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faetreides · 1 month

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summary: situationship!rafe cameron x afab nerd!reader

cw: angst undertones w/ a hopeful ending, black cat!coded reader x whatever rafe would be, suggestive action in the shower & mentions of off screen nsfw (cum and thigh fucking but the latter is a bit more graphic lol) , class differences, rafe is pathetic and weird, implied drug use, rafe beats a man but you can decide if he killed him, reader has implied mental health issues and low self esteem, ambiguous feelings on rafe’s part (he said ily but he could be lying), dark content themes, rafe calls reader kitty in both a mean way and a pet name way, if the thing with reader’s first crush sounds too real that’s cause it is 🤫, started my period while i was formatting this (i just thought y’all should know)

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“Hey, babe, would you be a good kitty and let me in?” Is what you’re greeted with when you swing open your screen door. Rafe Cameron looks pleased as punch, all things considered, soaking wet due to the pouring rain and no doubt high as a kite.

The slurred speech doesn’t alarm you as much as the river of blood flowing from his mouth.

“Jesus Christ, Rafe, what the fuck?” You try to sound harsh but the fuck is noticably softer than your other words and Rafe smiles, more blood drips down his chin.

You look over his shoulder to see his bike on its side in the dirt, it’s raining and you just know he’ll be pissed to see the mus clinging to it tomorrow. But for right now, you have an injured situationship to patch up.

He stumbles as you struggle to yank him aside, and he sways but collapses on your couch. You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to lose your shit immediately. The audacity of this man to waltz in on you barely alive and expect some twisted kind of comfort, after everything.

“I was studying you know, textbooks are expensive so don’t start getting your blood on them.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I know.”

Rafe grunts but keeps his body away from your books. That’s the least he can do, the bare minimum. You sigh and walk over him, kneeling in front of the couch. His eyes are dazed and unfocused as you brush the hair away from his forehead, but his fingers twitch.

“Why did you come here, Rafe? To me?” You whisper, tired and unamused.

You’re startled by his harsh cough, his fingers twitch in your direction again, “ ‘Was nowhere else, wanted you.”

Isn’t that good enough?

You blink dumbly at that, but you have no answer for his crazed ramblings so you slap your knees and make your way to the bathroom. You procure a wet washcloth and some measly bandages, he would just have to deal with it. Rafe’s eyes drag towards you when you kneel back in front of him and bring the cloth to his mouth.

You avoid his stare as you sop up the copious amounts of blood, praying that this wouldn’t need a visit to the hospital. In some ways, you’ve seen too much blood since Rafe Cameron decided to make a mockery of your existence. The gaggle of rich girls he used to have on each arm disappeared but he excused it by detailing his plans to lead you on in front of his friends, checking to see if you were in ear shot.

There’s nothing you did, in your mind. You stuck to yourself and somehow invited the attention of some psycho. That’s the hardest part of the situation, you can’t pinpoint a true beginning. You can only remember being in this murky middle, devoid of an ending. Rafe does have a pretty face though, unfortunately, the water from cloth making his skin glisten. You’ll throw the rag out after this, there’s no point trying to get the stain of blood out of anything.

Eventually, you’re done with the first part and have an excuse to turn away from him. You get back on your feet to reach for the bandages but a groan coming from behind stops you. You turn around and freeze when Rafe buries his nose into your lower stomach, barely brushing the top of your mound over your pajama shorts. He hisses through his teeth in pain as he pushes your shirt up with his bloodied knuckles.

“Rafe Cameron, what the hell are you-“

“ ‘Smells good as fuck, love you.”

You refuse to admit that you love him too, you can’t give him that. Okay, now shit’s really getting out of hand. He dips his head to get closer to your pussy but the second you see the tip of his tongue touch your shorts, you direct his face back to your stomach. You’ve never gone further than ‘will they-won’t they’ type touches with Rafe, but you just can’t give in no matter how much you lie awake at night thinking about it.

“All this is because of you, you know that? You fucked me up and made pummel the crap outta that guy.” The vibrations his clumsy words send through you gives you a serious case of the shivers, so you distract yourself by running your fingers through his matted hair. Because of course there’s blood on his head too. You’d usually chalk what he’s saying up to drugs and insanity, but with Rafe you just never know.

“What?”

“He said maybe I should lay off you so he could have a piece instead, and I just…. lost it. Why should some chump get a part of what’s all mine?” He says with a startling amount of clarity, voice flat and low.

You don’t designate him with a response, and truth be told he doesn’t want you too. You stretch for what in actuality is a $3 dollar package of hello kitty bandaids and rip the white coverings off a few of them. He makes god awful sounds as you apply them to his mouth, head, and hands. The mess in his hair probably isn't his but your conscience won't let you leave it alone. Something foreign to your head and your heart won’t let you leave him alone.

You decide to put the knife in your back all on your own and look up into his eyes. They’re too half lidded to get a clear reading on them but you’re afraid to rely on the emotions underneath the surface. You used to be scared that he couldn’t feel anything. Now, the idea of Rafe Cameron believing he’s in love is far more terrifying.

He’s a bit ridiculous with My Melody, Kuromi, and Keroppi all over himself, you can’t help the small smile that comes over you. You quickly flatten it before he can get too pleased with himself but the fingers curled against your tummy spasm as they spread out to caress your skin. Rafe has an unreadable look on his face as he smears blood over your womb, but you think if you step away he’ll lunge at you.

“I can help you wash the blood off in the shower.” Saying that is in no way a promise of commitment or change, but it might be the closest you ever get.

You’re used to scraps, scraps are fine.

And well, for much you pride yourself on being perfectly fine being alone, it’s achingly human to crave being loved more than anything else. You wander aimlessly because you won’t go where you’re not wanted, and for the longest you’ve been wanted nowhere. But here you are, obsessed over by someone who everyone wants.

Maybe you’re sick of trying to make all the right decisions if this is where it gets you, cold and alone. Is it so bad to not care anymore? It couldn’t be worse than when your first crush told you he loved you and then had a baby with your bully, you reason. Or when he dated one of your friends and she would “joke” about marrying you when you were alone.

The short trip to the shower is awkwardly silent, you have to lead Rafe and make sure he doesn’t trip. You stare more than any Twilight character as you help each other strip. You try to avoid the bruises on Rafe’s torso, but he chuckles about how “You should see the other guy, kitty.”

So you don’t back away when he slows the trajectory of your calloused hands and drags them up his body. Your nails are bitten unevenly, some leave scratches on his abs and some don’t. It’s exhilarating to see Rafe Caneron’s thread come undone, to watch as he tilts his head back and sighs. You rest your hands on his pecs and kiss the hollow of his throat before you can stop yourself.

You won’t mention the squeak he tries to stifle with the back of his balled up fist.

You step away from him to be vulnerable in return, his satisfaction is much more evident this time around. He rips your camisole in two and unhooks your bra too well, clearly having had practice. He cups your breasts in his hands with tenderness that you’d think is out of character for him. Rafe doesn’t even honk them in the dude bro way that you’d always assumed he would. No, he… massages the flesh in his palms between slow squeezes.

“Don’t see why you’re so insecure about these, I like them just fine.” He huffs, bending down to motorboat you before pulling you in the shower through his grunts of pain and exertion.

You notice that he doesn’t steal a glance at your pussy, almost like he’s scared of seeing it bare and puffy… and wet.

You like to feel like a boiling lobster in the shower, so you turn the dial the same direction as always. You’re worried that Rafe will hate the sting but when the water hits, he moans with an open mouth, eyes shut tight. Before your next breath, you’re pushed against the wall and now the blood’s in your mouth as you're taken into a french kiss right out the gate.

You go with it against your better judgment, until Rafe pulls away to pant against your collarbone. His next kiss is softer, shy like it’s an unknown thing to the two of you. His lips glide and mesh with yours as the water trails down in between your slick bodies. You feel like you’re going to pass out but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

You open your eyes to see the water at the base of the shower run red, and you lose yourself in the swirling motion until the pop of your honey scented shampoo bottle lid snaps you out of it.

“Turn around kitty, ‘said I'd help you scrub down.”

He’d be embarrassed if you said it, but it’s obvious he’s never done this before. He’s like a bull in a china shop gathering you up in a loose bundle and sloppily spreading the soap throughout it. You stay silent, preferring to bask in the absurdity of it all.

Washing Rafe’s hair takes less time, but like he did when you were cleaning him up earlier, he chooses to stare at you the entire time. You scratch his head to really work the shampoo in there and get the dried blood out, he latches onto your wrists and lets his eyes drift shut. He makes it inconvenient to help him when he kisses your jawline, but you allow it.

“Thanks, you’re pretty good with your hands.” Rafe whispers with a wry grin, pecking your mouth and dropping to his knees. Your pomegranate body wash in his uninjured hand. The amount he squirts onto the dollar store loofah on his other hand is a touch too generous.

You have to replace the hello kitty bandaids when the originals fall off after Rafe steps out of the shower minutes later, he insists on it. You make him lean against the bathroom counter and watch as you take a second shower to clean out the cum, he wears a petulant frown the whole time.

You’re bent over that same counter when you’re back in his orbit, teary eyes wide as he fucks your plush thighs.

The rain turns into a thunderstorm outside.

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niki-phoria · 29 days

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RULER OF MY HEART / YOU ARE FOREVER BEAUTIFUL

pairing: kamo choso x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 457

notes: possibly ooc choso, not proofread, i've been consuming so much angst lately lmao this was written purely to make me feel better, title from VIVINOS - ruler of my heart

CHOSO is gorgeous. in the glow of the afternoon sun, his dark eyes remain trained on your tv screen, taking in the vibrant colours flashing across the screen at all times. you smile softly when he turns so his gaze meets your own.

“you’re staring,” he says.

“you’re handsome,” you smile, chuckling quietly when choso looks away. the tips of his ears burn a bright red, just barely visible from behind his bangs. “can i play with your hair?”

choso furrows his eyebrows as he glances over at you once again. he cocks his head in utter confusion, trying to make sense of your words. “can you do what?”

“play with your hair.” you shift a little closer to him, reaching up to push a stray strand from his bangs back behind his ear. “i just want to run my hands through it. i’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

“alright,” he nods. choso’s face flushes; a deep blush spreads up his neck and across his cheeks. “you can do whatever you want.”

settling himself in front of you, choso remains still as you carefully undo the ties holding his hair in place. the strands maintain a slight curl and are slightly crimped from hours of being tied in two buns. he tenses when you reach up, slowly beginning to run your fingers through the strands.

choso’s hair is surprisingly soft and thick. the ends just barely reach his shoulders when not trapped in the confines of two buns. you smile when he begins to relax, unconsciously leaning into your touch. he allows his eyes to flutter shut, completely losing himself in the comforting feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

it’s an foreign feeling for choso - comfort. his fate had been decided for him as soon as the existence of a half-curse was confirmed. and yet, he had found himself relaxing in your small apartment, basking in the afternoon sun with his lover. being loved feels like the heat of a fire on a cold night - once it’s there, pulling away makes the sting hurt twice as much.

the complexities of human relationships were strange to choso. he still didn’t quite understand the reason why he enjoyed when you would wrap your hand around his own or when you pressed kisses to his cheeks - just that it made him feel good.

and, for a still unknown reason, your nails gently scratching against choso’s scalp also felt good.

choso opens his eyes as soon as he feels your hands slip out of his hair. “please keep going,” he mumbles, guiding your hand back towards his head. “it feels nice.”

you softly chuckle beneath your breath, carefully entangling your fingers around the strands once again. “okay, love.”

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monster-disaster · 10 months

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[orc] Zorag Iron - 1/3

orc!Zorag Iron x human!Reader - 1/3 Good to know: enemies to lovers

Summary: You go into the office to help out your father. You meet Zorag.

A/N: My first story in this blog begins in Ironridge with the boss's daughter and Zorag the orc.

The pitter-patter of heavy raindrops echoes in the small building. The drumming on the metal roof is a constant hum in the background. A low rumble mixes with the noises every now and again. It comes from the mountains, vibrating through the air. Another lighting flashes in the distance. And another thunder shakes the office. You can barely hear the clicking of the keyboard as you work on another email. You have to think through your words several times because your attention wanders away from the bright screen every few minutes. You glance at the window again. Droplets run down the glass. Rain cascades down from the dark sky. The light of your laptop highlights the slope of your nose and the curve of your lips. Your eyes seem brighter under the whiteness of the webpage.

Well, the forecast was wrong. You don't even remember the last time you saw the sun for more than a few minutes.

Suddenly, your attention focuses on the tall figure getting closer through the heavy curtain of the rain. He looks like a shadow in his dark clothes and boots. You can't see his face because of the hood of his coat. His movements are fast despite his burly stature.

Before you know it, the door of the office opens and shuts with a loud bang, and the floor gets covered in mud and water within a few moments.

The soaked fabric falls back from his head, showing you his black dreadlocks and frowning expression. You match his reaction.

"Do you really have to bring in all the dirt from outside?" You break the silence first. "Doormats exist for a reason." The small wrinkle between his thick brows deepens. "I didn't know you were here," he grunts. "So if I'm not here, it's okay to be dirty."

Zorag's head already hurts as he stares at you. The persistent throbbing at the back of his skull gets worse with each word you say.

"Why are you even here?" Zorag asks. "There is nothing to do in this weather," he points at the window. The long rows of timbers glisten with dark sheen in the midst of the downpour. Wide puddles gather and shimmer on the sawdust-covered ground. Rolling your eyes, you straighten your posture. "I know that." Your father got sick a few days ago after working in the pouring rain. He is now home under your mother's care while you are in the office, helping out. Even though the other workers can't do much in this weather, you can still get some jobs done on the computer. "And I'm working," you reply to his original question. "But what are you doing here? You know, besides ruining the floor." Your snarky comment meets with Zorag's growl. His lips pull up in a grimace, showing off his teeth and drawing your attention to his teeth. The hoops around the base of his tusks match the ring hanging from his nose. "I came here to make sure the storages are closed and protected from the rain." "Well," you huff. "They are closed. I checked them in the morning."

The orc says nothing for long seconds. His nostrils flare, and his eyes darken. You know he tries to keep his patience in check. Nothing good comes from fighting with the boss's daughter even though you already did it several times and you never used your position against him.

"So you can clean up after yourself and go."

The deep rumble of his chest mixes with the thunder vibrating in the dark clouds. You can feel it both in your bones and between your legs. Your thighs clench for some friction.

"Listen, woman!" "What?" You snap. "It's your mess!"

And damn it, you are right. Zorag just hates it when he has to obey you, especially when your lips curl into that annoying smile that shouts arrogance and victory. His thick fingers tighten into fists. The black raincoat stretches around his trunk-like arms.

"You can find everything you need in the storage room," you add when the tall orc continues glaring at you without saying anything.

You turn back to your laptop while Zorag reluctantly moves to the storage room to mop up the floor after himself. You are eyeing the screen again, trying to remember where you left it, but your mind isn't as obedient as the orc in front of you. Zorag's tall and sturdy form fills the small space. He almost looks comical as he mops up the metal floor. He could break the stick with ease, even in an accident. Small drops still fall from his thick hair, soaking his coat and leaving a few faint marks on the ground.

You should really focus on work. You didn't leave your house early in the morning to get anything done. Just a few emails and a quick check of the orders and deliveries. You should be done with them already.

"Why did you come in anyway?" He asks but doesn't look at you. "You can do them at home too." "I left the laptop here," you reply. "And I wanted to leave the house a bit. It gets boring." He grunts in answer, but you have no idea if it's an agreement or not.

"It's done," Zorag grunts, disappearing into the other room for a second. "I'm going home." "Bye." You don't even look at him. You stared at him long enough already.

The door closes behind him, and you abandon your mailbox to try something else. The messages can wait. Your gaze swipes over the documents with long lists of dates and names. Most of them are familiar. Clients for years.

You pause on a company name in the nearby city with today's date.

Fuckfuckfuck

Jumping up from the chair, you grab your things, lock the door and run out of the pouring rain with a sudden urgency. Your raincoat hangs from your arm with your bag on your shoulder. Your hair and clothes get soaked within a few seconds. The cold drops run down your temple and stick your shirt to your body.

The door of one of the storages opens with loud creaks as you pull on the heavy metals. Your shoes slip in the mud, and you really need all your strength to open the building.

Your day couldn't get any better.

Zorag watches the whole scene from inside his car. He should leave. Why does he care what you are doing in your free time?

