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kingtomura · 24 days

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Cat and mouse

synopsis: Your ex boyfriend has some nerve texting you at three in the morning — an entire week after the disaster breakup you had. You should really go over there and give him a piece of your mind. Well, you know what they say about famous last words. wc: 6.1k | crossposted to ao3 content: tomura shigaraki x female reader, no quirks au, toxic tomura, reader is kinda toxic too tbh, unhealthy relationships, breaking up and making up, vaginal fingering, overstim, breeding kink, piv, dubcon creampie, degredation, threats of baby trapping, hurt/comfort, sweet at the end idc

You’ve told your friends time and time again to stay out of your business. They never listen.

“Oh my god, Kirishima? Is he even twenty yet?” You drag as you watch your friend flip through several pictures of the redheaded boy like he was a member of the bachelor.

She smiles, scrolling her phone for more options, “no, but he will be in a couple of months!”

“No!” Your words are sharp. You love Mina but god, you don’t want her to play matchmaker with you. It’s not like you’re a charity case or something.

She gasps and you swear you could see the lightbulb go off above her head. “What about Denki? He’s fun!”

You groan, falling back onto the bed and covering your eyes with your arm. “Mina.”

“Hey, just give her a break okay? It’s only been about a week.” Your saving grace Yaoyorozu speaks up and it’s nice to finally have someone on your side.

“Thank you.”

“Seriously? So we’re just going to sit around and watch you mope about all day?” Mina questions, irritation clear in her voice and it grates your ears.

“Preferably, yes! Just let me be.” You roll over, face officially shoved into your pillow. It’s been a rough couple of days and you haven’t gotten a single call or text from Tomura. Not that you should be expecting one. You broke up with him after all.

It’s just.. this time feels different. Usually there’s more arguing and he’s fighting for you to stay around, but this time there was nothing. No quips, no insults, just “fine, get out then.”

That hurt the most.

You had no idea what he was up to.

Maybe he was as depressed as you were.

Maybe he’s found someone else.

The thought makes you stop in your tracks. The idea of Tomura, your tomura with someone else is enough to make you nauseous.

You jump to your feet and rush to the bathroom, locking yourself in and falling to your knees.

God, what if that was why it was so easy?

You pull out your phone, the device lighting up and unlocking with your facial id.

Tomura doesn’t use social media much but you could still check to see if he’d blocked you.

To your surprise, he hadn’t.

He hasn't posted anything either and there’s no new person in his followers.

You feel yourself exhale a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. No change is a good thing.

There’s knocking on the door and you thank the stars you locked it. Your friends would judge you so hard if they saw you lurking through your ex’s social media.

“Hey, are you okay in there?” It’s your saving grace Yaoyorozu again and you almost feel bad for shutting her out.

“Yeah, I’m sorry if it feels like I pressured you! I’ll give you some space.” Mina's regretful voice calls and it makes your heart clench. You know she means well but she just doesn’t understand. None of them do.

Whether you want to admit it or not, you love Tomura.

Yes, you argue and yes, you fight, but he just gets you. He’s so cynical, but so caring — in his own special way. Too bad he was such an asshole. The argument wasn’t even supposed to go that far.

There are tears beginning to blur your vision and you wipe them away, willing the feelings down and standing to your feet.

If he wanted you to stay away, then fine. You could do that.

You splash cool water onto your face and take a breath, steeling yourself and getting ready to face your friend once more. It was Saturday and they were convinced you needed a fun girl’s night.

It takes a lot to refrain from cringing at the phrase, but you believe they held some truth with the idea. You definitely didn’t want to be alone right now.

You unlock the bathroom door, meeting Mina and Yaoyorozu’s worried expressions with a smile.

“We should probably get ready now, huh?”

Mina’s eyes light up, smile blinding and excitement contagious.

“Yes! Jirou and the others are here now.” She starts to clap, excitement buzzing around her, “Girl’s night is going to be amazing!”

—-

Girl’s night was a bust.

The moment everyone arrived the apartment quickly filled with chaos. Noisy and busy, it was all giving you a headache. Until someone decided it would be a good idea to pregame before going out.

In preparation for the night your friend’s insisted that you get dolled up, hair makeup and skimpy clothes you wouldn’t look twice at on any normal day.

You had to admit it made you a little more excited to get out and at least feel like your world isn't crashing around you. It was supposed to be a fun little night out. Somehow one drink turned into two, which turned into three which turned into Mina swearing she could beat everyone in a dance battle.

The group only got more riled up as everyone indulged in this silly challenge.

One challenge leads to another, which leads to more drinking, which then ends in everyone being too drunk to function and knocking out — all laid out in odd places around your living room floor and couch.

The groggy feeling came first, your arms radiating in dull pain as you vaguely recalled trying to beat Mina in a contest of who could do the most push ups. It sure as hell wasn't you, but the drunk version of you thought it was possible to move mountains.

You blink a few times, trying to will your eyes to rapidly adjust to the darkness of the room and find out what this odd buzzing noise beside you had been. Turning over, you find your phone, squinting as the too bright screen lights up your face and you see that it is three a.m.

You had fallen asleep with everyone else.

The phone buzzes again, lighting up and you have to squint further to read the contact name.

Tomura.

Your eyes widen as you scan over the three texts he’s sent you.

Wasting no time, you rush to your feet and into the bathroom so you can look at your phone without the chance of prying eyes overlooking your shoulder. Even though they were probably going to be out until late morning.

Tomura’s messages were short, no paragraphs, no essays but three different messages sent in succession.

When are you coming to get your shit?

I’m tired of waiting.

And I’m deleting our farm btw.

The first two messages don’t get much of a reaction from you, especially since it’s three a.m and he knows you’re usually asleep around this time.

But the third message…

Your Stardew Valley farm that you’ve had and worked on together for almost two years being put on the line and threatened? What the fuck was his problem?

This farm was a constant in your relationship. Throughout the ups and downs and back and forths. You were sure that hell would freeze over before you both would give up that progress. But here he is, threatening you while you would have been asleep. What an asshole.

Your feet are moving before your brain can stop them and you make your way to the front door. Since your friends were all passed out it would be easy to sneak over to Shigaraki’s place, give him a piece of your mind and then sneak back. In and out, quick and easy.

Your decision is made and you grab your coat, deciding to just go over there as you are. You hadn’t changed out of your outfit that was supposed to be for the night out, but it didn’t matter. You only needed to get over there and get there fast.

Once you arrive at Tomura’s doorstep you waste no time knocking. It’s around three in the morning so he should still very much be awake.

There's a chill in the air as you wait for his answer and you wrap your jacket closer to your body. A rumble of thunder caught your attention and it's then you notice the rain clouds rolling in. You knew it would only be a matter of time before the bottom of the sky falls out and rain drenches everything. You were on borrowed time if you wanted to make it back before then.

After what feels like forever the door finally opens, revealing a very cozy pajama-clad Tomura, who seemed a little too pleased for his own good — if that sly smile he was doing a bad job at hiding was anything to go by.

You don't give him a chance to greet you or say anything for that matter, stopping his words in their tracks as you cut him off. “What do you want?”

He doesn’t bother hiding his smirk now, the expression making your fists clench and your anger boil. “What do I want? You’re at my door, in front of my apartment.” He scoffs, clearly getting the exact reaction he had wanted from you, “I should be asking what do you want?”

Caught like a deer in headlights. Whatever, you don't let that stop you as you pull out your phone to show him his text. “You sent this, I know you’re bluffing. What do you want?”

Tomura shrugs, leaning against his door frame and giving you a pleased look. Expression relaxed and content. Not a care in the world. “To talk.”

“Well, I'm here now, so let’s talk.” You spit, crossing your arms and waiting for whatever else he would throw at you.

“Sure, but you should come in first.” He starts, looking up towards the darkened sky, confirming his assessment. “It’s gonna rain soon, you know.”

Of course you knew that.

You just didn’t want to give him more time than you had. But you agree and go in, ignoring the fighting feeling in the back of your mind screaming at you to turn away and hightail it out of there.

Tomura’s home is the exact way it was the day you left, give or take a few more containers of takeout littered around the place. You have half a mind to scold him about it, but quickly remember that it isn’t your place to do that anymore.

So instead you stay quiet, following him into the apartment and into the living room. Opting to stand as he sat, and resisted the urge to get comfortable.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” You try, done watching him pick up a controller and boot up a video game. Seriously?

Your patience was wearing thin now as you watched him ignore you to play some stupid game. You try calling to him again, knowing this was probably a waste of your time and groans.

“I was in the middle of something before you got here. Let me finish and we’ll talk.” It's flippant the way he waves you off and continues the game. The lack of care only hurting your feelings further and making you realize this may have all been a big mistake on your part.

You shouldn’t be at your ex boyfriend’s house being ignored. You should be at your house getting drunk and hanging out with your best friends. There was no reason to stay somewhere you’re obviously not valued.

It’s a simple choice when you put it into perspective.

But things are always easier said than done.

You sigh, the air puffing out your cheeks, a bad habit you had when angry, and walk right in front of Tomura’s TV. There was more satisfaction in making him lose the game and then announcing your departure than just leaving quietly.

He cranes his neck to see around you, but it doesn’t work, finally giving up as his character inevitably dies. “What!?”

“I’m leaving!” You announced, turning on your heel and heading towards the front door.

“You had to make me lose first? I said I was almost done!” He spat back, rising from the couch to follow you.

You shrug, “I don’t care. Why invite me in if you’re just going to ignore me?”

“Didn’t think you had the patience of a child.'' Tomura stands in front of you, cutting through your path and stopping you in your tracks.

It's almost comical the way he insults you. “Okay pot, meet kettle.” You try to brush past him, but he side steps with you.

“What are you dressed like that for anyway? Did you go out tonight or something?”

“No!” You deny, a little louder than intended and then pause. “But it’s none of your business what I do anyway.”

Tomura hums at this, taking the words in and running them through his mind as he gives you a once over, eyes scanning from the too-tight shirt you wore — showing a generous amount of cleavage, down to your mini skirt that left little to the imagination.

“Could've fooled me.”

“What do you mean by that?” You hate when he gives you cryptic answers, like it’s impossible to pry into his mind to see what he was thinking at the moment.

“You knew you were coming to see me so I dont get why you're wearing that skimpy shit. Unless you wanted me to check you out.”

“Not everything is about you, Tomura. Maybe I just wanted to dress up and look nice.”

“Bullshit—”

“God, Tomura you always fucking do this!” You yell, walking right up into his face. The excitement in his scarlet eyes sends a chill up your spin, but you can’t back down.

He gets closer, matching your tone and you can still see the grin he’s trying to hide. It makes you see red. “Do what? Tell you the truth? You know I’m not wrong.”

“Yeah, you think you know everything, but you don’t. I’m dressed up because I want to be, not because of you.” You’re insisting at this point, frustration threatening to tip over and spill out into the form of another pointless argument. Why did you think you could actually come over and have a decent conversation with him?

Tomura is a master at getting under your skin and hitting where it hurts. In all of your arguments he’s never really pulled out the big shots but you wouldn’t put it past him to do so now.

“Oh, so you come over to my place dressed like a slut and you expect me to believe you don’t have some hidden motive?”

And there it is.

Your last straw. He could be so egotistical and mean — you’ve had it.

You regret it the moment you do it, but your body moves before your brain can process your actions. You push Tomura. Hard.

He doesn’t fall back far but you know it’s enough to piss him off. And he’s never been one to hold anything back, so he shoves you back and your back hits the wall.

Tomura has you pinned before you know it and there’s a thrill that runs through your body in a way you know you shouldn’t be feeling. Your knees feel weak for reasons that are not related to fear and your panties were gradually becoming more wet.

His voice is low and his eyes are narrowed as he pins you against the wall, pressing your cheeks together with his other hand. “You’re really starting to piss me off.”

You have to bite back a smile, knowing this has taken a turn and you aren’t strong enough to stop where it’s going. Not that you would want to.

“Oh yeah? If I piss you off so badly then why are you hard?”

He doesn’t look down. He can feel his own arousal just as well as you can while it’s pressed against your abdomen.

Tomura pushes off of you — maintaining some distance as he turns away.

“You’re fucking annoying.”

“Sure am.” You supply, chipper and certain as you trail behind him.

He’s walking further into the apartment, and you follow. Legs moving on their own accord as you go further into the lion's den, exchanging quips and insults. You jab your finger into his shoulder, bothered by the way he continues to ignore you, it's a pathetic attempt at catching his attention and it works. Kind of.

The only response being him slapping your hand away with a glare and muttering a soft fuck off as he walked on.

You both went back and forth. Like the sun and moon, you just can’t stay away from each other.

It was how these things usually went between you and Tomura. He would start up, make a petty argument and you would never back down. Tomura is someone who was used to getting his way and others simply did what he said with no objections.

But that was not how you were.

And he loved it.

You knew by the way he would get that devious glimmer in his eye when you would challenge a point, starting up a debate. Sometimes they were heated enough to make you both break up. It never lasted more than a few days. A week being the longest.

Push and pull.

Tomura made his way past you again, ignoring your calls about how you hate being ignored. At this point you’re sure he’s doing it on purpose to rile you up more but you can’t help but take the bait. You grab his shoulder, forcing him to turn around and face you as you point a finger in his face.

“Stop walking away from me!”

He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, making you stumble on your feet and almost lose balance. You were so close you could feel the heat from his body and smell the fresh linen scent of his shirt. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

You snatch your wrist away from him, tension between you two growing hotter by the second as the space between you got thinner.

“What are you going to do about it?”

The narrowing of his eyes only made your grin grow wider as you watched the gears turn in his head as he thought about just how many things he would do about it. All of it enticed you, so you beat him to the punch.

