankets on his cot. Hunter doesn’t respond, already having slipped back into unconsciousness. And if she brushes his bangs tenderly out of his face, no one ever has to be the wiser.

The fifth time it happens, Eda’s gotten used to it. It's not that Hunter doesn’t sleep, she’s come to realize. He just falls asleep in weird places. Why, she has no idea, but honestly, the kid looked so tired all the time, she wasn’t going to question it. They had bigger things to worry about.

The Day of Unity is just around the corner, and Belos has become more irritating than ever.

Eda hadn’t even thought that was possible for him, but apparently, it was. The scouts around Bonesborough have tripled, their captains leading more and more raids, butting into shops to check everyone’s papers, and invading random districts.

Oddly, Belos’s priorities seem to have shifted. He’s still sending out grunts to round up any wild witches, but the guards have been playing a weird sort of hide-and-seek, going beyond just patrolling the marketplaces to actually tearing into people’s homes. From what she’s heard, the guards never take anything, just searching the place top-to-bottom before leaving empty-handed and moving on to the next house.

Belos was looking for something.

And unfortunately, Eda’s got a pretty good idea of what he’s after.

Said thing just so happens to be slumped across from her at the kitchen table, dead to the world. It’s late into the night, and most of the kids have already gone to sleep. Too on edge to lie down, Eda’s been keeping herself busy by concocting more potions while the late-night news plays on her crystal ball in the background.

Hunter, striving to be helpful, volunteered to stay up and help.

It wasn’t long before the kid slowly started to nod off, face supported by his palm as his eyelids started to droop. He’d been in the middle of mixing two ingredients—highly flammable ingredients, mind you—and Eda plucked the vials out of his lax grip just in time. Honestly, it was a miracle the kid never killed himself in the Emperor’s Coven with how randomly he falls asleep.

He probably never got the chance to sleep at all, a voice reminds her. She remembers how dead-exhausted Lily was during her first few days at the Owl House. It was probably safe to assume that the Emperor had a habit of running the head of his Coven into the ground.

Hunter has been picking up on Belos’s tightening grip, too. He’s been getting quieter, more reserved. He’s come to the same conclusion that Eda has: the Emperor was tearing apart the whole of the Isles to get him back.

Why, though, is anyone’s guess. Hunter has long since explained that his uncle always said that the Titan had big plans for him, and it probably has something to do with the Day of Unity, but beyond that, the Emperor had always kept him in the dark. Luz has a crazy theory involving clones and blood magic, but that sounds like it’s a plot point straight out of one of her Azura books. King thinks Belos wants his artificial staff back, and Hooty predicts the Emperor is just sad because all his Coven leaders are leaving him to join Hooty’s superior best friends club.

Whatever the reason, Eda’s made it pretty clear that she’s not gonna bend to Belos’s intimidation tactics and turn him over. That smarmy gold jerk could set the whole Isles on fire and Eda still wouldn’t hand him over. Hunter’s part of the Bad Girl’s Coven now, and Belos can just suck it. And she’s not afraid to say that to his stupid face, either.

So when the cauldron at the end of the table that holds the scrying potion suddenly begins bubbling on its own, Eda may very well get her chance.

She’s up on her feet in an instant, dashing to the other end of the table just as the steam rising off the potion begins to warp into a familiar figure.

“Edalyn,” Belos greets, his voice sharp like a dagger. “I do hope I’m not interrupting your evening, but I needed a word with you.”

Ugh, scrying potions weren’t supposed to work both ways! Belos was too damn powerful. He could probably peer into their lives as much as they could peer into his.

“Sorry, but now’s a bad time,” Eda shoots back. “Why don’t you hang up and call back literally never?”

“It’s come to my attention that you have something of mine,” the masked man continues smoothly as if she hadn’t spoken. “I’d ever so appreciate it if you gave it back.”

Eda’s lip curls back, feeling the itch of feathers poking out of her joints. She wants to shift into her harpy form and leap through the potion to claw out his eyes. “Sorry, Belos,” she says, dripping smug bravado, “We wild witches operate solely under the laws of finders keepers. Your kid? Mine now.”

Eda expects that the Emperor would very much like to vaporize her. “Make your threats wisely, Owl Lady. You have no idea what you’re up against. Everything will be easier for you and your little friends if you just hand the boy back over to me.”

“Fat chance.” Eda throws back her shoulders and shoots him a sharp grin. “Sounds to me like you’re threatening one of my kids, and we weirdos stick together. Going after one of us is basically asking for all of us to bring you down. Remember how well that went last time? How my human cracked your mask and publicly humiliated you during your big let’s-turn-Eda-to-stone ceremony?”

The Emperor looks as though he has some choice words to say, but Eda doesn’t care. Hunter is her kid now. She glowers at him through that mist, voice lowering in with deadly promise. “You’ll have to drag him back to your Coven over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged,” sneers Belos.

“Try me, antler boy.” Then Eda whacks the cauldron and sends it tipping over the edge of the table. The connection is immediately severed as the potion goes splattering over the hardwood, and the resounding CLANG of the bowl makes Hunter shoot violently out of sleep.

“Huh?! Whassit—Eda? What happened? Are you alright?”

“Fine, kid,” she says, swallowing down the rage that’s still bubbling hot in her throat. “’S alright, just got a little clumsy and knocked over a cauldron. Sorry for waking you.”

“Sorry for falling asleep,” Hunter responds. He grabs a towel and hurries to clean up the oozing purple goo.

Eda waves him off, “Eh, I don’t mind. You kids need your rest. Growing bodies and all that.”

Hunter still hesitates, looking at her for a beat too long as if double-checking to make sure she wasn’t really upset. Eda holds back a sigh, a twinge of pity flickering through her that he’d even have to look at her like that in the first place. All the damage from Belos couldn’t be wrapped up in a month, she supposed.

She snatches up the cauldron, still dripping with the ruined potion. Peachy. She’ll have to call Lilith to get her scrying potion recipe. Though maybe not having this in the house was a good idea. Eda doesn’t want to risk His Royal Highness dropping in on any more unexpected house calls.

“Eda?”

She looks up at Hunter. The kid chewing on his bottom lip, wringing the half-soiled towel between scarred hands.

“I just…I wanted to say thank you,” Hunter says shyly. “I know having me here hasn’t exactly been easy—not only because of the fugitive thing, but because I’m…” He flounders for a moment, and Eda can only pretend to know what’s going through his mind right now. “…me,” he finishes finally. “You’ve been so kind and patient with me, it’s so much more than I deserve, and no matter what happens next—”

“Hey, no.” Eda cuts him off with a swift and gentle beratement. She sets the cauldron on the table and crowds closer to him, curling one hand around his cheek. The kid automatically leans into the touch, and Eda can’t help but wonder how Belos could have ever hurt a child who was as sweet as this one.

“You may be one bratty little shit, but you’re my bratty little shit. And Mama says you deserve all the smothering that comes with being a child of the Owl Lady.”

Then, to prove her point, she swoops down and quickly places feather-light kisses on the tip of his nose, forehead, and his scar, until Hunter squawks and shoves her away. He’s practically glowing, flushed all the way to the tips of his ears.

“Gross,” he snaps, rubbing furiously at his face. “I’m never helping you with your potions ever again.”

“I’ll accept your terms. Now get upstairs, it’s way past your bedtime.”

“I don’t have a bedtime, I’m not a baby.” Hunter sticks out his tongue but obeys, slipping out of the kitchen and disappearing into the rest of the house. Eda shakes her head as she watches him go.

Kids. What could ya do with ‘em?

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apixrl · 3 years

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MORNING CUDDLES.

eijirou kirishima x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 2.8k

note(s): eiji and his partner call each other love 25/8 and no u cannot tell me otherwise >:(

italian translation - translator !!

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.

Your hand snuck its way out from under the duvet, blindly searching for your phone in order to shut off the nuisance that was your alarm. Once you did, you slowly let your eyes drift open and meet the blank canvas of the ceiling above.

The sun was peeking through the blinds off to the left side, causing streaks of light to form on your bedroom walls and bed itself. None of them obstructed your vision luckily, there was nothing worse than lying in bed only to have the sun blind you. A light snore interrupted your tiredness and caused your eyes to open wider, directing them off to the right to meet that of your boyfriend, Eijirou.

As per usual, he looked at peace during his state of slumber. His mouth hung slightly open to reveal his iconic sharpened teeth as snores broke through them. His usual gelled up hair was now ironed down to structure his face and practically conceal it with the amount there. It swept over one of his eyes - though didn't stop the scar on his right one peeking through. The rest of his hair was mushed up between his cheek and the pillow his head lay on.

You smiled at the sight, losing yourself in his handsomeness for a moment before leaning forwards to peck his forehead softly. You then pulled back the covers on your side, making an effort (reluctantly) to sit yourself up and swing your legs over the end of the bed. Just as you were about to find the means to stand, something tugged you back causing you to gasp. It was only when Eijirou's voice hit your ear that you processed what happened.

"Morning," The redhead let out, voice hoarse and deeper than usual to signal the classic case of morning croak, something you always loved to hear first thing. An arm snaked around your front to pull you back against Eijirou's abdomen. With a little smile, you turned your face to the love of your life, who was tiredly gazing at you.

"Good morning," You faintly sang. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mhhm," Eijirou replied, using his spare hand to reach up and rub his waking eyes at the same time as he released a mighty yawn. "You?"

"Like a baby," Was your answer as Eijirou allowed his hand to gently graze your forearm affectionately. You hummed softly, not wanting to move one bit from the comfort. If anything, you would have liked to have remained under his touch the entire day. Something about his subtle physical signs of adoration brought you head over heels for him, even more so than you already were. But you knew it couldn't last forever. So after a minute of sweet quiet, you proceeded to shift forwards to try and get up. Only to find the grip on you tighten and a disgruntled noise of protest to leave Eijirou's throat.

"Love, I gotta get up," You spoke and turned back to him with a sigh. "I've got that meeting at 10, remember?"

"No," Was the only thing you received back from your partner. Eijirou looked up gently into your E/C eyes. "Five more minutes?"

At first, you went to say a flat no, mainly because you'd expected him to act like this despite knowing full well you were going out. But you eventually concluded on a compromise to try and be smart about it. Fingers playing with the sheets of your bed, you spoke up once more.

"How about you let me go grab us a hot drink and then five more minutes?" It seemed to do the trick. Eijirou paused in thought before gently mumbling an 'okay', the grip on you loosening to give you the freedom to stand up. Once you stood upright you looked back to Eijirou, who was following your every move through tired red eyes.

"I'll come back in sec okay?"

"You better,"

This clingy side to Eijirou usually came out on the first day or two of him having time off work. Since he was a Pro-Hero he could sometimes be working days on end without a break, so moments like this the pair of you really treasured to maintain a healthy relationship. You smiled during your trip to the kitchen, his touch still on your mind as you started to prepare yourself a steaming F/H/D and a simple black coffee for Eijirou.

On your way back to the bedroom you made a pit stop to go to the toilet and somewhat freshen yourself up. All you did was brush your hair and wash your face (you planned to do make-up later) and then you were heading back to Eijirou. You opened the door with your foot since both hands were occupied by mugs.

"I told you I wasn't going to be long,"

"It was too long," His voice came from the bundle of covers, a head poking out from under as you saw a flash of a toothy grin. It was more tired than usual but still held the same passion nonetheless.

"Somebody's impatient,"

"Whatever. Now let me use you as a pillow," Eijirou uttered, waiting for you to put the drinks down and to get into bed. Pulling back the cream covers of your shared bed you were soon engulfed by arms as a head found refuge on your chest.

"Happy?" You said with a laugh. Eijirou nodded and let his eyes close, listening to the sound of your heartbeat against his cheek with a soft grin. He then felt himself get even more at home when your fingertips guided themselves to play with the ends of his hair.

"Yes,"

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"Come on, Eijirou... I need to go get ready," You whined, rolling your eyes at the silence you received back. Only the soft and light pecks of kisses landing on your shoulder blade signalled Eijirou's distraction, almost pretending to be deaf for his own personal benefit. You rolled back in order to make him stop, looking up at Eijirou in protest. At first, he sent you a nearly offended gaze at daring to make such a movement, claiming he wasn't finished and had intentions of carrying on. Though slowly his jaw altered to a pout, reaching to tuck some hair behind your ear.

"Do you have to go?" Eijirou mumbled and leaned down to peck your lips.

"Yes, I do," You answered.

"Can't you just call in sick or something?"

"I already did that three weeks ago... so probably not,"

"Please?"

"I said I can't. Now get up, lazy bones,"

You went to get up once more, this time forcing yourself through the gripping fingers and hands of Eijirou to escape the bed. When you came out successful you released a small laugh of triumph much to Eijirou's dismay. It was there you walked to your closet and took the clothes hanging over the door on a clothing hanger, looking back at Eijirou whose face had now emerged further from under the covers to watch you.

"Is it even an important meeting, love?" Eijirou said, eyes following as you shuffled back to the bed and put the clothes at the bottom. You released a sigh as you turned to put the clothing hanger back in the closet, not aware of the cheap move Eijirou made when you weren't looking and instead answered his question.

"Not really? But because I missed the last one - no thanks to you, I think it'd be better I should get to this one," Wandering back to the bed, slipping off the shirt you'd stolen off Eijirou the night before as you did, Eijirou rolled his eyes and undermined your words.

"So... miss this one and go to the next,"

"As I recall you said that last time and promised you wouldn't say it when it occurred again... but here we are," There was a little smirk on your face when you caught him rolling his eyes, and in response, you playfully tossed the shirt you'd had on at the redhead. Eijirou snickered and managed to catch it before it hit his face, going to crumple it into a ball and place it next to him.

"You throw like a girl,"

"And you scream like one, doofus,"

"I'm not a doofus... doofus,"

Eijirou couldn't help but smirk in amusement at you, his face lighting up all the more into a bright beam when he heard a laugh release on your part. You were just finishing buttoning up your collar shirt as Eijirou watched, arms crossing over his chest. He cocked his head back against the headrest as well as to the side in thought.

"I ever tell you that you look good in shirts like that?" The redhead stated, receiving a glare that had formed on your face.

"Don't you get any ideas,"

"Wasn't suggesting any, just stating the obvious," He raised his arms in defence as you sat down on the bed by his legs, reaching for the blazer.

"That's also something you said last time and look what happened there - wait where's my...?" You were one sleeve through your blazer when you noticed that one of your pieces of clothing was missing. The navy blue pencil skirt that matched your top half to be more specific. You looked behind and around you, and also to the closet thinking you forgot to grab it with everything else, proceeding to frown in thought.

You swore you hung it up there and -

With a heavy exhale, you felt your body twist around and turn to a particularly quiet Eijirou sitting behind you.

His expression read it all like he was trying to be both obvious and mysterious all in one go in order to get you to question him. It most definitely worked, a hand meeting your hip as you stood upright and quirked a quizzical brow.

"Eiji?"

"Hm? What is it, dearest?"

"Can I have my skirt back please?"

"What do you mean? I don't have your skirt," His growing smirk and amusement in his eyes betrayed his words, refusing to make eye contact with you in a playful manner you'd seen countless times before.

"Okay, so where is it then?"

"I don't know," He innocently shrugged. "Maybe the skirt fairy came and took it,"

"The skirt fairy," You repeated, disbelief laced in your voice.

"Yep," He said through a laugh. "I don't know what to tell you, love. There can't be any other explanation,"

"Just give me back my skirt before I get behind on time,"

"I don't have it,"

"Yes, you do,"

"No, I don't,"

"Don't make me jump you, bitch,"

"I honestly wouldn't com- oof!"

Before Eijirou could finish his sentence, he only just managed to catch you when you pounced at him without remorse. Luckily he just managed to protect himself and readjusted your intended position, victoriously smirking up at you and pointing a finger.

"Hah! Not this time!"

"I hate you sometimes,"

"No, you don't. You love me,"

"I swear to god -," You let out, arms crossing over your chest. Eijirou had sat you on top of him, legs on either side of him as he remained under the covers. "Can I please just have my skirt back?"

"You mean the one that's under the sheets by my feet?" He blankly stated, letting his hands rest themselves on your hips quite comfortably. He couldn't help but laugh at your less than amused expression.

"Why can't you just let me get ready?"

"I'm not stopping you... I'm just making it more difficult,"

"Educate me on how?"

"Well the only way to get your skirt is to get back into bed... and if you get back into bed I'm not letting you get back out,"

"You're really being this persistent, hm?"

"Maybe a little more than intended,"

You hopelessly sighed, looking at the ceiling with a mental cry of both impatience and leisure. The inner want to go to your wardrobe and pull out a fresh skirt was the easy way out, yes, but the temptation of the game Eijirou intended to play was getting to you more than expected. That and you knew he wouldn't let you simply get off him, the grip on your waist not only implying endearing affection.