"What are you doing?" His voice booms through the sound of the rain behind you. "Oh my god!" You groan. "Why are you still here?" "What are you doing, woman?" He questions you stubbornly. "We have a delivery for today," you tell him, handing him the paper as you step into the building. You are grateful the rain doesn't reach you anymore, but it doesn't matter, anyway. You are soaked. "Leave it to me," he says after reading the paper. "Go home and… change your clothes." You will get sick if you stay like this. You are almost offended as he looks over you with his usual grimace. You scoff. "I can do it." "I didn't say you can't." "Then go home." If you are lucky enough, you will be home before the night falls. It shouldn't take long since the city is close, and you know the way without a navigator. For the orders, a smaller van would be enough with the company's logo on it. It calms you down a bit. You wouldn't feel comfortable driving a bigger vehicle.

Meanwhile, Zorag watches with a deep frown and a light snarl on his lips. His eyes are even darker than the sky outside. You definitely know what you are doing, and for a second, he almost turns out of the building to leave you if you are so stubborn, but damn it. He knows he will feel guilty later. His ma didn't raise an orc who would leave a woman without helping her first.

"Get in the car," he says after a while. "I will pack the things we need. And I will drive."

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reputationmunson · 11 months

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Crossing Lines | s.h x fem!reader

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

series summary: steve isn’t your biggest fan, so why does he ask you to be his date to a wedding? | enemies to lovers, fake dating

chapter summary: your first date with Steve! and more :)

content: fluff, secret relationship, kissing, steve feeling insecure, mentions of eddie having a crush on reader, reader wears steve’s shirt, reader and steve being so in love it hurts, swearing, she/her pronouns, pet names, use of y/n, barely proofread

word count: 4.5k

a/n: IT’S FINALLY HERE! thank you for all being so patient with me and i hope the wait was worth it. (i also made steve softer than originally intended but i couldn’t help myself). also this is not the final chapter!!

thank you to @strwbrrydaydreams for listening to me talk about this chapter and for all of your kind words. i appreciate you so much ❤️

You had a date with Steve tonight. A date. With Steve Harrington.

The same guy who, not so long ago, acted like just you existing was to spite him, the same guy who acted like being in the same room with you was pure torture, and the same guy who groaned after every time you spoke.

He wasn’t that guy anymore, though. You hoped, at least.

Steve kissed you silly two nights ago. He slept in your bed, nothing nefarious, just two people who no longer hate each other sharing body heat and kisses under covers. Then when he left for work the next morning, he pressed a soft, barely there, kiss to your temple.

He called you that night and asked you on a date. Due to the fact that you were keeping whatever was going between you two from your friends, you decided on a night in at your place.

Just because you were staying in didn’t mean you weren’t going to put in any effort. You spent the whole day cleaning your apartment until it looked good enough to be in a magazine. You spent an embarrassing amount of time on your makeup until it was perfect. You even went out and got a new dress. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a simple sundress, but you thought it made you look pretty and you hoped Steve thought the same thing.

You had candles lit, popcorn for the movie popped, and a bottle of wine ready to be poured in case things were awkward.

There’s no way it won’t be a little weird going from barely being able to stand each other to…dating? You weren’t even sure what to call it. You knew you and Steve had to talk about it. You liked Steve, a lot, but there was also a bit of hesitation. He was so mean to you and he gave you a little explanation as to why the night of the wedding, but it was still confusing.

Would he be hesitant too? Would he freeze at your touch? Would he still be cold towards you?

Or would he be the sweet Steve you used to know?

You check the clock hanging on your wall and realize you don’t have time to worry about this as Steve would be here any minute.

Your leg bounces anxiously as you hear footsteps approaching your door, followed by a knock. You take a deep breath, unlocking and opening your front door. Your nerves disappear when you see Steve. He looks so handsome, something you can really appreciate now. He has his hands behind his back, like he’s hiding something.

“Hi” you quirk your brow “whatchya got there?”

“You’re gonna think I’m so lame” he cringes. “I already do. Did you get me a present?” you grin.

Steve chuckles at your excitement and moves his arms from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Steve” you whisper and your face softens. “How’d you know my favorite flowers?”

“You told Robin one time and I guess I never forgot” he tells you and hopes you don’t make fun of him for remembering a mundane detail, but knowing you, you definitely will.

“Wow” you breath out “you are so obsessed with me, aren’t you?” you joke and he playfully rolls his eyes. “Hey, you’re the one that got a new dress today” he teases. “How’d you know it’s a new dress? See, obsessed!” you counter and he throws his hands up in defense as a way to say “alright you got me. I might be obsessed”.

“Are you going to invite me in or just let me stand out here while you bully me?” He cocks his head to the side and you pretend to ponder over your answer. “I guess you can come in since you got me flowers”

Steve follows you inside and into your kitchen. You rummage through your cupboards trying to find a makeshift vase for your flowers while Steve admires you. He wonders how soon he’s allowed to kiss you. Does he wait until the end of the night? Or can he steal kisses throughout the entire date? All he’s been thinking about for the past two days is kissing you. He’s not sure he can wait much longer.

“Hey” he whispers, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. “You look really pretty” he says and his hand cups your cheek. You lean into his touch, partially to try and convince yourself that this is real .“this is sorta weird” you mutter and his brows furrow. “Weird?” he questions.

“Not like a bad weird, just different. I’m not used to you saying stuff like that” you confess “Oh, sorry. You look so bad tonight. Truly horrendous” he jokes and you stick your tongue out at him. “Meanie”

“Let me make it up to you” he says, stepping closer so your bodies are pressed together. His lips brush over yours, but he doesn’t kiss you yet.

“So pretty” he mutters against your lips. Your hand cups the back of his neck as you decide you can’t wait much longer and press your lips to his.

As you kiss Steve, you realize there’s no point of return. There’s no world in which you could go back to hating him, or even just being his friend, after you know what it feels to be kissed by him.

A simple kiss has never made you so weak in the knees before or made you feel like you had a zoo of butterflies in your stomach.

The hand not on your cheek moves to rest on your lower back, keeping you as close as possible to him. You can’t help but smile, totally messing up the kiss. “Sorry” you chuckle and he rests his forehead on yours. “It’s okay. I’d smile if I was kissing me, too”

“Oh my god” you groan before chuckling. “You’re insufferable, Steve” you kid, no malice in your tone.

“So insufferable” he jokingly agrees. “Do you wanna watch a movie now?” he asks, nodding in the direction of the living room. “yeah, um, but, is it okay if we talk first?” you nervously ask. “Yeah, sure. You’re not breaking this off already, are you?” he jokes and you shake your head. “No it isn’t like that. C’mon, let's sit.” you grab his hand and lead him to sit on the couch.

“So,” you start and fiddle with the hem of your dress “I wanted to talk about us, I guess. I mean, not that long ago I swore you hated my guts and now you’re bringing me flowers and kissing me in the kitchen. I think it’s just making my head spin, ya know?”

“Yeah, I understand. When I was buying flowers for you I kept thinking ‘this chick used to drive me crazy and now I’m picking out flowers and can’t stop thinking about kissing her’ and don’t get me wrong you still drive me crazy, but just a tiny bit less now that I get to kiss you.” he responds and grabs your hand that nervously fiddles with your dress. “Do you want this? Us, I mean.” he asks.

“Of course I do. It’s just-ugh- I’m scared because what if we move too fast? or what if you have this image in your head of me and I turn out not to be that and you go back to how you used to treat me? And like I said before it’s a little weird, right? To kiss and hold hands? I just get scared that I’m gonna reach out to touch you and you’re gonna pull away.”

“Yes, it does feel a little weird, but we’ll take this as slow as you want to, okay? I wanna be the guy you deserve. I know I can be an ass, but I’m gonna treat you the way I always should’ve treated you.” he promises, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your skin.

“You really can be cheesy, you know that?” you tease. “Baby, you don’t know the half of it.”

“Baby” you repeat, your voice soft and sweet. “I’ve called you baby before” he states. “Yeah, but when we were fake dating. I know that you mean it now and it’s nice.”

“I’m sorry” he says and you look at him puzzled. “For?” you ask. “How I used to be” he clarifies.

“Steve, you’ve already apologized. It’s okay” you assure him. “I know I have, but it doesn’t feel like that’s enough. I wish I could change it. Go back in time and smack myself upside the head.”

“Oh, I’d love to do that too. Smack you, I mean. Not me, I’m perfect. But, we can’t change the past, so let’s focus on the future. Starting with watching a movie because this popcorn is probably cold and stale now.”

Steve quickly pops a movie in, some cheesy horror that you’ll both make fun of. He lays behind you on the couch, his arm wrapped around your waist. It feels nice. Better than nice. You fit together perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

As you watch the movie, he occasionally peppers kisses along your jawline or your shoulder. Sometimes you turn your head to give him a proper kiss on the lips, which turns into a brief makeout session before turning your attention back to the movie. ‘Slow, Harrington. Take it slow’ Steve thinks to himself.

Steve knows that he loves you. He thinks he’s loved you since he met you. He doesn’t think you’re there yet, though. Hell, he hasn’t even asked you to officially be his girlfriend. How much longer should he wait to ask you that? He doesn’t want to ask too soon, but he’s also not sure how much longer he can hold it in.

If he can’t tell you he loves you, he’ll definitely show you. He’ll buy you all the flowers in Hawkins, he’ll hold you and kiss you until you shove him off you, he’ll do anything to show you and make up for the past.

You and Steve are fast asleep when there’s a knock at your door. By the second frantic knock, Steve stirs, but thinks it was maybe just part of his dream until there’s a third knock followed by a voice that’s too familiar. “y/n! Open the door!” Robin exclaims.

Steve shakes you a little to wake you up. “y/n, wake up! Robin’s here!” he whisper yells. “That’s not funny” you mumble, still half asleep.

“Hello! I know you’re home!” Robin yells and your eyes widen before you jump off the couch.

“Fuck! What is she doing here?” you ask, frantically blowing out the candles you lit for a ‘romantic ambiance’.

“I don’t know! It’s your apartment! Did she tell you she was coming over?” he asks, still whispering. “No, it’s Robin. She always comes over unannounced.” You quietly move to the kitchen, dumping out the popcorn and hiding the flowers in a cabinet. “Quick, go hide in my room. In the closet” you tell him.

“Why in the closet? Why can’t I just sit on your bed until she leaves?”

“No arguing! Closet, Steve”

He doesn’t argue any further, he quickly and quietly goes to your bedroom and squishes himself into the tiny closet.

You gather yourself before opening the door to see a frantic Robin on the other side.

“Hey, Robs. What’s up?” you try to sound casual. “I’m so bored, y/n, ugh and today sucked so bad! Work was awful and I dropped my burrito on the ground and- why are you wearing a dress?”

“Oh, um, I just bought this, so I’m trying it on. Do you like it?” you ask, hoping she doesn’t ask anymore questions. “You look great, duh, but why is your makeup still on, it's like ten at night?”

“Just testing out some new makeup, ya know. I had zero plans tonight so I figured, why not?” you lie, but she seems convinced. “Makes sense, I guess. Since you’re free, do you wanna have a sleepover?”

“Oh, I don’t know-” “pleasepleaseplease” she begs like a toddler and it’s clear she won’t be leaving any time soon. “yeah, okay. Tell ya what, go wait out and my car and we’ll get some snacks. I’m gonna change.” you say, tossing her your keys. “Yay! Don’t take too long!” she says and walks outside. You lock the door behind her just in case and quickly go to your bedroom.

“Is she gone?” Steve asks when he walks out of your closet. “um, sort of. She’s waiting in my car because we’re having a sleepover, so you’ll have to leave like ten minutes after I do. I’m so sorry” you apologize and rest your forehead on his shoulder, letting out a sigh.

“It’s okay. Trust me, I know how Robin is” he chuckles and starts to rub your back.

“I had fun tonight. Even if it got cut short.” you tell him and he beams. “Me too.”

“Alright, turn around. I gotta get changed.”

“I can’t watch?” he jokes and you lightly shove his chest. “Face the wall, Harrington”

You change as fast as you can into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt then give Steve the go-ahead to turn around.

“How do you still look so good? Don’t think I can let you leave now” He says, sauntering over to you. “You’re gonna have to. Unless you want robin to break down the door and find us making out.”

“Hm, very true. How about just one kiss then?”

“Okay, but then I really have to go.” you say and he pouts, but quickly pecks your lips. Then he pecks them again and again.

“Steve” kiss “I really” kiss “gotta go” kiss

You like this side of Steve and love how sweet on you he is. It makes everything worth it.

“Alright, get outta here. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” he promises and you plant one last kiss on his cheek before leaving.

You hope Robin doesn’t notice how flustered you are.

Although part of you wished you were still with Steve, it was nice to spend time with Robin.

You hated that you couldn’t tell her about this. She’s your best friend and you tell her practically everything. Guilt eats away at you thinking about sneaking around with Steve behind her back, but she would absolutely blow a gasket if she found out.

“You okay?” she wonders, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired” you lie, giving her a half-assed smile.

“Can I ask you something kinda weird?” she asks and you worry she might already know. “Don’t you always?” you respond and both of you chuckle.

“Have you seen Steve since you came back from the wedding?” she asks and you stiffen for a second, but quickly act natural. “No, I haven’t. One weekend was enough for me. Why?”

“He called me one day while you guys were there,” she starts and you wait for her to continue “and it just seemed like maybe you guys were starting to become friends”

“What did he say when you guys talked?”

“Basically that spending a weekend with you wasn’t the worst time of his life. He said you were funny and that his family loved you. Especially a little girl named Peneople. He really admired how great you were with her and please don’t tell him I said this he would kill me, but he thought it was cute, too, which drove him nuts.” she laughs

“He said that?” you hold back a smile, but you can’t stop the feeling in your chest. Like your heart just might explode. “Weird, right? I mean, coming from him. I really thought you’d guys come back and at least be acquaintances.” she sighs.

“Nope. Definitely didn’t come back as friends” you say, which technically isn’t a lie. You didn’t come back as friends, you’re more than just that. “Anyways, I’m exhausted, Robs. Wanna go to bed?”

After tonight, you really had no reason to be hesitant with Steve. You were all in.

It had been a week since you saw Steve. A long, dreadful week. You missed him, which is something you never thought you’d say, and you still had to poke fun at him for telling Robin that he thought you were cute.

You barely even got to talk on the phone with him. With conflicting work schedules and late-night shifts, it was difficult to find the time.

Luckily, you’d be seeing him tonight, but unluckily, all of your friends would be there. You love them dearly, you really do, but you just want alone time with Steve and you hate that you have to act like you don’t want to be curled up next to him all night.

You would be able to have a little alone time with him, though. He told you everyone would be there around nine, so you said you’d be there at eight in hopes to make up for lost time over the past week.

Your excitement got the best of you, causing you to show up at 7:30 instead and you hoped Steve wouldn’t mind.

Little did you know, Steve was counting down the seconds until he got to see you. He practically sprints to the door when you ring the doorbell, almost slipping in the hallway.

“Hi” he greets you with a big smile on his face. “Hi, Stevie. Sorry I’m a little early.”

“Oh, yeah, I hate that I have to spend more time with my girl”

My girl. He says it so naturally you can’t help but smile and feel all giddy inside. “You’re such a goof.” you say before leaning in to give him a kiss to say how much you missed him.

Both of you melt into the kiss and you feel the weight of missing him lift off of your shoulders. His arms wrap around you and he pulls you inside without breaking the kiss. ‘Impressive’ you think to yourself.

Your hands find a place in his hair, threading through the soft, brown locks. His hands grip your hips, occasionally squeezing your sides. You feel warm all over from his touch and his affection. You’re half tempted to tell him to call everyone and cancel.

He kisses you until you can’t breathe, which is more appealing than it sounds. You’d kiss him till your lungs give out.

“Mm, I missed you” he says when he breaks the kiss, pulling you in for a hug. “I missed you too, cheeseball” you reply and he snorts. “Cheeseball? What the hell does that mean?”

“Cause you’re cheesy. Cheesy Stevie”

“Please don’t let that become a thing” he whines. “Maybe it will. Maybe it won’t.” you say, nuzzling your face into his shirt. He smells like body wash and laundry detergent and his shirt is so soft you definitely need to come up with a plan on how you’re going to steal it.

“um, so, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to spend the night tonight? You could come back after everyone leaves or something.”

“I didn’t bring any overnight stuff.”

“You live, like, ten minutes away, babe. Grab your stuff and come back.”