You reach forward again, fully intending to shove his shoulder again for another reaction, another glare, maybe even more words, but he stops you. It was fast, the way you both tumbled through the hallway as Tomura crashed his lips to yours. The relief of finally feeling his lips again meshed with the excitement of how rough he was with you.

You lose yourself in the kiss, welcoming him in with open arms as you vaguely register the dark walls of his room and posters plastered along the walls in your scuffle.

It was exciting, probably the best part of breaking up and making up. At this point you think the whole point of falling apart is coming back together again. An endless cycle where the reward is worth the punishment.

Cat and mouse.

You end up on top of him, straddling his hips while your smug smile beams down at him. Tomura gives you an unamused look in return, yet the way his hands rested on your thighs gave away the ill hidden interest. It was all the encouragement you needed as you leaned down, hovering above him with both hands on his chest.

“Not so tough now, are you?”

It’s bait. You know it’s bait, he knows it’s bait, but he takes it anyway — the way you knew he would.

Tomura wastes no time flipping the both of you over, quickly reversing your positions as he settled himself between your legs. It’s dangerous the way his actions riled you up further, and you have to bite your lip to keep the smile from betraying your false anger. You couldn’t let him know how excited you were to be back in his bed.

He presses your cheeks together and rocks your head left to right, tone mocking and eyes wild with fever, “Oh, look who’s become a firecracker all of the sudden. Where did that flame come from, huh?”

You want to respond, but Tomura beats you to it, releasing your cheeks and pointing a nimble finger against your forehead, “Don’t be dumb.”

His eyes trail from yours and then down to your lips, then finally down to your exposed cleavage. The movement was swift as he cupped one of your breasts in his hand and dipped down, claiming your lips again. It was softer than the first time but not by much, especially not when he matched his pace by grinding his clothed erection into you, making you moan at the contact.

Your skirt was so short and it made you feel even more exposed than you already were. Tomura had easy access to you and the thin fabric of your panties made everything feel so much closer.

You moan at the contact, swiping your tongue against Tomura’s bottom lip and wasting no time deepening the kiss as you pull him closer. You needed more and you needed it as soon as possible.

Tomura pulled the low cut front of your shirt down, easily exposing your breasts from the confines of the shirt and massaged them, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your nipples and making you cry out from the sensitivity.

He pulls away from you, eyes gazing into yours and you swore in that moment he put you in a trance. Tomura’s ruby red gaze always left you mesmerized and you can’t help the whimper that leaves your lips, brows furrowed and eyes wanting, “Please.”

“Please what?” And he’s not taunting you, he’s not mocking you. His eyes are soft as he brings a hand to your cheek. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.” Fuck, you’ve missed him. “I just want you.”

There’s a hint of a smile on his face as he strokes your cheek, soft look in his eyes making your heart flutter, and then it’s gone. Replaced by a hardened gaze as he moves to remove your shirt and bra, fully exposing you to his hungry eyes, and then moves to remove your short skirt.

His hands hover there for a moment, debating whether or not he should keep it on and fuck you in it, but then decides against the idea and pulls it off, taking your soaked panties down with it as well.

The air in the room feels cool against your skin as you shiver in anticipation.

“Fuck,” Tomura whispers, now eye level with your cunt. You gasp as he runs two fingers between your wet folds and holds the digits up to show you. Syrupy clear slick clung to them, slowly trailing down as Tomura rose back up, eye level with you once more.

“You’re so wet…” He murmured, bringing the digits to your mouth and you opened, taking them into your mouth and tasting yourself. You kept eye contact as you watched his eyes widen in delight — Tomura loved it when you put on a show for him.

There’s another moment of Tomura pressing against your tongue with his fingers and then he pulls them out, opting for a kiss in exchange, his tongue dipping into your mouth and groaning as he could taste what’s left of your slick on you as well.

The pleasant feeling and linguid action of your movements made your shoulders relax as you practically melted into his soft bed, the feeling of his body above yours bringing you mountains of comfort. It was a distraction, of course.

You felt the same two of Tomura’s fingers prod at your slick entrance before pressing in fully and all the way down to the knuckle. The stretch was intense but the pressure was euphoric, making you squeeze your eyes shut and grip him closer.

He didn’t make you wait long as he pumped his fingers, quickly finding that sensitive spot so deep inside of you that only he could pinpoint and brushing against it over and over.

The feeling was so good it made you pull away from the kiss to breathe, thighs twitching and toes curling in pleasure. You wouldn’t last long like this.

“Tomura, fuck..!” You moaned, drowning in ecstasy as he continued his abuse of your spot, never letting up or slowing down, aiming to make you cum as quickly as he could. It was obvious he wanted you to come undone as soon as possible by the way he watched your every expression.

The way your brows furrowed to the way you bit your lip. Tomura eagerly drank every expression and gave it back to you in the form of pleasure.

“What?” He started, unphased by your dilemma, “Gonna cum?”

It took a lot of focus and effort, but you nod — done with fighting for the night and accepting the fact that you will come apart quickly. So you give in to the pleasure.

Tomura smiles, a devious grin splitting his features as he curls his fingers, hitting the spot one more time for good measure and you lose composure, your climax crashing into you like a tidal wave. There was nothing you could do besides ride the feeling while holding on to Tomura tight — like you would get swept away if you didn’t.

He fucks you through it with his fingers, eyes never leaving your face as you come down from your high.

“Pent up, huh?” He questions, and this time there is that little hint of teasing. It brings you back to reality.

Yes, you have been pent up. You haven’t been able to get off to anything since you’ve broken up and it’s been hell.

You have no time for the games, you just want him and you want him now.

So, you take Tomura’s face in your hands, making him look you in the eyes. The flecks of black in his carmine eyes always makes you remember why you come back. Every single time.

“Fuck me, please, Tomura.” It's soft and filled with desire that you cannot be bothered to hide, and Tomura has never been one to deny you.

He quickly discards his own clothes, making sure to not stay away from you for long. His cock is hard and leaking precum from the head as he strokes it in preparation. You feel giddy at the thought and watch as he slides the head of his cock between your folds, coating it with your slick, and rubbing against your clit. The action makes your hips twitch up towards him.

He loves to tease and make you wait, but today he doesn’t make you wait long. Tomura leans down after lining himself up with your entrance and places his free hand behind your head, right above the nape of your neck. His hands were warm and the feeling of those hands cradling your head felt so comforting in the space of his familiar dark bedroom.

You bring a hand to his hair, tangling your fingers in his ashen locks as he pushes forward. The stretch makes you whimper and Tomura captures your lips in a kiss again, swallowing the noises and releasing a groan of his own as your walls tighten around his cock.

There's something about the way Tomura drags his hips, the way he starts off at a slow pace, winding you up as he steadily increases his speed and force. It happens so gradually that you don't realize you’re screaming his name until he tells you to shut up — threatening to cover your mouth because he didn't want his neighbors to hear how much of a slut you were.

It drove you mad the way he said it all with a smile and fucked you harder. Almost daring you to be louder so he can punish you with a hand over your mouth.

Tomura knew how rough you liked it and he always delivered, giving you back arching pleasure as he pounded into you. It leaves you gasping and struggling to keep your voice down. Your hands find the surface of his back, trying to hold on as much as you could with building pleasure on the horizon.

“Tomu— Tomura..! Please,” you cry and he doesn’t miss a beat, driving his cock so deep against your sweet spot it makes you see stars. “Fuck..!”

“Yeah, that’s it.” Tomura cooed, eyes filled with mischief as he brought you closer to the edge. “Cry for me.”

And you do, your body feeling euphoric as the feeling buzzed up your spine and filled your brain with the fuzz of ecstasy.

“What are you gonna do, huh?” He starts, his hips grinding against you, the closeness of his pelvis rubs against your clit, making you cry out again, “What are you gonna do when I breed this pretty cunt and make sure you’re stuck with me forever?”

He’s bluffing, you know Tomura doesn’t want kids. He’s just trying to gauge your reaction. Your dedication.

“Tomura…” You only moan, breath catching as he hits that spot inside you that he knows so well.

Tomura is smiling, wild and devious, as you look up at him with glossy eyes, so close to crying from the feelings, “I’m gonna do it. I’ll make you mine forever and you can’t do anything about it.”

“Ah!” You should stop him, tell him to calm down but he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your back arching off of the bed. Everything is blurring together and you can only slur words as the drool from your earlier kiss trails down your cheek.

You are completely at his mercy like this and you know your friends would be beyond disappointed.

It just feels so good the way his cock drags in and out of your body pulling moans and whines from your throat. He was relentless in the way he pounded into you — beyond the point of being soft and slow because he knows that’s exactly you like it.

“Say you want it.” The command comes with the slowing of his hips and you whine, high and needy as Tomura slows to a near stop.

“Tomura, I—“

“Say you want it or I swear to god I’ll stop right now.” It’s a threat and you don’t want to find out if he’ll go through with it. Tomura never goes back on his word.

“No, please, don’t— I want it!” you pant, frustrated and aching for more movement.

“I want you to,” you stammer, desperate to have your release. “I don’t care if you cum in me. I need you so bad.”

“That’s my girl,” He coos, dipping his head down onto your shoulder, “Fuck.. love you s’much”

You stop — you’ve never heard him say that. Ever. You doubted he would ever say it since it’s been so long.

He doesn’t give you a chance to ruminate on it because he's picking up the pace again and giving you the friction you were so deeply in need of. The feelings are swimming in your head as your cries reach new heights. Tomura is too far gone to stop you or care and you’re thankful. You couldn’t stop yourself if you tried.

The build of your orgasm crashes down and sends you with it, making your thighs quiver in pleasure and your eyes squeeze shut. Tomura’s mouth meets yours before you could cry out, the warmth of his tongue guiding you as he fucked you through it.

He didn’t last long after, the way your walls tightened around him with the force of your orgasm has Tomura’s pace erratic as he chased his own high.

The bed shook as Tomura finally finished, hips stuttered as he released inside of you, hot seed coating your insides and making heat rise to your cheeks. He really did it.

You watch as he slows to a stop above you, his eyes closed as he enjoys the feeling of release. Tomura’s breathing was heavy and you couldn’t stop yourself from bringing him down into another kiss, traveling from his lips to his cheeks and then back again.

It was intimate and you were worried it may have been too much, given the reason you were both in this situation was because of a stupid breakup.

Tomura’s pulls out of you, making you wince and taking the feeling of being so full away from you. He doesn’t go far, opting to stay on top of you and rest his head on your shoulder, wanting to keep you as close as possible.

“You really piss me off.” He mumbles into your shoulder, out of breath and tired. “God, why can’t you just stay with me.”

“Tomura…” Your hands run through his hair, the sweat is making it stick to his forehead as you wait for him to keep talking.

“Stop leaving me.” His voice is firm, unwavering.

“You told me to go.”

“I didn’t think you fucking would. I would never actually want you to.”

“I can’t read between the lines Tomura, I’m not in your head.” You make him look at you this time, pulling his hair a little to get him to raise his head. “Did you mean it?”

“I just said I didn’t—“

“No, the other thing you said.” He gives you a look of pure confusion and you lose a little bit of hope, “when you said you loved me?”

You stare into his carmine eyes, hoping, praying it wasn’t just pillow talk from the heat of the moment.

He looks at you for a long time, frustration still wearing on his features. If you didn’t know any better you would say he was pouting. “Of course I meant it. I’ve always felt like that.”

“But you’ve never said it!”

“I show it!”

“How?” This is getting frustrating and going in circles.

He groans, sitting up and taking his warmth with him. “I’m not going to sit here and list everything I’ve ever done for you. I don’t think it works like that.”

You open your mouth to counter, irritation on your tongue because that’s not what you meant, but Tomura stops you again.

“I don’t know how to explain it, okay?” He shakes his head and sighs, laying next to you on the bed and looking up at his ceiling. “It’s weird. I have these strong feelings, but it’s not hate, it's not anger. It's the opposite of that.”

You stare at him as he focuses ahead, keeping his eyes trained on the uninteresting ceiling above.

“Father said it’s a weakness and I should feel that way but,” There’s a pause as he looks away from the ceiling, meeting your eyes finally, “if it’s so weak of me, then why are the feelings so strong?”

Your heart aches. It's clear that he’s torn, and with the strange way he was raised you know that he can’t help the way he is.

“Tomura…”

“And it won’t go away. I can’t fight them down or push them away like I can with everything else. It eats me up and I… guess I lash out because of it.” He shakes his head and for the first time Tomura looks defeated. You’ve never seen him this way — he’s always been filled with confidence and self assured. “I just don’t know what to do.”

You bring a hand to his cheek as you press your forehead against his. It kills you that this is what’s been on his mind and you aren’t sure what you could do to fix it. Maybe there was nothing you could do, physically, but you would do your best to be there for him emotionally.

“Sometimes,” you try to be careful with your words, knowing how much Tomura looks up to his foster father even though the man has been nothing but strange to him. “People say things that aren’t true because they don’t know how to live with it.”

Tomura’s guardian cannot live with love nor the idea of it.

“That doesn't mean you have to live that way.”

And it’s the truth.

Tomura doesn’t say anything, just watches you with heavy lidded eyes, ruby red nearly glowing in the low light of the room. He was so much more than what people thought they knew of him and you didn’t care if it took time for others to see that.

He leans in, closing his eyes and you meet him halfway into a kiss.

It's warm and it's soft and you know that even when your phone is buzzing from dozens of missed calls and texts from your friends, it will be fine.

You and Tomura would take things one day at a time.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura x you #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura x reader #mha x reader #my works #tomura shigaraki smut #shigaraki smut #shigaraki tomura smut #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x you

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jhugas · 11 months

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‘BE A GOOD GIRL’- Jeon Jungkook

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Genre: smut

Pairing: gamer! Bf! Jungkook X afab! Reader

Summary: You decide to try cock warming while he plays a game, but it doesn’t go as planned…

Word count: ~1k

Warnings/tags: cock warming, teasing, praising, restriction (f cums when he wants to), penetration, lil aftercare.