Eijirou raised his voice, reeling you back to his attention. Despite your annoyance, you did make an effort to admire his features. From his loose hair to his fixed jawline where the tint of a smirk riddled with confidence rested. The pretty glow in his carmine gaze drew you in each time without a fault. He was so undeniably attractive, no doubt about it.

"You know what sounds fun?"

"What?" Partly having a sense of what was to leave his lips.

"If you...," He paused as he subtly cocked his head at you. "Stayed in bed and cuddled with me all morning," Another pause. "Because I haven't seen you in four or five days and I miss you,"

"But we watched a movie and spent some time together last night knowing I was going out today,"

"Yeah but... you're cute on a morning,"

"Opposed to other times when I'm not?" It was Eijirou's turn to send you a little glare in protest before he returned to his pleading nature.

"You're cute all the time,"

Yet another few seconds of quiet.

"Just - stay with me today? And do your meeting-thingy tomorrow?"

"You, Eijirou Kirishima, are going to be the death of me," Leaning down to rest your forehead on Eijirou's shoulder whilst releasing a long groan from the back of your throat. Maybe not so great of an idea since that allowed him to wrap you right into his grasp, you held yourself there briefly as he allowed his fingertips to mess with your hair.

"Probably," Eijirou mumbled softly, tilting his head against yours as he once again let his touch wander. The unexpected cuddle definitely didn't go unnoticed as you pondered in your position, practically ready to fall asleep when Eijirou started to rub up and down your back. Like a moth to a flame, he had you wrapped around his finger, knowing that in the end, he was always going to get his own way. Of course, in other circumstances, he'd usually let you win. But not when it came to morning cuddles.

Definitely not when it came to morning cuddles.

As if waiting for you to talk, Eijirou stared into your strands of H/C hair whilst inhaling the scent of coconut from the shampoo you used the evening prior. He expectantly caressed your hip, his final attempt to win you over confidently coming to a climax at the word that exited your mouth.

"Fine,"

You could practically feel the smirk against the back of your head as Eijirou's touch became all the more prominent and rewarding. He let one of his arms extend out to grab your phone, handing it over to you as you hesitantly sat up with a hotness to your cheeks and found the contact of your workplace.

Eijirou simply watched you the whole time, taking you all in like he was casting gaze upon you for the first time. No matter how many times that happened, he still managed to find you all the more beautiful. He ran a hand through his flattened hair and exhaled merrily as he let your voice sink into his ears, watching the smile on your face grow as you caught him looking.

"Yeah - Again, I'm really sorry I can't make it, Eijirou caught something whilst working and he's bound to the bed cause' of it," You held up crossed fingers in hopes you wouldn't sound like you were lying, glancing at your boyfriend who appeared to chuckle.

And yet again your lie went unnoticed. The call was over in seconds, tossing your phone to the empty side of the bed.

"Why'd you say I was sick?"

"Because if I said it was me they'd probably ask about the last time you forced me to stay off, and how often I'm apparently unwell,"

"Right,"

"But, it looks like you got your way," You said, going to change out the white shirt to put your pyjama shirt back on, placing the work clothes to the bottom of the bed as Eijirou waited patiently.

"Come," Was all he said once you looked back at him, opening his arms for you to sink into. Which you did, reaching that comfortable position within his grasp as though you belonged there. Except this time, Eijirou directed your face towards his, pulling your lips to his in one smooth addicting manner that you felt butterflies in your stomach for.

In the meantime your drinks were disregarded as the clock ticked on, the pair of you forgetting their presence on the bedside table. The steam soon dissipated to nothing the cooler the fluids got.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you,"

He could sense the smile that formed on your lips.

"I love you too,"

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yelena-bellova · 4 years

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Don’t Be Afraid: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader - Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Six: Little Damerons

Series Masterlist

Plot: Poe and Y/n take a trip for Poe’s birthday.

Warnings: extreme fluff, so much fluff, chocolate dipped cotton candy with sprinkles kind of fluff

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: Life has been kicking my ass these past few weeks so writing has been on the back burner. It’s still insane but I found time to finish this one. It felt like the series deserved a nice piece of fluff consider it’s so intense 😂 Please forgive any typos, I’m lazy and tired and my brain is basically mush right now...

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The first sound I heard upon waking up made me smile before I’d even opened my eyes. Bee’s beeps and squeals were moving around the room at a frantic pace.

“Thank you, Bee,” I groaned, “I got it from here.”  As it was every morning, Poe’s arms were locked tightly around my waist. It was of great difficulty turning myself around so I could face him. He hadn’t moved a muscle through Bee’s wake-up call and didn’t show any sign of changing that. I rolled over onto his torso and finally got a groggy moan out of him.

“Good morning, birthday boy,” I greeted him in a singsong tone, propping my chin up on his chest.

Poe rubbed a hand over his face and opened his bleary eyes, focusing them on me. “What if the birthday boy wanted to sleep?”

“As willing as I am to grant any and all wishes today, that one is a no-go,” I replied sweetly, tapping him on the nose lightly, “We’ve gotta haul ass if we’re going to make the most of a rare day off.”

I began to roll towards the edge of the bed but was apprehended. Poe pulled me back into his arms and maneuvered me to straddle him in one smooth motion. His hands found their way up his shirt I was wearing and rubbed circles into my back, sending a shiver through my body.  “I’ve actually got other plans for our asses at the moment,” he said, his gruff morning voice and suggestively raised brow making it nearly impossible to deny him, “Ten minutes tops.”

“You and I both know neither of us does ‘ten minutes tops’, Dameron,” I said, trying my best to ignore his hands wandering south and failing as a soft moan escaped me. “But I did say I was granting wishes today.”  Poe lazily smiled up at me as I slid my hands up his smooth chest and lowered my lips to his. He took me by surprise and flipped me over so I was trapped underneath him, the two us laughing into the kisses that followed…

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A significant amount of time more than ten minutes later, Poe and I were far from Ajan Kloss in the cockpit of his new X-Wing. Ever since we’d planned where to spend his birthday, I’d been dreading the destination we were fast approaching. But there was no chance of me ruining the day with ghosts from the past.

“Coming out of hyperspace,” Poe reported as he performed the action, bringing us face to face with the planet. A shiver of panic ran through me as my blood ran cold. The blue waters only reminded me of blue blades clashing in a fit of desperation and rage. “You sure you’re okay with this?”  “Yeah,” I said firmly, trying to feel as confidant as I sounded, “I’ll be fine, there’s no way I’d miss this.”  Poe hummed in disbelief but kept us on course, steering us towards a greener portion of the menacing planet. I tried to center myself, I wanted to be fully in the moment for the day. It was too important to Poe and I’d been looking forward to it ever since we’d started dating. Anxiety ran through me again as we flew above the greenery, memories of wandering aimlessly above trees flooding my mind. As we got closer to our destination though, my stress began to lessen as the excitement set in.

Eventually, we were landing in a large clearing of land near a small house. I was the first to pop out of the cockpit and make it down the ladder with Poe following close behind. Our feet had barely touched the ground before a figure emerged out the front door of the house and made a gentle sprint towards us. Poe left my side to jog over to meet him, the two of them embracing upon collision and laughing joyfully. I watched from a distance, beaming as I watched the reunion between father and son.

Poe kept an arm on Kes as he gestured for me to come join them, “Dad, this is Y/n.”  Kes Dameron was, I had a feeling, the spitting image of Poe in thirty years. They could have passed for brothers with a significant age difference. As soon as I made it over, I was pulled into a warm hug. “I can’t tell you how glad I am to finally meet you, Y/n,” he said over my shoulder, “I’ve heard so much about you.”  “You as well,” I returned as we pulled back to get a look at each other, “Poe’s told me such wonderful things about you.”  “However many times he’s brought me up, I can promise you,” Kes said, his eyes flicking to his son briefly, “It’s nothing close to the number of times I’ve heard about the captivating Y/n Solo.”  I smirked and turned around to face a very pink cheeked Poe, “Captivating, huh?”  He stammered, “I mean, I may have used it once…”

Kes’ chest rumbled with laughter as he patted my back, “Come inside and I promise to embarrass him some more.”

He pulled me under one arm and his son under the other and we made our way into the Dameron homestead. It seemed that I stood to finally leave Yavin 4 with some pleasant memories…

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We’d spent our day catching Kes up on our lives, it had been a while since Poe had last visited so there was a lot to fill him in on. The former comrade of my family gave me his sincerest condolences over the losses of Dad and Uncle Luke. It was so strange to think of my family and Poe’s having known each other, like there’d been a decades old string connecting the two of us together. Kes regaled us with stories from his days as a soldier and we told him a few of ours. I shared more than Poe, it was clear he didn’t want to worry his father too much with his particular brand of reckless. Kes eventually caught the lightsaber hooked to my belt and asked about my training.   “Before you leave, you have to go out to the backyard,” he said, “Your uncle gifted us with a Force after the war, someone like you needs to experience it.”  Once the skies darkened and we sat around the dinner table, Kes made good on his promise to embarrass my loving boyfriend.  “So Shara and I come running into the backyard and there he is,” Kes slapped his son’s shoulder, “Cockpit closed, lifting the damn ship into the air!”  I had my napkin covering my mouth as I laughed uncontrollably, the image of Poe as a child giving his parents a heart attack was completely believable. “Had he ever been up before?”  “Only with Shara and she never let him touch the controls,” Kes replied with a laugh, “He’d watched her enough times to know how to get it off the ground.”  Poe was a sport about each story from his early years, defending himself occasionally, though very few of them left him with an opportunity to do so. He’d been just as much trouble as a kid as he was now.

“I wish I could say I’m surprised,” I chuckled, “My dad never let me touch a thing on the Falcon until I was thirteen. And I didn’t fly her on my own for much longer.”  “Keep up, Solo,” Poe teased from across the table, “Some of us are doers.”  I smiled and shook my head at him, “I think you broke enough rules for the both of us in your younger days.”  “You calling me old?” Poe asked with a palm thrown over his heart in mock pain.  “Are you calling thirty three young?” I quipped back, swirling my wine in its glass, “I saw a couple gray hairs the other morning I didn’t tell you about.”

Poe’s cocky expression faltered briefly as his eyes widened before returning to normal, “You’re lying.”  Kes and I caught each other’s eye and shared a sly smile, both choosing to take a sip of our alcohol and leave Poe in suspicion. His confident exterior was broken by the tentative hand that ran through his jet black curls.

I’d convinced the two Dameron men to let me clean up after dinner so that they could spend some uninterrupted time together. They didn’t get to talk as much as either of them wished, that was a reality of war. Some went months without speaking to their loved ones. I felt unbelievably lucky that my mother was only a few minutes away at any given time of the day.

As I’d finished, Kes and Poe entered the kitchen. Seeing them side by side, it truly was astonishing how similar they looked.

“I think I’m going to head to bed and let you two have some time to yourself,” Kes announced, patting Poe on the back before making his way over to me, “I’ll be up early tomorrow so I can see you off.”

He wrapped me in a fatherly hug and I sunk into it, I couldn’t remember someone as quick to welcome me into their life as Kes Dameron. In a single day he had practically initiated me into the family as one of his own. Though nothing could ever replace the holes left by the fathers I’d lost, it was comforting to be around a dad again.

We bid our goodnights and with Bee charging in our room, it was just Poe and I left. He slung an arm around my neck and I laced my fingers with his as we walked back to the living room.

“So have you had a good birthday?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

Poe laughed under his breath, “Are you kidding? This whole day has been perfect. And Dad loves you…”  “I love him,” I replied as we made our way to the sofa, “But I feel bad for him.”  “What do you mean?”  “Judging from his stories, the poor man has spent every day worrying about you since you were in diapers,” I answered as Poe fell back on the couch, keeping our hands locked.

“Every parent worries,” Poe stated plainly, “Are you saying you never worried Leia and your dad as a kid?”  “I didn’t pull half the shit that you did,” I chuckled, “I hope that particular Dameron gene doesn’t carry over to our kids.”  As soon as the words had left me, I wished I could have retracted them. Poe’s eyes eyebrows lifted in surprise as he gripped my hand. “Our whats?”  “Our…nothings,” I scrambled for a sufficient denial, “I said nothing.”

“No, you said-“  “No I didn’t,” I faked a yawn and attempted to pull my hand away, “It’s late and we have to leave early so we should get to bed.”

Poe tugged me by the hand so that I had no choice but to land next to him on the couch, “Oh no, I want to hear about these kids we’re having.”   My cheeks felt red hot to the touch as I rubbed my free hand over them and groaned. While I’d thought of mine and Poe’s future in daydreams, we’d never actually talked about it. Why should we? We’d only been together for five months. Even if we’d practically been a couple before that, it felt like a conversation for further down the line.  “It’s nothing, really.”  Poe pulled me closer and wrapped an arm around me, I settled against his chest and prayed that he let the subject go. “Well, if it’s nothing then it shouldn’t be so hard to talk about.”  “I just think about what our lives might look like after the war sometimes,” I explained timidly, fiddling with a loose thread on the sweater I wore, “We could retire somewhere like here, build a house…”  “Sounds nice," Poe said, “We’re married in this scenario, right?”

I looked up at him and caught the mischievous gleam in his eye, “I don’t know, are we?”  Poe shut his eyes and nodded, “Oh, definitely.”

“Alright,” I smiled, trying to hide my glee at the thought, “We’re married, living in our house on a planet we’ll decide on later and the war is over.”

“Sounds perfect,” he replied, rubbing his thumb back and forth against my shoulder, “And our army of kids are wrecking all sorts of havoc in the backyard.”  My body shot up at his words and I stared down at him, “Who said anything about an army?”

“I think we should have at least ten,” Poe answered so straight faced that I couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not, “We could totally handle it.”

“Says the man who’s job in the child making process takes ten minutes. Who do you think’s giving birth to these ten children?” I shrieked, sending him clutching his chest and into a fit of laughter.

“Okay, fine,” he finally said after regaining his composure, “Ten’s not the magic number. But can we agree that it’s higher than two?”

I grabbed the two fingers he was holding up and settled back against his chest, “Agreed.”  “So we have an undetermined number of kids waving around lightsabers and trying to fly their old man’s X-Wing.”

“No,” I strongly objected, “No lightsabers or piloting till they’re old enough.”  “C’mon, we both know that at least one of them is going to be a Jedi considering your family. Might as well start them young.”

Of course there was no guarantee but it was safe to assume that yes, at least one of our kids would probably be Force sensitive. “Well, I hope at least one of them takes after you. I don’t think I could handle more than one little Padawan running around using the Force to throw things at their sibling’s heads.”  Poe snorted, “Knowing us, they’ll be a handful. But they’ll be great.”  “Damn right they will,” I agreed, rubbing a hand over Poe’s chest as I tried to conjure up an image of our children in my mind, “They’ll probably have your hair.”  “And your y/e/c eyes.”  “They’ll run their mouths like you.”  “But be the first to protect their family like you.”  “They’ll be reckless.”  “They’ll be stubborn,” Poe stated before inhaling deeply, “The galaxy better watch out, the Solo-Dameron-Organa-Kenobi kids will be unstoppable.”

“Okay, we’re definitely gonna have to drop a few names,” I made note of.

“I disagree, I think it conveys strength,” Poe objected, stroking a hand up and down my arm, “Hey, I’ve got a question.”  I hummed for him to continue, “How come you don’t add Kenobi to your name?”

We’d had so many conversations about my fateful visit to Ahch-To, but my family’s name was a sore spot that I hadn’t talked to him about yet. I had no way of finding out my father’s last name or if my grandmother had given my mother her last name of Kryze. Kenobi was the only name I could claim. “I thought about it but it’s not safe,” I answered quietly, “If it got out that I was the granddaughter of Obi-Wan, everyone in the galaxy would be after me even more than they already are. Believe me, I wish I could but it’s not realistic.”  

Poe squeezed me tighter on hearing my explanation, not saying a word because there was really nothing to say. Neither of us could change the fact that I was a wanted woman. Nevertheless, it killed a part of me to not be able to take pride in bearing both of my family’s names.

“So I’m guessing you’ve thought about our future too considering how many details you’ve been providing?” I asked in an attempt to lighten the mood of the conversation.

“Maybe once in a while…” he teased, “On long fights back to base or sometimes before falling asleep at night. It gives me something extra to fight for on the tough days.”  I traced the sharp outline of his jaw as I watched him speak. The thought of Poe flying his X-Wing with one of our kids on his lap or me teaching one of them how to levitate objects made my heart beat fast in excitement. But for every dream I had, there was an equal amount of doubt. I knew that the reality of our lives were that even after the war, we’d probably never have a peaceful existence. And if I shifted the focus to myself, I held my own fears about raising children.

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s even a good idea though…” I admitted, lowering my gaze, “I’ve never had any sense of normalcy in my life, I doubt I’d know how to provide it for our kids.”