“You must really want me here, huh?” you tease. “Yeah. I hate sleeping without a blanket stealer” he teases back. “I am not a blanket stealer.” you defend yourself and he laughs. “So is that a yes?”

“I suppose it is. Consider yourself lucky”

“yeah, yeah, I know. You’re the best and I worship the ground you walk on, blah, blah, blah.” He sounds like he’s being sarcastic, but he means every word.

“As much as I enjoy this, we’ve been standing here hugging for like ten minutes. Can we snuggle on the couch now?”

“You read my mind, pretty girl.”

Steve hated that he couldn’t kiss you, or touch you, or tell you how cute you look every time your nose scrunches when you laugh. He especially hated how close Eddie was sitting next to you. His forearm touching your thigh was driving Steve crazy. It doesn’t take a genius to see that Eddie has a tiny crush on you. He tries to hide his annoyance, but he isn’t doing a very good job.

His jaw is clenched as he gives Eddie a death stare. Eddie is oblivious to it, though, thankfully. You? Not so much. You can tell Steve is annoyed and you want so badly to assure him he’s the only one you want.

Eddie’s crush was harmless, it could barely even be considered a crush. You knew that and so did Steve, but he still let his insecurity get the best of him. He was never mean to you, he’d never treat you the way Steve did. Should you be with him instead?

As Eddie tells a story, he theatrically moves his arms around and in the process, he accidentally spills his coca-cola on you, causing you to gasp.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry, y/n” he apologizes, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Jesus christ, munson” Steve groans and stands up from his seat. “It’s okay, Eds, it was an accident” you smile and assure him it’s okay.

“C’mon, I’ll get you a shirt” Steve says and you follow him to his room. Everyone is momentarily confused at how fast Steve jumped to your rescue, sharing confused glances at each other. They quickly brush it off, not thinking too much into it.

“You okay?” Steve asks once you’re in his bedroom. “It was coke, Steve, not battery acid. I’m fine” you giggle. “Are you okay?” you ask when you see the unamused look on his face.

“Yep” he responds in an irritated tone. “Steve, don’t do that. If we want this to work you gotta talk to me.” you rest your hand on his upper arm, giving it a light squeeze.

“I love Eddie, I do, but I can’t stand how much he likes you. I don’t like seeing him all over you when I can’t do anything about it.” he confesses.

“Steve” you sigh “thank you for telling me, but I don’t think Eddie likes me as much as you think he does. Yeah, we used to be a thing for like five minutes, but that was so long ago and it doesn’t even matter. I want you and only you.”

“But he’s so nice to you. He always has been and it makes me think you deserve to be with someone who’s always treated you that way, ya know?”

You step closer to Steve, grabbing his hand and running your thumb over his knuckles. “Steve, please stop beating yourself up about that. I swear I forgive you, okay? Call me crazy, but I’d go through it all again just to be where we are right now” you promise, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“And you call me the cheeseball” he playfully scoffs. “I’m sorry for being weird. It’ll probably happen again” he says and you giggle. “I know it will. Now can you get me a shirt? I feel sticky.” you whine.

“Here” he says, handing you a t-shirt with a faded basketball teams’ name on the front. “Thank you. Now get back out there before they get suspicious” you tell him and he nods in agreement. “I love them, but I can’t wait for them to leave” he says with a sigh before leaving his bedroom. You couldn’t agree more.

“What took you so long?” Robin asks once Steve returns. “Couldn’t find a shirt up to her standards. You know how she is.” he replies briefly.

You come back out moments later and Steve can’t wait to tell you how good you look in his shirt.

After the longest hour of your life, everyone eventually went home. You rushed back as quickly as you could from picking up some things at your place and you hoped that no one decided to come back once you got to his place and question your reasoning for being there.

Steve left the door unlocked for you, so you entered without knocking and find him cleaning up the mess left behind by the neanderthals (Eddie and Robin to be specific).

“Hi, handsome. Need any help?” you ask when you walk into the kitchen. “No, I’m pretty much done. You can go get in bed if you want and I’ll be in soon”

“I gotta do my skincare routine, then I’ll be ready for bed”

“Skincare routine? What do you gotta do for that?” he asks out of curiosity. “C’mon, I’ll show you.”

Once you’re in the bathroom, you pull out all of your necessities out of your bag and Steve carefully examines each of them.

“Do you wanna do it with me?” you offer. “Only if you do it for me”

You pull a scrunchie out of your bag and pull Steve’s hair out of his face. “What do you think?” he asks, referring to his new hairstyle. “You’ll be starting a new trend in no time” you kiss the tip of his nose and he hums in appreciation.

You take him through each step of your routine, carefully massage the products across his face.

“Mm, feels nice” he lets out a relieved sigh. “And you do this everyday? No wonder you’re so happy all the time.”

“Yeah, that’s why” you snort. Sure, it’s relaxing and brings you peace, but the real reason you’re so happy is sitting in front of with half of his hair in a ponytail being pampered by his own personal facialist. “All done. You look pretty good if I do say so myself”

“I feel like a million bucks, honey. Can we go to bed now?”

“Mhm, let’s go. I’m exhausted” you reply and quickly gather up your products, putting them back in your bag.

Steve dramatically flops on his bed, opening his arms as an invitation to join him. You accept his invitation immediately.

Your head rests on his chest and one of his arm wraps around you. The sound of his heartbeat soothes you, you’d like to think that it’s beating a little fast because of you.

He whispers your name and you hum in response, half asleep. “Are you awake?” he asks and starts to rub your back up and down with his hand.

“Barely. What are you thinking about?’’

“I know we talked about taking things slow, but if I’m being honest, I’m dying to ask you to be my girlfriend and you can say no, but-”

“yes” you interrupt. “What?” he asks, unsure if he heard you correctly.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend, dork.” you clarify, then press a kiss to the column of his throat.

“I call you baby and you call me dork. How is that fair?”

“Get used to it. I’m your girlfriend now”

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thebestandrealestever · 8 months

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~MILES HEARTBREAK!~

reader tries to help miles navigate his feelings . warns : heavy descriptions of grief, suicidal thoughts if u squint, eating problems a lil. reader granny dead not proofread! a/n: i miss my grandmother i’m projecting eat my ass .

how much better, can i show my love for you? and say i do i do i do, i do i do i do .

miles couldn’t. he just could not. he couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t process it, he couldn’t wrap his head around it, he couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t talk, he couldn’t move. his dad couldn’t do any of those things so how could he? how could he exist a world where his dad ceased ? i mean how selfish is that ? laughing or eating or speaking when he wasn’t there to do it with him. so there he laid, in his bed for the fourth day straight. he hadn’t eaten or even changed his clothes since it happened only time he moved was when his eyes opened and closed from being asleep to awoke. mind flooding with memories when things were good, trying to remember every time they spoke and cursing himself in his head when he failed to remember a certain conversation or outfit he wore or when they fought, his family was ruined, he cursed his father for leaving, did he have to save that kid? did he have to be so fucking empathetic and giving that he gave his life? does he even fucking know what he did? how could he exist without him ? why should he…miles mind flickered between thoughts of wanting to up there and be with his father but knowing he couldn’t give his mother another heartbreak. oh! his mother. oh he couldn’t bare to see his mom upset, he hasn’t even seen her since . he heard her sobs at night and her footsteps in the morning, always pretending to be asleep when she entered his room. he knew he was a coward for not being able to see her, he wasn’t the new man of the house. he could never be. he could never be anything without his father. so, there he laid.

you may not know right where you’re going but i do, i do, i do. and all the times you wasn’t chosen, well i’ll make it up to you.

your pov!

you were sad, your boyfriends dad was dead. you tried texting him and calling him but to no avail, he never responded. you weren’t upset, when your grandma passed you did the same thing to miles. mr. morales was kinda like your dad in a way seeing as thought you never really had one. he drove you to school, bought you food. you thought about that one time you both had a heart to heart conversation. he had comforted you at the funeral, you teared up thinking about it. you opened miles text to see a thread of blue messages, multiple im sorry texts and good morning/night ones. you move your fingers to text him again, stopping when you realized he wasn’t gonna answer . so you got up and got ready, he needed you, so you were gonna be there. you drove all the way there just to hesitate knocking, you didn’t know why you were afraid . right before you knocked the door opened, it was mrs. morales . “oh, hello mija.” he said with a sadness that brought her tone down. you looked at her face, it was dark and the slightly purple bags under her eyes seemed to pull the rest of her face down you stared for a bit before pulling her into a big hug . you mumbled “i’m so sorry. i can’t even imagine.” she sighed at your words and just hummed “i’ll be okay, i don’t know about miles though. he hasn’t left his room since. please check on him.” she said as she pulled away from the hug keeping her hands on your shoulders, you have her a reassuring smile, “okay mrs. morales.” your eyes widened as it slipped out and she looked down. fuck. could you call her that still? she just smiled and squeezed your shoulders “im going to the store, keep my mind occupied. i’ll be back soon.” she said walking away and you looked into the house for a little walking in as if you were being drawn to miles room.

all of the feelings you’re not showing, when your rivers overflowing.

you knocked on the door, when you heard no response you opened it, revealing the look of miles lying on his bed low eyed and eye bags forming, the smell of grief and pain filled the room. the person that made the world bright was so dark now, your heart pang with guilt, why couldn’t you take this away from him ? his eyes looked at the door, when he saw you he sat up but didn’t say anything his eyes filling up with tears again just at the sight of you

“i’m sorry baby.. i’m so sorry.” you said with the softest voice you could muster up. “don’t apologize, not your fault.” his low voice croaked out, you can tell it was his first time saying anything in a while. “can i s-“. “please.” his unusually low voice interrupted you, you took your stuff off and sat on the bed. “have you eaten, or showered?” you ask miles as you turn your head to hold his hand, his silence is your answer so you get up and hold out your other hand to him, “come on, you need eat and shower.” he looked at your hand then back at you, before slowly getting up to follow you. as you stood in the shower with him, the water running on both of you as you washed his back you could hear him sighing deeply and see his back falling up and down with a faster pace than before. he was crying. you tap his shoulder and he turns around, the water from the shower hiding his tears. he pulls you in for a tight hug, like it he let go would you leave too. “thank you, i love you so much.” he softly said and you just smiled “i love you miles.”

it’s the truth, swear to you. i do i do i do i do, i do. and all that you are i do.

seeing miles so down reminded you of when you were like this, broken and in desperate need of love and miles gave it to you, the least you could do was make sure he was straight. you took out his braids and washed his hair and rio must’ve came back in the house because you could smell food cooking. “have you talked to her?” you said putting on some clothes. “no, i-i don’t know how.” “you should, you have to. if it’s one thing i know it’s that you need each other right now.” he looked out his door to see his mother with her back turned to the stove. he sighed and called out to her “mami?” he said walking up behind her and she turned to him, they hugged and you smiled at the scene. you retrieved the things you needed to do miles hair, you knew he didn’t want any braids now so you were just gonna detangle and blow dry it . miles sits on a pillow on the floor between your legs as you do his hair, rio setting down 2 plates of food for you and miles as she sits down placing the one for herself on the couch arm beside her. all three of you sit there watching whatever movie was playing, comfortable silence settled upon the three of you. after miles ate he fell asleep, just as you finished and were about to wake him up you look over your shoulder to see mrs.morales asleep too. you got up to clean up, tip toeing to not step on any cracks. you put up the food and washed the dishes making sure all the doors were locked and lights turned off. you returned to the couch and tapped mrs morales arm waking her softly. “let’s get you to your bed.” you said quietly helping her up being careful not to wake miles or fully wake mrs. morales you led her to her room and she got in falling back asleep, as you were about to leave “thank you, (name)” she said sleepily and you smiled twisting the handle to open the door “of course.” you said closing her door softly and walking back to see nobody there.

my single line of stars in noon, reflection of the very moon i do, i do i do i do.

you walk into miles room seeing him sitting up on his bed, shirt off and head in his hands. “does it get easier ?” he asks with a tone that suggest he’s afraid. your face softens and you kiss your teeth thinking about your own grief “yea i think so. the worst thing that could’ve happened already happened, the only thing you can do now is grow. it doesn’t get smaller, but you do grow bigger than it.” you say sitting down beside him rubbing his back, he lets out a breath and looks into your eyes “im so thankful for you, i really need you (name).” you softly kiss his lips then cup his face to kiss his forehead. you get into the bed and he lays on top of you rubbing his face in your neck “i love you.” he says again quieter than before and you frown at feeling his tears run down your neck “i love you too, and i’ll be here. the whole way. always.”

can i show my love for you?

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kitthepurplepotato · 10 months

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MWRMI part 5

My Weird Roommate, Midoriya Izuku

Week 3 Part 1 - Reality Check.

~•🥦•~

Summary: Living with pro hero Deku was too good to be true; when Midoriya doesn’t come home one night, Y/N realizes how painful it is to love the Number One Hero.

Warnings: Injured Deku, swear words, a hint of angst.

First part Master List

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After having Midoriya around you for a whole day the house feels cold and strange without the green haired nerd. Your moping got to a point when even All Meowt felt sorry enough for you to come out and keep you company so needless to say, you definitely look pathetic right now.

Sometimes, when the urge to see your flatmate got unbearable you messaged him about stupid things; random hero fun facts, fan arts, screenshots, a picture of you cooking his favorite meal and for your surprise, Midoriya responded to all of them.

After a while he also started to send you random pictures about his patrol; sometimes it was just a lovely picture of the sunset but sometimes they were grimy and disgusting; pictures of his injuries or a selfie of Midoriya with a massive black eye. Usually, by the time the greenette came home the injuries were gone thanks to the amazing healer guy they have on their team, but that doesn’t make it easier to see him like that. Being close to a hero isn’t a fucking dream, it’s more like a nightmare. You never know when it’s the last time you see him and you can never sleep soundly until you hear the door open; what if he ends up in a hospital and no one informs you? What if he comes home thinking he’s all okay but there is an internal bleeding killing him slowly while he sleeps?

Yeah, being close to heroes suck.

But let’s come back to the present now; to the present that’s also not so pleasant.

You wake up in the middle of the night to a notification on your phone; you dozed off on the table again while working on another project. The notification almost makes you throw up; it’s an article about a massive fight in the middle of the city, not too far away from your current home. You turn on the TV as the article states it’s being aired live; you can see pro hero Deku, barely standing on the sidelines while the rest of his team finishes the work in the middle. Dynamight manages to catch the last villain, so technically the heroes won, but you can’t help the tears trailing down your cheeks from seeing your friend wobbling to the nearest emergency station before passing out in the nurse’s arms.

You try to keep calm but you can’t stop yourself from sending him a message.

You: Please send me a message when you wake up, Midoriya!

Just as you expected, there is no response coming back. Fuck.

Thankfully, All Meowth graces you with his existence and lets you pet his fluffy little head. What a supportive little animal.

After a few dreadful minutes; 40, to be exact, there is a notification on your phone.

Midoriya: ….!hehdgeuehdbgenevrm

Midoriya: I!m oksbdgeb

Midoriya: fuxk

Midoriya: Hey Freeloader, stop freaking the shit out, I’ll bring him home as soon as he’s coherent. Make him some soup or some shit, the fucker didn’t take a break today. I’m also hungry by the way and I deserve a fucking serving.”

You don’t need to think twice to know who wrote that message. You sigh and take a deep, shaky breath.

He’s fine. He’s coming home.

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“We’re home!” Dynamight’s loud and hoarse voice breaks through the silence.

In any other situation, you would probably take five to ten minutes to fangirl over the fact that Dynamight is here; he might be rough and abrasive towards everyone but his good looks and heroic deeds still managed to take him to the second place on the hero rankings; but right now, you can only see the green haired man who’s holding into his shoulders like he can’t even stand straight without help.

“Midoriya…” You run through the living room to check up on him but Dynamight puts his arms out to stop you in your tracks.

“He’s high.” He declares. “Our healer’s quirk likes to kick you in the ass when it’s overused. He’s not aware of his surroundings, so don’t even bother.” The blonde hero rolls his eyes and makes his way towards the kitchen, the greenette limping after him, still holding the guy’s shoulder like a lifeline.

“Izuku, we are going to eat and then you are going to bed, okay?” Dynamight pushes Izuku’s chin up to force eye contact; he speaks to him with a soft, reassuring voice like he’s a random toddler he found on the street. They sit down next to each other on the dining table then Izuku nods but doesn’t move towards his food; the blonde sighs and takes the spoon in his hand. “Open your fucking mouth, you big baby!” Dynamight screams at the clearly high greenette, who obeys without hesitation.