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Jungkook, your boyfriend, is a famous streamer. That means, he plays a lot of video games, and very often. Usually, it wasn’t a problem. But sometimes, he was too much into the games and wouldn’t give you any attention.

In the end, you’d just sulk and he’d always come talk to you again. But today, you wanted to do something different…

You always wanted to try cock warming. So today, you’re planning on cock warming him while he plays on his ps5.

You watch him as he’s concentrated on his gameplay and talking to his friends.

Then, you gather your confidence and decide to finally make your move and get closer to him. But with his gamer headset, he cannot hear you. Though it didn’t take long for him to notice you standing behind his expensive gaming chair, thanks to his screen’s reflection.

Standing there, you slide your hands down his torso and give him a kiss on his neck. And when he felt your soft lips against his sweet neck, he smiled and rose his eyebrows to ask you what you’re doing, before taking off his headset.

‘you know what I wanna try?’

You ask him.

‘What?’

He says amused, looking at you and the screen back and forth.

‘I wanna try cock warming.’

You say confidently. You were a bit scared of his reaction, but you knew he was usually open to try new stuff so you knew it’d be fine. After hearing your confession, his eyes widen in shock as he mutes his mic immediately.

‘Baby everyone could hear you!’

He sighs.

‘When? When do you want to do that?’

He finally asks, curious since he’s never done that.

‘Now. Just keep playing the game I’ll sit on it.’

You answer. He slowly nods before fully consenting to it and takes his pants and boxers off in one go. Quickly, he comes back to the game as he was afk for too long, and since his teammates were yelling at him, he had no other choice but to unmute his mic and insult them back.

While he insulted his friends, you had the time to take off your pants and panties. Then, you look at his tall, thick and veiny cock standing on its own. He was already hard and it couldn’t look better.

‘You stupid!! Behind yo-‘

He yelled before feeling your warm walls surrounding around his cock. He keeps cursing under his breath and gets one of his hands off of the controller, to grab your hips.

You, relaxed, let your back fall on his chest, then, you let your head fall back on his shoulder and you close your eyes to feel every inch of him. You can feel his hot breath on your neck, and you can feel him holding himself back from thrusting into you.

‘You alright?’

His friends ask.

‘Yeah yeah…’

Your boyfriend lies, he clearly couldn’t handle being in you without doing anything. The more time passed, the harder he got.

And to tease him even more, you decide to move a little bit, bend over, and slightly jump when he kills.

‘Fuck…’

He whispers, then act like everything is normal after his friends ask him what’s wrong. Later, since you see him struggling and you want to please him, you decide to give him a chance to fuck you. You get closer to his ear.

‘Win the game and I’ll jump on it.’

You tell him. You words motivate him and he starts playing way more seriously. He doesn’t let anyone touch him and kills them all.

You occasionally praising him with ‘good boy’ or ‘good job’.

Once it was only him and another player on the game, he went on full try hard mode. He loved the adrenaline.

But it didn’t last long since he saw the other player, and killed him in a second. ‘Top #1’ appearing on the screen. He’s happy that he won but is even happier about what’s going to happen.

He throws the controller on the bed, mutes again his mic and grabs firmly your hips. Hands sliding to your ass from times to times.

You start jumping on him easily thanks to your wetness and his pre-cum, as he moans in relief. All you can hear now is the sound of your ass slapping against his hips, the wet sound of your pre-cum mixing together, and your moans.

Every time he lets you take the lead while making love it always reminds you of when he came late from work, tired, and he’d just beg you to fuck him or suck him off. It was one of the few times he let you take the lead, or be a top.

You do your best to fuck him good. You go deep, then fast, then aggressive, then slow…

The game was still on and Jungkook’s friends were still calling for him. So loudly that you could hear them even without having the headset on. But he didn’t care, he was too busy and you were his priority.

Suddenly, you feel like your orgasm approaching and making you weaker. Consequently, you’re getting more sloppy.

But he feels it and with his hands already on your hips, he helps you jump up and down on it and guides you to rock your hips against his.

‘I- I’m gonna cu-cum!’

You cry out. Your walls clenching around his thick cock.

‘Hold it. Be a good girl and only cum when I tell you to.’

He says in a deep voice.

‘O-okay!’

So you do your best to not disappoint your lovely boyfriend, and do your best to not cum. His moans get louder and harmonize with yours. He also gets more and more aggressive, faster, and keeps on hitting your sweet spot, like usual. But it doesn’t take long for him to reach his highest point.

Then suddenly, a long moan slips off in between his lips as he fills you up. Painting your walls with his white semen. He throws his head back and breathes heavily.

‘Now… cum for me baby girl.’

He says, tired but he still gathers his energy to give you his best performance. Without any surprise, in less than a minute you find yourself cumming all over his cock. Your juice mixing up with his, and as you get off of him, it slides down on Jungkook’s dick.

You still go back on his lap then to kiss him lazily but passionately, whispering sweet words to each other.

‘Good girl. You did a good job today.’

He whispers with his lips against yours.

Then, later, after bringing you to the toilet, he played two last games with you napping on his lap, your head on his shoulder and arms around him. Then after, he lifted you up and brought you to your bed, and let you sleep until he finished cooking dinner.

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fanficshiddles · 8 months

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The Call Of Fate, Chapter 17

It was New Years Eve and as usual, Tony was hosting a huge party and it was an absolute blast for everyone.

They had Jade and her band playing at it throughout the night, doing a few songs at a time over the course of the evening and through to the bells.

Everyone enjoyed their music and was pretty drunk, so it was no surprise seeing most of the team moshing around. Loki just rolled his eyes at their antics, but he was happy seeing everyone enjoying the band of course. He loved hearing them play and he wasn’t ashamed to say that he knew most of their songs by heart now.

The rest of the band members were delighted when Jade had called them up asking if they’d play at Tony Stark’s famous New Years Eve party.

Loki adored the way that even when it was Selene singing, that Jade would still mouth along with the words until it was her parts. It was something he’d noticed her doing at the festival, and he was rather hooked just watching her. The passion for the music she had was so warming.

During one of their breaks, Jade went to get some food and down a few glasses of cocktails before doing their last few songs for the night.

‘Jade you guys are just amazing. How you aren’t super famous and selling out arenas, I don’t know.’ Natasha said as she put her arm around Jade and gave her a drink.

‘Thanks, Nat. Maybe one day… Well, perhaps one day they will get there.’ Jade laughed a little.

‘No, one day you will all get there.’ Natasha assured her. ‘You’re such a natural on the stage.’

‘Thank you, I love it so much. It’s so freeing, in a sense. And seeing people enjoy it and have fun, makes me feel fuzzy inside.’ She grinned.

‘Well, I know Loki certainly feels fuzzy inside when he’s watching you play. Seriously, he doesn’t take his eyes off you at all. He’s proud as hell of you, it’s so clear on his face.’

Jade blushed, but she had noticed that too. He was almost always looking at her when she looked at him. It made her heart soar every time.

‘Oh, speak of the devil.’ Natasha laughed and tilted her head across the room.

Jade glanced over and saw Loki stalking through the crowd of people towards them.

‘Can’t keep away from her, can you Loks?’ Natasha smirked.

‘What can I say, i’m a huge fan.’ He chuckled. ‘I did bring you a drink but I see you’ve already got.’

‘Gimme gimme!’ Jade said as she reached out to take the one he had too, she loved the cocktail and everyone knew it. ‘Can never have too many.’

‘You’ve still got a few songs to play remember.’ Natasha laughed.

‘Yeah, yeah, I’ll manage fine. I’m a pro.’ Jade smirked then headed off into the crowd with a drink in each hand.

Loki and Natasha followed after her, laughing.

Luckily, even though Jade was a bit drunk she still managed to play fine. Though at the end of their performance, she did jump onto the small crowd that had gathered and did a mini crowd surf to the bar to get another drink.

There was only a few minutes left until the bells, everyone gathered in the main room waiting for the big countdown.

Loki had disappeared momentarily to the bathroom, when he came back, he couldn’t find Jade. Frowning, he began searching and then noticed she had stepped outside onto the balcony. So he made his way through the people and outside to her.

She was leaning on the barrier looking out at the night.

‘Hey, are you ok?’ Loki asked as he moved in beside her and put his arm around her waist.

‘Yeah, I’m ok… I’m just… enjoying the last few minutes of the year of my freedom. It’s kind of just hitting me that when it’s the new year, it’s probably going to be the worst of my life.’ She said sadly as she looked down.

Loki’s heart panged as he gave her a squeeze. ‘It can still start as a good year. There’s still time, four months. We will come up with a plan.’ He said determinedly.

Jade smiled up at him, she appreciated how he always tried to see the best of the situation, that he was still hopeful. But she’d given up hope, basically given up and made peace with the situation. Even though it was still painful and going to be tough.

Tony called out to everyone that they were about to begin the countdown. Jade started to head back in. ‘Come on then.’ She said chirpily to Loki.

‘Ten!’ People inside started shouting.

But Loki gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him, really close.

‘Nine!’

He stroked her hair back, tucking it behind her ear.

‘Eight!’

Loki’s hand trailed down her face.

‘Seven!’

He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand as she closed her eyes.

‘Six!’

Tony’s robots were down on the green, getting the fireworks ready to be set off.

‘Five!’

Jade opened her eyes and wrapped her arms up around Loki’s neck.

‘Four!’

Loki pulled her in flush against his body.

‘Three!’

He dipped his head down towards her.

‘Two!’

Jade reached up on her tiptoes to meet him.

‘One!’

They kissed softly as the fireworks flew up into the sky with a big bang, lighting up the night sky behind them.

‘HAPPY NEW YEAR!’ Everyone cheered in delight and began kissing each other’s cheeks and wishing everyone a happy new year.

Natasha and Clint noticed Loki and Jade on the balcony with the fireworks in the background, their hearts broke for them.

‘Happy New Year, cupcake.’ Loki whispered over Jade’s lips.

‘Happy New Year to you too.’ Jade whispered back with a smile.

When the party poured out onto the balcony to watch the fireworks, and to greet Loki and Jade too, Loki sheepishly stepped aside. But Jade went over to him again when everyone calmed down enough.

‘I’m sorry.’ He whispered.

‘What for?’

‘For kissing you…’

Jade wrapped her hands around his arm and she pressed her head against him. ‘Don’t apologise. I’m not sorry.’ She smiled up at him.

Loki felt his heart melt. He kissed the top of her head, then rested his against hers as they watched the fireworks with everyone else.

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #fluffy loki #loki fic #the call of fate

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mikeyss1ut · 2 years

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What if amber wasn’t ghost face?

Summary: You were the second attacked victim, and ended up in the hospital and your girlfriend amber takes this seriously.

Warnings: unedited, cussing, blood, knifes guns, all that fun stuff.

Ghost face was back and the first attack was struck just a couple days ago, so you had to be careful. Really careful. However you were hungry and there was no food but, I mean it’s just once? It’s not like your gonna get attacked.

Wrong.

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You desperately tried to find food. Something but there truly wasn’t nothing. You sighed as your phone rang.

Your first reaction was to not answer because it was ambers number and with the Tara situation you thought it could have been ghost face. But then you thought you would be fine and answered.

You did wait for her to say something though, not wanting to accidentally talk to ghost face. “Hello?” Amber said

“Oh hey, was checking it was you.”

“Yeah I get that, was calling to see if your okay? “

“Yeah I’m fine just hungry, ima about to go out.” You sighed

“Go out? What where? No. You can’t I won’t let you, it’s late at night in town.”

You smiled through the phone “I’ll be fine I promise.”

Famous fucking last words.

“Okay fine but keep your phone on you?”

“Okay yea” you chuckled, hanging up grabbing your keys , and walking out the door.

You unlocked your car, put your bag in the passengers seat and drove off. You decided to go to a gas station because you thought nobody would be there so there was less chance someone was ghost face.

You pulled into the parking lot only about 4 cars in the parking lot, you were fine.

You took your Wallet and phone out of your purse, lifting yourself up to put your your phone in your back pocket.

When you entered you little store you just know realized they wouldn’t have actual food, but you were lazy and just got some junk food.

You got some chips, and other random candy. You brought it out to the register, total coming to 12.32$ sighing pulling out the money from your wallet.

They put it in the bag and headed back to the car. You hadn’t realized you left your wallet in the store so you went to go back to the store, when there was a call from your phone.

Amber.

“Hello?” You answered

The call was silent, nothing there. Well there was some sort of static sound , but generally nothing.

“Hello?” You repeated

You hung up the phone getting the spooks from the call. Hesitant to go back to the store and grab your wallet, you did anyway.

The four cars now gone.

You opened the door automatically heading for the front desk.

“Hello, Is anyone hear? I was just hear and I think I left my wallet?” You said

No answer.

You went behind the desk to see if anyone took it, you couldn’t trust anyone. But instead of your wallet there was little blood specs.

That should have been a sign, that should have been the sign to get all the way the fuck out. But you didn’t you followed the little blood specs.

The blood led to a door, the door cracked open you finishing it by tapping on it.

The door creaking open.

Blood. Dead body. Blood.

The girl earlier who was at the front desk. Dead

You gagged, covered your mouth and ran out as fast as you possibly could.

Not fast enough.

To your surprise as soon and you were about to leave the door, your were pushed in one of the stand of snacks and stabbed.

You screamed, turned around to see ghost face. Reaching for your back pocket to pull out your phone you hit ghost face with the end and ran out again.

This time you got a little further, just our the door but you came tumbling back down to the ground.

You quickly managed to go on your phone Long enough to get call Amber. 911 wouldn’t get there in time, Amber would.

Ghost face quickly turned you over and grabbed your phone and placed it down next to you.