“Normal is overrated, and are you kidding me? You’d be the best mom in the galaxy,” Poe said, pecking my hair softly before stroking his hand over it, “We’ll make all of it happen, might take a while but the Damerons will have their day.”  “The Damerons…” I repeated back to him, a smile spreading across my face, “I like that.”  We laid there in the quiet a while longer, soaking in the peaceful silence before our lives descended back into chaos. The one day leave for Poe’s birthday had been a gift to both of us, a 24 hour oasis in the midst of the raging storm we were caught in. We spent our days strategizing, fighting in the skies and undergoing intense training. But here we could just be…soft. We could be what we would’ve been had there been no war. I fell asleep that night on Poe’s chest, dreaming of a free galaxy and curly haired children chasing playing with BB-8 as Poe and I watched.

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Kes hadn’t exaggerated, the Force tree my uncle had gifted him and Shara was extraordinary. I didn’t even have to try to feel connected to the Force, the second I’d stepped foot in the backyard it had overwhelmed me. There wasn’t enough time for me to properly meditate underneath it, but I still used the little time I had left to center myself. I could feel the Force flowing through every part of me, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

“I’m glad you got to see it,” Kes’ voice called from behind me, “It’s something special.”  “Sure is,” I agreed, opening my eyes but still unable to turn away from it, “Is Poe done checking the ship?”

Kes came to stand next to me, admiring the tree too, “Almost, he sent me to come get you but you take all the time you want.”  “I wish I could,” I smiled sadly, finally turning to face the man, “But we can’t be late getting back to base. There’s so much going on, we’re lucky we got a full day off. Well, I don’t need to explain wartime to you…”

“Oh, I know exactly what you’re talking about. I saw my share of action during the Rebellion…” Kes paused, staring off into the distance as he relived a decades old memory. He snapped back after a few seconds, shaking his head and returning his gaze to me, “Well, I’m just glad I got to see the two of you for however long I could. I worry about both of you.”

“You worry about me?” I asked with a quirk of my lips.  Kes’ expression shifted further into its somberness, “Of course I do. I know how dangerous war is but I also know how dangerous it is to be in love during war. There wasn’t a day during the Rebellion where I wasn’t worried about losing Shara. I know both of you know that feeling well.”  I nodded, not trusting my voice at the moment. The thought of something happening to Poe was quick to make me emotional.

 “I’ve lost the love of my life, the last thing I want is for either of you to have to go through that. The two of you…You’ve got something very few people are lucky enough to find. Something that deserves to live on long after this war is over.”  There didn’t seem to be a right thing to say in response. Poe and I’s worry for one another never waned, it was like a constant white noise in both our minds. There was no guarantee of seeing the next day during war. It was a reality we lived with every day whether tucked away in base or on mission off world. How many couples were casualties of war? Too many to count, my parents having been one of them. But the belief that Poe and I wouldn’t lose each other was something I clung to each day. The future we both fought for was one where we didn’t have to worry about losing one another.

“It’s a constant fear, losing him,” I mused as I stared out at the clear sky, watching the rising sun, “But I don’t regret being with him, not for a second. He’s worth all of it.”  “I know he feels the same way,” Kes smiled softly and patted my arm, “From what Poe has told me, you’ve pulled your share of stunts.”  I swiveled back to face Kes and raised a finger, “If he’s talking about what happened above Batuu, I’d like to play up the fact that I took out eight TIE’s singlehandedly.”  The former rebel soldier cocked an eyebrow, “Impressive, but no…He told me about Crait.”  “Crait…” I sighed, finding the ground much more interesting to look at.

“Even before he told me I’d heard about it. You were the talk of the city and I imagine everywhere else.”  “Yeah, apparently news travels fast…”  Crait seemed like a lifetime ago. It was no longer the actual fight between Ren and I that bothered me, though I’d admit to still questioning why he hadn’t killed me occasionally. It was the legend status I’d achieved without trying to. The over exaggerated tale of my heroics had spread across the galaxy quicker than I knew what to do with. Not only was I one of, if not the, most wanted woman in the galaxy but even the Resistance had begun treating me differently. Seemingly everyone except my mother and friends treated me as if I was some deity. I was glad no one else knew about my being a Kenobi or the attention would become too much to handle.

“I hope you’ll see that more as a symbol of what I’m willing to do for the cause rather than my personality. What I’m willing to do to protect the people I love,” I said, staring at him with all the conviction in the world, “That includes Poe.”  “I know, and that dedication is what makes the Resistance, and Poe, lucky to have someone like you.”  I could hear Bee’s squeals, only making out my name and knowing that we needed to head out. Kes and I turned to each other regretfully before he put an arm around my shoulders and we began to make our way out of the backyard. I turned my head to get one more look at the Force tree and silently promised myself that the next time I came, I’d spend a proper amount of time underneath it.

Poe was beginning to load Bee into the X-Wing when Kes and I rounded the corner of the house. Even though we were headed back to base where as soon as we landed we’d be thrown back into our responsibilities, he still looked relaxed. He hadn’t put on his commander’s hat yet and was simply Poe Dameron at home with the people he loved. He reminded me of the day I’d gotten back from my last stay with Dad, when we’d flown back from the transport station. We’d both been so carefree and at ease and I’d wished then what I was wishing now…for the war to be over.

“Any more Poe stories you want to send me off with?” I jokingly asked Kes, we were still far enough away that Poe wouldn’t hear me.

“There was one I wanted you to hear, he’d never forgive me if I told him but…” Kes chuckled and waved his hand dismissively, bringing our walk to a halt. “It was the day he arrived at the Resistance base. We’d talked after Leia recruited him about how excited he was about having command of his own fighting wing, meeting the other pilots…Pretty much everything he spoke about had something to do with an X-Wing. That night he called me and you could’ve paid him any amount of credits to talk about anything flying related and he wouldn’t have cared. The first thing he said to me after ‘Yeah, everything’s fine’ was ‘I’m pretty sure I met my future wife today.’ And for the rest of the call, not one mention of any ship. Just about this girl who had shown him around base and ate dinner with him and who he tried to be extra funny around just to make her smile. I made sure to make note of what he was saying so once I finally got to meet this Y/n he spoke so highly of, I could tell her that there hasn’t been one day that boy’s known you where he hasn’t been in love with you.”

My grin was practically idiotic by the time he’d finished telling his story. Poe had only mentioned that he’d fallen for me the first day we’d met and he’d never mentioned anything about telling Kes about me. I gazed over at Poe, standing atop the ladder next to his ship and my heart swelled. Just as it did when he returned home from a mission and we’d embrace outside of his ship. Or when we’d climb into bed together at the end of a long day and his arms would instinctively wrap around me. Or when I’d work late nights in the command center and he’d send Bee in with a sweet note stuck to the droid’s body. I didn’t think it was possible to fall any more in love with him, but every day he showed me it was. He spotted us and waved me and his dad over. After a tearful goodbye with Kes, Poe and I were on our way back to base.

When we were in hyperspace, I tilted my head to press a kiss to the side of Poe’s mouth. He smiled at me, “What was that for?”

“I just love you,” I shrugged.  “Well, then I guess it’s a good thing I love you too,” he replied, taking my chin between two of his fingers and locking our lips together.

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Save You - Sirius Black

Pairing: Sirius Black x Muggle!Reader

Summary: When your friend comes to you, bruised and bloodied its obvious that he needs to be saved.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of abuse

Prompts: “Can you please come and get me?” “Hey just look at me. Breathe.”

Words: 1379

Disclaimer: Both Sirius and the reader are sixteen in this fic!

A/N: This is for @kashishwrites 300 writing challenge, congrats again honey, I hope this is okay! Hope you guys enjoy, also Sirius is a bit out of character in this fic, he’s a lot more vulnerable so I hope that’s okay! I love you all! xxx

The pub was busy, busier than usual so collecting the many glasses from the patrons should have kept you busy, it should have kept your mind from wandering, in reality though, it was just the opposite. Your manager – and your friend – had seemed to notice that you weren’t your usual self tonight so he sent you on a break so you could catch a breather. You found yourself standing and shivering in the cold night air in the smoking area and you took a long drag of your cigarette as worry wriggled in your stomach like worms.

Every Friday night, your friend Sirius would come and just chat to you, you didn’t know much about him but you knew that he made your heart flutter every time you saw him. You only knew him from the pub, he’d started coming in so much in the last couple of months that you had struck up a sort of friendship with him. His stormy grey eyes were always wild and vulnerable; it looked like visiting the pub seemed to be an escape for him, from what you could not say.

He’d always come in at 8pm like clockwork, he’d never been late and he’d never not turned up, it was past 8pm and he wasn’t here. You were worried that something had happened to him, or maybe he had just got sick of coming to see you, maybe he had found someone better. You didn’t know what outcome would terrify you the most.

Sighing, you flicked away the stub of your cigarette and headed back inside, popping a strip of chewing gum into your mouth. You breathed out in relief as you walked back inside and you were instantly enveloped in cosy warmth. There weren’t very many cosy pubs on this side of London so you made the most of it.

“Are you okay Y/N?” your manager asked from where he was serving behind the bar and you shot him a smile though you still felt worried.

“I’m fine, really Nick,” you assured him, though he didn’t look like he believed you, but he didn’t argue the point.

You ignored his concerned glances as you resumed collecting glasses and chatting with the friendly regular customers, it was mostly older gentlemen but they always tipped well. About ten minutes later the pub doors opened, letting the freezing cold winter air gust into the warm pub. You shivered and on instinct, you looked up and gasped, covering your mouth as you felt your stomach jolt. It was Sirius but he didn’t have his usual teasing, lazy smile on his handsome face. Instead, his face was covered in blood and he had a black eye, it looked like he’d been to hell and back. You vaguely wondered whether he could have been fighting.

“Y/N,” he breathed, “I’m sorry to turn up like this but I didn’t know where else to go, I didn’t want to bother anybody.”

“Oh Sirius,” your heart broke as you walked up to him, “you don’t have to apologise for anything, I’m glad that you did decide to come here. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” you gently took his hand and led him into the staff roof, “sit down sweetie,” you smiled at him kindly as you rooted around for the first aid kit.

You began by cleaning his face as gently as you could with an anti-septic wipe; he winced as you cleaned off the dry blood. You didn’t want to pry but he looked so sad, just like a wounded animal and you wanted to help if you could, “what happened to you Sirius? You know that you can tell me, don’t you?” you asked in concern as he averted his eyes to the carpeted floor, scuffing it a little with his black army boots.

“My mum happened, she did this to me,” you felt a burst of white hot anger go through you like a knife. How could a mother do this to her own child? Sirius was so wonderful, “when I piss her off she responds with violence. I’m not perfect like my brother. I tell my friends it doesn’t affect me but she’s my mother, the woman who is supposed to love me unconditionally is the one who is throwing the punches,” you heard his voice grow panicky and tears slipped down his cheeks, you had to try and calm him down.

“Hey, just look at me,” you cupped his cheeks, wiping his tears away with your thumb and when he looked at you, you smiled, “breath. Sweetheart, you don’t deserve what she’s doing to you, you’re so amazing Sirius and I want to help you.”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, “if anything happens to me, will you come and save me?” his voice was pleading and scared, he sounded so much like a little boy that it broke your heart.

You rested your forehead against his gently, feeling his warm breath wash over your face, “of course I’ll come and save you. I’m not going to leave you,” you stroked his blood soaked hair off his face.

He gave you such a devastatingly handsome smile that it turned your insides to complete mush, and you were okay with that. As you continued to clean his wounds you chatted to him, trying to distract him from his problems if only for a little while. You had persuaded him to stick around – you were so worried for him – until the pub closed. When it was ready for you to go home he promised you that he was going to stay with one of his friends, even though you told him that your parents would be okay with him staying at your house. You never wanted him to go back to his mum’s house.

As he left you made sure to give him your number in case he needed you for anything, “call me if you need anything at all Sirius. Please keep yourself safe and don’t go back there,” you handed him the piece of paper that you had written your number on.

His eyes were nervous as he took it from you but he quickly covered it up with a smile and he kissed your forehead, “thank you so much Y/N,” he shot you one last grin before he disappeared down the dark street.

It had been a couple of months and it seemed that Sirius was doing well, much to your concern he had gone back to his mum’s house but he said that everything was alright and that he’d really gone back to make sure his brother would be alright. You were stuck in your room doing homework when the landline that was connected to your room starting to ring. No one really ever called your landline.

“Hello?” you asked as you picked it up.

“Y/N,” it was Sirius’ voice and he was breathing like he was in pain, “thank heavens, I thought that I was using this payphone wrong,” his voice was thick and it sounded like he’d been crying, “can you please come and get me?”

“Of course,” you said instantly, “where are you darling?” as soon as he told you his address you hung up, gave your parents some lame excuse and took off into the night.

You walked off the London Underground to see him waiting for you, you got a shock when you saw him, he looked much worse than he had done when he’d come to the pub. As soon as he saw you, his face crumpled and he began to cry.

“Oh Sirius!” you gave him the most gentle hug that you could muster as he sobbed into your shoulder.

“I was an idiot to go back, I’m so sorry to bother you again, Y/N. I shouldn’t let her get to me this much.”

You shook your head as you stroked your hair, “don’t you apologise, I’m just glad that you’re okay,” you cooed, “but you can’t go back there darling. You just can’t.”

“Please don’t leave me,” he sniffled.

“I’m never going to leave you,” you promised as you gently brushed your lips over his in a feather light kiss as you held him close, afraid that he’d disappear.

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Summer’s a Knife - Chapter 10

Catch up on Chapter 9 here

He looks up at the machine then, the dim glow of the vending machine lightbulb illuminating his face for you. You watch his bright eyes flicker between different items, admiring the color of them before he leans forward to peer at the label on something and the light casts across his cheeks, illuminating his darker freckles. Your eyes trace the familiar constellations. The bridge of his nose is lit up, and you try to commit the sharp lines of his profile to memory. Try to stash it safely away in your brain so you’ll always remember, even when you’re apart.

Van’s eyes dart to your face. “What’re ya looking at?”

“Your nose,” You respond, nonchalant. “It’s got a lot of blackheads. You need one of those pore strip things.”

it’s time to head back to LA

Word count: ~5.3k

Chapter Ten June 2019

You and Van tend to specialize in quick and goal-oriented sex. It was never about the intimacy or strengthening your connection, only about releasing as much pent-up tension as possible that you two had both acquired in your time apart. And considering that was the only flavor of sex you’d been having for God-knows-how-long, and you wouldn’t expect much more from a friends-with-benefits arrangement, it’s never bothered you. You’d never realized how much Van was holding back until tonight.

Maybe it was the exhaustion that he’d been complaining about this morning. Maybe it was how close to coming he’d already been before he even got the condom on. But whatever the case, there was a noticeable difference in the way he was moving. Absent were the usual quick thrusts that rock the bed, swaying your body up and down with the momentum. Even when he was gentle there was always that sense of urgency just under the surface, boiling underneath your skins as you kissed roughly and held each other tightly.

This was something different altogether. His hips moved slow, his thrusts deep. Usually with this sort of rhythm his muscles are drawn tight, every movement calculated in an attempt to get you both to orgasm. But you don’t feel his muscles clenched tight with tension underneath your palms. He’s not even panting from exertion. His movements are fluid, leisurely, as if he’s fully enjoying every second.

In any other scenario, that’s a red flag for you. A man that’s going at his own pace- without exerting any extra effort in an attempt to help you finish- is a sure sign that you’re going to bed dissatisfied. Even now you can feel yourself getting wound up, your mind trying to calculate the quickest route to where your body needs to be.

“Faster,” You breathe against his neck, desperate for something more.

You don’t see his face, but you feel his chuckle vibrate against your lips. “Why? What’s the rush?”

You sigh in frustration, before feeling one of his hands cup the back of your neck. He’s trying to gently bring your face away from his skin, and you let the weight of your head be cradled in his palm as he makes you look at him.

“We’ve got all night,” Van tells you quietly, his skin glowing with the fairy lights. “Let’s take our time. For once,” He adds, one of the corners of his mouth quirking up.

“Can I get a pillow, then?” You request. Your neck already has a kink in it from where its been curved to burrow into the crook of his shoulder. If he wants to draw this out, you at least want to be able to lay back comfortably.

Van pulls out, the moment on pause while he passes you a random hoodie within reach on the floor. You bundle it up, tucking it behind your head, and then you’re able to relax.

If Van’s gonna be in charge tonight, you’ve got little choice but to trust him. You actively try to relax into the moment, consciously unclenching your muscles. Soon your thighs are relaxed, spreading wider for Van’s hips more easily. Your knees bend instinctively, your body naturally setting you up for a good angle.

On his next push in you cry out, your walls clenching around him from the wave of pleasure. It wasn’t a very attractive noise, scratchy and loud, bouncing through the silent space, but you can feel Van twitch inside of you.

“Sorry,” You gasp, trying to catch your breath. Every thrust feels so electric it’s like you forget to breathe. “That was so loud.”