… it’s 5 fucking AM and here you are, staring at motherfucking Dynamight force feeding pro hero Deku with your soup at your fucking dining table.

This fanfiction got really weird, really quickly.

“Where is Y/N?” Izuku speaks up after gaining some color in his cheeks. You perk up at the sound of your name but you decide not to get involved in their conversation.

“She’s literally sitting opposite of you, you dump fuck.” The blonde grumbles, clearly fucking done with the situation.

“Is she okay?”

This is such a Midoriya thing to do that you can’t help but smile; the guy comes home after almost dying on the battlefield yet his first coherent question is about someone else’s wellbeing.

“No, she’s probably scarred for life after seeing me feeding you, to be honest.”

Well, what were you expecting from Dynamight, sugar coating? Nah.

“No…” Midoriya’s voice trembles. You really want to hug him. “I don’t want her to be mad. I don’t want her to leave!”

Fuck, your face is wet. You never ever want to see that look on Midoriya’s face, it’s absolutely heartbreaking.

“She’s not going anywhere you moron. She made this soup for you, so eat it.” Dynamight grumbles at him again, but Deku only smiles at him.

“What the fuck are you smiling at me for?” The blonde is clearly not a big fan of affection, his face contorts into a frown from all the cheesiness.

“Y/N’s soup is even better than yours.” The greenette answers with a lovesick smile on his face but apparently, this wasn’t the right thing to say as the blonde’s face heats up in anger.

“Now take that back you asshole or I’ll push this spoon down your fucking throat.” Dynamight looks like he’s about to explode but Deku is clearly unaffected by the empty threat.

“No, Kacchan is mad.” Midoriya’s shit eating grin is so huge it can probably be seen from the top of Mt.Fuji. The blonde decides he’s done with Deku’s shenanigans and literally throws the guy into his bedroom without a single warning. He comes out after five minutes and sits down on the sofa; he holds his hand out and stares at you until you put one and two together.

Ahh, he’s asking for food.

“I really wanted to hug him before he goes to sleep.” You reprimand as you make your way to the sofa with a big bowl of soup. You made a special batch for the spice loving blonde as a thank you. Dynamight rolls his eyes and nods approvingly at the taste.

“I don’t want to listen to him bitching about embarrassing himself in front of you again. For some fucking reason he really cares about shit like that when it comes to you.” Bakugou answers nonchalantly, like you’ve known each other for ages and this isn’t your first ever conversation. After seeing your confused face, he elaborates on the topic. “He won’t remember you being with us because I didn’t let him look at you. He’ll wake up tomorrow thinking you were fast asleep and he won’t beat himself up about it.”

“So long story short, you being an asshole is all an act and you are actually more like a protective big brother.” You poke at the sleeping bear, but for your surprise, he doesn’t get offended by you seeing through him.

Okay. This is new. This is not how people portray Bakugou in their fanfictions.

“We are all family. We support each other. Being a hero is a lonely job so if we are not there for each other no one ever will ever be.” The blonde answers with a straight face but his voice gets melancholic by the end of his sentence.

You don’t know what to say to that. You understand the sentiment but at the same you can’t help but wonder how the fuck is the pain not worth it. These people; both Midoriya and Bakugou; are the most protecting, most loving people you’ve ever met in your life. They are loyal to a fault and they go out of their way to make their loved ones feel safe.

“You guys deserve the fucking world and some blood and the lack and of contact during missions won’t change my mind about that. This night was the worst day of my life but I would do it over and over again if it means I can stay close to him, because he’s worth it.”

You definitely overshared a bit, but by the look of it, Bakugou doesn’t care nor comments on it.

“You are different than the rest.” He mumbles, playing with a piece of meat at the bottom of the almost empty bowl.

“Different?”

“Yeah. I didn’t like this whole roomie idea, you know.” He admits. “It’s dangerous, even with a mutual friend. A lot of people tried to use him and he’s so fucking naive. But I can see it in your eyes, you know… That you care about him. And he also can’t shut up about you, so.. welcome to the family, or whatever. Also, gimme’ your phone number so I can update you on all the shit so you don’t freak out.” Bakugou throws his unlocked phone into your lap; his background is a picture of the gang sitting on each other on Deku’s sofa. He’s so cute.

“Thank you… for accepting me. It means a lot.” You mumble sheepishly, your whole face red as a tomato. Bakugou snaps his phone out of your hands and throws it in the air to catch it, just to be cool and edgy.

“Save the cheesy shit for the nerd, Freeloader.” The blonde grins. “Make sure he sleeps enough. He’ll be good as new by the afternoon.” Dynamight stands up to put the dishes into the dishwasher. “Thanks for the food, send me the recipe.”

And with that, the hero is gone and the the silence is back; you lie down on the sofa and listen to the noises coming from Deku’s room, but after a few rustles, everything quiets down and only the soft, content snores can be heard from the room next door.

You fall asleep on the sofa, not having the energy to go into your room; at least you will be there in case Midoriya needs help during the night.

~•🥦•~

You wake up to Midoriya’s footsteps around 9 AM; barely a few hours after he came home last night. He looks disheveled and confused as he tries to put on his hero costume.

“Midoriya… go to sleep.” You pull yourself up; the hero jumps in surprise by the sight of you. “How do you want to fight evil if you can’t even sense me sleeping on the sofa, huh?”

You know that’s a low blow, but you’d do anything to keep the hero from going out today. He needs to stay home and you also need him to rest for your own sanity. He looks pale and all over the place, there is no way you’ll let him go out like that.

“Y/N, I’m fine. I can’t skip work…” Midoriya is just about to start rambling about the importance of his job, but you don’t let him finish. You throw your phone towards him which he catches in one swift move.

“Read it.”

Dynamight: Yo, freeloader. Tell Deku he’s not needed today. I found cover for him. If he leaves the house I’ll kill him.

“How does he know your number?”

Fuck, you didn’t think this through. Midoriya is not supposed to know about yesterday.

“He left a note with his number on the table, so I sent him a message.” You lie, feeling terrible for doing so but it’s all for his sake.

Deku doesn’t say anything just sits down next you; his face looks sad and heartbroken, but he doesn’t say a word about it. You really want to hug him but you are not sure it would be appreciated right now.

“Mido…” You are just about speak up, but he doesn’t let you finish.

“You are lying to me.” He declares with a heartbroken smile. He knows. He doesn’t remember but he’s a clever guy and you are a terrible liar.

“Not all lies are bad. Sometimes, people lie for the sake of their loved ones.”

“I also lied.” Midoriya admits. “About me being okay. I’m really tired. Mentally. Physically. In every single way.”

“I know.“ You can’t help it; your hands move towards Midoriya’s frizzy curls. Midoriya melts into the touch, clearly desperate for affection now that the air is clean between you two. “Put your head into my lap and let’s watch a movie, okay?” That way he can fall asleep and you can keep an eye on him for the rest of the day. Win-Win.

~•🥦•~

As the movie starts, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. It’s a dumb and fluffy movie, something that takes his mind away from all the violence in the real world. Midoriya’s hair is full of knots under your palm, so you slowly rake your fingers through the mess, detangling it lock by lock as the green haired hero contentedly sighs, urging you to keep going. It’s way too domestic and way too intimate but you can’t stop; Midoriya clearly needs the attention right now, he’s melting into your touch, his cheek buried into the soft throw that sits between your things and his head for more comfort.

When the movie ends, you realize you didn’t even look at the screen once but neither did Midoriya; he’s fast asleep on your lap, drooling like a golden retriever after a full day of fun. You try to clean him up a bit but he’s not having any of it; he murmurs in his sleep and takes your hand in his, subconsciously caressing the skin. A shiver goes down your spine from the soft touch, churning your insides with it, but you don’t have the heart to wake him up.

Midoriya is too much. He’s so kind, so beautiful, so affectionate, and so-so full of love; you can’t believe you are on the receptive side of all of this. You really feel like you don’t deserve Midoriya’s attention and deep inside you know it doesn’t mean the same to him as it means to you but right here, right now, you let it all in, ready for the biggest heartbreak in your life when this is all over.

~•🥦•~

You wake up after a few hours, still in the same position. Midoriya’s now flawlessly fluffy head is still resting in your lap but he’s facing the other way around; he looks up at you with sleepy eyes, a tired but honest smile decorating his handsome face.

“Good morning, sweet pea.” He mumbles half asleep, hiding his face in your tummy for a few more seconds of peace.

The nickname almost makes your heart stop, but you try your best to ignore the fluttery feeling in your chest.

“I’m quite sure it’s afternoon.” You strike back with a sass, which the green haired hero blissfully ignores.

“Whatever. It’s nice.”

“Yeah.” You admit with a red face, and this is the moment Dynamight chooses to barge into the flat with a bunch of other people behind him.

Okay, this is extremely awkward.

Do these people know how to knock?!

“THE MIDORIYA CHEERING UP SQUAD HAS ARRIVED!” Chargebolt yells while the others hide their faces in embarrassment.

“By the look of it, shitty Deku has a good enough time already.” Dynamight snickers and Deku jumps up like a happy puppy to forcefully hug the shit out of the annoyed blonde. While everyone is busy staring at the two hugging each other, you take a moment to take a look at the intruders; every single of these people are heroes you follow on every single available social media.

Don’t freak out.

Don’t. Freak. Out.

Don’t…

“OH MY GOD, THATS RED RIOT THAT’S FUCKING RED RIOT, Midoriya!”

Fuck.

… Next Part!

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- Thank you so much for all the love on this series I'm so happy you love it as much as I do, this is baby😭💚

- Also, you are not ready for the next part! Ask my bestie, she has a lot to say about it. 😂 @porusuniverse

- I accidentally bought a Deku figurine today. And a Todoroki one. It was an accident, I swear. Kacchan was lonely, he needed a friend.

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Barely Even Over. - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x F!Reader

Word Count: I don’t know, I’ll update this when I’m off mobile

Summary: You’ve never been good with complacency. You’ve nearly broken it off four times with Bradley before, feeling trapped and needing to run. You don’t know why it happens, or why you feel so compelled to escape. This time, you can’t get past it. What had always been passing conversation has been a full production. You’re nearly to the curtain close when the entire thing is derailed by a very agitated pilot on your front porch.

Content Warning: lots of cursing, lots of angst, potential trigger for anxiety

Author’s Note: I’ve been obsessed with this song by Drake Milligan and I couldn’t get this out of my brain. Also!! Rooster content? In 2024? Wow. - unedited, unbeta’ed we die like idiots.

God, you couldn’t wait to get the hell out of here. The fact that it was almost eleven o’clock at night and someone was pounding at your door was one of the countless reasons you’d put in a transfer request.

The main reason you were leaving stood on the other side of your open door.

Bradley stands, dripping wet from the monsoon that’s raging outside (you’d heard it from the wind and the pelting rain on your window), the most vicious look on his face. You spot the equally soggy piece of paper you’d shoved in his mailbox this morning in his hand.

“You really thought you could just drop this off and bolt out of town without a word?” He shakes the wet mangled letter around, a drop of water flinging to the tip of your nose. When he starts into it, you’re pushing the door shut, regretting not checking the peephole before you tugged the door open. Rooster’s hand grabs the edge of the wood before you can get too far, pushing his body weight into it to keep it ajar.

“Or that I had to hear from Hangman of all people that he saw a moving truck taking your shit?” You turn and enter into the empty apartment, trying to avoid this conversation. That was the point of the letter, the point of no contact the last few hours. You were about five hours from departing San Jose and never coming back. Bradley slams the door shut as he follows you inside.

“Jesus, wake all the neighbors while you’re at it Bradshaw.” You groan, stepping into your bathroom to do a mindless check that everything had been packed. That you weren’t forgetting anything.

“Fuck the neighbors, Gemstone! You were going to just fucking ghost me? Ditch me without a goddamn word?” You can hear the pain singe his voice. A normally smooth and entertained gruff is resentful and burned instead when he speaks to you. He follows you as you move to the kitchen to do one last once over, averting this onslaught as much as you could. “Drop a shitty letter in my mailbox to dump my ass, ignore my texts, decline my calls - not a single word from you! What the fuck??”

“I’m being restationed, Rooster, it’s not-“

“Oh bullshit!! Mav told me the truth! You fucking requested the transfer! You thought you could sneak away without witnessing the storm you’re fucking making! Just dropping all your ties and escaping -“ he huffs and the paper in his hand is crumbled into a wet lump, then slammed at a nearby wall. So much for your security deposit. “You are always looking for an out. For a reason to leave California- the navy- me. As if the last three years were so fuckin’ miserable that you needed to just vanish. Like nothing ever happened.” Bradley is seething with each curse and vent that exists his lungs.

You’ve run out of cabinets to check. Out of options to avoid looking at him. So when you finally do, you see the mustached man shaking slightly from the temperature of the cold water clinging to him via a damp Hawaiian shirt. The way his eyes locked to you with seething hurt, a brokenness you couldn’t comprehend.

He wasn’t supposed to get home from his training in Atlanta until tomorrow. You were supposed to disappear. Jake and his big fucking mouth. Before you can say anything, Bradley turns to face you fully, brows pushing downward as if it would expel the anger out.

“Three years. Fucking three years and you think you can step out like this. Without a word, without giving a rhyme or a reason - leaving in the middle of the night - without a clue you were even considering this?? Buying fucking plane tickets behind my back?? Packing your entire god damn life up without a notion of the feelings of people around you - of your fucking boyfriend? You didn’t think to have the decency to break up with me to my face??” His hand points to the slop against the wall that had been your letter. His notice of termination so to speak. “The fact you couldn’t say it out loud- couldn’t face any of this at the face value means you don’t actually want to do it. You don’t want to do it, you’re just scared. You’re scared of the same surroundings, the same job, the same city, the same house, the same person, Gem. That’s what you are. Always leaving so you don’t get hurt when you get freaked out.” The register of his words is loud, but not nearly as loud as the next round of spitfire.

“If we’re gonna break up you’re gonna do it now! You’re gonna say what you put on that god damn piece of paper to my fucking face! That you never loved me, that you’ve been hanging on to a lie! That you can’t stand to stay in this god forsaken city a single second more! You don’t get to just leave and not see this!!” He points to his expression. “The mad! The angry, the rejection and betrayal! If you’re gonna do it you’re gonna do it to my face!” Finally, finally, Bradley takes a shaking breath, turning away to try to collect himself.

“Bradley, I didn’t want to do this like this for a reason-“ he spins. There are tears rolling down his face.

“Fuck, I love you.” The stinging sensation starts. The familiarly ominous feeling that sinks in and starts to eat at you every time you’ve had this conversation. “You loved me. I know you did. At some point you did, I know you did and you can’t lie to me and say you didn’t.” The hot tears are barely breaking surface tension along your lash line. “Don’t leave me like this, Gems. Don’t- cause I won’t-“ he hovers in his words, “I think I deserve at least a bad goodbye. Not some letter full of lies hit you don’t mean. Some pathetic attempt at closure is better than whatever the fuck this is. This, this, sorry excuse for a break up.” His feet come sinking toward you as he reaches out. You don’t back away.

His hand takes your hand, squeezing it tightly, his other hand coming to wipe your own tears in the hollow room. “I can take hellfire. I can take screaming, shouting, shit, you can hate me if you have to, honey.” It’s so fractured, his voice. Strained from shouting, tainted with emotions he clearly hasn’t come to understand yet, “just… don’t leave me like this. Still so in love with you. Still wanting to see your face when I wake up every day, to curl into you and avoid the world a little longer- still wanting to fix that damn car with you,” you stifle a laugh, despite the gravity of everything, “still completely and utterly adoring you. Don’t leave me loving you. Please, Gems, don’t.”

The two of you grow quiet, Rooster’s hand still clutching to yours, his hand cupping the back of your neck. He pulls you in, lips pressing to your forehead. He stays there as a soft cry that moves through his chest, tears dampening your hair as the two of you stand there in the cruelty of your wake.

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Happy Birthday | Im Changkyun

🥀 a/ n : it’s been a while!!! if you guys are still around and follow me, thank you, I miss you all and I hope life has been treating you well. And if you’re new here! Hi! Welcome! I hope you enjoy this piece, ngl guys, this was originally supposed to be a fluff but my mind took a wrong turn down the rabbit hole. If you’d like to check out some other pieces, my masterlist is here! Nonetheless! As always, thank you for existing within this space with me, thank you for giving my writing a chance and I hope you enjoy! (Disclaimer : English is not my first language so please bare with me and i apologize for any grammar errors you may come across while you read.) In case you haven’t heard it today, you are so loved, you matter, and if you ever need a safe place and someone to talk to, my dms are always open to you.