You still managed to press the button to call Amber before ghost face took it out of your hand.

He stabbed you in the stomach, going up to your face tracing and cutting your face. A scar definitely staying permanently.

“HELP PLEASE HELP!“ you cried out.

You tried to dodge the hit for your heart. You did crossing your arms together making an X , however the knife went straight through you.

Another loud screamed came out of your mouth whimpering.

Amber answered.

“Hello?”

“Sweetheart?”

“HELLO”

“Y/n, WHATS GOING ON Y/N?” She cried

“Amb-“ you said before getting stabbed again and shushed by your own scream.

Amber hyperventilating, you could tell she was reaching her car from the noises.

Ghost face then flipped you back over and stabbed you in the back, you passing out.

Him backing up to admire his work. Your side of the call was know silent.

“Y/n.. what happened why did it go silent..?”

Ghost face picked up the phone. Hanging it up.

You had a location on your phone Amber being the first one to find you, then the police.

“Excuse me , uhm Amber Freeman?” The doctor said

Amber stood up “that’s me.”

“She’s alive. We’re afraid she’s definitely goons have some permanent damage, but she’s definitely okay. It was said she passed our from the force of the knife.” Doctor said

Amber sighed relieved.

“You may come see her.”

Amber quickly picked up her purse, walking into the room.

You were asleep but woke up know.

“Hi” she whispered softly

“Hello.” You whimpered

You try to adjust in your seat but fell back down due to being sore with a cry.

Amber was quick to grab you and make sure your okay.

She pulled up a chair next to you. Like right next to you.

“I told you it wasn’t safe.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“If you know you wouldn’t have done it.”

she was right. You knew what had been going on why would you do it? You didn’t know why, but you did. How could you be so stupid?

“Do they know who done it yet?” You asked

“No sweetheart, nothing more than what your told them, a guy is a ghost face mask.” She whispers

You began to quietly sob, and Ambers grip on your fist because tighter.

“I love you.” She said

“ I love you too.”

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A/N : if you want a part two lmk .

#scream #mikey madison #horror #icons #amber freeman #edits #rants #max fox #better things #scream 5 #amber freeman x reader #amberfreemanoneshot

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bangtanuniversa · 8 months

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Milk Tea Kiss

Pairing: Taehyung / Reader

Genre: Strangers to lovers! AU, Barista! Tae (Baristae)

Word Count: 1449

It was all people could talk about in school- the famous Milk Tea Kiss from Bangtan Cafe. Sana, a seventh grader, drank it last week, and now she has a cute boyfriend. Lisa, a popular high school girl, had it on Friday; later that evening, she tripped and was caught by a stranger that would become her boyfriend. Even boys are no exception. Jin, who had made fun of Milk Tea Kiss for months, was dragged by Namjoon to try it for a dare. Now Jin has a pretty new partner.

“It’s creepy how well the drink worked.” Your friend, Irene, muttered.

“I’m curious. Something weird is going on with that drink.” You replied.

Irene shot you a devilish smirk, “I dare you to try it.”

You glared at her. “No!”

“Come on! It’s not that big of a deal. I’ll try it if you do it. Plus, I’ll pay for you.”

Ah. There’s no way you can refuse a free milk tea.

“Fine.” You grudgingly agreed and Irene let out a triumphant cry.

So here you are, standing in front of Bangtan Cafe, your hand gripping your school bag tightly with the money that Irene gave you tucked into your pocket. Irene had dance practice, so she couldn’t come along. She made you promise that you’ll take a video of you drinking Milk Tea Kiss and send it to her. What if the rumours are true? You know that most rumours are widely exaggerated, and you also know that there was no such thing as magic, but what if it’s fate?

You pushed open the glass door and walked in. Immediately, you felt the cosy aura. The cafe was quite busy, and the bell above your head jingled as the door closed. A boy at the counter looked up to meet your eyes. He had warm chocolate brown eyes framed by round silver glasses, and met your gaze with a smile, greeting you silently.

There was a long line, and to your amusement, most of the people in front of you ordered a Milk Tea Kiss. When you reached the boy (you read his nametag: Taehyung K.), he gave you another wide grin.

“W-what would you like to order?” His deep voice was very pleasant to listen to, and his small stutter made it even cuter.

The barista next to him (nametag: Jungkook J.) started laughing. “Seriously, Tae? You took a whole minute just to ask her that!”

Taehyung’s face turned red. “Stop it, Jungkook!”

“Uh…” At the sound of your voice, Taehyung looked up again, as if he forgot you were there. You felt slightly embarrassed as you say. “One Milk Tea Kiss please.”

Taehyung turned around to prepare your order, but not fast enough so you could see the smirk emerging on his lips. You felt your face heat up as you pulled out the money for the drink and handed it to him.

You found an empty table and took a sip of your drink. The taste was not overly sweet, and it was the best milk tea you ever had in your entire life. You ended up staying in the cafe for two hours, doing some homework while you basked in the calming atmosphere that the cafe had. Most of the customers had gone home, so the cafe was a lot quieter, making it easier to hear what the baristas were saying.

A high pitched voice broke through your concentration. “Tae-you just put sugar is someone’s black coffee! Did the customer even ask for that?”

“Jimin, shut up.”

Jimin giggled. “Oi, Suga! Isn’t Tae acting so weird today?”

Your eyes found Suga, a tired-looking man who possessed the best poker face you have ever seen. “Isn’t he always weird?”

“Suga-hyung! How could you betray me like that?”

The next voice you heard was Jungkook’s. “He’s acting like Jimin whenever he sees a pretty girl!”

You stifled a laugh behind your palm as Jimin tried to slap Jungkook. Jungkook pined down Jimin’s hands swiftly. You refocused on your math sheet, writing down a few answers with a pen.

“You’re kinda right.” Jimin mused. “Taehyunie must have seen a pretty girl somewhere.”

A loud thump came from where the baristas were, and you heard Jimin choke out another strange sound.

"Hm." Suga murmured, and soon enough you felt eyes boring into the side of your head. You tried your best to ignore them as Suga spoke. "There's only one female customer in the cafe right now.” He said this loud enough so that you could hear it, and you whipped around to glare at him. He only responded with a innocent smile.

"But she-"

"What do you think, Taehyunie?" Suga turned to him, an eyebrow raised in question. "Do you think that girl over there is pretty?"

You stiffened, pretending to be immersed in your worksheet, even though you were well aware that they knew you could hear them. Not that it mattered, because you'd rather die than let the cute dark-haired barista know that you were interested in what he was saying.

Taehyung seemed to sputter uncontrollably. "Yah! What are you talking about?"

Well that was more than enough confirmation for you. You lowered your head while staring at the numbers on your paper, trying to hide how red your face was getting.

"Guys, I think you've bothered her." You heard Jungkook's voice and cursed him silently as all of them turned around to look at you. You said nothing as you tried to shrink down in your chair.

"She looks upset," Jimin agreed, "I think she's pretty!" At that, you lifted your head to see if they were still watching you. The group seemed to be immersed in some kind of discussion again, but thankfully none of them were looking at you.

Taehyung muttered something under his breath. All of the baristas turned to look at him.

"What was that?" Jungkook said, a smirk on his face. You tried to listen as Taehyung repeated his statement, but all you heard was another murmur- loud enough for the other boys, but quiet enough that you had no clue what he said.

It was probably past five o'clock now anyways- you had to be heading home so you could eat dinner. The whole thing could wait another day- after all, you weren't sure you were going to be in any luck today. Maybe the Milk Tea Kiss only worked on certain people. You got up, shoved your notebook back into your bag and plugged in your headphones- a mistake, since you missed Suga saying, “if you think that, then go and tell her right now!”, as you pushed the door open.

You were only halfway down the street when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around, surprised, and your eyes met an equally stunned pair of warm brown eyes looking down at you. Taehyung?

Did he chase you all the way out here from the cafe? He was still in his apron and hat. Why was he even here? You made a mental checklist to make sure you hadn't left anything behind. All of your belongings were with you. Strange.

After a moment, Taehyung was still quiet, looking down at his feet. You pulled your headphones out. "Can...can I help you?"

"I thnn..I...hm...." Taehyung’s words came out in a low mumble as he continued.

You blinked in confusion. "Huh?" Even if he was cute like this, you had no idea what he actually wanted from you, and all you could think about was the dinner waiting for you at home.

You began to turn away. "Sorry, I have to-"

"I think you're pretty!"

You looked back slowly in shock. Taehyung seemed shocked at his own words too. In fact, the whole street probably heard it, considering how loud he'd yelled. A few schoolgirls who were on the opposite side of the road giggled as they passed by. Your ears started to heat up as you looked at Taehyung, who was nervously biting his lower lip. His whole face was pink now- it was unmistakable.

"You think I'm pretty?" Your voice came out higher than you would've liked, and you cleared your throat. Taehyung didn't say anything, and he simply gave an nod.

"That idiot Jungkook told me to chase after you. He said you might've misunderstood that I thought you were unattractive." Wow. You weren't sure how to respond to this situation.

"You're coming back to Bangtan Cafe, right?" Taehyung asked shyly.

You laughed as you watched as the tips of his ears turned a more brilliant shade of red.

"Yes, I will," you smiled. "I'll be back to see you."

#bts one shot #kim taehyung #taehyung #taehyung x reader #v x reader #bts v #bts #bts scenarios #taehyung scenarios

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rootbeergoddess · 9 months

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Skull Likes Billy?!

A long overdue fic for the amazingly patient @augment-techs. Enjoy!

~*~

This was awkward.

Skull was usually with Bulk; the two jerks were rarely without one another. So it was weird seeing Skull on his own. Billy decided to ignore him as he searched the aisle of the Angel Mart. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to the differences between Twinkies and Zebra cakes, but he didn't care. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to Skull.

Skull wasn't that much of a jerk when Bulk wasn't around, but that didn't change things. Skull just went along with whatever Bulk did or said. Bullying was one thing, but not having a backbone was entirely different. To Billy, that was worse. That wasn't the kid he grew up with, either.

"Are you not going to talk to me?" Skull asked.

"Yes," Billy grabbed an oatmeal creme pie.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously," Billy walked past Skull. "Excuse me."

"Billy, come on," Skull followed him.

"Why are you going to give me a swirly?"

Skull winced at this comment, and Billy smirked. Yeah, Skull should feel bad. Billy wasn't going to sugarcoat things. He remembered the old days when they used to play together. He missed the days of Skull and Bones. Did that make him a nostalgic fool? Probably. That didn't mean he didn't feel hurt.

"I'm not a bad guy, you know," Skull said.

"Oh, do I?" Billy turned around to face him. "You have been harassing me since you started hanging out with your new best friend. Do you not understand why I'm mad?"

"Billy, don't get mad. I just wanted to talk," Skull put his hands in his pockets. "I'll buy you a burger. I got money."

"Is it your money?" Billy asked.

"I didn't swipe it, I promise."

Billy stared at Skull. There he was, with spikey hair and spiker clothing. But for a split second, Billy saw Eugene. Not Skull but Eugene, the boy who had been his best friend for years. The boy who went along with his pretend adventures. The boy who came over to have some of his mom's famous beef stroganoff. And at that moment, Billy felt himself weaken. Would he regret this? He had no idea.

"Fine." Billy couldn't believe this was happening.

He was eating at the malt shop and having a burger with his bully/childhood friend. What was strange was how Skull was acting. Normally, he acted like he didn't care about anything. His laidback, thug attitude was famous. People normally didn't take him seriously, and it was rare that he showed any emotion other than contempt. Now? He was acting nervous. He drummed his fingers against the table, adjusted his necklace, and tugged at his collar.

Why? Billy was worried this was some elaborate prank. He had been shocked that Bulk hadn't jumped him after they left the Angel Mart. Surprisingly, Bulk was nowhere to be seen. Even more surprising was how Skull seemed to be blushing. Billy needed clarification.

"So why did you want to talk?" Billy asked.

"I just felt like meeting up with you, ya know," Skull scratched his neck. "Let's catch up and talk about the good old days."

"But why? Skull, you're not the type of person to reminisce."

"There you go, using big words again," Skull said. "Can't you just talk normally?"

"Oh, now you're teasing me again. See, I knew this was a mistake," Billy placed his burger down.

"Wait!" Skull stood up. "I'm sorry, okay? Look, this is---weird for me, alright?"

"And it's not for me? We haven't talked in years, and now, after bullying me constantly, you want to talk? Why?"

"Just hear me out, okay?" Skull said. "Please?"

Billy looked at Skull. Once again, he saw his childhood friend. Billy felt like he was going to regret this. Sighing, he motioned at Skull to sit back down. Skull did, and he sighed.

"So---I think I'm not straight," He said.

Billy hadn't seen that coming. Everyone was allowed to figure out their sexuality, of course, but it was just strange to come from Skull. Billy felt bad for judging him; there was no right way to be part of the LGBT+ community. Still, he had never imagined Skull saying such a thing, especially considering his crappy dad and crappier brother.

"How did you figure this out?" Billy asked.

"Well, how did they have that free seminar thingy at the rec center? About sexuality and junk?"

"Yeah. Did you go to it?"

"I did," Skull said. "And the more I thought about it, the more I think I might not be as straight as I thought. I mean, I still like girls, so I guess I'm either bisexual or pansexual. Are those the right terms?"

"Yes, those are the correct terms," Billy said. "But why are you telling me?"

"Billy, I thought you were supposed to be smart," Skull looked at him. "I'm telling you this because I like you."

Billy stared back at Skull for a second. Was he being pranked? Did Candid Camera come back, and he was being filmed? He pinched his arm and winced. Nope, he wasn't dreaming. He continued to stare at Skull, unable to say anything. This was a first for him; here was, with nothing clever or witty to say.

"What?" Billy asked.

"I like you," Skull repeated.