“Shut up,” He says through his teeth, a wet lock of hair falling into his eyes. “None of that.”

You’re grateful he’s okay with you being loud, because you can’t help the noises you continue to make as he keeps going. The more you relax into his movements the more you feel like your entire body is about to combust. With Van still going at a snail’s pace your body starts to look for any way to express what it’s feeling, and within minutes you can hear the slick noise of yourself as you become wetter. You flush in embarrassment even as you throw your neck back, another ragged noise emerging from your throat.

When you tip your head back up you realize Van’s watching you. His face looks as if watching you squirm underneath him is causing him excruciating pain. You can’t imagine what you must look like with your cheeks flushed bright red, your lips hanging open as you pant for breath, your eyes flitting from one feature of his to the next. But after staring at you Van leans in, kissing you.

It’s only a feather-light press of his lips before he pulls away. “Fuck,” He sighs, his warm breath tickling your face. “I should’ve been taking my time with you more often.”

Your response is a pathetic-sounding whine as you rest your head back against your makeshift pillow.

Your brain goes hazy with pleasure until you can’t think straight. You can tell Van’s reached his limit by the way his arms are struggling to keep him hovering above you, his biceps trembling. You wish your brain was a little sharper so that you could think more clearly, clench yourself around him or maybe talk him through it quietly in his ear, but instead your whole being feels like mush.

You find yourself kissing any part of his skin you can reach. Not your usual kisses- desperate and sloppy- but chaste, light presses of your lips to the top of his shoulder, his neck, and eventually his face. You pepper kisses over his forehead, his cheeks, his jawline. The entire time you’re intoxicated by the smell of his shampoo mingling with the sweat forming on his hairline and the poignant scent of sex that’s started to become noticeable.

When you pull back to take a good look at Van’s face, your hands cupping his jaw, he looks just as dazed as you. He doesn’t have that sharp, mischievous gaze he’s usually cutting you with when he knows he’s performed well in bed. His eyes can’t seem to settle in one spot, blinking down at you groggily as you feel his muscles start to contract.

You can feel how hard he comes, the condom stretching inside of you to make space as he throbs through his orgasm. This time when you watch his face you can’t keep your hands to yourself, running the pad of one of your thumbs over the deep creases that appear in the outer corners of the soft skin by his eyes as he shuts them tight.

When his muscles go slack and his eyes open slowly, coming back to reality, the first thing he does is break out in a lazy grin. The second thing he does is pull out and handle the condom, and the third thing he does is shimmy down the couch, get your legs over his shoulders, and get his mouth on you in record time.

It doesn’t take any real effort on Van’s part to get you to come, twitching helplessly into the cushions as you clench a tight fistful of his wet hair. It’s over as quickly as it began, and then he’s sitting back on his knees, wiping his mouth.

Your mind is blissfully empty afterwards. You lay there taking deep breaths, your heart still racing from the system overload of your orgasm, your skin buzzing from the memory of Van’s touch. Then suddenly, you’re laughing.

It’s partly from the bubbly feeling that flows through your veins following good sex. But it’s mostly because you realize suddenly that you’ve just had the most romantic sex with the man that you love, complete with fairy lights to set the mood, except that you’re resting your head on dirty clothes and the entire room smells stale from his bandmate’s mess. Not to mention that despite the fact you were hopelessly in love, technically you two were both still single and had no official ties to each other. It was the sweetest, most memorable experience in the strangest of circumstances. And the absurdity of it all leaves you giggling. Some of it from joy, some of it for comedic relief at what a mess you’ve found yourself in.

Even without knowing why, you realize Van’s joined in, too. He’s laughing where he’s still hunched over between your legs.

“What’s so funny?” He says through his own laughter.

“I dunno,” You lie, sighing happily. “That was really good, wasn’t it?”

“Fucking hell, it was.”

“I guess I’m laughing instead of crying,” You admit, wiping a tear from your laughter out of the corner of your eye.

Van nods in understanding. “That’s always special. When it’s so good you have to shed a tear.”

“I don’t even remember the last time I did that.”

Van shakes his head where his face is resting in his hands, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “Christ, me neither.”

“I think we’re overtired.” Your voice wobbles with your giggles.

“Fuck, it’s so late,” Van groans, scrubbing his hands through his hair. “Let’s go back to the room.”

You both hesitate after the suggestion, reluctant to let this moment go, but eventually you’re both up and dressed. Van shuts the string of lights off, using his phone as a flashlight as you two gather your things and head off of the bus.

“Let’s smoke before we go in,” Van says after he’s double checked that the door is locked. He procures a box of cigarettes from the pocket of his sweatpants, offering you one first as always.

You laugh as you take one. “You didn’t have a condom, but you brought your cigarettes?”

“I take them everywhere with me. And you’re the one that’s always catching me off guard. Maybe you should start keeping some around.”

He’s right. “You’re right,” You actually admit, surprising even yourself. You only do it because Van doesn’t seem the type to let it get to his head. He’s shown you more than once that he can admit when he’s wrong, so why can’t you?

Van shrugs. “Lads are idiots. Especially around you, I’m sure.”

You squint at him. “What’s that mean?”

“It means I bet they lose their fucking minds looking at you,” Van says, giving you a once-over for emphasis.

“Hmm. Not true.”

“It is.”

You sigh, not willing to debate about how wrong he was. You make a mental note to buy your own box of condoms when you get back home. You used to be good about keeping your own around, but once your dry spell had started the few that you’d had around had expired, and there was no real reason to get new ones.

“What brand do you use?” You ask him. “I know Trojans, but what are they called?”

Van rattles off the name for you and describes the box. “That’s what I use, but not everyone likes ‘em, though.”

The way his sentence vaguely implies you’re sleeping with everyone gives you a quick twinge of irritation. When you look over at him he looks oblivious to his words, happily smoking his cigarette and gazing up at the glowing windows of different hotel rooms.

“They’re not for everyone,” You say pointedly as you exhale. You look right at him, letting your smoke waft right into his face as revenge. “They’re for you.”

You don’t know if it’s the dim parking lot lighting playing tricks on you, but you swear for a moment you see Van’s face flash with remorse, understanding what he’s just said. After you blink he seems normal again, so quick you don’t know if you imagined it.

You’re tired of smoking now, but you’ve got to finish inhaling the last bit of nicotine you have left. You’ve started to notice yourself craving it lately. You can still break the habit if you start being more careful, but tonight you’re content to finish your fix and head to bed.

Van stomps his butt out on the blacktop, but you dispose of yours in the trash can as you two head back through the lobby and into the elevators.

As the elevator is climbing it’s way up to your floor, your stomach growls.

“Are there any snacks in the room?” You ask, trying to remember if there were any left in the gift basket. Unfortunately, you’re pretty sure you two had munched on those for breakfast.

“Don’t think so. Wanna run to the vending machine?”

“We don’t have to,” You brush it off, not wanting to be an inconvenience. But Van shakes his head.

“I’m starved too,” He tells you, palm over the elevator door while he gestures you out onto your floor. “Lemme grab my wallet.”

You wait outside the door of the room as Van swipes the key, using the swing lock on the inside of the door to keep it from shutting completely as he grabs his wallet before emerging back into the hall.

“They’re down there, I think,” He nods towards the distant end of the corridor, and you two start to walk.

As you approach the vending machines, Van opens the worn brown leather to the fold he stashes his bills inside, tugging the folded stack free. You watch him flick through a few foreign bills which you stare at curiously before he finds some wrinkled American singles.

“Ugh, you’re taking forever!” You joke, leaning your shoulder against the side of the machine, watching the way the tip of his tongue pokes out between his lips as he focuses intently on using his long fingers to smooth out the bills.

“Can it,” He tells you, but there’s a joking smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You scoff in mock offense, but say nothing in fear of making this seemingly simple task take any longer for him.

Van’s eyes dart to your face. “What’re ya looking at?”

“Your nose,” You respond, nonchalant. “It’s got a lot of blackheads. You need one of those pore strip things.”

He breaks out into a laugh, a grin stretching across his glowing face. You laugh too, relieved that you were able to play it off so well. Lying has never been your strong suit, but time with Van has started to make you a pro.

“Never done one,” Van chuckles as he feeds the machine his bills. “Pick us up some and we’ll do them next time, yeah?”

Your heart swells. “I will.”

There’s the tumble of a food item being dispensed, and Van leans over to retrieve the crinkly packaging of a strawberry poptart.

“Oh my god, you’re done, finally!” You tease him as he carefully retrieves the coins that the machine has spit out as change, tucking them into his wallet. Suddenly he’s waving two dollar bills at you.

“You gonna be quiet and get something?”

You take the bills from between his fingers, hoisting your weight off of the side of the vending machine so you can face the items properly. Your favorite chocolate bar is in stock, so you feed the bills, punch in your selection, and lean down to get your item in a fraction of Van’s time.

“See how quick that was?” You taunt him, standing up straight. “Simple. Easy.”

Van laughs along, letting you have the last word as you two head back down the hall to your room. You catch a glimpse of his profile again when he scans the keycard, and he’s smiling.

“What are you smiling about?” You ask, and he breaks into a grin as he swings the door open, letting you into the room first.

“Nothin’,” He hums, but you reach out and poke him in the belly.

“It’s obviously something.” You sit down on the bed, which hasn’t been made today.

Van locks the door before joining you on the bed. “I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About us.”

His words make you gulp. You busy yourself with opening the wrapper on your chocolate bar, mentally trying to prepare yourself for whatever he might say next. As much as you were silently chiding yourself, your hopes had rocketed sky high from only those two words.

When Van doesn’t elaborate, you clear your throat. “What about us?”

Van kicks off his slippers, sitting back against the headboard. A smile was still playing at his lips when you look over at him.

“I dunno,” He says at first, shrugging. “I really like the way we work.”

Your chest starts to tighten. “Oh? Like, how?”

“We get on good, I mean. It’s like you said at the vending machine, right? We’re simple. Easy.”

You hum to show you’re listening, but you’re looking down at your food again. Suddenly your appetite is nowhere to be found.

“You’re busy, I’m busy…” Van continues, clearly oblivious to your reaction. “We’ve both had the worst luck dating. And once you put labels on things there are all these… rules, and expectations. Everything starts getting messed up. But this works well, doesn’t it? What we’re doing now?”

“Yeah,” You choke out, before faking a few coughs as if you only needed to clear your throat. “This is nice.”

“I like having you around,” Van admits quietly.

At his admission you can’t help but look him in the eyes, and he offers you a small smile. He almost looks unsure, as if he’s worried that he’s the one scaring you off.

“I like being around,” You tell him, hoping your tone conveys just how much of an understatement that is. But despite your best efforts your eyes are starting to water, your chest squeezing with crushing disappointment.

“Hold on, these contacts are killing me,” You lie, rubbing your eyes for show as you hurry off to the bathroom.

You can’t close the door fast enough before the waterworks start, using the toilet as you cry into your hands, trying to get all of your tears out in these few moments before you’ve got to face Van again. You’d tried to make it clear by the bus that he was the only person you were sleeping with. You thought you’d both shared that inexplicable chemistry on the couch that had left you both laughing afterwards. He’d even surprised you at the airport, for God’s sake! For one sliver of a moment you had allowed yourself to believe he felt the same way about you. What happened to him saying he’s never met anyone like you? But clearly you were stupid for imagining that conversation going any other way. Van’s right. He’s busy. If it wasn’t before, it’s crystal clear now that he doesn’t want a relationship.

You force yourself to stop crying before your face turns beet red. You take your contacts out, wash your face with the coldest water possible, and then return to the bed with Van.

You take a bite of your snack even though the taste is making you nauseous right now.

“Anyway, yeah,” You start around a mouthful of food. “This is a good arrangement, isn’t it? It’s very…” You swallow. “Easy.”

When you wake up the next morning to your phone alarm, Van is nowhere to be found. The bathroom is empty, his phone is missing from his nightstand, and there’s no note with his whereabouts scrawled on the hotel memo pad.

He’d told you last night that he had to be up early to get things in order for the bus, and although you delay heading down to the hotel breakfast as long as possible, eventually you go without him. This was your last chance at a real meal before your flight, and you didn’t want to miss it.

You glance around for him in the hotel’s breakfast den. It’s peppered with families trying to convince their children to sit down and eat, and older couples helping themselves to the coffee pots, but no members of the band. It relieves you as much as it confuses you; while you’re eager to know where Van is, you’re glad that none of the other boys are around to see you fresh out of bed.

The hotel staff is already hauling empty catering trays away, and you quickly help yourself to whatever’s still left; some cold pieces of toast that you grab some packets of jelly for, a giant blueberry muffin with sugar crystals baked on top, some waffles that you assume had been left because the syrup packets were nowhere to be found, and a bruised banana resting at the bottom of the fruit bowl. At the last moment you spot some cups of peanut butter that you decide to grab for your waffles before carefully beginning to make your way upstairs with your teetering tray of food.

You pass the main elevator in the lobby, the one you’d taken down here, instead heading for the one by the stairwell. It was further from your room than the main one, but right next to the vending machines you and Van had visited last night, and you figured you could grab something to drink there rather than try to carry something from the den.

When you turn the corner you notice that the side door to the parking lot is cracked, something wedged between the doorframe and the latch. You don’t think twice about it, hitting the button for the elevator, until the voices on the other side of the door drift into the hall.

“It looked absolutely ransacked,” You hear Bondy’s unmistakably low voice say. As he speaks, Van’s laugh bubbles over his words. You freeze.

The elevator arrives, i’s doors sliding open for you with a whoosh. You’re thankful the car is empty, because in a split second you’ve decided not to step on. Instead, you shuffle a few paces away from the door to the small nook that housed the ice machine, successfully stepping into the nook and out of obvious sight from the door.

It’s harder to hear from your new spot, but you’re vaguely able to hear Van laughing off Bondy’s concern, admitting that he was the one on the bus last night.

At the mention of the bus, your blood goes cold. Your mind pieces together Bondy’s words, remembering how you and Van had cleared the couch. Of course everyone else would notice all of their things had been thrown to the floor. You wrack your brain, trying to remember where Van had disposed of the used condom. You’re pretty sure he’d left it in the small plastic trashcan that had already been overflowing with other trash.

You flush in embarrassment about the whole thing. You were sure, of course, that Van had most likely told the other boys that you guys were friends with benefits. But something about thinking about how everything looked from an outsider’s perspective made your stomach roil. Flying out here, making a mess of a room that you didn’t belong in, leaving a full condom on top of a pile of trash like some sort of humble brag. Not to mention Bondy, who went out of his way to make you feel welcome, being the one to stumble onto the scene.

Lost in your thought, you miss a chunk of their continued conversation, but you hear Bondy respond to something Van’s said: Things are good, then? With…

He trails off, and you strain to hear Van’s reply. Their voices suddenly get louder as you hear the door creak open, the two of them emerging from outside. Your heart starts thumping, panicking to think of a cover if they come down the hall to see you guarding the ice machine.

“Mates.” Bondy’s voice is flat as he says it, a clear indication he doesn’t believe it.

You try to keep your breathing quiet as you hear one of them call the elevator again, the doors opening immediately thanks to you.

“Mates,” Van affirms, his voice echoing slightly as he steps into the small space. “It’s always nice having mates around.”

With another woosh the elevator doors have closed, and after a few more tense moments you dare to peek out, sighing in relief that Bondy had gotten on the elevator with him.

You stomp back towards the lobby, to the main elevators, not wanting to give Van any hint that you’d heard his words. During your solitary walk you grit your teeth, wobbling between anger at the way he’d laughed you off as a mate, and the deep hurt that had been threatening to rear its head up again after your unfinished cry last night. Your food has gone cold by now, and on the ride up to your floor you try to swallow down your emotions. It works for the anger and the hurt, but not on the mortification of what Bondy must think of you now.

When you get off of the elevator, you’re surprised to see that Van and Bondy have not made it into their rooms despite their headstart. Instead, they’re both hovered around Bondy’s open door, having an animated conversation.

At the sound of your footsteps they stop talking, turning towards you.

“Morning!” Van greets you. He’s cradling a steaming thermos in his hand, and you wonder if it’s coffee or tea. Hopefully coffee, so that you can share with him.

“Hey,” You smile, continuing your gallant effort to repress your feelings. You lean in, attempting to sniff the steam that’s floating out of his thermos. “Coffee?”

Van nods, offering you a sip. When you hold up your tray of food that you’re holding with both hands, he realizes his mistake, smiling sheepishly.

“Go put your food down and come back real quick,” Bondy’s voice pops the bubble of the moment, and you realize the level of comfort that you and Van have started to interact with.

“Why?” You ask, but Bondy just shrugs. Van procures the room key, following you the few doors down to the room, opening and holding the door for you.

“What does he want?” You ask Van quietly when you set your tray down on the desk. Although it’s irrational, your mind is only focused on the embarrassing bus situation, and your anxiety is certain you’ve got some sort of teasing in store.