P.S ! This is a two part piece! Part 2 should be up by tomorrow night! Stay tuned!

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🥀 warnings : smut / dirty talk.

[1:26pm] “So….what do you want for your birthday?” She asked Changkyun, and she ran her hands through the wet strands of his hair, as the water from the shower was hitting his back, shielding her from most of it.

“You’re asking me this now? My birthday’s tomorrow baby” he asked with an eyebrow raised towards her. She playfully hit his shoulder in response as a small laugh escaped her lips.

“Yes I know that! You’re insane to believe I’ve forgotten the day my best friend was born. I’m asking you now because I want you to have a good day tomorrow.” she spoke softly, as he turned her by her shoulders so her back was to him. He squeezed some shampoo into his large hand and began lathering it up.

“I’ve got everything I want and she’s about to have soap in her eyes if she doesn’t close them” Changkyun said. His large hands began rubbing shampoo into her scalp, his hands moving in a circular motion, a small moan escaped her.

“Can you be serious for a moment? Please?” she said to him, as he began helping rinse off the shampoo.

“Okay. For my birthday I want….” He trailed off, pretends to think about what he was planning to say. “You. I want you for my birthday..” he said, her breath caught as his hands slowly wrapped around her, his fingers lightly grazing back and forth against the soft skin of her stomach.

“You already have me” she said, breathlessly as his hand dipped lower.

“I do, don’t I?” Changkyun whispered, his hot breath, setting off goosebumps all over her. “But I’m thinking, I want you…” his hand trails lover, slipping between her wet folds, “here. I want to feel how wet you get for me, when I keep you on edge all day and then when I get home and finally have my way with you, I want to feel how tightly you wrap around me.” Changkyun began rubbing slow circles on her clit. Her head falling back onto his shoulder and his arms wrapped around her, keeping her balanced.

“Kyun” she moaned softly, hips bucking into his hand.

“And I want to here all the precious sounds you make when I make you come. Want to here you moan my name, maybe yell it a little yeah? So everyone who hears knows you belong to me and how good I’m making you feel, while my cock is buried deep between these thighs” he whispered harshly. Nipping at her neck, as his free hand slowly descended and gripped the front of her thigh roughly.

“Please” she said in a whisper, as she felt her stomach tighten, her small hand wrapping around is wrist so she can rock her hips against his hand for more friction.

“Please what? Use your words baby” he said, nipping at her ear as her breathing got heavier.

“Please let me come” she moaned out, as her legs began to shake, she felt Changkyun’s cock, poking her backside, a groan escaped him as she grinned up against him.

“And after a few rounds, when your exhausted, my cum leaking down your leg, and sore from taking me, you’re going to give me one more, and I’m going to take you from behind, and bury my cock so deep inside you, you’re going to feel me inside you for a week.” His dirty words lite a fire inside her stomach, her high washing over, as he rubbed her clit through it. His hand slowed, rubbing light circles on her clit, milking out her climax as she moaned his name repeatedly, almost like a chant.

Changkyun finished washing both of them up. Taking his sweet time on her sensitive places, making sure to be gentle with her. Her eyes still closed as the warm water cascaded down her body, as Changkyun made his way back up, her kissed her along her torso. Teasingly nipping at her breast, taking his time to leave a mark on one, as she moaned out his name, grabbing him by his hair. His lips crashed onto hers, his hand wrapping gently a rougher, to cup the back of her head, his other hand holding hip tightly so she was flushed again standing his naked body.

“So what do you say babe? Tomorrow? “ he asked, giving her his signature cocky grin.

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Freakshow (6)

/==- Chapters -==/

Junior walked around the corpse, and past Cinder, without another word. Cinder grit her teeth at the blatant show of disrespect, but she held her tongue. She needed information about IT, and she would get it before she made any move. Turning on her heels, she moved to follow. Junior said not a single word as he moved through the back halls of the club before reaching his private office. Stepping inside, he held the door open for Cinder. It was closed and lock as soon as she passed by him.

Junior: Have a seat.

Cinder stayed quite as she moved to the far side of the office and settled herself down onto the plush leather sofa. She made a show of crossing her legs as she leaned back and draped her arms across the back of the sofa. Junior ignored her posturing, walked over to his bar and poured himself a shot. He took a sip before turning to face cinder. He gently swirled the ice in his glass, crating a soft tinkling sound.

Junior: First off, no.

Cinder: No?

Junior: You can keep your hands off Jaune and Joan, they’re damaged enough. I won’t be letting you add to that.

Cinder: Why, I would…

Junior: Cut the bullshit. You might call the shots when it comes to me lending you my boys for your little dust shop games… but that’s where it ends. I have more than enough to make your life very difficult if you try and push.

Cinder: I see. Then why even bother discussing them with me? If they are so… untouchable.

Junior: To cut off any of your little schemes, and to give you fair warning not to mess with either of them. I’ll be honest, you scared the shit out of me… but now… you don’t even rate on the scary to me scale.

Cinder: Roman said something similar… so neither of you feel I am… dangerous?

Junior: No, you are dangerous, you’re just not scary.

Cinder: What’s the difference?

Junior: You’ve got a plan, and you’re willing to do whatever you need to for it’s benefit. That makes you dangerous.

Cinder: And Jaune and Joan… was it?

Junior: It is.

Junior takes a sip of his drink.

Junior: They don't have a plan. They’re not trying to accomplish something… they just exist.

Cinder: That doesn’t seem very scary… it seems more boring.

Junior: Boring is nice, and it means things are good when it concerns them… but they’re scary because they’re dangerous and don’t have a goal. You got a taste of that danger in the warehouse… you remember what happened?

Cinder: I wanted answers and I decided to get them…

Junior: And you ended up with your ass handed to you.

Cinder: I did not…

Junior: Don’t lie. We can watch the video feed if you want to jog your memory, but that is a prime example of why they are scary. Are you understanding where I’m coming from, or should I give you another example?

Cinder: Another example?

Junior: One of the twins insulted Jaune and Joan. What would you have done if it had been you that was insulted?

Cinder: I don’t…

Junior: Humor me.

Cinder: I would have impressed on them the need to not repeat such behavior, for their own safety.

Junior: And that is what most people would do, at least people like us. Jaune and Joan… they don’t do things like intimidation…

Cinder: They tried to kill her, did they?

Junior: They didn’t try anything. They nearly did kill her. First Jaune, and after getting an apology and a promise for a favor, Joan took her turn. The doc is still checking her out, as we speak.

Cinder: So they are unpredictable.

Junior: No, they are borderline feral. They act like a normal human, but behind those eyes… for whatever reason when that semblance activated… their humanity broke.

Cinder: You seem to have more than passing control, of them.

Junior: That’s only because I hold all the keys to what they desire right now.

Cinder: And what would that be?

Junior: Privacy, a quiet place to live and food; plus whatever little odds and ends that catch their attention. They have simple wants and needs, pretty bare-bones actually… though they are extremely protective over each other.

Cinder: So what happened, to create this… situation.

Junior: Jaune is a drop-out from Beacon, and was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He ended up caught in the crossfire when my boys went in heavy on a group making plays in our territory,

Cinder: I take it, his semblance activated.

Junior: It did, and Jaune became Joan for the first time… one of the crew we were taking out, grabbed her to use as a shield… and she killed him.

Junior snapped his fingers.

Junior: Just like that.

Cinder: I see.

Junior: Our target lost three guys to Joan, before in a panic she became Jaune.

Cinder: How many did he cost you?

Junior: Our target two more, and me four. We had to knock him out to get things under control. Like I said before, when that semblance activated, it broke something inside them. As you saw when you walked in…

Cinder: Joan seemed to be just a little sadistic.

Junior: She is, and that was just a small taste… she’ll play with someone for hours if we let her. I actually think she might get off on the smell of blood and piss.

Cinder: And Jaune, he’s not that same?

Junior: Jaune has no issue causing pain, and for Joan he’ll make someone suffer, but Jaune is more brutal… Joan may play with you, draw things out… but Jaune will just crush you.

Cinder: From what I saw, and heard, I assume their semblance manipulates Aura? Do you know how?

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honeyhotteoks · 2 years

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into the aurora - chapter twelve (ot8)

chapter eleven: a late, late night

note: thank you to everyone who's been so patient waiting for this chapter. if you've been following me, you know that i had covid right after posting chapter eleven and it affected me a lot more than i would have expected. i'm feeling much better, and getting back to a normal writing schedule! thank you for waiting & i love you guys 🖤

chapter summary: you never can keep your hands off him with the studio door closed, and he doesn't seem to mind

warnings: nothing specific for this chapter

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, eventual smut

word count: 5.1K

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It’s nearly nine o’clock by the time you and Hongjoong remember that dinner exists and is a thing you’re probably supposed to eat. You’ve been locked together for hours, the workday fading away into background noise and nothing but both of your personal projects open in front of you as you work together.

You pull your headphones off as you check the time and grimace, at this hour the only people left in the building would be cleaning staff and maybe Eden, and the restaurants that you can think of to order from are getting ready to start closing.

“Joong,” you nudge his arm, and he holds up a loose hand, asking you silently to give him a minute.

You watch the way he studies his screen, and he nods as he finishes out his thought to himself, before sliding off his own headphones and cracking his neck, “What’s up?”

You rub your eyes a little, “We should get some food,”

“Ah,” he checks his phone, “probably,”

“You have a heavy schedule tomorrow,” you nudge him, “you should eat and make sure you’re ready for it.”

He sighs and stretches in his chair, “I’m fine,”

“Sure,” you nod, “but you should still eat something.”

“Mm,” he nods, and you can see the exhaustion in his eyes as he thinks it through. He seems torn between ordering in and staying at the office or heading home and picking up food on the way, he’s easy to read that way.

“We should cut it for tonight,” you offer, “don’t you have to be up at five?”

“Oh, I know,” he shrugs, “but I’m feeling good and I’m on a roll,”

“Okay,” you nod, pulling out your phone, “what’s open around here right now?”

“y/n,” Hongjoong leans forwards in his chair, resting a hand on your knee softly, “you don’t have to stay with me, you know. If you’d rather go home and get some rest,”

“Oh,” you meet his eyes, “if you want some space to work alone you can always ask me,”

“Oh no, no,” he shakes his head vehemently, resting his other hand on your other knee, “I like having you here, I just don’t want you to stay just for me if you’re tired,”

“I’m not tired,” you shake your head, though if you were being honest, you really, really are.

After a moment, with his hands still on you, he leans forwards a little in his chair, “I should be asking you what you need, I’m sorry. What do you want to eat? My treat, and we can work wherever you want, here or home,”

You know things like this are hard for him. You’ve noticed the way he separates himself from the group a little, intensely focused on his work and filling his personal time with more and more music. He takes his leadership position seriously, but that also means he gets singularly focused, fixated, and forgetful about the little things. Being in a relationship with him could easily be trying if you weren’t passionate about the same things, and if this were a normal partnership, you’re sure you’d barely see him.

“I’ll eat anything,” you shrug, “but let’s go home, I think a change of scenery would be good.”

“We can do that,” he assures you.

You turn in your chair to reach for your laptop and close it, but Hongjoong makes no moves to follow you, or to take his hands off you and you glance back, realizing that he’s watching you with a disconnected look in his eyes.

You pull back to center and catch his eyes, “You’re exhausted, I can tell,”

He shakes his head, “It’s not that,”

He’s lying to you, just a little white lie, but you don’t press him. His thumb massages a circle on your knee through the fabric of your trousers, and he presses his lips together in a tight line for a moment. You’re about to ask what’s wrong when he reaches for you, pulling you forwards quickly and locking his mouth to yours.

You make a squeak of surprise, certainly not expecting him to kiss you, but recover quickly, relaxing into his touch. It’s been weeks since you arrived, and you were spending more and more time with him, but up to this point he’s never made a move. You were used to the boys cornering you in the kitchen now or pulling you into their arms to cuddle on the couch, but Hongjoong never did.

He cups the back of your neck with his warm hand and sighs against your mouth, his other hand sliding up the outside of your thigh. Your knees part, and he slides his chair forwards, your legs interlocking now as he deepens the kiss, probing your mouth with his tongue.

You push forwards, one of your hands anchored on his shoulder while the other holds onto his upper arm. He kisses with intensity, and this is the first time it feels like he’s throwing out the need to think things through and instead just feel. The position between the chairs isn’t conducive to anything more, but you gasp against his mouth when his hand slips under the hemline of your shirt to find your bare back.

His teeth catch your bottom lip as you pull away and when your eyes flutter back open to meet his, his direct stare burns through you, the sensation of his skin on yours, a sudden curling tightness in your gut.

“Joong,” you breathe, but you can’t quite come up with anything more to say.

His hands slip off you and he pushes his chair back and away, moving to stand and pack up his bag. He keeps his eyes away from you, and the sudden tension between you doesn’t make sense, the way he seems to be running hot and cold. You watch him for a minute, still not meeting your eyes and focused on packing up his things, clearing his throat quietly shrugging on his coat, pulling a beanie on over his hair.

Standing, you approach him and rest a hand on his arm, “What’s wrong?”

“What?” He glances to the side at your hand on his arm and shakes his head, “Nothing, nothing.”

“Then what’s all this?” You nod towards him, “You’re acting strange.”

His face clears and he finally looks back to you, “I’m sorry,” he says genuinely.

You move around to face him eye to eye and rest your hands on his forearms, “So, what’s wrong?”

He shakes his head, “We just shouldn’t do that here,”

“Oh,” you nod, “of course, but it’s okay, we’re alone.”

“y/n,” he sighs.

“I’m not saying we should,” you clarify, “I’m saying you don’t need to be upset, we slipped for a second but we’re alone in a room without windows. No one saw us, and we won’t do it again.”

He considers your words for a moment and nods. “It’s my fault,” he says, “I had a momentary lapse in judgement,”

“It’s okay,” you repeat, “but you know, it was nice. For later, at home.”

He smiles finally, “I’m sorry I panicked,”

“It’s fine,” you assure him.

“It was nice though,” he smiles, quirking an eyebrow at you, “right?”

“Really, really nice,”

He watches you for a moment, considering, and then he’s crowding you again before you can take another breath, pushing into your space suddenly and walking you backwards until your back connects with the door. His mouth secures to yours and his hands are suddenly everywhere. His bag slips from his shoulder, landing softly with a thud on the ground and he deepens the kiss, a groan on his lips as he presses his body against yours.

You stretch up on tip toe to match his height better and loop your arms around his shoulders, his hands slip inside your shirt, pushing up the fabric just enough for one hand to coast warmly along your stomach before anchoring on your hip. His tongue flicks against yours, and his fingers squeeze you perfectly, one of his knees slotting between your open thighs.

“Hongjoong,” you murmur against his mouth, “we have to stop,”

“I know,” he says when he breaks the kiss for a moment, but he drags you back to his mouth, his hands rucking up your shirt higher.

You gasp against his lips as his fingers brush the underside of your breast, coasting along the mesh of your bra and cupping the soft swell in his palm. Things are escalating quickly, and when he pulls you from your closed in position against the door to walk you back to the couch and push you gently down onto the cushions you feel your brain spinning.

“Oh my god,” you groan against his lips when he settles above you between your now open knees, dropping his weight down above you and cupping your jaw as he devours your mouth again.

“You’re so,” he shakes his head, regarding you in the dim studio light, “fuck, I don’t know,”

You smile up at him, “What is it?”

“You make me want to do stupid things, y/n,” he bites his lip quickly as he looks down at you, “and this is really, really stupid,”

“We should stop,” you tell him honestly, even though you want nothing more than to keep going right here on this couch, “the door’s not even locked,”

He blinks and glances over his shoulder, remembering himself immediately and pushing up and off you, clearing his throat and sighing, “We need to go home,”

“Yeah,” you agree, pulling yourself up and smoothing down your hair, “home,”

He starts to pack up your bag for you, letting you take a minute to right your clothes and look a little less conspicuous. When he turns back to you, he smiles and passes you the bag, “You should fix your lipstick,”

Your hand flies to your lips and you blush before rifling through your back for the little hand mirror you know is somewhere inside, “How bad is it?”