"Since when?"

"I'm not sure, but I mean, it kinda makes sense. I've known you the longest."

"So that is why you wanted to talk to me? Did you want to confess? Why?"

"It was eating me up inside; I couldn't take it anymore," Skull admitted. "It was exhausting. I felt confused."

"Well, that makes two of us. I don't really get it."

"I mean, I get it. We grew up together. A lot of people get crushes on childhood friends," Skull shrugged.

"Does Bulk know about this?"

"Yeah. Believe it or not, he's supportive."

"What? Really?" Billy asked, shocked.

"His aunt is a lesbian and married to a woman," Skull explained. "So he understood. He was a bit confused as to why I was interested in you, but he said he'd leave you alone, but only if I said something."

"Wow," Billy said. "I---huh. So--what do we do now?"

"Well, I was kinda hoping I could take you on a date," Skull admitted.

"Seriously?"

"What? Is that weird?"

"Well, no," Billy said. "It's just---where would we go?" Billy asked.

The two of them had changed over the years. They weren't little kids anymore, and things had changed. It wasn't just their personalities but their lives as well. Billy hung out with a new set of friends while Skull had Bulk. What were the two of them supposed to do together? Stare at the wall?

"Well, the fair is in town. I was thinking we could go together," Skull said.

In Billy's opinion, that was a good option; fairs were fun, and he had been to one for a while. Going on a date in a familiar place would make things less awkward. This whole idea was strange to him, but he didn't feel he was in a position to reject Skull. They had grown apart, but maybe this was a way for them to reconnect.

"You get one shot, Eugene, and then that is it," Billy said. Something was comforting about fairs and festivals.

The smell of greasy, fried food, the neon lights, the cheap carnival prizes; Billy found it enjoyable. It took him back to the good old days. Despite the brightness and the loud atmosphere, Billy was enjoying himself. Skull seemed to enjoy himself, but Billy could tell he was still nervous. It was funny; even as a kid, Skull seemed so brave. Billy was understanding. Coming out was hard. He remembered when he came to terms with his sexuality.

Billy was lucky that his parents were so accepting, and so were his friends. That didn't mean it was easier; he still felt awkward sometimes.

Yet today, he felt comfortable. He loved fairs and carnivals; the instant they entered, he was hit with nostalgia. So he was having fun, pointing at everything, and gleefully participating in the games. He enjoyed the food but tried to make sure he paced himself. The last thing Billy wanted to throw up while going on a ride.

The funniest part to him was the petting zoo. It was childish, but who didn't love petting cute animals? Skull seemed nervous initially, but Billy got him to hold a bunny. Skull froze, but then the bunny started licking his arm. Billy couldn't believe it; the big, scary Skull was cuddling a rabbit he was initially afraid of. If Billy had been meaner, he would have taken a picture and shown it to everyone.

"Huh," Skull said. "Guess these things can be nice after all."

"Ah, you're still afraid of rabbits because of Bubbles, right?" Billy asked.

Skull shuddered at the memory of Bubbles. Bubbles had been a gift from his grandmother, and from day one, that bunny hated everyone. You couldn't pick him up, hold him or even give him a treat without him biting you. He almost had torn Skull's finger off! After that, Skull ignored Bubbles and refused to interact with the creature. Billy couldn't blame him though

"Yeah, I think Bubbles was originally a demon. Never understood why he never liked us," Skull rubbed the rabbit's head. "At least he is in bunny heaven now."

"Well, this bunny doesn't seem to be like Bubbles."

"He's much cuter than Bubbles was," Skull said. "Maybe one day I'll get another rabbit."

"Don't you have a snake now or something?" Billy asked.

"Oh yeah. Her name is Flower," Skull scratched behind the bunny's ears.

"Flower? And it's a girl?"

"Snakes can be girls Billy," Skull said. "She's got light coloring, so I didn't want to name her something dark."

"Huh,"

"Huh, what?"

"I guess you still have a heart," Billy stood up.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, come, you call yourself Skull," Billy motioned to his friend. "And look at how you dress. I just thought you decided to forgo emotions and be a tough guy. It's kinda nice to know you're still that boy I played with all those years ago."

Billy swore Skull blushed. After the petting zoo, the two of them went to ride the Ferris wheel. It was a bit cliche, but Billy found it romantic. When they got to the top, he stared out at Angel Grove. It looked beautiful at night, with the city full of lights. He turned to see Skull staring at him. Billy felt bashful, but he cleared his throat and managed to speak.

"What?" Billy asked.

"I dunno," Skull rubbed his neck. "Is it weird that I'm happy?"

"I don't think so," Billy admitted. "I mean, this is nice. It's kinda romantic."

"So, I did good then? Like this was a good date, right?" Skull asked.

Billy stared at Skull. Was this a good date? Billy had to think about it for a second, honestly.

"Yeah, it was," Billy admitted.

"Wait, seriously?"

Billy could hear the excitement in Skull's voice, and he couldn't help but chuckle. Billy was surprised by himself too. He had gone on the date out of pity but ended up enjoying himself. This was one of his better dates too. Angel Grove wasn't that big; it wasn't a bustling metropolis, so the gay scene wasn't massive. Online dating was also out of the question; that was the last thing Billy wanted to deal with. Finding someone in his neck of the woods was tough.

"I'm surprised, too," Billy said. "But this night was fun. I had a great time."

"So, does that mean you'd be interested in a second date?

Skull sounded hopeful, and in this moment, Billy thought he looked cute. For a second, Skull resembled that boy that Billy had played with all those years ago. What did he have a lose?

"You know what?" Billy said with a smile. "Sure, why not?"

"YES!" Skull punched the air.

This could be the start of something beautiful.

#Rooty Writes #Power Rangers

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bowiebond · 2 years

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Hey Babe, Your Hair’s Alright (Hey Babe, Let’s Stay Out Tonight) - Chapter 5

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39597543/chapters/99122538

Summary: After Eddie is humiliated at graduation by the town who still believes him to be the murderer, he breaks. He recluses. Steve isn't taking his shit for a second, and he's not letting Eddie's fire burn out.

CW: Marijuana Usage, Steve is painfully Oblivious.

Steve didn’t always lock up the store at night. Usually he’d leave at nine on the dot if he did an afternoon shift and leave Keith to lock everything up, but Keith had left him the keys. Something about dinner with his ‘Mommy’. No, seriously, he still called his mother that. Steve may have been distant with his parents, but as a grown man he thinks he’d rather die than call his mother mommy.

But either way, he’s left to lock up, and he tucks the store key under the mat. It’s a small town and there’s cameras. If someone bothered to break in, they were insured for any damages and Steve didn’t really care. He worked here to save up for when he did figure out what he wanted.

Steve is almost in his car when he hears it. The fucked up rumble of Eddie’s death trap. He watched at Eddie parked - poorly - into the bay one down from his. The man leaned across his passenger seat to swing the door open, giving a wave.

“You wanna get high with me?”

Steve blinked. Fiddled with his keys and locked his car back up.

“Fuck it. Sure.”

“Get in.” Eddie waved him out towards the car and Steve looked unsure.

“Can I drive?”

“Nope.”

“Just try to slow it down, I don’t wanna hurl.” Steve sighed and climbed into the passenger side, buckling himself up. Eddie started his van back up without a word and tore out of the parking lot, Steve grasping the safety handle above his head with a soft groan. Only Eddie’s driving could make him motion sick.

“I won’t lie, man, this was pretty last minute and my uncles home so I don’t wanna stink up his place when he’s trying to sleep. Any suggestions?” Eddie’s eyes were focused on the road, which should have been a good thing, but Steve was used to the man looking back and forth when talking and driving, ever so reckless. Something about him seemed entirely off.

“I mean, my place is empty pretty much...always, so...?” Steve offered but Eddie sucked his teeth loudly.

“Nah, sorry man, but your place is so fancy, I wouldn’t be able to relax.” He’s rocking slightly in his seat.

“And you need to? Relax, I mean.” Steve quirked a brow.

“I- yeah. Yeah. I need to relax, man.” Eddie tapped his temple. “Too much going on in here. I need out.” He glanced at Steve for the first time since he got in, looking away quickly and squeezing the steering wheel in his hands. “I mean, you said I could...come find you. If I needed. I hope that’s alright.”

“It’s more than alright.” Steve reassured, reaching out to squeeze his tense shoulder. “You need some fresh air, right? Somewhere quiet.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that would be nice.” Eddie cleared his throat, blinking rapidly.

“Well, it’s a Monday night, so most kids will be at home now...” Steve gnawed on his lower lip, thinking. “We could...go to Skull Rock?”

“The make out spot?” Eddie furrowed his brows before snorting. “Stevie, I’ll have you know I am not that easy.”

“No, man, I just- Shut up.” Steve grinned, whacking him lightly. “It’s peaceful when there’s no teenagers getting handsy.”

“Skull Rock.” Eddie hummed.

“Yep. Made famous by yours truly.” Steve said with pride.

“Oh sorry, let me just go change my panties, Mister Lady-killer.” Eddie drawled.

“You’re just jealous.”

“I assure you, I am not.” Eddie shook his head with a small grin, trying off the main road towards their destination. As the gravel kicked up under Eddie’s tires, Steve watched his friend closely. He looked tired, really tired. Like hadn’t slept in three days kind of tired.

“Hey. You okay, Eddie?”

“Yeah...Yeah I’m fine.” Eddie sighed softly.

“Are you sure? Did anything happen?” Had someone tipped off Eddie’s good mood from Wednesday?

“No, no, nothing...” Eddie’s words drifted off and Eddie’s gaze seemed distracted. “Sometimes...Sometimes some days are harder than others. That’s all.” Eddie gave him a thin, tired smile. “Promise.”

Steve pursed his lips but let it go. He wished he could do more when Eddie was having a bad day, but all he could really offer was his company and support. He hoped that was enough.

When Eddie pulls up besides the rock, he opens up the back door to the interior of his van. Steve noticed there was a few blankets piled on top of each other and some ugly printed cushions.

“I like my room, but sometimes the trailer park is too loud, so I spend a lot of time napping in my van in the woods. Surprised I haven’t been murdered.” Eddie snorted, crawling into his makeshift nest and reaching over his head for his lunchbox. The rusted one with his usual goods. “Now don’t tell a soul, but friends get freebies.” Eddie joked as Steve sat on the edge of the van, watching him over his shoulder.

Eddie was still rocking a little, tapping his fingers against little baggies as he held them aside to rummage deeper through his stash. Steve wondered if the guy ever stopped moving. He’d be annoyed if it wasn’t so endearingly Eddie.

Steve laid back, hands linked behind his head. His elbow bumped Eddie’s knee and the man bumped it back gently with a dumb little smile, eyes focused on his search. Steve stared up at him, unable to help himself. There’s something enigmatic about him, something that draws your eyes to him at every chance. Steve thinks he could look at Eddie forever and never be bored. Because even when he had bags under his eyes and chapped lips, a little too pale for Steve’s liking, he was bursting to the brim with life.

Eddie was filled with passion and laughter and Steve wanted to bask in it for as long as he could. Because how long can a person like Eddie Munson stay stuck in this nowhere town? Definitely not as long as Steve.

“You want the first hit? I forgot more papers.” Eddie clicked his tongue at his own forgetfulness, licking the paper before he closed it. Steve hadn’t even realised Eddie was done until he spoke, mind drifting the longer he studied Eddie’s focused expression. Eddie finally caught his gaze as he twisted the end, kicking a brow up.

“You still with me, Stevie?”

“Yeah, sorry, been a long day.”

“Workin’ for a livin’,” Eddie passed over the joint and Steve took it between two fingers, wrapping his lips around it.

“Living to work.” He mumbled around it, too aware that that would be his future whether or not he eventually took his father’s job offer. He search his right jean pocket for a lighter but realised he had left it in his car. As he looked up to ask Eddie for one, Eddie produced one from thin air and sparked it to life. Steve looked down at the flame, swaying softly in the night air as it encased the end of his blunt. It prickled and crackled faintly in the silence, catching alight. Steve’s eyes fell shut as the flame died, breathing in deeply. He hadn’t done this in months. Robin wasn’t a fan of smokey smells and called him out every time he dragged it back to the store with him. It was easier to stop using than to keep hearing her comments, as much as he loved her.

“You got a set of lungs on you, huh?” Eddie chuckled as he slunk down to lay on his side besides Steve, plucking the joint from his lips. Steve blew the smoke in his face for doing so, eyes still closed as his lips curled up into a loose smile.

“Maybe I could make a career out of screaming into a microphone too.” He teased.

“Smart ass.” Eddie snickered, placing the end between his lips and turning onto his back. His hair tickles Steve’s neck but he can’t be bothered to push it away when Eddie’s shoulder is already pressed against his and his swinging foot is kicking his over the edge of the van. He likes being close to Eddie like this. It feels warm, like a blanket on a cold night, or hot cocoa, or maybe a fireplace.

Eddie is always so warm.

They lay like that for a while, passing the joint between them until it’s nothing but the bud and ash along the ground of Skull Rock.

“You know...” Eddie began, slow and soft. “You make me feel really...at ease.”

“Mm.”

“Like, Robin and Nancy...the band...the kids. They’re nice. They’re great but they don’t...feel like you do. They aren’t you, I guess.”

Steve’s heart felt warm, felt that warmth pump through his valves and into his veins, through his blood. He was flattered honestly.

“I feel the same, man.” And he did. Eddie was different from everyone else in this town, or maybe he just felt different to Steve. Special “This is gonna sound crazy, and like, tell me to shut up if I’m being too sappy, but...I feel like our bond is deep, dude. Like, like more than friends, you know?”

“Yeah...” Eddie turned his head lazily to look at Steve’s profile, tracing the silhouette of his features, his nose, his lips, the shadowing contour of his jaw. “Yeah, I know.”