Van shrugs too, but the smirk playing at his features betrays him. You two head back to Bondy’s door, which he’s left cracked.

Before you’ve pushed all the way inside of the room, a giant black guitar case is being hauled towards you. Bondy’s pushed it into your arms before Van’s even closed the door behind him.

“What?” You sputter, struggling to hold the weight of your gift. “But- Why?”

“Found one laying around,” Bondy tells you. “I was gonna sell it before I remembered you might be interested in it.”

“Oh, wow,” You’re struggling to find words, glancing between Van and Bondy in shock. “I don’t have the kind of cash for this, though, I mean- How much were you-”

Bondy breaks out in a sharp laugh, tipping his head back. “I’m not askin’ anything for it,” He assures you. “I’m giving it to you. Free to a good home.”

“You don’t have to,” You insist, struggling to hoist the instrument higher in your arms. “You really, really, shouldn’t.”

Bondy claps a hand on your shoulder, and as you look up at him to offer him a genuine thank you Van steps forward, easing the guitar out of your hands so that it’s no longer in danger of being dropped.

“Thank you,” Is all you manage to say to him. Bondy tips his hat in his own joking response, and then Van is ushering you back into the hall, easily carrying your guitar by the carrying case handle.

You mull over the gesture while you scarf down your cold breakfast, your mind remembering Van’s words from long ago, the first time you’d been introduced to Bondy: He offered you a guitar. Cares more about his guitars than the Mustang.

Surely, if Bondy treats his guitars as prized possessions, then he’s not offering them to every ‘mate’ Van brings around. Certainly not for free, out of the kindness of his own heart. And certainly he wouldn’t have done this if something about last night had made you seem like some sort of arrogant groupie following Van around.

Van had even tagged it as luggage, his handwriting filling out your name and address. You didn’t even think he’d known your actual address until now.

As always, you head home confused. Upset enough to smoke two cigarettes in the car with Van before you head into the airport, but in love enough to swoon when he insists against dropping you off in the parking lot, instead hauling your suitcase and guitar alongside you.

For a brief moment, you let yourself imagine that you’re walking the airport with your boyfriend. He looks so handsome with a guitar, as if he’s supposed to have one in his hands at all times. And every time he catches your eye he shoots you a crooked smile.

His hands are free as you approach the gate, your guitar successfully checked and headed back to L.A. with you. He’s handed your suitcase back over, your heart aching as you get ready to leave him.

“I’m gonna miss you,” He says, and for a quick second you think he’s going to lean in for a goodbye kiss, but he wraps his arms around you instead. You close your eyes, inhaling deep where your nose is pressed into the collar of his t-shirt. You can smell his aftershave.

As you two draw away from each other, Van gives you a once-over. “Do you have your jumper?”

You realize with a jolt that you hadn’t seen your hoodie this morning. You don’t remember folding it into your bag, or bringing it with you into Dave’s car. “Shit. I don’t think I do. I think I left it in the room.”

Van must see the panic that starts to grip you, because suddenly he’s shimmying the button up off of his shoulders, standing before you in only his t-shirt. “I’ll look for it when I get back to the room. But take this.”

He holds out the black fabric for you to take. “What are you gonna wear?” You ask him, refusing to grab it just yet.

Van laughs. “Uh, this,” He plucks the collar of his t-shirt, and you see the chain that he’s always wearing peek out against his skin.

You still hesitate. Van rolls his eyes.

“Shut up. I’ve got a million of these. Nothing’s worse than freezing an entire fucking flight.”

He’s right. At his words you grasp the shirt, throwing it on over your t-shirt. Pressed against your skin, the fabric reeks of his cologne.

Your goodbyes have taken longer than intended, and you really needed to go get ready to board your plane.

“Thanks,” You say hurriedly. “I’ll miss you!”

Van echoes the sentiment again as he starts to step away.

“And tell Bondy thank you!” You say too loudly, your voice echoing off of the tiles.

You two give each other a final wave before you both turn away, heading in your opposite directions. And now, bundled in one of Van’s signature button-ups, you have the whole security check and flight home to continue your routine debate over whether this thing with Van was your greatest mistake or the best thing you’ve ever done.

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Chaos. | Johnny

➥ request: can I ask for a fluff fic wherein popular johnny and introvert y/n shares a love for photography and bonds over it

➥ pairing: johnny x gender-neutral reader

➥ genre: fluff literally only fluff, college!au bc i miss it

➥ warnings: none other than a few swear words i think? as always, there might be errors because english is my second language!

➥ word count: 3.3k

➥ summary: it’s awkward all around, but somehow you get a friend and a model out of an encounter.

➥ author’s note: this is so late and so bad, i’m sorry. i literally struggled with this so unnecessarily much and i don’t even know why exactly, because this is such an interesting concept. please excuse my bad writing in this and my lack of knowledge in photography, i have done some research but i know it probably isn’t enough. i hope the anon is still around and sees it! have a great time lovelies, and i hope you enjoy this little.. chaos heheh 💕 (i hate it here i do)

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”

The room was scorching hot, and you were just trying to leave.

The club’s meeting had started around three hours ago for the last meeting before the big competition. One that was international and people had taken their sweet time getting ready for; a few months of preparation to potentially take the photograph that would grant them money, a lot of press, an opportunity to photograph the cover of a photography magazine and overall pride. Members had been taking about possibly restarting commission work and whether the club should do commission work as a society, free of the school, so that they could have a chance at getting better coverage from local blogs and newspapers, and requiring better payment for their work.

Nothing about the competition, really. Everyone was talented, and everyone was confident. They did not make a big deal out of it. Sure, they had been preparing for months on end as well and they had taken countless potential shots that would end up in the competition— but at this point they had long selected the one.

So when Johnny, the club president (who everyone on this campus that is home to thousands of students knows and has conversed with one way or another) stops you instead of them, the ones who could actually use words of encouragement and what not, it feels kind of weird. You stop before you can go out anyway, instead of pretending not to hear him. “Uh, sure. What about?”

Johnny makes eye contact with you when you turn around, and smiles apologetically before lifting a finger up signaling one second, and moves to close the door. He starts talking before he can come back to his place in front of you, where he had ben leaning against a desk. “I was looking over the last submissions for the competition and I couldn’t see your name,” And he is back, leaning against the desk again with his hands on either side, and a straight face. “You really won’t participate?”

Oh, so he had noticed. You thought nobody would, because you thought it probably would not matter if anyone decided not to take part in it. It would be a weird move to do so, yes, but considering free will and everything it was not undoable. “Ah, it’s just,” You shrug. “I don’t have a camera right now? It outlived its lifetime, and a couple months ago it thought it would be the right time to say farewell.”

He looks at you, crosses his arms on his chest, and furrows his eyebrows a little before lifting one up. “You could’ve just asked someone for a camera.”

“Yeah, except I couldn’t.” You chuckle, which prompts Johnny to look at you more questioningly than anything. So you explain yourself. “I didn’t want to be an inconvenience to anyone— plus, I don’t think most people would want to help a rival.”

“Well that’s just jumping to conclusions.” Despite how his words sound, he smiles. “You could borrow my camera if you’d like.”

“Johnny, there’s like a week before submissions start. I don’t even know if you have the equipments I need, or if the weather’s in my favor.” Upon your words he laughs slightly. “I know for a fact you’ve seen my astrophotography. You were looking at them last semester in the gallery,”

He then nods, just once, reassuringly. “Just look at the forecast. I wouldn’t mind.”

That had been the end point, really.

You went ahead and protested further saying you did not even know if what you wanted to appear on the photos were aligned and visible anytime soon, but Johnny had protested back saying you could just find something else to photograph; just take his camera and do something with it. When you asked him why he only told you that he liked your photography and somewhat and somehow related to it— which was a little mind boggling, considering you were not friends. Only acquaintances, and he could still compliment you and tell you something somewhat vulnerable looking into your eyes just like that and wholeheartedly, coming from his chest.

It got you thinking: maybe that was why everyone seemed to like him. He just meant things he said, and he did not really hold himself back from saying things.

He lets you use his computer to check the alignments and the forecast and the cloud formations for the upcoming days and surely enough, the day after the next the sky would be something you could work with. Not ideal, but better than nothing. “Where do you want to shoot the thing?” He asks over your shoulder, perhaps a bit too into your personal space than you are used to with an acquaintance, but it does not feel weird somehow. Probably because you know that he is not a creep that is peeping over your shoulder.

“You know the little beach at the lake?” He nods. “There.”

“Okay.” You close shut his laptop, and get ready to hand it to him, but he stops you midway. “Where do we meet?”

Wait. “We meet?”

That makes him chuckle. “Unless you want to shoot the sky in the dark all by yourself.”

In all honesty, that is what you usually do. Is it fun to do? Definitely not, because the quiet of the dark can get incredibly boring especially when you are not really seeing what you are shooting. The Milky Way was so hard to spot— it would take at least half an hour of your eyes adjusting to the dark before you could see any of it, and even then it would just be a mess of dark purple, blotchy gas with stars sprinkling over. Without any exposure and brightness it was not the most exciting thing, although it still held its magic to it.

The planets were, yes, definitely more visible than the Milky Way could ever be but again: they basically just bigger stars without proper effects. And considering the shoot usually went as setting the camera up somewhere, turning on all the necessary settings and toying with them until the view looked right enough, and leaving it for hours on end by itself and only getting up and taking stills a few times throughout the said hours; looking at and sitting under the night sky with naked eyes all alone proved to be very boring at times.

“Just give me your phone number.”

What you actually end up settling for is meeting at the lake because you realize you are living much farther from each other, at least compared to what you would have expected. You have to use different buses to be able to meet, and unless there were campers on his bus, he was also one of the only people that would take the bus to the lake at the dead of the night. Dead of the night being literally 2 AM in the morning.

When he arrives you are already there sitting on the sad excuse of what must be sand but is more of a weird mush, looking at your phone, checking the forecast last minute to make sure everything would be as what you expected throughout the night. The beach was fairly small and you were the only one there, except for the couple of abandoned beer bottles that had not been thrown away in the trash most likely out of laziness and lack of respect for the environment.

Johnny sets the camera bag down next to you before he drops down as well, setting his other bag next to him. “Hello there,” He greets you, and you mumble a greeting in return. “Getting here was so hard, why don’t you shoot at the hike trails? There’s a clearer view of the sky.”

“Mm, light pollution’s worse there. I can’t deal with that.” You still mumble and shake your head slightly, biting at your hangnail as you look at your phone. Johnny does not like that, the fact that you will not look at him and that biting a hangnail is often a nervous thing for a lot of people— it nerved him, made him think he is somehow unapproachable even though that is the last thing he would want to seem as. “Let’s set up the camera?” He suggests in hopes that it will get you moving or looking at him.

Which it does, because you lock your phone and look at him. It is a bit hard to see you in the dark, but he does not mind. “Thank you for letting me use your camera, Johnny.”

It is not what he expects. But he takes it as the reason of your seemingly nervous antic. “I forgot to thank you for it before, so.”

A smile plants itself on his face before he can even realize it. “It’s no problem. Now, come on.”

Johnny helps with setting the camera up, letting you fiddle with the lenses and the lights while he deals with the tripod and the height. He lets you walk around with the camera in your hands and waits for you to find a reasonable place where the sky can come out good and the environments can enhance the shot, and it happens to be a few feet away from where you were first sitting. He secures the tripod right then and there, and watches you deal with the settings for a good few minutes before he can catch somewhat of a smile.

Though, he knows that it will take a lot more than just a few minutes to find your ideal settings, and it does. You fiddle with the buttons and the settings, take a few test stills, go back and middle some more, bend your back and stretch since you are leaning down the whole time and it is hurting your hips a little, take a few more stills and… It takes a lot of time before you can actually start your time-lapse. Throughout all of it, he waits for you in silence.

And when you are done, he smiles at you. “All done?”

“Yeah,” The relief is both audible and visible as you breathe out. “There’s Saturn and Jupiter tonight, looks super nice. I just hope I can get good stills out of this.”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to.” He clears his throat before continuing with his words. “I brought a few snacks, if you’d like some.”

You look out at the lake a little and frown at how it is wavering a bit, presumably because it would make it harder to take stills later. He hears you huff for a short second. “Sure.”

He does not necessarily like the way your voice sounds when you are supposed to be agreeing to his suggestion, but you walk around the camera and go sit down with him next to his bag anyway. Johnny takes the snacks out only hoping you would like what he has, and takes some napkins out, thinking you would need them if anything melts in your hand and everything gets a bit sticky.

An idea strikes him then, something he had learned from his friends way back in high school when he was in yet another photography club. After handing you the snacks and a napkin, he holds out the pack of napkins again. “Take another one.”

“What for?” He shrugs and pushes his hand further to emphasize. “Just take one.”

You do, and do not think much of it because you turn to your bag and take a thermos out, taking the cap off and filling it with the liquid inside. The grey trail of steam and scent makes its way to his nose; it is coffee.

Johnny just about becomes friends with you when you hold the cap out to him. “Thought we could use this to stay awake.”

“This is a saving grace,” He chuckles, and does not hesitate to take a sip. A dark and heavy brew, the way he loves it. “Thank you. Now, do me a favor and tear one of the napkins up.”

You chuckle a bit as you take your own sip, which results in you choking up a little. “What, why?”

But Johnny does not answer that question of yours. It prompts an awkward silence, both of you sipping your coffees once more. It proves to be unbearable, though, so you end up doing what he asks of you. Even though it sounds extremely weird.

When you are done with tearing the napkin up, there are dozens of unusable pieces in your hand and it feels somewhat dusty. “What am I supposed to do now?”

He looks at your hand for a brief moment, and lets out a laugh that sounds like a puff because of the way it is stuck between his lips. His shoulders shake, although not violently. “Well,” He starts. “You’re supposed to say a truth for every piece you have, it’s kind of a game.”

Your face must have morphed into such a shocked and taken aback mimic that Johnny actually bursts into laughter this time. “I’m not telling you this many truths, the hell?” Because, in all honesty, you do not think you ever told anyone that many truths in a game before. All of the truth-and-dares combined.

Johnny does not care about that a whole lot though, so he just shrugs. “Better start telling me. You can just stop when you get bored with it, I guess.”

With a huff, you start.

At first it is just you admitting doing sets of embarrassing things in your childhood and teenage years, how you wasted two semesters in the debate club dreading absolutely every competition and club meeting since you are more of an introvert, how you are most definitely going to fall a couple of classes but it is okay since you had taken extra credits last academic year, how although loving photography you do not want to do it for a living, how the coolest thing about it would be you starting a blog that thousand of people would follow— just for your astrophotography.

After that point it turns into a mutual conversation about photography. You tell him how astrophotography never fails to be amazing even though the things in the sky never change, and how every time you take a shot it will look just like the others but so much more different which is what pulls you into it when he asks you why you do it in the first place. Johnny also asks you if you should be doing a simple sky shoot for such a competition, and you answer saying you are not really aiming for first place already; you know for a fact that while looking at the submissions, people will stop scrolling the website just to look at your shot and that is what matters. Because they will find it so interesting, even though it will be just like any other night sky shot they have seen before, and it will be so interesting because it will be something far from what they can see with their naked eyes. They will try to memorize everything about that photo before moving onto the others.

And that is what matters to you. The fact that they will pay attention means much more to you than getting first place.

He, although jokingly, calls you a true artist. It somehow feels true to you.

Then, you proceed to compliment Johnny on his astrophotography, because some of his shots are in your all time favorites. There is a way in how he lets the light spill in his shots, how he links the city and the sky together that you respect so much, and you really wonder if it is all camerawork or also a tonne of editing. “It’s mostly camerawork,” He says with a smile on his face. “I can teach you someday if you want me to.”

You take up on his offer, of course, because you can grow with every bit of knowledge— plus he was fun to be around. The conversation just seemed to flow.

The conversation seemed to flow so fluently, in fact, that you almost did not realize that the lake water was about to drag the tripod away and tumble it down if it was not for the waves hitting your shoes after the wind picked up.

Both of you made a run for the set-up, but one of you were not all that lucky to be able to make it.

Johnny slips when he runs and falls backwards on the mushy, weird mix between dirt and sand, sending you into a hysteric laughter as you hold the camera. The laughter doubles you over probably because of your sleepiness (no, the silhouette as he fell in his clumsy moment was too funny to not howl over it), but you make it a point to ask in proper etiquette. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He stands up, laughing just as much himself. “But I’m muddy all over.”

“Just go in the water.” At that he looks at you as if you are crazy, so you argue further. “You can either be wet, or muddy. It’s up to you.”

Johnny runs into the water and properly dips in this time, sending the two of you back into your fits of laughter.

Considering lake mud is the worst type you can get stuck on your clothes, you think he does the right thing. While he cleans up, you take some more stills— not caring too much when he walks into the frame at some point while making his way back to his bag.