“You look pretty thoroughly kissed,” he grins suddenly, looking proud of himself as he picks up his bag from the floor and hitches it over his shoulder.

When you catch sight of yourself, he’s absolutely right, the pinkness of your lipstick smudged away fully in a hazy smear, and you do your best to control the obvious mess with a tissue and a fresh coat of gloss. “We can’t do that here again, someone will say something,”

“You’re right,” he nods, “it was a one-time thing,”

You stand and slip the mirror away, meeting his eyes, “Exactly, but… if do you want to kiss me, you can kiss me at home, you know,”

He makes a little face, a slight grimace, and hums, “I don’t really like to share,”

Your gut tightens, “Hongjoong, you’re not... I don’t want to come between,”

“It’s not that,” he interrupts, “I don’t mean it that way,”

“How do you mean it?”

“I’m not,” he shifts from foot to foot and searches for the right words, his eyes leaving yours, “I’m not comfortable with this kind of thing with other people around. And we’re never alone,”

“Oh,” it clicks into place, “you don’t like public displays of affection,”

“Right,” he nods.

“You could have told me,” You nudge his arm, “I think we could have figured out ways to be alone if that’s what you wanted. I thought you were just giving me space or something,”

“That too,” he takes your hand in his, “but I don’t know, I can never relax like that. Not like the others can,”

“That’s okay,” you assure him.

“It would be easier if I was more like that, I know that,” he smiles, closed lipped and seeming apologetic, “but it’s not something I can easily do,”

“I’m not asking you to,” you shake your head, “I like you. I like you like this, no other way.”

“I like you too,” he squeezes your hand in his.

“Let’s go home,” you squeeze him back, “let’s get some food, and get some more work done, and if you want to continue this, just come to my room later. It doesn’t have to be a whole thing,”

He nods, “I’d like that,”

“Good,” you sigh and lean in quick to press a fast kiss to his lips, “I would too, now let’s get going,”

He smiles at you again and picks up your bag to hand it back to you before slinging his own over his shoulder. This time, you make it to the door successfully and as you leave the building, a good foot of space between you now that there’s a possibility someone could see you.

On the way home in the back of the manager’s van you talk about work more, you pick up udon on the way and slip into the dorms with a couple of bags of takeout and a plan. The dorms are fairly quiet, they’ve had a lighter schedule before the next few days of back-to-back shooting and late nights. Wooyoung is visiting his family and Seonghwa is out with old friends, and you suspect the others are tucked away in their rooms to get some rest before the early morning.

Hongjoong reassembles his portable workstation on the acrylic coffee table as you lay out the food, sorting though and popping open the containers. “I’m getting a water,” you tell him as you head into the kitchen, “do you want anything?”

“Um,” he trails off, and you know he’s thinking about something else, “yeah, yes,”

When you come back, two glasses of water in hand, you can’t help but smile. He’s rearranged the food slightly so that your laptop and headphones can sit on the coffee table too, and he’s poking through your bag to find the notebook and pen you favor to scribble down relevant thoughts to yourself. He hears you return, tossing a glance in your direction and you see one of his cheeks is already full with a dumpling.

“Mm,” he says, mouth still full, “do you want to go through these new audio samples with me?”

You nod, setting your glasses down and settling on the floor next to him, pulling your knees up to your chest and grabbing a container off the table to get something in your stomach. “What have you got?”

“I’m thinking about something different for my project,”

You listen as he sifts through files on his laptop, pausing every so often to take another bite of food. He explains, walking through what he’s looking for and asking your thoughts. You’ve come to find out that with Hongjoong, if he’s not working on a project for Ateez, he’s working on something personal. He has a back catalogue of partially complete songs and files upon files on his computer of samples and rap verses.

When you first started working with him, you tried suggesting that he rest or relax – to try just watching a movie or hanging out, but the truth of it is that if he’s not making music, he’s thinking about music, so you let that notion go quickly.

Somewhere around the bottom of your bowl of noodles you hear him sigh, heavy, and scrub his eyes. He hasn’t found what he wants yet, and the thought deep in his brain must be specific. You don’t know Eden well yet, but when Hongjoong is like this he reminds you of him, just a little less polished and a little more chaotic, though that could certainly just be the years of experience.

“Sometimes walking away for a bit helps,” you remind him as you set your empty container back on the table, “if I can’t figure it out, I don’t force it.”

“Mm,” he nods and leans back against the edge of the couch behind you, “you’re right, it’s just bothering me.”

You shift, propping up one arm on the couch cushion and leaning your chin in your hand, angling towards him fully now, “I understand,”

He gives you a small smile and blinks hard, and you can tell he’s exhausted and just trying to shake off the tiredness.

“Hongjoong,” you murmur, “do you always work this hard?”

His lips quirk and he turns his body towards yours on the floor, your knees pressed against each other and he gets comfortable and takes a mental moment away from the task at hand. “It’s not always work,”

“I know,” you nod, “believe me I get that,”

“Mhm,” he nods, “how’s your stuff coming along?” He gestures towards your open laptop, and you smile. He’s been watching you work on some personal projects every night for weeks and short of asking his opinion on small things, he hasn’t really heard the near finished product of your newest piece.

“Good,” you reply, “do you want to hear it?”

“All of it?” he perks up.

“Yeah,”

“Let’s go,” he gestures towards your laptop and as you reach over to get your headphones for him and move the laptop closer, he stretches and stands, moving to the couch behind your back and laying down on his back, reaching out a hand for the headphones.

“What are you doing?” You laugh, handing them over.

“Giving it my full attention,” he settles the headphones over his ears and gets comfortable.

“Okay,” you wait for him to give you the go ahead, and then you press play and watch him sink into it. With a sigh, you lean back against the couch, keeping your eyes away from him so you don’t make yourself nervous about his reaction and you wait.

Hongjoong reaches out, settling his hand on your shoulder before sliding it to rest against your neck and you feel his thumb tapping out a rhythm on your skin. His hand slows, stilling and relaxing against you, and you wait longer.

You watch the song draw to a close on your laptop, and still, he doesn’t move. You chew the inside of your lip and wait, fingers bouncing on your knee, but when you finally twist your head to see his reaction, you realize he’s asleep. His mouth is parted, breathing steady and slow, and his expression is finally relaxed. You know he’s been exhausted.

Quietly you remove the headphones from his head and move slowly, hoping not to wake him, but he barely shifts. He’s already sleeping heavily, and only when you shift forwards to pull your laptop closer, his hand on your shoulder tightens slightly. You want to wake him and put him to bed, you want to put yourself to bed, but after days of running late nights and his early day tomorrow you don’t have the heart to move.

It’s late, but you can stay up a little longer, you can give him some time to rest. Within minutes you’re back to work, and twenty minutes turn into forty as you edit.

“He’s asleep early,” Seonghwa’s low voice startles you slightly and you jump, pulling off your headphones completely and turning to look.

Hongjoong’s hand is still resting on your shoulder, and you see the way that Seonghwa notes it. Early for Hongjoong is any time before two in the morning, and Seonghwa smiles as he comes around the couch and gets a good look at you both.

“Did you just get home?” You ask him quietly.

“Mhm,” he nods, slipping off his oversized brown blazer and laying it over the back of a chair, “I haven’t caught up with my hometown friends in a while, so we just kept talking,”

“That’s nice,” you smile, and glance down at where Hongjoong’s hand has now shifted in his sleep to sit a little lower and splay over your shoulder and onto your chest.

“Did he…” Seonghwa considers his words for a moment and then shrugs, “did you go on a date or something?”

You can’t help but laugh, “No, no, just a late night at the studio and I’m trying to make sure he eats something more substantial than a protein bar.” You gesture to the empty containers around you.

Hongjoong makes a grumbled noise behind you and rolls over suddenly, his hand disappearing over your shoulder as he tucks himself up tightly facing the back of the couch and sighs heavy in his sleep. Seonghwa smiles warmly, his eyes on his friend. “You’ve been staying late with him, I hardly see you,”

“I know,” you sigh, “but I just feel like I can’t get enough of the studio,”

“That’s good,” he nods, “you should love it,”

“It’s hard to leave him when he’s working, too,” you glance back at Hongjoong’s sleeping form.

“Mm,” Seonghwa shifts to come and sit on the floor by you, keeping your voices low, “I know what you mean.”

You’re quiet for a beat, enjoying his sudden closeness and warmth after missing each other for days, “Did you want some of the food? We have plenty left,” you offer him.

“Maybe in a bit,” he smiles, “but we have an early day tomorrow,”

“I know,” you nod your head towards Hongjoong, “that’s why I’m glad he’s sleeping. He needs the rest.”

Seonghwa nods and looks at his friend again, “Let me help you clean this up,” he says gesturing towards the containers on the coffee table and pulling himself to his feet. He packs up the food with ease and you move to help him, shutting Hongjoong’s laptop and tucking it back into his bag to protect it from any potential spills. Quietly you both wrap up the food nod toss any of the trash in a bag, and Seonghwa wipes off the table and sets the remote back to its rightful place.

“Come this way,” Seonghwa waves you over and you follow him into the kitchen, helping him tuck the leftovers away in the fridge.

He sighs and leans back against the counter, “I didn’t want to wake him, and we can talk a little better here.”

You nod and step towards him, and he rests his hands comfortably on your hips, “Good idea,”

“How are things, love?” He murmurs, bringing you another step closer and keeping his voice soft and low.

“Busy,” you rest your hands on his chest to balance yourself better as he wraps his arms around you a little more, “I knew it would be, but I don’t know how you all do it.”

“We’re used to it,” he tells you, “but it’s still hard.” He reaches up, cupping your cheek softly in his hand, “You shouldn’t work yourself too hard. Are you eating well? Getting rest?”

The way he looks at you has you warm, his eyes soft and round and full of gentle concern. You shake your head, leaning your cheek into his hand as you do, “I’m good, I promise. It’s a busy schedule, but I like busy.”

“Would you tell me if you need a break?” One of his eyebrows raise.

“Seonghwa,” you shake your head, “you don’t have to take care of me too,”

He rolls his eyes a little and his hand slips back to hold your neck, his thumb brushing against your jawline, “y/n,” he smiles, “we’re dating, it’s okay to let us take care of you. That’s what people in relationships do for each other. Besides,” he sighs, “I can’t help it, I’m always fussing over everyone.”

“That’s true,” you tease him a little.

“Mm,” he nods, his hand tightening on your back as he holds you steady so that he can dip down and kiss you warmly, “So, would you tell me?”

“If you want me to,” you shake your head, kissing him again and pressing up on your toes to meet his mouth better.

“Good,” he nuzzles you gently with his nose and his hand slips down to hold your lower back.

Leaning back from him you meet his eyes, “I am sorry we’ve been missing each other though,” you tell him honestly, “I’ve missed this too,”

He nods, but before he can respond the light in the kitchen clicks on above you and you both squint at the sudden bright change. You turn, still held in Seonghwa’s arms, and see Jongho padding into the room, a yawn on his lips.

“Oh,” you move to step away from Seonghwa, leaning into the knee jerk reaction to limit public affection, but Seonghwa doesn’t move except to drop his hands back to your hips and Jongho shakes his head.

“Relax,” he tells you, reaching up in the cabinet for a glass and then moving to stand next to you and fill his glass with cold water. His hair is mussed, and he’s dressed as casually as you’ve ever seen him, loose white t-shirt and navy sweatpants that hang off his hips and accentuate his muscular build.

“Can’t sleep?” Seonghwa murmurs.

Jongho shakes his head, “I keep waking up,”

“Is something bothering you?” Seonghwa asks, and you feel his hands loosen on your sides as he assesses his friend’s face.

Jongho shakes his head though and tips the glass back to gulp down half of the water, throwing the tap back on and filling it again, “No, just a little restless.”

Seonghwa nods, “It’s late,”

“I’m going to try to get some more sleep, you should too,” You’re sure he’s thinking of their early schedule and his pending alarm. He turns to you, meeting your eyes with a sleepy smile, “Goodnight, y/n,”

“Night, Jongho,” you murmur, and he squeezes your shoulder before heading back to the door of the kitchen.

He disappears around the corner, leaving the light on, and when you look back to Seonghwa you see the tired expression on his face despite his smile and flirty nature.

“I should let you sleep,” you lean into him again, “and I have an early wake up too.”

“Mm, I know you’re right,” he murmurs.

“Come on,” you step back from him fully now, and he lets his hands fall away, “we should sleep but I’ll be home when you all get back tomorrow. We can spend some time together if you’re not too exhausted,”

He nods, “I’d like that,”

You click the light off, and you hear him follow you out of the room. In the living room, Hongjoong stays tucked towards the back of the couch, sleeping silently. Seonghwa moves past you, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and shaking it loose, tucking it around Hongjoong. He picks up Hongjoong’s cell off the table and keys in the passcode, navigating to his clock app and flicking through the alarms. He flips four of them on, all separated by five minutes each, checks the volume on the ringer, and leaves the phone on the table.

“Shouldn’t we make him sleep in his own bed?” You whisper.

“If we wake him up, he’ll just stay up. It’s better to let him sleep here,” Seonghwa says.

“Ah,” you nod, “let him rest then.”

Behind the couch Seonghwa pulls you back to him quickly, a soft smile on his lips before he captures your mouth in a kiss. He holds you close, kissing you tenderly before moving away and pressing another quick peck to your hair, “Okay, okay, get to bed,”

“You too,” you push him away and take a step back, unable to stop smiling at his reluctance to leave you and the butterflies it gives you before he disappears around the corner for bed.

In the morning, everyone is up and bustling around before you’d normally wake, but the noise gets you up and know there’s no getting back to sleep now. They’re supposed to be filming for the entire day, and you know they won’t be back until late at night, probably after ten. The office was going to be quieter without them, and with no dance practice to go to after your regular workday, you’ll have the night strangely to yourself.

You’re fixing yourself coffee when Hongjoong’s voice behind you makes you jump and almost drop the sugar spoon.

“I fell asleep on you last night,” he says, but when he watches you jump, he rushes to apologize, “Sorry, sorry, good morning,”

“Morning,” you smile, turning and laughing, “I know, I just thought you could use the rest,”

“Mm,” he nods, “Still, I’m sorry, I wanted to spend some more time with you,”

�� The innuendo wouldn’t be obvious to anyone, but after the fevered kisses in the studio and your offer for him to come to your room, you know what he means. Your cheeks heat a little, and it catches you how handsome he is like this – bare faced and relaxed, a backwards cap covering his hair and his clothes casual and oversized since the stylists would be dressing them on site.

He smiles at your expression, noting your pink cheeks, and he softly clears his throat, “Have a good day at the office today,”

“Thanks,” behind you the rest of the boys are bumping into each other and trying to get ready in the small space, but you take the moment to reach out and take Hongjoong’s hand, squeezing once and then letting it go. His eyes flick over you, and as you start to tell him to have a good day, to be safe, he closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours.

He leans in a little further, his hand anchoring on your waist, and you sigh into his touch, kissing him back until he finally leans away and drops his hands. His back is to the rest of the members, but no one is really watching. There’s a lingering smile on Seonghwa’s mouth that you catch, but there’s no telling exactly what put it there.

“Okay,” Hongjoong nods, looking a little lighter, “I’ll see you later then,”

“Yeah,”

“I’ll finish listening to the song tonight, okay?” He tells you, “I do really want to hear it,”

At the commotion behind you in the living room you usher him out, pushing him towards the door, “I know,”

It’s still dark outside as their cars all pull away, leaving you alone in the dorms to get ready for work. You’re getting the sense that these odd hours and difficult schedules are going to get worse over the next few months with a comeback on the horizon and a tour scheduled after that. The least you can do is be helpful, to try and lessen their stress even a little, and if they can work as hard as they’re working, you can too.

a/n: next chapter is in the works! hoping to post next weekend and get back on a normal schedule! after that i already have chapters 14 through 19 mostly complete!

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Saeran lingers outside your door for a moment before knocking as gently as he can. He's still getting used to the feeling of the leather gloves against his skin, but the rest of this disguise is easy for him. He's spent so much of his life pretending to be Ray that by now it almost feels natural to imitate that marshmallow. “Come in,” you call from inside the room, your voice soft and sweet.

Already, you are falling for Saeran's ruse, hook, line, and sinker. All he needs to do is knock differently to convince you that he is no longer a threat, that your darling Ray has returned to comfort you. “Are you sure you even want to see me, after everything I’ve put you through?” He calls back, sounding as timid as possible. The look on your face when he finally pounces is going to make up for all of this groveling, Saeran assures himself. Then, you’ll be the one asking embarrassing questions and averting your gaze.