“We’re like-” Steve gestured vaguely into the air before grinning. “Best friends, Eddie.” He tilted his head to meet Eddie’s gaze, a hand rubbing up and down his chest. “You’re like, my best friend, man.” His eyes shone in the darkness and Eddie couldn’t look away from them even as he hummed noncommittally.

“Yeah, Stevie. Best friends.” Steve’s grin only widened as he began to giggle, forehead knocking against Eddie’s shoulder. An ugly snort escaped him and it sent Eddie spiraling into his infectious laughter.

“Why- why are you l-laughing?” Eddie choked out, stomach beginning to hurt as they cackled together like lunatics. His nose buries in Steve’s soft hair that smells like apples and just a touch of hairspray, and he almost wraps himself around the man, wanting nothing more than to inhale the entire orchard until he’s drunk on the cider-like musk. He only gets as far as a hand on Steve’s shoulder, rubbing it and wheezing softly as Steve pulls away, rolling back onto the blankets as he wipes tears away from his eyes.

“Because I never imagined I’d be here in Eddie Munson’s van, high as shit and declaring us best friends like we’re in kindergarten.” Steve wiped a hand down his face, pressing his cold hands to his hot face.

“I never thought I’d have Steve Harrington in my van, high as shit, declaring us best friends like we’re in kindergarten either.” Eddie wheezed, his wide grin slowly softening in the quiet. “You think we could have been friends back then? Without all the monster shit?”

“I like to think we could have. If you had asked to play trucks with me before Tommy had, probably.”

“Oh no, I would have broken it. I was an overeager brat.” Eddie smiled lopsidedly.

“I think I wouldn’t have care. I think back then I just...wanted a friend. Didn’t care who.” Steve sighed softly. “You know, it’s funny. After everything finally calmed down after Vecna, I was in a total slump. Kept thinking about how I was wasting my life, my opportunities - my dad’s words just kept going round and round my head like how I was working dead beat job with Robin, how I was stupid for not taking his offer at a cozy desk job already; my mom was aghast about how I wasn’t even considering settling down with someone yet...And I kept coming home to an empty house, too big for me, always has been, unable to even enjoy my pool anymore before all I can think about is how someone died in it. That that’s where all this shit started and everything went downhill.” Steve shook his head at his own disbelief. “The last few years have been insane.”

“It really has. Especially for a place like Hawkins.”

“But then I heard about you, stuck in your little trailer...alone. And it...it was like I finally had a real goal outside of babysitting supernatural monster-hunters and evil Russians.” Steve picked at his shirt, staring at the ceiling. “Dropping everything to bug you was the best decision I’ve ever made for myself.”

Eddie stared at Steve in awe, lips parted ever so slightly as he tried to think of what he could possibly say to a confession like that. Steve reached out with his hand and gingerly took Eddie’s, wrapping his hand around Eddie’s smaller palm. Steve’s hands are bigger, but they’re softer than Eddie’s, and his fingertips graze over the tendon below Eddie’s pointer finger as he squeezes.

“I’m so glad you’re a freak, Eddie. It’s shitty of me, but I’m glad I finally had a reason to talk to you again after everything that went down.” He sounded sincere, like he meant it and Eddie swallowed down the lump of emotion that threatened to solidify beneath his Adams apple. He squeezed back, cheeks warm.

“Me too, man.” He whispered hoarsely. Steve smiled softly, looking drowsy.

“I gained a pretty cool friend because of the idiots in this town.” The lump grows bigger and Eddie swallows but says nothing, just holding Steve’s hand in his for as long as Steve will let him.

They drift off like that, and when Eddie wakes first to the chirping of birds and crisp morning air, he admires Steve in the hazy morning light, heart thumping against the hand that fists into his shirt. Eddie dares to push Steve’s hair from his hair, gentle as a falling leaf in autumn. Slowly, he rises to sit, mapping out the planes of his face by sight alone, placing the hand that clung to him down against the blanket.

“Come on, wake up.” He shakes him gently by the shoulder and Steve groans but flutters his eyes open after a few moments, dazed and sleepy. “You gotta go pick up your car, Stevie.”

“Oh yeah...Yeah, I do.” Steve yawned. “I have work later too...”

“Then you better get up, sleepyhead.” Eddie grinned softly, ruffling his hair. “Come on.” He slipped out of the van and tugged Steve up to sit by his hands. Steve stumbles but gets the memo to get in the passenger seat. He wakes a little more with Eddie’s reckless driving, but they don’t talk. Eddie’s okay with it.

They spoke more than enough last night, and Eddie isn’t sure he can handle anymore deep talks with Steve about his feelings about him. Not unless he wants to face the truth.

That Steve really is just a friend, and always will be.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #eddie munson x steve harrington #stranger things fic

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If the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you

Wolfstar au. Word Count: 2341.

Sirius was seriously considering retiring from his job as an Auror. No joke. As much as he wanted to be a part of the force that kept the wizarding world safe, he’d also seen enough violence to last a lifetime. Plus, the ministry was recruiting more and more young people and things were safer now since you-know-who was gone for good. It would be okay if he retired. He’d come so close to losing everyone he loved and now that the war was finally over, he didn’t like it when he had to be away from home for days on missions. His and Remus’ home.

Remus being a teacher at Hogwarts, was given quarters at the school itself which he only used when Sirius was away for work or when he had something important at school. At other times, they’d both come home late in the evening and not let each other go until it was dawn and Remus had to leave for school.

Today Sirius was coming home from a two-week mission. Remus would probably be home too. Merlin, he’d missed him so much. Sirius would never admit to being miserable without his Moony but anyone with eyes could probably see. Hence, for the sake of his sanity, he needed at least a temporary retirement to sort his feelings.

Sirius checked the time on his phone. 7 p.m. Remus would be back soon. He could try to make dinner but it’d just be a disaster. Better to leave it to Remus.

Sirius turned the key in the lock and the smell of food wafted into his nostrils as soon as he stepped into their apartment. Remus was already home and was cooking for them. Merlin, he loved this man.

Sirius dropped his stuff near the door and made his way to the kitchen.

“Moony?”

“Oh hey,” Remus poked his head from the kitchen. “You’re back!”

Sirius ran towards Remus to hug him but was left confused when Remus put his palm on his chest, stopping him abruptly. He was confused further when Remus took one of Sirius’ hands in his and guided Sirius’ other hand around Remus’ shoulder, and lastly slipped his free hand around Sirius’ waist.

“Moony what?”

“Shh,” Remus shushed him as he led them to the living room, swaying them to a silent rhythm.

As they passed the record player, Remus turned it on and a mellow tune started playing. Sirius’ favourite slow track.

“Someone’s in a good mood today,” Sirius smiled as Remus twirled him around.

“Uh huh.”

“May I know why?”

“Just because.”

“Liar. Just say you missed me and go,” Sirius teased.

“Fine, I missed you. Sue me.”

“Merlin, no need to get so defensive. You know you can miss me right? I’m the love of your life after all.”

“Someone’s narcissistic today,” Remus teased.

“When am I not?” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows causing Remus to laugh out loud.

Remus sighed happily and rested his forehead on Sirius’, pulling them closer, all the while still slow dancing to the lazy rhythm. Sirius happily obliged and closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in everything that was Remus.

“I’m glad you’re back,” Remus sighed again.

“Me too,” Sirius moved his head to rest it on Remus’ chest as Remus rested his cheek on Sirius’ head. As much as he teased Sirius about his height, he was secretly glad about it because Sirius’ height fit perfectly with his own. They danced silently for some time before Remus started,

“Waking up to kiss you and nobody’s there, the smell of your perfume still stuck in the air,” Remus hummed in a low voice.

Sirius chuckled lightly, “Feeling romantic are we?”

“It’s ha-a-a-ard,” Remus continued.

“Are we gonna pretend it’s a Moony Original and not a famous song by a famous singer?” Sirius started teasing him again.

“Yesterday I thought I saw your shadow running round, it’s funny how things never change in this old town,” Remus continued without replying to Sirius.

“I’ll take it as a yes. Ah, singer Moony is deep in thought I see. Ignoring his one and only listener. Well, forgive me for asking questions, sir. New lyrics get me curious.”

Remus smiled but continued singing anyway, “So fa-a-a-ar from the sta-a-a-ars.”

“Except you are in front of a literal star,” Sirius chuckled.

“And I-- hmphh,” Remus struggled to bite back a laugh at Sirius’ words, “and I wanna tell you everything, the words I never got to say the first time around.”

Remus waited for a comment from Sirius but it never came because the latter was busy smiling. So he continued,

“And I remember everything, from when we were the children playing in this fairground. Wish I was there with you now.”

At this Sirius hugged Remus tight. “I’m here Moons. I’ll always be here.”

Remus could only smile widely and hug Sirius tighter as he swayed them to the music and his singing.

“If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you, drive highways and byways to be there with you, over and over the only truth, everything comes back to you.”

Sirius looked up and placed a chaste kiss on Remus’ lips, smiling softly at his boyfriend.

“I love you Moons.”

“I love you Pads.”

“But I have a question for singer-lyricist Moony.”

“Shoot.”

“We’re just two private people. Why would the world watch us dance?”

It was a stupid question, but Remus indulged him.

“I mean even though we’re private, we WILL invite people when we get married right? And it’s only appropriate to have the first dance as a married couple in front of everyone.”

Sirius threw his head back in laughter, “Yeah right.”

Remus grabbed Sirius by the shoulders, stilling him in place.

“No, I mean it.”

“Huh?” Sirius was confused again.

The confusion changed to almost shock as Remus knelt down on one knee and produced a box. Even before he could open it, Sirius wailed.

“What the heck Remus?”

Now it was Remus’ turn to be shocked.

“‘Remus’? What happened to 'Moony’?”

“I can’t believe you,” Sirius stomped his foot.

Remus panicked. Did he miscalculate? Did Sirius not want to be in this for the long run? Or did he just not want to get married?

“Wha-what happened?” Remus asked, his heart racing.

“You stole my lines, my thunder, my moment to shine!” Sirius almost screamed and stormed off to their bedroom.

Remus stood dumbfounded in the living room, right where Sirius left him. His panic started to slowly shift into pain and embarrassment as he wondered what went wrong. He wanted the earth to swallow him whole. How was he ever supposed to move past this? But before he could dwell on it any further, Sirius was back.

“I was going to propose, you idiot,” Sirius said, shoving a tiny ring box in front of Remus.

Remus felt paralyzed for a few seconds and then burst out laughing.

“Fucking hell Pads, why are you so dramatic, you almost gave me a heart attack.”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you didn’t want this or something..” Remus trailed off.

“Well, now that is stupid. We’ve been together for like two decades, why would I back out now?”

“I don’t know, you should have told me that before storming off,” Remus said, before plopping down on the sofa. This sudden roller coaster of emotions had drained him. 15 year old Remus would have never imagined that adult Sirius would still be this dramatic.

“I had this whole speech prepared, but now I can’t remember shit, thanks to your dramatic ass,” Remus rubbed his temples.

Sirius sat next to him and enveloped him in a hug.

“Aw Moons I’m sorry. I got carried away. It’s just I spent so much time discussing things with Lily that I couldn’t process–”

“Wait you discussed with Lily?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I discussed it with Lily too. Wow, she’s really good at keeping secrets.”

Sirius laughed, “Well it’s Lily, what do you expect? I bet she had a crush on Prongsie her whole school life and only talked about it in our last year.”

“Now that’s a reach.”

“Is it though?” Sirius quirked an eyebrow, “we’ll never know. Anyways, we’re getting sidetracked here.”

“Yeah, I'd even prepared a good dinner but I guess we ruined it all.”

Sirius gasped, “What do you mean 'ruined-it-all’? Does the offer not stand anymore?”

“What offer?”

“To get married duh,” Sirus stated matter-of-factly.

Remus smiled, “Do you want to go first?”

“Ah no I’m not that petty, you can go first.”

Remus turned his body to face Sirius.

“Since I don’t remember what I originally planned, I’m just gonna wing it. Umm, so Sirius Orion Black. Padfoot. My Pads,” he paused to smile. “I don’t think I can pinpoint the day nor the reason I fell in love with you. It just happened slowly and easily. Loving you has always been easy and I don’t think I can ever stop. You’ve gone out of your way to make me happy and comfortable since we were children and I hope you know it meant a lot. That kid who was struggling to adjust to his, you know, condition and the prejudices, found a home in you. And now this man sitting in front of you wants to make sure that it never changes. That you’ll always be my home.”

“Fuck you.”

“I mean later of course why no-” Remus laughed as Sirius punched his arm lightly while trying to hold back tears.

“Why would you make me cry before my speech?”

“Stop blaming me for everything challenge.”

“Challenge declined.”

Remus summoned a glass of water from the kitchen to give to Sirius and wiped a single tear that had fallen across Sirius’ cheek despite trying so hard to hold them back. Sirius quickly drank the water and cleared his throat.“

"There’s something I need to tell you first.”

“Ah, don’t tell me you fell in love with someone else on your mission Pads.” Remus sighed dramatically.

Sirius stared blankly at the man in front of him. The man he was about to propose.

“Why can’t we have a single conversation without joking about it?”

“Must be the trauma. It’s a habit now Pads. You can’t break it.”

“Okay that is true, but I need you to be serious for now. And don’t you dare make the joke about my name right now. Focus.” Sirius waggled his finger in front of Remus effectively shutting him up.

“So I’ve decided to quit my job as an Auror.”

“What now?”

“Listen to me first.”

“It’s just, I came so close to losing you guys. James, Lily, and even Harry. And you. The war has been so cruel and it has taken so much from us. Not gonna lie, I am exhausted. So now I’d like to steal every moment and spend it on people I love.”

“I’ll support you with whatever you decide Pads.”