Well. You actually take rapid photos of him at some point because you get a potentially great idea, but you would never admit to doing that. He would learn about it if it worked your way anyway.

You wait for him to squeeze his clothes so as much of the excess water is out as possible, and do him a favor and take the set-up down all by yourself, taking the memory card and putting it into your wallet as well. The footage is way shorter than how they usually are for you, but considering it is nearing five o’clock in the morning and Johnny would be freezing if he stayed more, you decide it is whatever. Any still would do the job according to your policy.

What really proves to be hard, though, is finding a taxi for Johnny. There are at least a few of them that pass by before you can convince one to take in your ‘drunk’ friend, telling them the address Johnny had told you for the second time after deciding on this little plan for him to be able to go home. Unlike him, taking the bus back is much easier for you especially after the sky ever so slightly starts lighting up, giving you the prettiest view to watch with your headphones blasting music, craving sleep.

Both of you do not really hear from each other until the next week, with you being too busy editing the still you had chosen trying to get it to be splendid, and him simply too busy with seminars and classes and the last bit of feedback he is giving on people’s submissions. You can only text some nights, but that is about it.

That is, until he calls you less than five minutes after you send him your submission. “Why this?”

You look at the laptop in front of you and the still you have just sent him— the silhouette of Johnny and his hair being flicked, sending droplets of water everywhere; because of his tall stature perfectly on and in between the stars, capturing the purple of the sky and the silver and red and green lights of the stars, and some of them just shine like how water does. Saturn and Jupiter are at the tip of his nose, and somehow his silhouette emphasizes them. Again, somehow in this weird state of him just walking away from the frame and the weird state of his arms and overall body, everything looks merged well together.

Chaos above in the sky, and chaos just down on the ground. “Well it’s pretty, isn’t it?”

#nct-writers #nct imagines #nct scenarios #johnny #will it post i am NOT hopeful anyway this sucks bye

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willowistic22 · 4 years

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"It's Pacific, not Specific" for whoever you'd like?

Left this, and other prompts, untouched bcs online school is not letting me have time for myself most of the time wow love that :D no we don’t D: But I got this done finally and Im hopefully gonna be finishing more of the prompts quicker. Sorry for the delay guys! Fun fact: I wrote this and fully ignored my teacher lol. I am not a good role model I know but I live by that!

Requests prompts and a ship or just a character in general! Will take some time to get to them but I’ll try my best to do it :) Or not I’m not the boss of you hehe

Years of dating and now nearly one year married, the couple hasn’t really gone on a honeymoon. For the entirety of their marriage, they haven’t gotten the chance to even travel. They say they’re busy, which they aren’t wrong. Getting used to a life with someone you commit to for a lifetime is a huge change, even if you’ve known each other for so long.

But now that they’ve steadied their financial situation, adapted to a new schedule, and fully decorate their new apartment, Mush insists they finally get to the honeymoon on their list of ‘cheesy things newly married couples do that I’m forcing Blink to do with me’. Blink laughed it off the first time he heard it, thinking it as a joke. It was definitely not a joke when Mush finally shows him the clipboard he made in his free time.

Well, Blink isn’t going to complain. Traveling is fun. Now, deciding where to travel is a whole different thing.

“France?” Blink pointed to the map of its location. He is seated in front of the kitchen island, while Mush is busy cooking them dinner. The sizzling noises mostly has his attention but he heard Blink loud and clear.

“Paris, France? Or another city?” Mush called, slightly twisting his head just enough to get his voice across but kept his eyes on the food to avoid burning it.

“Well, we could go to another city if you’d like” Blink explained, now directing his focus to his laptop as he types in the city name for further research, “There’s Champs-Élysées, the Eiffel Tower, Notre-Dame, Louvre Museum...”

“So the cliche touristy attraction” Mush simplified, twisting his body to face his husband.

“Well, we don’t necessarily need to go to all the tourist attraction!”

“Hmm... I heard the countryside is beautiful...”

Blink leans his body, hope resonating his manner as he watches him intently coming up with an answer.

“Maybe we should keep looking”

Blink rolls his eyes and scoffs, slouching his back along with it. “Mush, I’ve listed 43 different countries all around the globe-”

Mush laughs at himself, listening to Blink going on a mini venting session whilst also trying to suppress his anger. He fully stops his cooking to take a full look at the blond sitting behind the kitchen island.

“-all with different characteristics from each other, by the way! And you’re telling me, you don’t want to go to any of those countries?!”

Mush wasn’t sure if he was suppose to answer this truthfully. Because the truth is: none of the places Blink listed sat right with him for their terribly belated honeymoon. He isn’t sure why, some of those countries are on his traveling bucket list.

Blink scoffs, jaws dropped down to the floor. He’s at lost for words and ends up not bothering to find an answer to that, dragging his gaze back to his laptop screen.

“Well, I’m not saying I wouldn’t want to go there!” Mush defended himself, dropping the hand to his sides holding the spatula, “I just... don’t feel like it fits for our honeymoon... you know?”

To that, Blink’s senses shot up. He lifts his face to give his husband a troubled look after hearing that statement, “How does ‘Bali’ not fit for a honeymoon? It’s a stereotypical beach honeymoon place!”

“Well... I... I don’t know!” Mush said through his laugh, shrugging his shoulders with his hands as a means to show how clueless he is.

Blink breathes out the frustration and back to his usual calm composure. He sighs, curving his lips into a small smile with a lazy gaze directed to the chef, “Why don’t you tell me how you’d picture our honeymoon looking like”

They fully agreed to commit to this honeymoon, so there’s no taking back this decision. So the least Blink can do is be patient with Mush’s indecisiveness. Though, he was already preparing himself for this before they were even married.

“I want to go to somewhere small. Exploring the country sides perhaps?” Mush said as he turns the stove off seeing their food is properly cooked, “But then there’s that small part of me that wants to go somewhere quite busy and play in the beach! You see my problem here?”

Blink breathes out a chuckle through his nose, shaking his head with a hand perched on the kitchen island to hold up his tired head. His eye contact with him remains all while Mush moves around the kitchen to set up their food.

“Hey, you mentioned Hawaii, right?” Mush said, “That sounds nice, y’know. We can look deeper into it”

As the sizzling stops the moment Mush sets their food on a serving plate, Blink’s typing on his laptop now occupying the void.

“Well, there’s a lot of things we can do there” Blink called out once the tab fully loaded for him to decipher.

“Yeah, I mean, there’s the cuisines, the culture...” Mush exclaimed while setting their food on the dining table, “... Just a quick trip across the specific ocean!”

Blink shot his senses up to that, not sure if he heard it right. He turns his body to see Mush by the dining table, minding his own business as if he did not just say that. A grin slowly formed on his face, “Come again?”

“What?”

“Say that again, I wanna hear it one more time”

Mush’s confusion decorates his face upon hearing that. He stops his actions and wait for further explanation from him.

“It’s Pacific, not specific!” Blink laughed out.

That just adds on to his confusion, tilting his head to the side, “Ain’t that what I said?”

“No! You literally said ‘specific’!” Blink answered as he continues to laugh, “Is that how you thought it’s pronounced this whole time?!”

Mush is still visibly confused. He could’ve sworn he said ‘Pacific’, yet his husband is proclaiming otherwise.

“I did not say ‘specific’! I know how to pronounce ‘Pacific’, alright!” Mush finds himself getting sucked in to his laughter.

Blink stops his laughing and looks at Mush intently with a sweet smile. The humor of it hasn’t left him but he’s able to hold it back to properly speak up, “Whatever you say I guess”

The big question still looms between them but Mush pulls Blink away from his laptop to have a peaceful dinner. The spaghetti is going to turn cold if they don’t eat it now.

“Mykonos!” Blink suddenly announced after swallowing his last bite, eyes lit up under the huge orange lights hovering over the table.

Mush simply tilts his head at it. The sudden outburst got him confused since they weren’t having a conversation. Blink takes his silence, and still visible confusion, as a sign to explain even further.

“It’s an island in the Cyclades group in the Aegean Sea. It has lots of beaches and can probably be considered as small” Blink continues on. He pushes his chair back and gets up while balancing his dirty dishes to put it in the sink for later clean up.

Mush follows him putting away his own dirty dishes before following Blink to perch behind his laptop again. He shows Mush a small review by someone from their vacation to Mykonos he found in the internet.

He reads the text carefully, squinting his eyes a little. Blink watches full of hope that their big question will finally be answered.

“Okay, this should be fun!” Mush exclaimed, earning a sigh of relief from the blond on the stool. Mush simply laughs at the dramatic act before he walks towards the sink since tonight is his turn on doing the dishes.

While the water flows down to wash off the plates, Blink can be heard typing away on his laptop now that he can finally proceed to the second step of their honeymoon plan. Mush occasionally answering the questions Blink asks to fill in more of the blanks. They’ve made much more progress in their plan in one night than the time when they haven’t decided where to go weeks ago.

#newsies #drabble requests #blush #blush newsies #kid blink #mush meyers #blink newsies #mush newsies

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anne-markus · 4 years

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Does bimboification count as tf/corruption? I have an insatiable weakness for cute twink-y boys getting turned helplessly dumb and slutty. Hope you're having a nice day! - 💗

"You there, fiend! I am Archibald IV, grandmaster arcanist, and I have come to- WOAH!" The boy's entire world went upside down. Or, more accurately, he did as his ankle was snagged by a vine that hoisted him up into the air, at the behest of his supposed quarry. The dryad woman, who'd simply stood there with a smirk as he started his spiel, chuckled, taking long, deliberate steps toward him. "D-Don't come any closer! I am an adept of fire magic, and you shall- wait, no, that's my staff! I need that!" Easily plucked away from his hands by another leafy apendage. He was now dangling from the air, unarmed and, for all intents and purposes, helpless in the monster's clutches. and he'd have made a damn racket about it too, if the woman didn't place a hand around his face, squeezing it tight.

"Well aren't you just the cutest little thing~? It is so nice of that adventurer's guild to think of sending me a gift! My, how to play with it first..." Weak fists thumped against the bark-like skin the dryad wore like armor, eliciting no reaction but a quiet giggle. "My, an active little one, aren't you? I supose we'll have to fix that... wouldn't want you hurting yourself, would we now? No, that just wouldn't do." And the monster crouched down, face to face with her victim, who looked positively enraged. Not that he could do much about it, really. "Close your eyes, now~"

Before he could even begin to formulate a retort, the woman had alright presented her palm upward, blowing on it and stirring tiny bits of pollen from her skin, flying in a small cloud, straight into his face, and into his nose. "Wh-What manner of foul conco- aah... aah-CHOO!" He sneezed, whole body rocking back and forth as it dangled from his branch. If he stayed like this too long, the blood would rush to his head. He had to think of a way to esc- aah-CHOO! To es... es... what was he just thinking about? He blinked, focusing back his foggy gaze on the dryad. Right! He had to defeat this monster and- and- aah-CHOO! And... wait, what came before the and? He was pretty sure stuff usually came before it... right? Anyway, where was he? And why was this pretty lady with hard skin taking off his robes? Something about that seemed somewhat concerning to Archibald. Maybe he should- aah-CHOO!

"There, there, much better now, no? You humans overthink things far too much, honestly. I already think for all the plants in my domain, so I don't mind thinking for you as well, okay Archie?" He was on the ground now, though the woman didn't think he realized it yet. Maybe she'd been a bit heavy-handed on the dosage. Already she could see the side-effects starting to act up, after all. The young mage wasn't at all bad looking, for a human, anyhow. The cutest little cheeks, an adorable pout as he kept sneezing his worries out, and, for as weak as he had been, his body wasn't entirely without tone, beneath the clothes she'd done away with. And for all his talk of needing his staff, the one he did have was more than respectable. Maybe. She wasn't too familiar with human standards. Regardless, it was that last point she'd need to focus on.

"Poor thing, my magic's got you all worked up, huh? It's not my fault your bodies are engineered so oddly... ah well, we should get that dealt with, shouldn't we, dear?" Archibald was, by now, only vaguely aware of the woman speaking. His mind was mostly a floating haze, and... something at the back of it told him this was bad, but he couldn't figure out why. It was... pleasant, like this. He could feel his shoulders relaxing for the first time in... in... some time. He didn't remember exactly. Really, as far as he could think of, he'd ALWAYS been tense. Now, he felt like was swinging through the air... oh. He was. Finally, he remembered that there was a world outside his own addled mind, and he checked up with his own senses just in time to realize that he was now suspended upright, by both wrists, and there was a mouth on his. Well, mouth. The lips were velvety-smooth, like petals, while the tongue that slowly danced with his had a rough, leaf-like quality to it. It was hard to focus on that when he could feel something else entirely down below... and... OH~

It felt amazing. That was just her hand, right? He didn't think hands were supposed to feel so... so... gnh, already? Already he was reaching a state he remembered well, even now, but never... never so INTENSE! The dryad parted their kiss, smiling down on him fondly as she kept pumping on his cock, a slow, steady rhythm to it with just the right amount o squeeze... of course, the way her own fluids interacted with humans, she knew anything he was feeling would be turned up to eleven. It wouldn't do to overwhelm the poor boy... yet. Oh, he was close, she could tell. Just a little push...

Archie was melting. He had to be. His body just felt so HOT, and he was on the edge of that peak of pleasure for... it felt like so long, but he knew it'd only been a few seconds at best. Every tiny tug on his cock sent another jolt through him, and all he could hope to do was even his breathing to stop himself from going lightheaded. And then, just when he knew he was about to finish... "Come on now, dear. You can do it~" The honeyed words seeped into his mind, absorbed by the spongey mush that was his brain at that moment. And he blanked out in bliss.

...

“More, dear?” The boy nodded frantically, breathing ragged and chest heaving up and down. The lazy smile now ever-present on his plush lips was once more parted by the vine that plunged into his throat, companion to the cup milking his cock relentlessly, though that one rarely left its spot. The dryad chuckled, gently stroking the boy’s hair as she watched him enjoy himself. If only all humans realized how good letting go might feel...

“You there, fiend! Release that boy this instant!” A tall woman, clad in shining silver armor and with a spear pointed at the monster, stood at the entrance to the clearing. The dryad simply smirked.

#bimboification #corruption #prompt #fantasy #dryad

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might-guys-acorn · 5 years

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do u have any hc's for weird facts about the konoha 11 (+sasuke)?

Yes! These babies are full of weird lil quirks. -🦎

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Naruto

Will have mini existential crisis' over dumb things. "Why do we blend things if theyre just gonna get all mushed up in our stomachs anyway? Are blenders just mechanical teeth???"

Has awful impulse control. Not just in battle, but little things too. Unties every shoelace in reach. What sound will this make if I drop it? Pocket? Let me put my hand in it

Has to jump up to touch the doorframe before he can exit any room. He's that kid, and we all know it.

Sasuke

Mumbles things under his breath, esp if hes annoyed. "Shut up and pay for your groceries, Joyce, the cashier doesnt care about your dog's surgeries."

Takes forever to order when eating out. Nothing sounds good, but maybe if I reread the menu 4 more times something will?

Accidentally activates his sharigan when hes surprised. Wouldnt be a big deal, but when hes stuck in the market and dodging everyone dramatically for 20 minutes, it gets a little annoying.

Sakura

Squeals at all cute things. Could see a particularly tiny ladle for a dollhouse and break everyones eardrums from excitement

Looks off into pretend sitcom cameras when someone has said something particularly dumb to her. Sometimes even makes up a laughtrack in her head, just to recover from other's stupidity.

Uses every single dish in the kitchen when she cooks. Theres no way for her to make a meal without simultaneously making a huge mess

Ino

Stops to smell every flower she sees. Its in her genes and shes done it for as long as she can remember

Goes to stores just to put on formal dresses and look at herself. Then always goes home and cries because she'll never have anything to wear them to.

Sings in the shower. At the top of her lungs. Or has imaginary conversations with people, and gets internally annoyed when they dont stick to her script in real life.

Shikamaru

Cant eat at a restaurant without being able to see the door. Will literally wait an extra 20 min for the booth closest to the exit.

Makes shadow puppets in his room when he cant sleep. Would die if anyone found out, but he gets bored, okay?

Has the same glow in the dark stars on his ceiling from when he was 5. Hes too lazy to take them down, and Choji makes fun of him for it everytime he sees them

Choji

Can't clean unless there's music on. Doing laundry is impossible unless he's dancing along to whatever is on the radio

Takes 30 seconds to pick out an outfit but will stand with the fridge open for hours trying to figure out the best snack

Hates wearing socks by themselves. Theyre all the restriction of shoes with none of the protection. Either put shoes on, or dont, but dont get halfway there and give up.

Kiba

Doesnt know how to feel about foxes. He loves dogs, but hates cats and a fox is almost both??? So what do I do with this information? It literally keeps him up at night.