“I always want to see you,” you reply, sounding almost cheerful. This is nothing out of the ordinary, of course— you’re usually energetic, even when Saeran is doing everything in his power to make your life hell.

Well, you're practically asking him to mess with you now, he decides, restraining himself from throwing the door open. Instead, he calmly turns the knob, allowing himself just enough space to slip between the door and the wall. “My MC,” he breathes, trying to sound pathetic. Judging by your expression, he's doing a phenomenal job. “My prince(ss). I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” you reply, still sounding painfully tranquil. You must be pretending to be strong to trick Ray into trusting you— well, to your credit, it worked the last time. This time, though, Saeran is going to show you what happens to weak people who try to act stronger than they are. “I was getting worried. I'm glad you came— I was just about to call and check on you.”

Ha! You would try calling Ray even after he disappeared. You're probably too much of an airhead to figure out that he wouldn’t be able to answer. Saeran needs to change the subject fast, before he bursts out laughing and ruins his scheme. This is really just too good, and he's barely even started. “MC…” he lets your name escape his lips as a breathy sigh, “Would you... could I please… well, could I have a kiss?” He widens his eyes as far as they'll go, letting his lips part in a pantomime of vulnerability— he's sure he looks as comical as he sounds, stumbling over one simple request, but you seem unperturbed.

“Of course, honey.” You speak so casually as you hold out your arms for him, like this was exactly what you expected. Then again, of course you would expect Ray to fall for your strange tricks. “C'mere.”

“Sure,” Saeran breathes. It takes a lot of effort to keep imitating Ray's voice as he approaches you, pitching into your embrace. Unlike Ray, he's never done this before, but he must be doing a passable job, because you don't have anything to say about his strange behavior. Seriously, he’s not even trying that hard anymore, and you still can’t tell the difference between him and Ray? Pathetic.

You draw him into a hug, and Saeran inhales the breezy scent of your shampoo. He hates that smell, hates how weak it makes him, hates the way it mixes with your natural scent and expands to fill up the whole room. It takes all of his effort to keep from pushing you away, from punishing you for giving him these complicated feelings— you must be doing it on purpose. How could anybody's passive existence have anything resembling this effect on somebody as strong as Saeran? But it will all be worth it when he reveals himself.

You say you love Ray so much, but you don’t even notice when Saeran dresses in your lover's clothes. It will destroy you to realize that you unknowingly kissed the monster who waltzed into your bedroom wearing your prince's face. You'll prove once and for all that all you care about is that face, anyway— you're just like every other liar, making false promises that you do not intend to keep. Saeran is going to revel in ruining your plans, in the tears that you shed once he turns this game around.

He expects you to pull away a little to kiss him on the lips— that was certainly what he hoped would happen when he made his initial request. Instead, you press your lips gently to the top of his head. “You don't have to act like Ray, you know,” you breathe, caressing his arm with affection that feels obvious, even through the ridiculous pink coat. “First of all, I can tell the difference, anyway, and more importantly, I never want to make you pretend to be anything you're not. You’re safe with me, Saeran. I hope you know that.”

He pushes you away. Of course, he has to. Saeran can’t let you go around thinking that he liked being held in your arms— no matter what you say, he has a reputation to maintain. “What the hell are you doing?” He demands. It’s all he can think of to say.

Before you can tell him what he already knows— that you were only giving him what he asked for— Saeran darts across the room and slams the door behind him on his way out. He doesn’t need to hear your excuses, anyway. He’s too busy making up his own.

#All day at work this has been the only thing in my head #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble

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KPTS recs list

Most of these recs are rarepairs or VegasPete, but there are a couple recs for KinnPorsche and KimChay in here! Some Gen fic too.

Note: I read a lot of these fics months ago, so I can’t give any content warnings that aren’t already on AO3. I can only rec the fics, so curate your experience and have fun!!

KinnPorsche

the house don’t fall (when the bones are good) (E rated) by bytheriveriwept

The reality of Kinn is at times a grasping, hungry thing even when he is standing still. Or: Porsche and Kinn are the Theerapanyakun agency's best team. They live in each other's pockets and share their deepest secrets. But when Porsche takes on the role of bait in their latest mission, it throws their entire relationship into a spiral.

playing with fire (M rated) by @fractured-ice

For a long time in Porsche’s life, smoking was a constant.

Safe and Sound (T rated) by @achray1

Five times Kinn was nearly kidnapped, and one time he was.

VegasPete

in the shape of your dreams (E rated) by @t4tvegaspete

“Kinn,” Pete clarified, as he regarded Vegas. “You egg him on. You seek out his attention.” “That’s because I hate him,” Vegas said. “And he’s a scourge on my general existence and I want to make him suffer. Simple.” “He’s also very good-looking.” The words dropped like a pin to the ground. “Did you honestly just say that to me right now?” — Vegas is in a dark place. Pete can tell Kinn has something to do with it.

Comfort (E rated) by @ghost--houses

"Well, that was excruciating," Vegas says as they walk through the front door.

Business Sense (E rated) by duty_free

Vegas uses sex to help Porsche with a deal.

fool’s gold landed on my shoulder (M rated) by @phneltwrites

Today is the day the minor family attacks the major family’s compound. It’s the seventh time for Vegas. (Time loop fic)

life's too short to drink bad wine (M rated) by @wedielike

When Kinn sends Pete to check out Vegas' undisclosed wine bar, Pete expects to find some dirty dealings. He doesn't expect Vegas' invitation to taste something special and all that it entails.

A Rock and a Hard Place (E rated) by rivers_bend

Pete knows what he wants, and that he'd be an idiot to go after it. But Vegas isn't someone he can resist.

KimChay

lessons in shooting sparrows (T rated) by violetsky

"Can you teach me how to shoot a gun?"

Love's a Two-Way Dream (E rated) by @giraffeter

Kim stands up as well and slips an arm around Chay’s waist to steady him. Chay’s body melts under Kim’s touch. Waves ripple and rebound through him, concentric rings spreading from Kim’s fingertips. Chay sags into him, half-expecting to float. “I don’t…” Chay mumbles. “What… hmm…” He can’t think. He’s so warm. “Did you…?” “I gave you a little something,” Kim says. His voice is so smooth. Chay wants to swim in it. “To help you relax.” ~ Post-canon, Chay and Kim are back together, but Kim wants to keep Chay all to himself. Forever. He's got some ideas for how to do it. AKA: "The Kimchay Atticwife Fic"

Other Ships

Inevitability (T rated) by @static-abyss (KinnTay)

"We'll always have each other, you know that right?" Tay says, turning on his side to look at Kinn. "It doesn't matter what happens. You always have me."

Built for Sin series (E rated) by @kat8porgs and @queerebrum (Porsche/Kinn/Pete/Vegas)

Someone had tried to strangle Pete. Kinn had a bad feeling about who. He’d known, after all, exactly where he was sending Pete. But, a part of him had refused to believe that Vegas was capable of this. -- Kinn comes up with a plan to get back at Vegas for what he's done to Pete. Or at least, Kinn's dick has a plan.

goodnight (M rated) by @any-open-eye (VegasPorsche)

“You should have come home with me, Porsche,” Vegas says, barely over a whisper. “Just once.” Porsche grips the edge of the table. Fuck this. “You had me on your bike,” he says. “Seems like you could have brought me home if that’s what you wanted.” Vegas grins, and this time it looks less polished. “Do you think either of us would have survived me kidnapping my cousin’s new favorite?” (vegas and porsche are out on a job. they consider lost possibilities.)

no tenderness (E rated) by @veliseraptor (KinnVegas)

He felt dizzy, reckless, his pulse throbbing in his ears. Drunker than he knew he was. “Which one, Kinn? Am I your dog or your whore?” Vegas and Kinn make very, very bad choices.

fuck it all back down (E rated) by @syzyg3tic (VegasBig, VegasPorsche, VegasKen, VegasTawan, VegasPete)

Everything about sex is performative. There is no such thing as fucking without an agenda, at least in Vegas’s experience. He wouldn’t have survived to adulthood if he was precious about shit like that. Vegas and some of the men he sleeps with in his desperate, rage-filled attempts to be loved or hated--either will work.

drain the wellspring dry. (M rated) by @evashougouki (VegasTawan)

“Vegas,” he told him a few minutes after the knots had been tied, “Vegas, I don’t think I like this. Can you untie me?” For a second, when Vegas had looked down at him, Tawan had thought he had seen a flash of anger in his eyes, dark and fathomless. It was gone in a second, and Tawan convinced himself it had never been there in the first place— he was just on edge from trying something new. "Does it hurt?" "No." “Then we don’t have to stop, do we?" (Tawan's trapped in a haunted house of his own making.)

safe (right here in your arms) (M rated) by @toomoonfic (ArmTankhun)

Arm chokes on his own spit. “Um, I’m sorry, sir,” he says, “but Mr. Kinn implicitly told us that we shouldn’t let you watch any of that series anymore. At least not in the family theater.” Tankhun hums thoughtfully. “Do you think Kinn might be more receptive if we put some gay porn on?” he says. “At least Porsche should know what’s going to happen to him if he keeps returning my brother’s longing glances.” or, someone tries to kidnap Tankhun again. Porsche bleeds all over an expensive car. Pol is exasperated. And Arm is perfect, as usual.

Gen

no longer children (T rated) by alone_ghost (Tankhun & Kinn)

"Do you hate me?" Kinn and Tankhun struggle to find their place after Kinn takes over as heir to the main family.

blindside (T rated) by @lu-sn (Macau & Pete)

While Vegas is still in a coma, Korn summons Macau to have a talk with him. Macau's pretty sure everything's about to go to shit.

Civil Hands (T rated) by @ameliarating (Pete-centric, brief VegasPete)

There's legitimate violence and there's illegitimate violence. Pete finds a way to live in this filthy world.

I hope you’ve found something new in these recs! I’m thinking of making another rec post in the future. Now for some shameless promo, if there are particular ships or concepts you’ve been looking for in KPTS fics, check out the @kptskinkmeme! You can request fics on AO3 or Dreamwidth, and if you’re a writer you might find a prompt that speaks to you!

#kpts #kinnporsche recs #vegaspete #kinnporsche #kimchay #vegasporsche #kinnvegas #vegaskinn

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Hhhhhi~ Um... this was supposed to be short, but uh...it's not. Part 2 soon. I hope you like it! Feed back is appreciated. I will likely rewrite this before part 2 or before it goes up on a03. Anyway! Here you go.

Acrid smoke stung your eyes until the oscillating fan made another pass giving you respite until the cigarette between your teeth burned down a little more. You needed it. That hit of nicotine to keep your eyes open even if it made it hard to at the same time. You were at the tail end of an eight hour shift, tired. Bone tired. It was day four of five and you had to come back tomorrow at 7pm. It was 4:47am. You just wanted to go home.To sleep. Thirteen more minutes and you were free. Just thirteen more. Thinking about it made your arms feel heavier, even counting your tips felt like a chore at this point. “Hey! You got a guy!”

You were too tired to groan. You ripped the cigarette out of your mouth and asked as nicely as you could manage “Table or VIP?” “I dunno,” The other girl said, waddling past you with one of her heels off already. “Just asked for you on my way back and I said I’d get you for him.” You snuff your smoke out a little too aggressively, but she doesn’t notice. You weren’t mad at her and didn’t want her to think that so you take a deep breath and check yourself. Whatever this guy wanted would end with a big fat tip for your efforts. Not a bad way to end the night and so you pop a stick of peppermint gum in your mouth out of the tray on the table and put on your best smile while shuffling your money and zipping it up in your bag to take home.

“Wish me luck.” You say tossing your bag back in your locker and shrugging on your ripped up black tank top on over your bra. It was enough. You weren’t going to pull out all the stops this early in the morning and you were wearing most of your layers anyway. “Good luck!” She called after you. You nearly jump out of your skin when you straight up run into the guy making him take a few staggered steps back after opening the door. He’d been waiting so close to it you were shocked you didn’t hit him right in schnoz. At least you knew who’d asked for you right away.

“Well hey there, handsome!” He was, in fact, not handsome. He was- God, he was really sweaty. Why was he so sweaty? You’d barely touched him and you felt like someone hit you with a toad straight out of a parking lot puddle.

“Hh-ih-hhh-hi.” Oh no, he was a weird one. Like really weird. He stood there in all his buck toothed glory wringing his hands, out of his element entirely in a dorky little suit with a terrible comb over and glasses that magnified his eyes to the point of comedy. Shaking. Trembling. In absolute shambles and for no reason you could see. Existing was this creature’s enemy.

Those big brown eyes blinked up at you and he said…absolutely nothing. He only got out that squeaky hi. He’d been hard to hear over the music, but you weren’t worried about Mr. Mumbles. You’d be back in the VIP soon enough by your estimation and be able to hear him just fine. You put that winning smile back on and his shivering intensified. You didn’t think his eyes could get bigger, but he responded like you’d taken your top off in front of him for the second time tonight.

He was just your type. Those sweet old nerds that never peaked fell head over heels for you and the 80’s goth aesthetic you so carefully cultivated for work. You triggered that nostalgia for that youth they missed out on, the prime they could have had. The hot girl in their comp-sci class they could never work up the courage to even wave at in the hall and for a couple of thin easily earned, for them at least, measly dollars you could be theirs for just a few minutes. To look at and, for the right price, you’d touch them and they could pretend they hadn’t been such losers.

“What can the Banshee do for you?” “Mmm…” You glanced at the clock then back at him. There was no such thing as overtime here, little man. You couldn’t say that, but you certainly thought it at least twice before he said “I-I-I was hoping wh-” He had some kind of a tic. It looked like he flinched. Maybe he had. It made your shaved eyebrow arch.

4’10, mousey brown hair. Greasy. Eyes watery and dark. The job came with it’s hazards and it looked like this guy might be one of them. You memorized his features, there weren’t any identifying marks you could see, just in case. Just like your boss had taught you. “I was hoping for a private, uh, show?” Oh, he was English. Now that he was actually managing some words you could hear the accent. That was weird. This wasn’t exactly a tourist destination. He must work in the city? “Yeah?” You say sounding more interested in it than you actually were.

Your faux enthusiasm made him perk up. “I-I-I brought money! A lot of money!” He reached into his coat and pulled out the biggest wad of cash you’d ever seen with both hands, it had to be at least ten thousand dollars. You grabbed his hands and held them down between the two of you so no one else could see. “Woah! Easy there, killer!” Was he insane?! This was Oldtown Gotham! He’d have jumped for a couple of fives down here if they knew he had them.

All he did in response was gasp when you touched him then stare down at where your hands had met his sweaty actively vibrating ones. “Let’s take this to the back, alright? You gotta be more careful.” He didn’t move at all until you moved him. Taking that huge brick of cash in one hand and his wrist in the other, you marched him to the first empty VIP lounge like he was a downright naughty boy being taken to his room.

Once the door was locked you turned to him “You could have been killed for this if anyone saw you with it.” You chastised bringing his hand up to set the cash in it. He didn’t answer, still staring at your hand on his wrist so you let him go. To his credit, he seemed to function better in the back. Maybe it had been the lights and loud music that had put him over the edge on top of whatever else he was dealing with? You didn’t know, but after a long quiet reboot he looked a little more human and a lot less like a rat that had touched the third rail. At least he was speaking up now or in the quiet room you could at least hear him better. You couldn’t tell. “I didn’t…think about it, I apologize.” He said in an awfully shrill voice making you question why was he apologizing to you? “I, ah… Well,” He held the money up again “I didn’t know how much to bring, you see, so I…well, I brought what seemed reasonable?” He poised it as a question more than an answer. Like he was asking if it was reasonable rather than explaining that it was. You squinted at him. THAT was a reasonable amount of money to him? How disconnected from reality was he?

“VIP packages start at three fifty.” You informed with good humor after crossing your arms and he gasped like this was breaking news he couldn’t have googled before coming at all. “Well,” The man counted out a few of the hundreds then fidgeted “What’s the biggest package?” He was nearly cute. “Do you have friends waiting outside or something?” “No! Why no! No, mam, just me!” You felt your hand touch your cheek as you stared at the little weirdo in absolute awed confusion. What on earth?