“I know. So, remember that one time Minnie asked me to take her transfiguration class because she had to go out on a mission? Now, I’m not a fan of teaching but it was fun. I’ve always loved transfiguration so I think it was easy to share it with the class.”

Remus’ mouth was gradually forming an 'o’ with every word Sirius spoke.

“Now that Minnie is going to be the Head of Hogwarts, her former spot is going to be vacant. She wrote to me about it a few days back and I was confused back then, but I think I’m gonna do it. But I won’t be able to call her Minnie anymore. Sad.”

“Oh my god Sirius, that is so amazing. You’ll be a great teacher,” Remus’ face shone with joy.

“Uh huh I’ve heard you’re a student favourite, Moony. You will have competition now.”

“I hate competitions but if it means I get to be with you every day, I’m in. And you can see Harry more often too.”

Sirius nodded in agreement.

“The students would be thrilled. Their DADA and Transfiguration professors dating. Imagine the gossip,” Sirius chuckled.

“No thanks.”

“Mhmm. Party pooper. Now back to what I was saying before you rudely interrupted.”

Remus snorted.

“The war has left many families broken. And I cannot imagine what I would have done had anything happened to you. I have loved you for a long time too, Moons. I think it happened in the little moments when you didn’t flinch at the sight of my scars, when you trusted me enough to show yours, when you gave me chocolates after my nightmares even though chocolates are like your most prized possession and you will share anything in the world but chocolates,” Remus smiled as Sirius went on, “when you let me steal your sweaters every now and then, or when you, a peaceful hermit, almost fought with Reggie for my sake. You’ve just been there. Always.” Sirius took Remus’ hand in his before continuing. “And even today, I can smell that you’ve cooked my favourite meals. You just know what I need. I’m not a fan of the word "forever” but I think I’d like you around for a long long time.“

They gazed softly at each other and in a silent agreement took out the respective rings from their boxes.

"Padfoot, you will not change your mind will you?”

“Moony, may I remind you that my animangus is a dog? I’m quite literally the epitome of loyalty.”

Remus laughed, “So will you do the honours of marrying me?”

“Only if you say yes first.”

“Yes, Sirius Black, I will marry you.”

“And I, you.”

They barely put the rings on each other’s fingers before Sirius all but crashed into Remus’ frame, throwing them backwards on the couch, hugging him tightly and Remus hugged him back that much tighter.

“Dibs on James as my best man,” came Sirius’ muffled voice, his face being buried in the crook of Remus’ neck.

“Yeah?” Remus responded, “I was gonna pick Lily anyway.”

A/N : Wolfstar proposal au because why not. My babies lived happily ever after and no I will not be taking any arguments. The song that inspired this is 'This Town'. And yes, in my universe, Niall Horan and wolfstar exist at the same time.

Aaaand this fic is a gift for a very dear friend. Zehvia, happy birthday bub <3

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Lost Royals ch. 1

What does it take to be in your arms? What does it take to finally deem myself worthy of someone as great as my beloved wife - the prophesied fae?

Pair : Oikawa Tooru x fm!reader

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Summary: Oikawa Tooru (a fae) is set to have an arranged marriage to the high royal princess fae (reader). Though, he has no idea why the high royal princess chose him. Therefore, he does everything he can to be noticeable or acceptable or at the same level as the princess’s great achievements. The only thing is the high royal princess who is one of the three prophesied faes to defeat the dark lord is too busy with her own duties to notice her husband’s efforts.

MASTERLST

THREE MONTHS LATER

"Are you seriously nervous right now?” Iwaizumi can’t help but laugh a little at the predicament his best friend , a prince, is in. He simply watches the prince of the Slovaria Court, Oikawa Tooru, stand in front of a full body mirror refixing his outfit for the ball. It has practically been a good thirty minutes that Tooru has been standing in front of the mirror and kept on rearranging his clothes.

“Do you think this robe looks too flashy?” Tooru ignores Iwaizumi , his personal knight , for whatever little humor he is making of this situation. His nerves are all too focused on the fact that he will finally be meeting the great prophesied fae princess - more of that…his fiance.

It was two months ago when he received a letter from the high king of Domhnall. It was a formal announcement for all first sons of all the courts under the kingdom of Domhnall. Some kind of special selection to be the high royal princess’s betrothed. The first born from different courts are then given a task which will then be the basis of who will be chosen. Tooru wasn’t as ambitious as the others to get chosen; however, he still did the task as how he’ll do it usually. As per the task states, they are to offer the high king a land in any means they thought is the best. Though, it must be the words said when he met with the prince or what he did that after a month he gets a letter. A letter stating that he is chosen to be betrothed to the high royal prince. Not to mention, the king himself even visited his court just to say something about that.

“That’s all fine already, your highness. If you don’t get ready, you’ll be late for the grand demonstration. You won’t want your dear fiance waiting for you, do you?” Iwaizumi sighed.

“Stop making me nervous,” Tooru groans as he looks at his outfit one last time. “I feel like the moment I see her, I’ll be a puddle on the floor,”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Iwaizumi chuckles. Tooru turns to him and glares.

“Why don’t you try being engaged to the most powerful fae? Ugh, what if she doesn’t like me?” Tooru heads over to his desk and gets the small gift box he plans to give to Amara.

“Just put on that famous charming smile you use to make those women swoon and you’ll be fine,” Iwa gives him a quick pat on the shoulder and leaves the room.

Tooru can smile like he usually does, but he knows for sure that this can’t be taken lightly. Just because he is to be married to the high royal princess and also become a high royalty himself, he can slack off. Deep down he knows that he’ll have to show his worth. Also, after the time when he was left to talk to the high king, he only felt more of responsibility and the actual meaning of this whole situation.

“It’s an honor to be in your presence, your majesty,” Tooru said. High king Zadkiel Cleremont sits on a couch across from him.

It took a while before the high king himself spoke. His ice cold stare boring on Tooru. “How does it feel to be engaged to my daughter - the high royal princess?”

Tooru looks up to the king. “I will not disappoint you and the princess, your majesty,” he bows down.

Though, the king simply nodded to his reply. “Well, I need actions rather than mere words,” It’s Tooru’s turn to not reply.

“However, that’s not exactly why I wish to speak with you,” the king sighs and taps his finger against the arm rest.

“I’m here to simply know your impression,” he added.

“Impression?” Tooru asked.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve heard of rumors regarding my daughter. Whether it be bad or good, I’m sure you’ve heard at least one of them,” The king turns his gaze to a painting hanging above the fireplace. A painting that depicts a monster dead by the hands of a great knight.

“I’m sure those rumors are your only way to make an impression even before you meet my daughter. I want to hear it…your impression of my daughter,” the kind explained.

Tooru did hear rumors of the infamous fae princess. As much as everyone fears all three faes’ of their powerful abilities, the most talk all over the lands is Amara Cleremont. The woman he is set to marry. He’s heard as many rumors from the princess being some kind of troublemaker and…to a walking vessel to a monster or bomb.

“I did hear of the rumors, but I think it is unfair to only base my impression of the princess by mere rumors,” Tooru answered. Though, his heart is already pounding at the idea that he may have said the wrong answer.

Silence wraps around the atmosphere as the king inspects him more under the cold stare. A sigh from the king breaks the silence and a slight chuckle.

“At least you’re not denying ever hearing those rumors,” the king stands up and walks up closer to the painting and inspecting more of the beast in the painting.

“A piece of advice then, prince Oikawa,” The king turns to look at the Tooru. “To whatever rumor you’ve heard or whether it be that it’s bad and exaggerated, don’t ignore them. One way or another, those rumors have a hint of truth into them,”

Ever since that day, Tooru can’t help but just ponder on what the king said. His mind is all over the place on what exactly to expect in this situation. Is he exactly supposed to be that glad that he is set to marry a princess? Does he have to be cautious like a deer to look out for predators? Though, a part of him believes that he shouldn’t let the nervousness and cautiousness get in the way of trying to know the princess behind the name as a prophesied one. If anything, he should remind himself of simply meeting someone new. Someone who he might spend the rest of his life with.

A knock on cuts him from his thoughts. He turns and sees his sister , Faelern. A smile draws on her face seeing his brother all glamoured up.

“Look at you all dressed up to see your dear fiance,” Faelern chuckles.

“Got to make a good first impression,” Tooru replied. “Besides, I may have been chosen, I still have to go through some kind of test,” he added.

“A test?” Faelern scoffs. “They sure do make a deal out of these prophesied faes. It’s practically screaming that they are a big deal,”

Tooru chuckles. “And that’s the reason why mom and dad are not allowing you to attend the demonstration. That blabbering mouth of yours would get you in trouble”

His sister groans and sighs. “I’m just saying…what makes them great among other faes with abilities?”

Tooru looks at his reflection one last time. “Well, the whole faeland are about to find out,”

Amara Cleremont. Everyone has heard of that name and finally they are to meet her together with the other two great prophesied faes. Though, as much as everyone expects to see their great abilities, Amara’s head is all over the place. A sense of pressure is put upon her shoulder for it’ll only be a few hours before the demonstration is about to commence. Though, there is no doubt that she can pull off what she trained for for years. However, as much as anyone who knows her fears, she can feel the pool of darkness within her trying to sip out through her hands.

She sits on one of the couches in front of the fire. Her eyes remain on the fire in front of her. Her hands clenched tight as the flat cuff bracelets on her wrist tightened around her. Some sort of dark shadow tries to seep from under the cuffs.

“Keep it in. Keep it in. Keep it in,” she keeps repeating herself.

The world is dying to know who these prophesied faes are. Although, it seems one of the prophesied faes is not in the state of control and mindset to show the world what she has to offer. Though, she has no choice but to face those who have decided to put their faiths on them. However, in times like this when she felt too isolated - just like how she was the last twenty five years of her life.

#tahonet #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x you #fluff #fantasy #haikyuu fluff

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eddiemunsonlovesme · 2 years

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So I was thinking, what if Eddie took care of Chloe when she was sick?

Warnings: kinda cringe, no smut, minors approved, no 18+, all good. Follow me for more appropriate content :).

Character name: Chloe

Traits: gold round glasses - brown eyes - mixed skin - black short hair.

Status: alive, Eddie Munson’s girlfriend, no status of parents.

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“Sweetheart…” the soft whisper seemed to echo the room of Eddie’s trailer. I groaned in response. All over my body hurt after my love passed on his illness to me. Curse my immune system.

“Darling, I’m sorry…” he whispered again. I was turned over to face the wall away from his gaze. No way he could see me like this, he got over it fairly rapid.

I hummed this time, almost to approve and say it was ok. Right after, I felt a warm hand on my back and the dent he had made in the mattress as he was now sitting next to me.

“It’s ok…” I managed to get out. My voice was raspy and rough, and he could tell my words were limited.

“Please turn over.”

I turned over, my body aching even more. I was now facing him with my eyes shut and my cheek buried in his pillow. I could tell he was appreciative of my effort to… well, turn over.

“I love you, remember that, ok?” He assured. I smiled a little bit and attempted to open my eyes.

“Ow!” I yelped. “My eyes! They burn like the pits of hell.”

“Good, your humor’s still intact… for now. I’ll go get the medicine, love.” He said. With that, I shut my eyes again and felt the mattress turn cold and empty without him sitting beside me. After a few minutes, I felt his presence. I heard the liquid washing around in the bottle that he was shaking - the medicine.

“Do I have to?” I complained, now sitting up against the head of the bed. He laughed and poured the chemical into the syringe, filling it up all the way.

“Yes, sweetheart. It will be over soon.”

“Doesn’t seem like it. I can’t even open my eyes.”

“I know, I’ll treat that after this. Please? For me?”

I knew he was putting on his famous puppy-dog eyes without even looking at him. I giggled at the thought of the sight and then felt a syringe into my mouth. I swallowed the bitter liquid, gagging at the taste. He laughed again before putting the medicine back into the box.

“Better?”

“Not really. Thank you though. I love you.” I said. I could feel the relaxing warmth of the mattress now that he was sitting beside me again.

“I love you too. Now, time to disinfect those beautiful brownies.”

I chuckled in response while he left to go to the bathroom. When he came back, he instructed I’d sit on the edge of the bed. I did was I was told as he applied warm compress underneath my eyes to soothe them and stop the burning.

After about 5 minutes, I was able to open my eyes again.

“Hey.” He said, as if to welcome me.

“Hey. Nice to see your adorable face again.” I teased. Eddie giggled while still dabbing the towel on the edges of my eyes sweetly.

“HELLO!” Dustin cheered as he bursted through the door unexpectedly.

“Seriously, dude?” Eddie judged.

“Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something? And why are you strangling Chloe with a towel?”

“I’m fine, Dustin. Just a little sick and Eddie is helping me.”

“Little?” Eddie laughed.

“Come see my slug!” Dustin beckoned.

“Sorry, I’m taking care of Chlo-“

“Eddie.” I deadpanned.

“Right. Got it.” He responded. He and Dustin left the room to go and attend the slug Dustin wanted him to look at. I giggled under my breath and stumbled over to the shower to wash and refreshen myself from this.. unbearable state. I turned on the shower and immediately hopped in to savor the cold water before it turned warm. After my 4 - minute shower, I got dressed in the bathroom and washed my face again with a towel. Only then did I notice my dark circles in the reflection in the mirror.

Despite the good sleeps I get with Eddie, last night was uncomfortable and fitful. It was pre-effect of his sickness that caused this lack of sleep. I think I got about 2 hours at most.

Instead of covering it with concealer or something, I just left them to be exposed. There was no special occasion to wear make-up, especially when I’m in the comfort of my boyfriend who loves me for who I am. In fact, he doesn’t like it when I wear make-up. Eddie will drag me to the bathroom and wet my face if he has to, all in a playful manner.