Trips people for fun. Wont actually try to make you fall, but cant help but stick his foot out if you walk past him

Uses Akamaru as a wingman. Nothing gets ladies more than a cute guy with a cute dog, so he might as well use that to his advantage

Hinata

Says "Ow" everytime she hears a loud noise. Wont even be hurt, just cant stop herself.

Goes through times where she has to completely rearrange her room. Feels like shes turned her life around by the time shes done, swears nothing will be messy again, and gives up on cleaning after 2 weeks.

Loves astrology, and has mini conversations about it in her head. "Sasuke has been super weird lately" "Well mercury is retrograde, sooo"

Shino

Owns 30 pairs of sunglasses but only wears 1. The others just sit in his dresser collecting dust because he convinced himself he'd start wearing them but never will

Yells at his bugs like theyre children. "Pincer if you dont stop throwing a temper tantrum right now, Ill got home"

Will never take the last of anything, but wont get rid of the container until its empty. Always has a mostly empty milk carton sitting in his fridge next to a full one, because theres still milk in there!!! I cant waste it!!!!

Lee

Literally hates sleeping. Its such a waste of perfectly good time. Just because its dark does not mean I cannot enjoy my youth!!

Discovers and drops hobbies in the blink of an eye. Has so many unfinished projects lying around, from half-finished novels to a sweater he tried knitting but gave up after one sleeve

Unironically gives people finger guns all the time. He tells a semi-decent joke? Finger guns. Sees someone training? Finger guns. Confesses his love? You guessed it. Finger. Guns.

Tenten

Puts a gold star on her bedroom mirror when she does a good job on a mission. Its like a visual reminder that shes important to her team.

Has to run her fingers along every fence she walks by. Its a subconscious thing she does, and she doesnt even know why.

Sleeps with a knife under her pillow. Not for protection, but just because shes emotionally attached to it. Its her pillow knife, and she loves it.

Neji

Pretends like he knows everything. Even if he doesn't. "Did you hear about what they said in the news?" "Of course I did." *runs away to check the paper*

Falls asleep in strange positions. Once he woke up with his legs straight up against the wall and couldn't walk for 10 minutes from the lack of bloodflow

Secretly loves gossip. Will eavesdrop on strangers conversations just for the tea *cue 'oh my god, they were roommates' vine*

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softest-cinnamon-roll · 5 years

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amy :') could you write about reddie's first kiss under the stars?

summary: Eddie comforts Richie after the arcade. words: 1,673a/n: I am so sorry Di…your prompt just…fit :(

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Richie frantically wiped at his eyes as he sat on the park bench next to the Paul Bunyan statue. He felt like such an idiot, which made sense since Richie was a complete and utter joke. All he wanted to do was play a game in the arcade with a boy, and suddenly he had become the town fag.

He shook his head at the term and let out a shaky breath. It wasn’t that it wasn’t true, he just wasn’t ready to tell anyone yet…maybe not ever. It was his secret, and soon it would be spread around the town like wildfire. Just as that thought entered his brain, another sob broke out of his lips and he rubbed at his wet eyes, sitting his glasses to the side of him so they didn’t go missing.

Oh god. What would Eddie think when he found out? Would he still want to be his friend, or would he shut him out because of the mere thought of contracting a disease?

“Rich?” The voice of the very person in his thoughts cut through Richie’s inner monologue and he looked up, Eddie being nothing but a blurry image in front of him. “Hey, are you okay?”

Quickly, Richie rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt and pushed his glasses back onto his nose so he could see Eddie properly. His best friend had a concerned look on his face, watching Richie as though he was afraid the other boy would run away. “Heya, Eds.”

Eddie’s concerned look turned into one of annoyance and he crossed his arms, “Seriously, Rich? Here I was trying to be nice. What have I told you about calling me that?”

“You love it really, Spaghetti, don’t lie,” Richie laughed, reaching up to pinch Eddie’s cheeks playfully, earning him a smack. “You’re breaking my heart, Eds!”

Richie all but expected Eddie to give him another playful smack, or something, but instead Eddie just stared at him, blinking. “Richie why were you crying?” He asked. “And don’t…don’t make up some stupid joke because I heard you, I saw you. You were crying.”

“You’re very observant, Eds,” Richie laughed, but there was no humour in his voice. “It’s really nothing, honestly. I just had a rather shitty encounter with Bowers, that’s all.”

Eddie’s frown deepened and he moved to take a seat next to Richie, so close that his bare thigh was pressed up against Richie’s jean-clad ones. His heart skipped a beat. Fucking Eddie Kaspbrak and his ability to turn Richie into nothing but mush. “Richie, you know you can tell me anything right?” He said quietly, playing with his fingers.

A very small smile worked its way onto Richie’s lips and he stood up, making Eddie jolt, “C’mon Kaspbrak. Let’s go to the clubhouse yeah? Don’t really like being so exposed out here.” He started walking away, smiling a little wider as Eddie rushed to his side, walking side by side all the way to the clubhouse.

Luckily, none of the other losers were there and Richie made a beeline for the hammock before Eddie could, laughing at the expression on his best friends face. “Richie you always sit in the hammock! Let me have a turn!”

“Since when has me sitting on the hammock ever stopped you before?” Richie asked, raising a challenging eyebrow. Eddie rose to the bait and kicked off his shoes, jumping onto the hammock and shoving Richie so he could get comfortable. “See?”

“Ugh, you’re such an asshole,” Eddie rolled his eyes, but settled back on the hammock anyway, letting it swing from side to side. They fell into a comfortable silence, something that was uncommon between the two boys, but not unwelcome. “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on with you or am I going to have to guess?”

The smile left Richie’s lips as soon as Eddie brought up the whole reason they were here. He looked down and started to pick at a stray thread on the hammock, wondering where on earth he could start. He was fourteen and absolutely terrified that he was about to lose his best friend. However, he had to tell someone and out of all of the losers, he trusted Eddie the most. He always did.

Eddie was still staring at him, patiently waiting for Richie to speak. It was all so strange, as Eddie was always bantering with Richie, teasing him back just as much as Richie teased him. The silence was not like him at all. He swallowed and looked at the ceiling. “I- I was at the arcade and I was playing Street Fighter with this guy…Elliot. Turns out he was Bowers cousin and when- when I asked if he wanted to play again, Bowers called me a fag and practically screamed in my face. Real…real fun stuff.” He chanced a look at Eddie, who was still staring at him, waiting for him to continue. So he did. “The thing is Eds…Bowers he…he’s not wrong.”

That seemed to catch Eddie’s attention and he shifted in the hammock, “You…you like boys?” He asked, his voice quiet. “How…how long?”

Richie ran his hands through his curls, “It’s…it’s all very new but I- I think i’ve always known? I’ve always been attracted to guys more than girls. I- fuck…please don’t hate me, Eds.”

“Why would I hate you?” Eddie asked, confusion and hurt in his voice. He reached forward and linked their pinkies together, something that they did when they were comforting one another, something that always made Richie blush like crazy. “I’m…I’m really glad you told me.”

A breath of relief left Richie’s lips at that and he closed his eyes, feeling as though he was about to start crying again, but this time, of happiness. “Eds you, you have no idea what that means to me.” Eddie went silent again and Richie frowned, leaning a little closer to his friend. “Eds?”

“I’m…me too,” Eddie stammered out, looking up at Richie, fear in his eyes. “I mean…I like boys too.”

Out of all the things that Richie thought Eddie was going to say, that was not it. His jaw dropped and he stared at Eddie like a fish out of water, before his mouth caught up with his brain, “You- you like boys too?” He asked.

Eddie slowly nodded his head, his breathing slow and shaky, “I’ve never…never saw the appeal in a woman but…but when I see guys in magazines my stomach does this weird flippy thing and I just…yeah.”

They both sat there, in the hammock in their clubhouse, staring at each other as though the whole world had shifted. Richie still had so much he wanted to say. He wanted to tell Eddie that he had a crush on him, but he was also still scared. Eddie might have liked boys too, but that didn’t mean he liked Richie. He had to take things one step at a time.

Eventually, it started to get dark and a little chilly outside. Eddie was the first to move, rolling out of the hammock, and in the process, knocked Richie’s glasses off with his foot. At the action, Eddie snorted and fumbled for his glasses in the dark, too lazy to reach for the light that Ben had installed. “Here, sorry.”

Richie flushed as Eddie pushed his glasses back up his nose and his fingers brushed over his cheek. “Thanks, Eds,” he breathed. Their faces were inches away from each other and the air had suddenly changed…a weird feeling surrounding the two boys.

“Richie…don’t call me that,” Eddie breathed before he surged forward quickly, pressing their lips together in a soft, innocent kiss. They were directly under the hatch, the stars and the moonlight shining down onto them. As quickly as it began, Eddie pulled away, his cheeks flushed. “Rich-”

Before Eddie could continue talking, Richie closed the distance again, kissing Eddie back with a little more pressure this time, but still keeping it soft and sweet. When he pulled back, the two of them were smiling. “I’m a lucky man, I just had my first kiss under the stars.”

“Shut the fuck up you dork.”

* * * * *

Once they had gotten over the shock that they had actually kissed, Richie helped Eddie out of the clubhouse and they started the trek home. It was dark, and almost everyone would have gone to bed at this point, so Richie thought it safe to take Eddie’s hand in his, lacing their fingers.

They didn’t speak much on the way home, simply enjoying each others presence as they walked. However the closer they got to Eddie’s house, the more tense he became. Richie was starting to get a little worried, and it only became heightened when Eddie froze at the top of his street. “Rich…”

“Eds?” Richie asked, turning to face him, tilting his head to the side. “What’s wrong?”

“I- earlier…when I found you crying in the park.” Eddie swallowed thickly. “I- I was coming to tell you something really important and…and it’s been eating away at me all afternoon. Even more so since…since we kissed.” Tears were in Eddie’s eyes now, and it was making Richie more and more worried.

He reached forward and took Eddie’s other hand in his, squeezing them to let him know it was okay, that he could tell Richie anything, anything at all. “Eds, you can tell me anything, you know that right?”

“I’m moving,” Eddie blurted out and Richie felt his stomach drop right onto the floor at his feet, his cheeks going pale white. “I’m moving, Richie.”

“Wh-When?” Richie stammered out, his hands shaking like a leaf as he squeezed Eddie’s harder, not wanting to let him go. Not now, not ever. “Eds, when do you move?”

Eddie was quiet, and a stray tear ran down his cheek as he looked up into Richie’s eyes.

“Tomorrow.”

* * * * *

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stayrohazen777 · 4 years

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Shiny Blue

Rocky Drabble

dancer! Rocky

“MINHYUCK YOU FORGOT YOUR BACKPACK YOU IDIOT” Jinjin ran after him

“OH SHIT YOU’RE RIGHT”

“Will you ever get your head straight?” Jinjin smacked him lightly

“That might be a tad bit difficult” Rocky laughed

“Are we gonna talk about how you almost came to your classes WITHOUT your books?” Sanha teased him

“hahaha very funny now hurry up we’re already late”

“Y/N will you go get the books for me pleaseeeeeeeeeeee” MJ whined from beside you

“MJ why-”

“Oh hey look Rocky is here he can help you as well no go please” He pushed you slightly

“Who in the- also I don’t need help what do you take me for?” You rolled your eyes

“Rocky go with her she’s not listening to me and I need those damn books”

“Go by yourself then”

“Oh i like him already” You looked at Rocky with a smile

“Wait but for real why won’t you go get your own books” You glared at him

“I have to get lunch” MJ looked at his nails and left

“This mother-”

“It’s okay i’ll go you can go get your lunch” Rocky told you

“No I usually skip lunch anyway” You started walking

“Why?” He asked following up to you

“I spend my lunch in the dance room” You told him

“Oh you dance? Why haven’t I seen you in the team?” He questioned

“Oh I just dance for fun” You waved your hand and opened the door to the library

“Here are your books you lazy piece of-”

“Hi Y/N!” Eunwoo waved to you excitedly

“Eunwoo How are you?” You went and sat next to him

“How do you even know him?” MJ asked munching on his chips

“Oh we were partners in Chemistry class”

“Right she almost blew up the entire lab” Eunwoo laughed

“Okay that wasn’t my fault someone labeled the material wrong” You defended yourself

Sanha coughed

“Who is he?” You asked

“The one that labeled the material wrong” MJ stated

“IT WAS YOU?”

Time Skip ( about 3 months later?) :

“Sit with us at lunch today don’t go wherever you usually go” MJ whined

You just nodded your head

“Rocky?” You asked confused when you saw Rocky running towards you

“What do you want? I already-” MJ started

“It’s not about you chill” Rocky told him

“Y/N do you want to join the dance team?”

“What the fuck you dance?” MJ widened his eyes

“MJ shut up for once” You rolled your eyes

“I don’t know Rocky are there auditions?” You answered

“Yes next week”

“NEXT WEEK?”

“Are you auditioning for the dance team or not?” MJ asked you during lunch where Sanha was also present

“or” You deadpanned

Sanha choked on his food

“The fuck is wrong with you and coughing” You retorted

“He’s dumb” MJ said

“Yeah but he’s dumb cute” You said

You heard a slam on the table

“Rocky what even-”

“He’s mad. He does this when he’s mad” JinJIn explained

“What’s he mad about?” You questioned drinking your juice

“You calling Sanha cute?” Eunwoo laughed

“Funny” You rolled your eyes

“He’s mad because the professor was being a bitch but he wasn’t this mad” JInjin said

“Oh I gotta go practice now” You told them checking your phone clock

“I’ll come with you” Rocky suddenly said

“Okay”

“Hey are you sure you’re okay?” You asked him once you were in the practice room

“I’m not but I’ll be fine” He said starting to stretch

“If you wanna talk I’ll be here” You told him joining him with stretching

You started dancing to your routine and he was staring as if he was studying every move

“You dance really well” He said getting up

“Thank you” You smiled

You then watched him as he danced

“Woah you’re really good it’s like you completely change” You clapped your hands

He have you a heart-fluttering smile-

Quite literally

“Have you decided if you’re gonna audition or not?” He suddenly asked

“Yeah I probably will” You said

“Yay” He broke out his biggest smile and clapped his hands

He’s cute, He’s really cute you thought

Your mind was mush at this point

While going to dance again as it was your turn you tripped

and you both burst out laughing

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” He asked you between his laughter

“Yeah don’t worry I’m okay”

The day of the audition arrived and it was going to be held after college ended so that more time would be available

“Will you come to support me?” You asked the guys at the table

“No duh” MJ snickered

“Rocky my one and only hope will you be there?”

“Yeah I’ll be there don’t worry” He smiled

His smile just does something to you

It’s pretty

“ Are you done admiring Rocky?” Sanha asked suddenly

“Shut up Chemistry sabotage guy” You blushed

“OH MY GOD SHE’S BLLUSHING GET THIS ON CAMERA QUICK” MJ freaked out

“KIM MYUNGJUN I WILL END YOU”

You saw Rocky laughing and you hid yourself behind Eunwoo who was simply reading a book

You didn’t even realise how close you had become with those guys

They’re your family at this point

It’s been months only but no one can ever replace them

“Where is he?” You asked looking at your phone

“Oh well” You shrugged and went to the place where the audition was held

You waited quietly until it was your turn

“Okay just don’t fall and you’ll be okay” MJ suddenly came beside you

“What in the absolute fuck are you doing here?” You put a hand over your heart calming your nerves

“You said you wanted support”

“I thought you no duh-ed me” You crossed your arms

“Well I came now go” He gave you a smile and patted your head

You went up the stage and saw the judge panel

You turnt your head to the side and glared at the person in the middle

He shrugged slightly and gave you a small smile

“Even when i’m mad at him he’s still cute what the hell is wrong with me” You smacked yourself on the head and qued the music

“Thank you for participating we will get back to you” Rocky told you

“Oh I will get back at him-” You muttered under your breath

“What’s got you so pissed?” MJ asked you

“Rocky being the whole ass LEADER of the dance team and me not knowing” You said

“Oh you didn’t know?” MJ started walking off

“No i didn’t” You looked over to see Rocky laughing with a girl

“Who is she?” You asked MJ

“That’s his friend from high school”MJ chuckled

“Why are you laughing?”

“You’re glaring at the poor girl when he has a boyfriend”

“Oh”

“Look at your dumb smile” MJ held your face

“Hello” Rocky came with a stiff smile

“Hello” You glared at him

“I’ll leave now” Mj waved and left

“Look-” He started

“I was going to tell you blah blah blah It’s fine ” You laughed

“I was going to say that you were accepted but that too I guess” He smiled

“WAIT REALLY?”