“You don’t need the biggest package then, sweetheart.” You were too nice. You should have just taken the money. He wanted to spend it and here you were talking him down like an idiot. “But I want the most time!” He said a little too loudly. God, he was desperate. Your manicured finger tapped against your cheek “We can work that out, but…what do you want?” Please don’t say sex. You weren’t even sure if security was even still in the building. “I-I need to give a presentation.”

What?

The look you must have given him prompted him to explain “I need to give a presentation! At work! A w-work presentation and, well, I-” He melted into nervous giggles before he finished, but managed to suppress them enough to finish after a moment “I need to practice. An audience so to speak and-” Oh, he looked miserable suddenly. “I don’t…” His voice lowered to a whisper “have any friends.” Your heart felt a little pang for him. Same, man. Well, sort of. You had work friends, but it wasn’t hard to believe this guy had no one at all. “Truly, I do need this!” He added quickly “My research depends on this! I promise I don’t mean to insult you or waste your time! I could lose funding and and and-” “I’m happy to work something out with you, but let's get you a drink first, alright?” “Alright.” He parroted back while taking quick half breaths on the verge of hyperventilating.

With peace and love, he didn’t look like a man who could hold his liquor. Nor did he seem like the type that would handle it well if he managed to so. He needed to relax. You were the complete package, you knew how to make more than a quick few cocktails. It was a part of the image. Thumbing through the Rolodex of recipes in your head you stopped on the first one that wouldn’t kill him on impact. A Friar Tuck, of course. Chocolate milk for big boys. You glanced back at him on your way to the fully stocked minibar. Big enough boys. Hazelnut liqueur, dark crème de cacao, and frangelico with, in this case, some nice cold half n’ half shaken with ice then strained in a glass.

“Sip.” You say handing the glass to… hang on a second. “Now,” You sat him down in a chair with some gentle ushering “Let’s try this again. Hello, handsome.” He giggled nervously at you and smiled a sort of odd suppressed smile over being called handsome. You realized he was trying to hide his teeth now that he as thinking about it. There was no hiding those buck teeth. “What’s your name?”

“Jervis. Jervis Tetch.”

#jervis tetch x reader #//.mywriting.//#jervis tetch x you #jervis tetch fanfic

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Ok ok ok omg how about the knights (well, maybe at least Gwaine, Lancelot, and Leon 😂) with a pregnant s/o AND/OR them as dads !!! 😍 also. Can I just say? I’m quaking to discover you write smut for this show.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙🌿

⭑ The Careful Dad™

⭑ Baby proofs the house as soon as he knows you’re pregnant.

“My love where is my sewing kit?”

“On the top shelf,” Percival replied, his back toward you as he rubbed his chin in thought.

“But I can’t reach it?”

“Good. Then the baby will definitely not be able to.”

⭑ Holds the baby like he’ll break it like a porcelain vase.

⭑ 100x more gentle than usual whenever the baby is around. When you were pregnant he barely touched you because he was so scared he would hurt you and the baby.

⭑ Always sensitive to the baby’s cries and is the first one out of bed to check.

⭑ Cried the first time he held his daughter. Percival thought she was the most beautiful baby he had ever seen.

⭑ After a while he calms down, knowing that accidents happen and you can only do what you can.

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝐸𝑙𝑦𝑎𝑛🌳

⭑ The Protective Dad™

⭑ Doesn’t want just anyone to be around the baby. He needs to know who they are and how they’re family/friends.

“Elyan, that was my childhood friend!” You scolded, holding the babe to your chest.

“And how would I know that? He could have been a kidnapper for all I know!”

⭑ Oh god he’s stressed. Elyan is constantly making sure that your baby is healthy. He definitely goes to Gaius and tells him of all the rashes, fevers, etc., Gaius nearly always tells him that it’s normal, but Elyan keeps a watchful eye.

⭑ He’s very hands-on. Changing nappies, taking the babe to family members - he wants to make sure you and the baby are safe.

⭑ Guinevere helps with the child a lot. Baby-sitting, or simply being around you a lot. Having another person just... there ... eases the stress.

⭑ You’re usually the one to calm Elyan down

“He’s fine. It’s alright. Gwaine didn’t drop him-”

“He could have. I’m never letting him hold my son again.”

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝐿𝑒𝑜𝑛🥀

⭑The Proud Dad™

⭑ “Did you see that? Did you see what she just did?!” Leon bellowed, the biggest smile on his face.

“Yes honey, she’s been doing that for months now.”

“I know. But it’s just so - so impressive!”

⭑ Talks everyone’s ear off about how amazing his kid is. If phones existed back then, he’d have hundreds of videos and photos of your child doing normal things. And harass anyone;

“Look at my daughter, isn’t she talented?”

“She’s picking her nose...”

“And doing a great job at it!!!”

⭑ It brings a smile to your face - you thought giving Leon a girl would bring shame. But he hates that mindset. He doesn’t care what the sex of the baby is - as long as it can breathe, he’s happy.

⭑ I feel like he’s the dad of the knights as well, so he would adopt random kids throughout Camelot. Like invite them for dinner, or make sure they’re safe.

⭑ Your house would never be quiet. And although it may be stressful at times, you know that Leon does it because he has such a good heart.

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝐺𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒🌷

⭑The Fun Dad™

⭑ “Sweetheart, I’m just taking Finn to the pub,” Gwaine called from the front door.

“The pub? THE PUB?” Your voice grew louder with realization.

“He’s not going to have a drink-”

“I GAVE BIRTH TWO WEEKS AGO GWAINE.”

⭑ You just know every kid is going to be jealous of yours. Gwaine would always be the life of the kid’s party. And would definitely play with all the children. Imagine them climbing all over your husband, him pretend screaming and absolute shrieks of laughter from the little ones.

⭑ Would want to have a whole army of children. He gets along better with kids than most adults.

⭑ Gwaine would most definitely embarrass your child. But not on purpose though. He’s just a friendly, loud man that is practically shameless.

⭑ Hasn’t got a single clue how to be a father but does the best he can. One thing he does know is that the most important thing is to be present in his child’s life.

⭑ You know that Gwaine secretly worries about you and his children all the time.

𝑆𝑖𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑡🍂

⭑ The Doting Dad™

⭑ “I love you so much,” Lancelot cooed to the little bundle in his arms. The baby babbled incoherently in response.

“Oh, you love me too. Well, I love you more-”

⭑ Never leaves without planting a firm kiss on the baby’s head.

⭑ Has written many letters just in case he doesn’t return from a quest or a battle. He wants his baby to know him, but most of all, who he wants his child to grow into.

⭑Lancelot wants his child to know that they are loved, no matter what they do, where they go, or who they’re with. His love will never fade away.

⭑ He’s never judgemental and will always hear the new opinions your child has. Lancelot has an open mind and wants your child to have as many opportunities for education, to learn, and to grow as a person.

⭑ Lancelot is eternally grateful to the fates for giving him such a beautiful family. He thinks he’s the luckiest man in the world.

#knights of camelot #bbc merlin #merlin bbc headcanons #bbc merlin headcanons #bbc arthur #sir lancelot #sir gwaine #sir percival #sir elyan #sir leon #headcanons #dads #dad headcanons

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New World (one-shot #1)

A/N: Karra is my Dark urge Tav (Check her out here https://www.tumblr.com/marvelgurl789fanfics/733491072755466240/my-dark-urge-tav-karra-a-63-drow-with-ascended?source=share) these one-shots with Karra and Astarion are going to connect but you do not need to read them all for them to make sense. feel free to leave ideas of what you would like to see and username, so I can give credit for the idea. sorry the beginning of this one going to be long setting up my head cannon world.

Karra Info:

Hight: 6'3"

Weight: 200 lbs.

Race: Drow

Class: Fighter (Campion)

Description: she is a bigger built women with a muscular frame. Her right eye is violet, and her left is a deep red. Her skin is a medium gray with a slight purple tint to it. her hair is a wave light gray that goes to her mid back.

Rated: M (+18 Smut/ will make cut when it starts if you want to skip)

-NEW WORLD-

Five years after Karra became the Absolute in the name of her father and his beloved Consort. Times he hated he didn't have control over her because of the damn tadpole she still possessed, but at other times it made life even more amusing. But here they were in their palace they had their thralls build right outside Baldur's Gate. Gods know he wasn't going to stay in that Bastard Cazador's horror house, in fact once they took control, he had the whole place torn down. he wanted no trace that Cazador ever existed.

Here Astarion was sitting on a nice plush chair in his office that Karra dubbed his throne, Scratch was laying asleep at his feet. Astarion was lost in thought of all that happened since he was taken on the Nautiloid. They had five companions that have become very useful in the end even when He and Karra got their happy ending. Lae'zel and Wyll were worthy generals in their thrall army. Gale was very smart even if annoying but he made enchanted bottles so he could keep blood and not have it spoil, along with many other useful items. Then there was Shadowheart she was good at taking care of the more political side of their rule when he didn't feel like attending to it himself. There used to be another a tall red tiefling he forgot her name; she burned up the day they took control. (A/N: for the record I love Karlach)

With a heavy sigh Astarion got up from his chair careful not to wake the dog, as blood thirsty as his Bhaal-babe was she had a soft spot for the dog. He would never admit it, but he had a soft spot for the creature as well. He walked down the luxurious hall of his home. Thralls bowed their heads as he passed by, he made his way to the stairs at the end of the hall that led under their palace to Karra's playroom that he had gifted her a little selfishly. he loved spilling blood as much as the next but it's just a crime to get blood on the nice, polished marble floors. Once he was at the iron door at the bottom of the stairs, he could hear the screaming of Karra newest victim that the door was barely muffling. He opened the door the strong smell of blood filled his nose, yes with the ascension his untamable hunger was gone but the smell could still make his stomach growl.

His eyes landed on the beauty coved in blood who only wore an oversized shirt that barely covered her panties. Ever since Karra embraced her true nature, she barely like wearing any clothes and while Astarion loved the view he rather not have others seeing what's his. Here she was she was straddling a poor human woman under her as she drank all the blood from the women that wasn't pouring out of the many cuts on the women body, the women's screams quieted down as the light of life left her eyes. Once the body went completely limp Karra ripped her fangs out of the flesh with a gleeful giggle looking down at lifeless body under her. Astarion gave her a moment longer to enjoy her kill, he did love to see her so happy in her element.

"Darling, you seem to be enjoying yourself" Astarion finally spoke to notify her of his presents. Karra turned her head to the voice of her love with a crazed blood lust look on her blood-soaked face. "Yes, I have been, have you come down to play with me?" Karra asked as she stood and approached Astarion standing a whole head taller than him. "I would my love, but it looks as if you already broken all your toys I have gotten you" Astarion said looking at the human corpse and the pile of flesh and bones in the corner of the stone room that he couldn't make out what it once was after her fun.

"I'm sure we could find a new toy somewhere in the palace" Karra purred wrapping her blood covered hands around his neck as she pressed herself against him. while he hated that his nice silk clothes were now stained with blood but at the moment he couldn't seem to care with her looking at him with her lustful eyes. "Or we could play another game, pet" Astarion said while he gently pushed her back until the back of her thighs hit the stone slab table that she would sometime tie her toys down on while she played.

Karra sat on the edge of the table like Astarion wanted, he stood between her thighs with her on the table they were now face to face. Astarion ran his hands up her waist slowly lifting her blood-soaked shirt so he could feel her cool skin, leaning into her lips but before their lips met he tilted her head and lightly licking the blood off her cheek. Karra growled slight frustration of being denied a kiss. Astarion smirked at her reaction while he finished licking her cheek clean, then giving her what she wanted and met her lips in a heated kiss. His tongue pushed through her lips with no resistance and met hers, earning a pleased hum from the drow. she was so strong, and many feared her looming presents, but with a simple kiss he could have her puddy in his hand it made him feel so powerful to have this woman who could destroy worlds wanting him.

her hands gently pulled at the hairs at the back of his neck causing him to growl into the kiss while their tongues fought for dominance. Karra knew she would submit to Astarion in the end but she still like to play with him, she knew Astarion loved the playful fights she always put up too it always made thing more exciting. Astarion broke the kiss much too soon for Karra's liking but didn't get a chance to complain as she felt his lips at her neck lightly nipping her skin but not breaking it. She felt a familiar shiver of delight as she felt his teeth teasing her skin. "I do love when you're being a good girl my pet" Astarion cooed in her neck nipping a bit harder but still refusing to break the skin. "please" Karra wined at his teasing wanting nothing more than to feel the delicious pain of his fangs in her neck.

-Smut skip if you would like-

"Please what, my sweet darling" Astarion teased once more. "Bite me" Karra said quietly, Astarion would usually play he didn't hear her but she was being so good for him he let it slide this time. his fangs bit into her neck where he left his mark when he turned her and gave her his gift of eternal life. He was slightly worried her blood would lose its flavor once her turned her but if anything it made it all the more addictive. Karra moaned as he drank from her, one of Astarion hands moved up to grope her breast causing her to let out another wanting moan. With much reluctance he released her neck with a light hum leaving his lips. "you're always so sweet my darling" Astarion said pulling the ruined shirt over her head tossing it off to the side.

His fingers played with the hem of panties slowly pulling them from her, Karra lifted her hips making the job of stripping her easier. Once she was bare before him, he took a step back to admire his pretty pet, his hands gently holding her thigh open where he once stood so he could see all of her. Karra leaned back on the table putting all her weight on her elbows as she looked longingly at him. "I want to see you too" she purred. Astarion smiled unbuttoning his silk doublet slowly loving how her eyes burned hungrily at him, once upon a time someone looking at him like that would have made him sick, but with Karra his blood thirsty love he never wanted her to stop looking at him with that lustful look of hunger only he could satisfy. Throwing the doublet to the ground it was already ruined with blood, his undershirt quickly followed suit. Stepping back between her tights kicking off his leather shoes as he did. Astarion pulled her hips to meet his, she could feel his excitement through his perfectly tailored pants.

"I want you now" Karra purred now laying flat on the table arching her back with want for her love the only man that could handle her and her urges even encouraged her urges. "Easy pet you will get what you want, you just have to keep being a good girl for me" Astarion told her as he leaned down on her his words agents her breast, Astarion took the dark gray bud into his mouth suckling on it a bit roughly the way he knew she liked while his hand played with other. Karra moaned from the affection he was giving her body and she hugged him close to her body as she purred for him. Astarion moved to her other bud giving it the same attention as she grinded her hips against his, his pants now soaked with her want making him groan loving how her body so easily reacts to his touch.

His hands moving to her hips holding her down making her release a groan of frustration, kissing down her body getting closer to her core where she needed him the most but pulling away before granting her wish with a teasing look on his face. unlacing his pants looking at the lust crazed drow before him, discarding the rest of his clothes. "you ready my love?" Astarion asked lining himself up with her soaked core. With a nod and a whimper from Karra, Astarion entered her with a pleased sigh from both. she always felt so amazing wrapped around him, as soon as he bottomed out he started trusting slowly too slowly for Karra liking and he knew it. "More please" Karra panted bucking her hips to his to encourage him but his teasingly slow thrust didn't stop. "Beg" Astarion simple ordered her with a devilish smile on his face, Karra hated to beg if she wanted something she would just take it who would stop her but under this beautiful elf she would give anything if he would just give her what she needed what her urge craved from him. "please, please Astarion faster. harder." Karra cried wiggling her hips to his again to get her point across.

"you are perfect my love" Astarion purred in her pointed ear, giving her just want she wanted thrusting into her hard and fast holding onto her hips as leverage. Karra hands moved to hold onto his forearms to ground herself losing herself in him, cries of pleasure and his name leaving her lips mixing with his low grunts. Karra began to feel the knot in her core staring to snap. "close please" left her lips as her head fell to the table. "let go my pet" Astarion said as he moved to lick and nip at her collar bone, at his words Karra let her release take her sending bolts of lighting down her spine feeling it in her toes and finger tips. her quivering core sent Astarion to his peak shortly after her filling her with his seed, pulling his softened member out of her picking his undershirt from the floor and slipping it on his tired drow and putting his messy pants back on.

-Smut end-

lifting Karra in his arms and started carrying her to their bedroom. it could be almost comical him carrying this large drow woman, and it would be imposable if it wasn't from his vampiric strength. Karra wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest sleepily. "Don't get too comfortable you need to take a bath and clean off the blood before you can touch our bed" Astarion said as he reached to top of the stairs. "but I'm sleepy" Karra mumbled nuzzling her face into his chest. "I know my love but I think you ruined enough expensive silk today, but you can rest in the tub as I clean you up" Astarion said earning a happy hum from the drow.

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