He nodded

You hugged him tightly

“Thank you Thank you” You swayed from side to side

“You did well Y/N” He patted your head

“So we have the leader and his student here” Moonbin clapped

“She’s not my student” Rocky laughed

“Yeah that’s right i'm not his student” You rolled your eyes

“I won’t go easy on you though those competitions are-”

“I know I know you haven’t stopped rambling” You told him

“So like did you ask him on a date?” Sanha suddenly asked

“THE FUCKING MILK CAME OUT OF MY NOSE YOU BITCH” Rocky gave you tissues

“You wanted to ask me out?” Rocky smiled

“NO” You shook your head

“Why would I?’”

Everyone face-palmed

“Is she dumb?” Jinjin asked

“i gotta go guys” Rocky got up

“Wait where are you going-”

“OH FUCK” You realized what happened

“Minhyuck wait” You ran after him

“I told you to wait geez” You held his wrist

“Is there anything you want?” He asked

“Are you mad at me for what I said earlier? I didn’t mean it in a bad way I was just flustered sorry” You told him

“Why would you be flustered? It’s okay don’t apologise”

“Park Minhyuck are you acting dumb or do you actually not know?” You crossed your arms

“or”

“Ha funny”

“Rocky Hi” A girl suddenly came beside him

“Hi how are you? It’s been awhile since I saw you” He gave her smile

You stood there faking a smile

They talked for abit until she left

“Ahaahhahah you seem to have fun with her” You said laughing fakely

“Yes she’s very cute” He smile

“Okay i’ll just go-”e suddenly hugged you

“I was joking too you know” You wrapped your arms around his waist

“Yeah right”

“Anyway why did you suddenly leave?”

“Because I got embarrassed” He chuckled

“Oh?”

“Yes oh that’s the reply i wanted” He hugged you tighter laughing

“Okay but you did know and you were acting sly” You told him

“Know what?” He let go slightly and looked at you

“Minhyuck”

“hm?” He smiled

“You like me alot don’t you?” He spoke again

“Yes” You nodded

“I do too” He hugged you again

“Actually I do more” He let go and held your face

“Oh you’re blushingggg” He teased you

“Shut up” You smacked his chest

He kissed your head

2 months later:

“Oh yeah they’re definitely dating” Moonbin nodded

“Yeah they so are” Sanha smiled

“Do you have practice today?” MJ asked

You both nodded

“Y/N focus please you keep getting the steps wrong” Rocky sighed

“I’m sorry”

“What’s wrong with you today?” He asked you coming closer to you

“I don’t know Min I don’t know” You sighed

“Please Focus love mhm?” He gave you a quick pat on the head

After class you were still struggling with the moves and Rocky was pissed but he was obviously hiding it

“I’m so sorry for today” You told him sighing

“It’s fine it happens alot” He smiled

“No I ruined everything” You started tearing up

“No no no bub that’s not it” He held you by your waist

“I keep messing up in everything”

“No you’re not You’re doing amazing and I’m so proud of you”

“But you’re pissed”

“No i’m not”

“Min I know you”

“It’s not because of you I’m just stressed because of classes and the dance team I feel like i’m not having time to enjoy what I have right now”

“Min”

“Hm?”

“I’m so glad you’re here”You smiled at him

“I Love you so much” He looked at you

“I love you too, I love you alot Min”

He held your cheeks and kissed you

You blushed and he brought you closer for an embrace

“Look who’s shy” He teased you laughing

You let go and intertwined your hands together and kissed him again

“Look who’s shy now” You teased him back

“You’re unreal” He smiled hugging you kissing your head

“Thank you for being here”

“I always will be here bub” He said his arms around your waist tightening

Thank you for reading! <3

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afterfanfic · 4 years

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Hessa Imagine

Hey guys! As promised, here’s the vibrator fic just in time for Tessa’s birthday. I imagine this taking place when Hardin visits Tessa in Seattle before the gym scene. I had so much fun writing this, and I would love to hear any feedback! My ask is open for any requests... happy reading ;)

Hardin

“Hardin!” Tess calls from inside the bathroom, having just heard the shower shut off.

“Yes?” I ask, still sulking that she didn’t allow me into the shower with her.

“Can you bring me a change of clothes, please?” her voice is so sweet, and just hearing it melts my sour mood.

“Yes, dear!” I call back, smiling to myself at the corny phrase. I hear Tessa’s giggle through the door before I go to the dresser in her room to retrieve her clothes. I pull my worn black t-shirt from the floor hoping she’ll agree to wear it and a pair of those tight yoga pants that drive me crazy. I open her underwear drawer, excited to pick out which bra and panties she’ll wear. I rummage through, knowing she’ll have a fit when she sees her things in disarray, in attempt to find the red lace set that I love so much. But when I get to the bottom of the drawer, my jaw drops at what I find.

Tessa

“Theresa Lynn Young!” Hardin’s voice booms from my room, startling me as I brush through my wet hair. He sounds angry. What could he possibly be angry about now? Rolling my eyes and steeling myself for battle, I leave the bathroom in just my towel and head into my room. When I turn the corner, I see Hardin standing in front of the dresser with my underwear drawer open, and the bright pink vibrator that Kim got me in his hand. “What the fuck is this?” He still sounds angry, but perhaps a bit amused? I can tell he’s battling his feelings, trying to reign in his temper.

“Oh my god!” I shriek, literally shriek, before rushing over and yanking it out of his hands, tossing it to the bed. As if this situation couldn’t get any worse, after it hits the mattress it starts vibrating, filling the room with a low humming buzz. Could this be any more mortifying? I quickly run over to pick it up, but Hardin beats me to it, clicking it off and holding it in front of me. I sit on the bed and cover my face in embarrassment, I can feel myself blushing down my chest. “It was just a gag gift, Hardin!” I defend myself, but the fact that it’s a joke doesn’t make it any less humiliating. “Kim gave it to me as a joke after a night of drinking,” I’m rambling, trying to explain myself, “She knew we were… whatever we are,” I gesture between us, indicating the confusing distance relationship/non-relationship between us, “and she was saying that I should get a, you know,” I point to the offending object in his hand. “I was a little tipsy and I laughed and agreed, but I had no idea she was actually going to go out and get me one. The next day there was a gift on my bed, and it was… that.” I can’t even say the word, I feel so awkward. “I was going to throw it away as soon as I opened it, I swear, but I didn’t want to hurt Kim’s feelings so I just shoved it in the back of my drawer and forgot about it,” I finish my exhausting rant and return my face back to my hands. I hear a thump next to me, indicating that Hardin dropped the pink monstrosity back onto the bed, thankfully staying silent this time. I’m surprised when he grabs my hands from my face, gently pulling them away and bringing me up to stand in front of him. When I look up to gauge his reaction, his eyes are softened, and his expression is amused.

“It’s okay, relax, baby,” his hands stay intertwined with mine in front of us, his thumb rubbing small circles onto my skin. “I believe you.” I let out a sigh of relief. “So, you’ve never used it?” he asks, cocking his head to the side and flashing his dimples.

“No! Of course not,” I answer automatically.

“Have you thought about using it?” his voice is low, and I can’t help the tremor that passes through my body when I hear the rasp of it. I’ve lost my voice, only answering his question with a firm shake of my head. His lids lower in seduction, “so I’m still the only one who’s ever been inside of you?” His voice is nearly a whisper now. I gulp before nodding my head slowly, not trusting my voice not to falter. He knows how much his dirty mouth turns me on, I know I’m not fooling anyone. I turn to mush as soon as he gives me that look. “Say it,” he whispers, leaning in until I can feel his minty breath against my lips, just a mere inch away.

“You’re the only one,” I breathe out, helpless to his commands. My body is his, and he knows it. His lips latch onto mine as soon as the words leave my mouth in a passionate kiss. I moan as my tongue finds his as they dance together. Hardin pulls away far too soon, and I whimper at the loss of contact.

“What if I used it on you?” There’s mischief behind his eyes, but most of all he looks incredibly turned on. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head at his suggestion. He would want to use… that… on me? In me? It’s not nearly as long or thick as him, but it’s still quite intimidating.

“Wh-what?” I stutter, certain I must’ve heard him wrong.

“You heard me, Theresa,” he purrs, planting a quick kiss to the corner of my lips, still parted in shock.

“Have you... you know, done that before?” I ask nervously, not meeting his eyes.

“No, actually, I haven’t,” he answers honestly. I can feel the blush rising to my cheeks as I think of giving Hardin a first when it comes to intimate experience, and I clench my thighs trying to relieve the ache in my core. “I can tell you want to, baby,” his lips capture mine in a searing kiss before pulling away and looking directly into my eyes. “Do you want to play?” his voice is low as his dimple pops with his devilish smirk, and I know I’m done for. I swallow and nod my head in agreement.

Hardin

I knew I could get Tessa to agree to my proposition. She likes to act innocent, but deep down she’s my dirty girl, and I wouldn’t have her any other way. I originally was outraged at the thought of Tessa using a vibrator to get herself off, but now that I can picture her splayed across the bed pumping it in and out of her, it’s really fucking hot. It’s even hotter to picture myself using it on her. I’m surprised I’ve never dabbled with toys with any of the girls I’ve fucked before, but I guess I shouldn’t be considering I never cared about their pleasure, only mine. I definitely care about Tessa’s pleasure. I’d do anything to see her face as she comes, biting the pillow or screaming my name into her hand. I snap out of my fantasies back into reality—which just happens to be my fucking fantasy. “Say it,” I goad her, loving to hear her admit how kinky she really is.

“Yes,” she breathes out, “I want you to.” She’s still acting a bit shy, but her inhibitions will definitely lower as I work my magic.

“Good girl,” I praise her before molding my lips to hers in attempt to loosen her up. I tug at her towel, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her completely bare, and gently guide her back onto the bed. I hover my body over hers before using one arm to yank my t-shirt off and toss it to the floor. Holding my weight on my elbows, I begin placing light kisses on her nose, cheeks, lips, before continuing my assault down her jawline and neck. The kisses become more fevered as I work my down to her breasts, taking one in my mouth while my hand pinches her other nipple.

“Hardin,” she moans in pleasure, my absolute favorite sound in the world aside from her laughter. I trail open mouthed kisses back up her neck, biting her earlobe before capturing her lips in mine again. She’s much more relaxed and turned on now as her tongue greedily finds mine, her hands tugging at the roots of my hair the way she knows I fucking love. I snake one of my hands between our bodies to her tight little pussy.

“Always so fucking wet for me,” I hiss as I run my fingers through her moisture, plunging two fingers inside her and pumping at a steady pace. I swallow her moans as I continue moving in and out of her, I’m going to need her nice and sated before introducing the vibrator into the mix. I slowly slide myself down her body until my mouth is right where I want it, my favorite place to be. I suck her clit in my mouth, biting gently before using my tongue in a flickering motion. I pick up the pace with my fingers as her hands yank tighter in my hair and her legs begin to shake. “Come for me, Tessa,” I command, and she does not disappoint. Her legs stiffen as she comes on my tongue and I greedily lap up her sweet juices. I climb back up her body as she catches her breath, a lazy smile plastered on her gorgeous face. I am so fucking hard right now straining against these tight fucking jeans and I need some relief. I quickly stand to pull down my pants and boxers before taking my place on top of her again. I straddle her naked body and pick up the pink vibrator lying next to her. Her breath picks up a little with anxiety, but I can tell her hormones are winning the battle.

“Open,” I tell her, my thumb tracing her plump bottom lip. She looks a bit unsure, but after meeting my gaze her nerves seem to vanish as she opens her mouth. I place the tip of the vibrator on her tongue. “Wider,” I speak in a low voice, completely entranced by this beauty splayed out underneath me. She acquiesces and I slip more of the shaft into her waiting mouth. My cock twitches imagining her lips around me instead. “Suck, baby, get it nice and wet,” and like the absolute vixen she is, takes more of it in her mouth and swirls her tongue around it. She peeks up at me under her batting eyelashes like a fucking porn star, my own personal porn star, as I groan at the erotic sight. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me, I can tell by the wicked glint in her eyes. Fuck, I love her so much. I remove the vibrator from her mouth and slowly trail it down her neck. I can see her pulse pumping underneath the smooth skin of her neck and her chest is rising and falling at a rapid pace in anticipation and desire.

As soon as I reach the swell of her breast, I hit the switch onto the lowest vibration setting. Tessa gasps at the sensation in surprise, but the gasp quickly turns into a moan as I bring the vibrating tip to her sensitive nipple, circling around the puckered bud. “Tell me how it feels, baby,” I urge her to use her words, to hear the pleasure thick in her voice. I can feel her trying to squeeze her legs together, but underneath the weight of my body I won’t allow her the sweet relief just yet. She moans in response to my question as I switch the vibrator to her other breast, repeating the same tantalizing motion as before. I switch off the vibration abruptly and she whimpers. “Use your words. I want to hear how dirty you are,” I coax her with my filthy mouth hoping she’ll let her guard down.

“So good,” she whispers, “Please, Hardin,” I love to hear her beg. Fuck, I’m hard as a fucking rock right now with this goddess trusting me with her body like this. I continue my descent, keeping the vibration on the lowest setting until it reaches the apex of her thighs.

Tessa

My breath hitches as Hardin moves the vibrator lower, trailing it achingly slow down my stomach before rubbing it through my folds. I let out a long moan, the vibrating feeling so foreign yet intoxicating, especially when paired with the intense gaze of Harden. I can’t take my eyes off of his as he moves the tip of the vibrator to my most sensitive bud. I let out a yelp as the vibration hits my clit, my legs already beginning to shake. Hardin’s mouth is slack as he stares down where the vibrator meets my tender flesh. He drags the shaft down and places the tip at my wet entrance, teasing me with little circles. He slowly pushes the vibrator inside of me, inch by inch until it’s seated all the way inside. Hardin pulls it out just as achingly slow before repeating the movement. I can’t help the sounds that my mouth releases, I’m overwhelmed with sensation. It doesn’t feel as good as Hardin inside me, but it certainly doesn’t feel bad either.

“Fuck, this is so fucking hot, Tess,” Hardin whispers through gritted teeth as he picks up the pace a little faster. He presses the button and the vibration gets faster as I let out a little scream, quickly moving my hand to my mouth to stifle the sound. My eyes are rolling back in my head as I listen to Hardin’s harsh breathing and the low hum of the vibration mixing together. “You act like you’re so innocent, baby,” he presses the button again and the vibration pulses rhythmically inside of me. “But look at you, spread out on the bed with a silicone cock inside of you,” he growls seductively. My insides clench at his dirty words. I open my eyes and see Hardin’s eyes glued to where the vibrator is moving in and out of me, coated with my moisture. The animalistic gaze in his eyes almost pushes me over the edge. I can see how hard his cock is as he straddles my body, ensuring that my legs can’t close.

“T-touch yourself, Hardin,” his eyes snap up to meet mine as I struggle to get the words out through my moans. He looks surprised at first, but quickly regains his confidence as his smirk appears on that gorgeous face. “Please,” I whine, needing to see him pleasure himself. I’m no longer worried about being embarrassed by this act. This is me and Hardin, and I trust him with my life. The hand that’s not pumping the vibrator in me swiftly moves to his shaft as he begins stroking himself in time with the thrusts of the vibrator. I can’t peel my eyes away from his hand, the veins prominently showing through the skin as he grasps himself.

“You like watching me get myself off, do you?” he teases, but not in a malicious way. “I fucking knew it, my dirty fucking girl.” He switches the vibrator to a higher level and begins pumping even faster, the hand on his cock matching the pace.

“Hardin,” I whine as I feel my release coming. My stomach is coiled, waiting to be released, and I can tell he’s close as his abdominal muscles contract.

“I fucking love you so much, Tessa,” he groans. “Come for me, baby, come all over this vibrator for me.” My hands grip the sheets until my knuckles are white before grabbing the pillow next to me and smothering my face to scream into. I have to muffle the inhuman sound coming from deep inside of me. I see stars behind my eyes as everything inside of me explodes and pulses around the vibrator. “Holy fucking shit,” I hear Hardin groan before feeling his warm release shooting all over my stomach in spurts. Just when I think he’s done there’s even more. Hardin pulls the vibrator out of me, switches it off, and tosses it to the side before flopping down beside me. He gently pulls the pillow from my face and I turn my head to look at him. We’re both still catching our breath as I watch his gaze lower to where his release is on my stomach. “I haven’t come that hard in a fucking while,” he breathes out with a tired laugh. I can’t help the lazy smile that spreads on my face when he looks back up at me.

“Hi,” I giggle, not knowing what to even say after that experience. I’m not ashamed or embarrassed, I’m exhilarated knowing that Hardin and I just shared another first.

“I love you so much,” Hardin’s voice turns serious as he gazes into my soul. My heart skips a beat at his candid confession, his expression so unguarded and vulnerable. I lift my hand to caress his cheek and he leans into my touch.

“I love you, Hardin,” I say with all sincerity. “I guess we should probably clean up,” I say, looking down at the sticky mess on my stomach.

“I don’t know,” Hardin smirks. “It suits you quite well.” I roll my eyes and we both laugh, blissfully satisfied and unconditionally in love.

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