“Honey, you there?” I heard outside the door. It was Eddie who probably managed to escape from the gruesome presence of Dustin’s slug.

“Yeah, just washing my face.” I said, opening the door. I still had a wet towel in my hand.

“Do you feel any better?” He questioned. He gently grasped my wrist and pulled me out from the bathroom.

“I feel better now. Thank you.”

“No need. I’m sorry.”

“No need.” I teased. He smiled while I rested my head around his chest and his warm hand crept around my waist.

“Don’t you need your glasses?” My love asked.

“I can see you fine as long as you’re next to me.” I smiled.

“You won’t ever leave me, right?” Eddie asked.

“Love, you can’t get rid of me yet.”

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thevoyageurmoteplass-writing · 1 year

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Alia inspected the ingredient list for the spell again and decided that it must have been some sick joke. Perhaps some disgruntled customer had slipped a new page into her notebook and…

She groaned. Of course they hadn’t. No one got near her book, least of all without her say so, and the page fitted seamlessly with the others. The picture of the old, worn page was only slightly blurry given the touch up she’d attempted to do on it, and the messy note in the top left-hand corner was definitely her slightly slanted handwriting. The spell she required simply really did need ground walnuts and a dollop of peanut butter; the latter was only an attempt to make the thing palatable, but there was a very distinctive note saying that it was the only addition that wouldn’t completely mess with the potion itself.

Her thoughts strayed to the EpiPen in her bag. Was it possible? But she quickly dismissed the idea. Even if she had Freddy on hand, even if she could get through the actual spell as her throat started closing and allergic reaction took hold, it was too risky. Demons could sense that kind of trouble. They’d stall for long enough that it might just be the last spell she ever did.

‘Al, they didn’t have… Why do you look pissed?’ Freddy asked, tone shifting from jovial to concerned in an instant.

‘We can’t complete Jodie’s job,’ she said, turning her notebook so he could see the spell.

‘Ah,’ he said, deflated and dropping into the seat beside her. He absently handed over her salt and vinegar crisps – already open in an old habit of jokingly testing her food for traces of nuts.

‘Needs to be swallowed for the whole thing to work, and nothing else works.’

‘I’ll do it,’ he said simply, cutting her tirade of reasoning short.

Alia looked at him sharply. For once, she hated his earnest expression and the dismissive shrug when he caught her eye.

‘It’ll be like normal. Just –’

‘No,’ Alia interrupted him firmly. ‘I’ll just –’

‘Al,’ he said, voice soft, understanding as he took her free hand and squeezed, ‘you can never let a job go. I’ll be fine. I’ve got you, what could go wrong?’

She groaned. ‘Famous last words, Freddy.’

‘OK,’ he said, retracting his hand and helping himself to another few crisps. ‘But at least I now know that if I die, I can haunt you.’ He shoved the crisps into his mouth, and Alia knew it was probably so she couldn’t force him into some kind of argument.

She merely rolled her eyes and set the bag of crisps down on the table. He was right, she didn’t like leaving a job unfinished, but she also hated the idea of Freddy having to be the vessel for this particular spell. It felt stupid that of all the things she could do, of all the spells and rituals she’d researched, she’d yet to find one that would rid her of her allergy.

‘Seriously, Alia, we’ve got this.’

With a deep sigh she slipped the notebook back into her bag, determined to find another way around this, because Freddy doing it simply wasn’t an option for her.

#Repost #Made By Me #Drabble #Magical Entrepreneur Story #Alia Underwood #Fred Ashcroft #Freddy Ashcroft #Alia Underwood & Freddy Ashcroft

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bunny-rambles · 1 year

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i... well, still not go on tumblr a lot ahah. life is getting busier by the day and will be for a very long while sigh but yeah. i'm not dead and since i am gonna leave town for a lil while (going to freeze myself over at a friend's house in the mountains lmao) i just wanted to make a quick check up message. i hope you're feeling good (how's the christmas season going? yesterday i spent one hour trying to not kill myself while decorating the tree)

also the scaracat piece was really cute, so thank you. distractions are always welcome in stressful times, and scara is my favourite distraction.

speaking of scara i, well, am feeling feelings recently. (one of my best friends would say "emozioni sono state emozionate" which literally means "emotions have been emotioned", to mantain that funny out of grammar tone)

me talking about scara seriously would be very long tho bc how can it not be, so instead i'll be leaving you with a funny list of scara fun facts courtesy of the italian fandom. idk how much this can be funny to a non italian but if i can get a smile out of you, that's fine to me: <3

- "wanderer" has been translated in the newly upcoming italian version! specifically, it has been translated as "vagabondo", which has been found hilarious by everyone as a famous italian songs with the same title quotes "i, a wanderer, with no money in my pockets, but at least there's God above me". not only am i the one that's gonna end up pennyless by his arrival, but it's so funny given scara's quite turbulent past with gods lol

- speaking of wanderer, his clothes' palette matches perfectly that of the famous italian soccer team of naples. this has led to everyone making memes of scara with naples' scarves and shirts and even soccer themed rooms and the meme that scaramouche was the new member of naples got so out of hand that some non genshin players actually started believing naples had gotten a new soccer player. scara has since been nominated an honorary napolitan by the community, which is even more hilarious bc the stereotypical napolitan is the farthest thing away from scara you could possibly think about

- less than a funny fact and more than, well, a curiosity? scara's burst in the italian translation has been written off as "fantasticherie burrascose", which is an extremely fancy use of words to say "stormy fantasies". i cannot possibly convey how funny it sounds to me personally but i find the actual meaning to be actually quite fitting to scara as a character

with this i really have to go ahah. this hair are not gonna wash themselves

i wish you a good week bunny, ti voglio bene!

- 🍓

P.S. just realised the "gl" in "voglio" is the same there is in "tartaglia" (they're pronounced the same bc italian has consistent pronounciation unlike english lol) which is very nice bc i indeed want tartaglia. like, a lot

P.P.S. good luck with the scara pulls! for what concerns myself i'll keep fingers crossed not only to get him, but hopefully with cons too? meager hopes but hopes are what keeps us living ig

I kept this ask back from being answered because I thought it was the last I was going to receive for quite a while - but it’s selfish to not even give you a response. I’ll really miss you if you end up too busy, but I suppose that’s just life.

The seasons over, but I had a nice christmas surprisingly (even though it’s probably my least favourite holiday). Feeling good though overall? Hm. Well, things are stressful at the moment, it’s constantly up and down but I can say with confidence even though it’s like this, I’m doing good overall. So there’s no need to worry :) (putting up trees is a nightmare omg pls I feel ur struggle)

I completely forgot I even said to go check that out- but I’m really happy you liked it and glad that it helped. I’ve written some more stuff in the mean time, I’m not going to ask you to read them this time, they’re just there if you want to

emotions have been emotioned, I need to start using that one because that’s exactly how to describe what’s happened for my feelings over the little guy. Like. Wow. That’s the perfect phrase. 10/10 fr !

you can come into my inbox any time you like and please don’t be afraid to send stuff in even if I don’t reply to the first one (I promise I’ll get there, slowly but surely, you’re never ever a bother - you’re actually a highlight of being on tumblr) so if you wanna blurt all ur scara brainrot out, I’m always here

(all of these got a chuckle/giggle out of me, so it was more than a smile <33)

- the amount of irony pls lmfao, although it is actually accurate with nahida looking over him now. Speaking of penniless, this mf drained me of my entire storage of primos (still, got his c1 but man he didn’t make it easy at all)

- the fact that non genshin players started thinking scara was a new player, knowing absolutely nothing about his personality and who he is in the game - AND he’s an honorary player? i did see a few memes of him with a football under his foot (or next to it) when his redesign was first released, and they did the same thing with heizou so who knows, maybe heizou is also an honorary football member somewhere. (but if they were to ever go against each other, my money would be on scara)

- stormy fantasies huh. well. ahem. isn’t being stepped on one of the biggest fantasies the scara nation has?/hj. no but you’re right, I can’t explain it but it is very fitting for him, I’m just not smart enough to go into depth about it ;;;

ti voglio bene dearest fragola, I miss you in my inbox and hope you come back at some point, and I hope you got scara !! he’s a very fun character, just a little fragile (although if you have a healer or a shield character, this shouldn’t be that much of a problem)

#bun speaks #🍓 anon

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vividescapist · 2 years

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Found Wayhaven, fell straight down into that hole, been overthinking the various romance routes and my detectives for them ever since. Used picrew to create the most fleshed out ones so far (which, really, is only my Mason-route detective but that’s because Mason’s charm is irresistible. Working on my Felix-detective atm.)

His name is Ethan Greene (29) [he/him] and yes, there is gonna be so much confusion unless a certain fake Doctor reveals his real name.

Book 1 appearance.

More underneath the cut.

Book 2 appearance.

Book 3 apperance

Tentative Book 4 appearance, subject to change after Book 3 officially releases.

(Yes, he’s joining the rest of the gaggle of detectives who suffer from lack of sleep the longer the series goes on.)

Gen stats:

- Average height

- Dark apartment style

- Leaning towards: Charming, Impulsive, Genuine, Stoic, Stubborn

- Relationship with Rebecca is strained but getting better

- Did not let the Agency sample his blood for research

- “My trauma cannot catch me if I put it into a box which I’ll lock and then chuck into the ocean.” - Famous last words

Other Info:

- Needed some time get better at this team stuff since he worked a lot on his own but how can he stay strong in the face of Nate and Felix being kind and cheerful around him? Terrible, really, he was doomed from the start. Mason being walking, talking eye-candy didn’t really help matters either though Ethan tried very hard to remain professional and keep his distance from Mason. (Keyword being tried. Moths and flames and all that.)

- Has a really hard time opening up to people and the only person who did get him to open up before was Bobby, his ex, and we all know how that ended. It’s why he’s very much okay with his friends with benefits status with Mason in Book 2 since he needed to let off steam but he struggles to do so with complete strangers. Physical stuff is fine, it’s safe, separate from any emotions. Neat, tidy boxes Ethan can work with.

- Made the world’s greatest decision and let Bobby come in during Book 2. Got kissed and wonders why the heck he didn’t push Bobby away when it happened.

- Mason’s and Ethan’s courtship is probably Nate’s and Felix’s favorite soap opera since both Mason and Ethan have no clue that they are developing feelings and are constantly questioning why they want to be around one another. Meanwhile, Adam suffers and wants nothing to do with this headache inducing nonsense. Good for them but maybe stop flirting so intensely in front of his salad.

- Ever since Murphy took a bite out of Ethan’s throat, his wardrobe has changed to high collars only. Both to hide the scars, faded as they are, from prying eyes and also from himself. (He’s not only rowing down the Nile because of Mason.)

- Cut his hair to about shoulder length after Book 1 because having such long hair was one of the reasons he couldn’t get away from the thralls (They kept grabbing at it) and because Murphy used it to yank his head around. Thus, it posed a risk to his overall safety and with him being the new liason, he knew trouble would find him again. Cut it again after Book 2 because he realized that he doesn’t have time for the proper care anymore. Tentatively planned to have him grow it out again after Book 3 because a) he misses his long hair and b) doesn’t even have time for a hairdresser’s appointment anymore and Ethan’s NOT taking Felix up on his offer to cut his hair for him. Sorry, Felix, Ethan doesn’t trust you with scissors. :(

- Was seriously considering getting a dog or a cat before Unit Bravo rolled into town, is now lowkey glad that he didn’t because of how dangerous things have become around town.

- Loves to cook. Sucks at it. Take-out is the way to go.

- Wishes he had a green thumb but only manages to keep cacti and succulents alive because they require so little care. And even then not every single one survives.

As for my Felix-romancing detective...

Less info but the general gist:

Xander Lien (25) [he/him]

- “If I am suave, charming and funny enough, people won’t ask me how I’m doing :)”

- The King of Deflection and the Bane of Adam’s existence.

- Seriously bad relationship with Rebecca during his teens which is why he fell in with a bad crowd. Was the terror of Wayhaven for a while and the reason why he was forced to join the police force is because he beat an officer bloody with a bat. Said officer did take him under their wing after their recovery (and Xander’s arrest), which changed him for the better.

- Looks like a nerd but don’t let that fool you, Xander is packing some serious guns. He’s never once slacked on his physical training and has won the arm wrestling competition of the office for the last three years in a row. Could probably bridal carry Nate around (for more than three wobbly steps, too.)

- Has trust issues underneath all of his bluster, as Rebecca was rarely around when he needed her to be as a teen and it left him angry and hurting. He jokes easily with Unit Bravo but every time Nate tells him that he’s genuinely happy that Xander is now part of their little group, Xander doesn’t buy it. Who would enjoy being around him?

- This bleeds over into his relationship with Felix, whom he wants to kiss very, VERY badly and flirts boldly with at every given opportunity but he hesitates to make it official because then Felix might see that Xander isn’t all that suave or funny. And Felix deserves someone better than Xander who reveals how bitter and self-loathing he is after too many drinks.

- Really sparsely furnished apartment because a) too much time at the office and b) if he doesn’t have a lot of stuff, there’s less mess to clean up and Xander is a fundamentally messy person.

- On Team “There’s some coffee in my sugar somewhere” along with Tina.

#wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven detective

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Hi! Could I make a drabble/oneshot request for Natasha Romanoff x gn reader where she comes back after destroying Red Room and freeing the widows, basically after movie, to reader, and reader just greets her with a hug and "I'm so proud of you" and after some time hugging they just hear coughing and Yelena saying "Am I... interrupting something?". Hope this makes sense lol. Thank you in advance!

Interrupting

Relationship: Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader feat. Yelena Belova

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: fingers crossed i fulfilled this request okay! it got a bit away from me at some points but i think i reeled it back in

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

When Natasha burst through the door you felt like a million pounds had been lifted off your shoulders.

She had gone radio silent after the last shaky phone call where she told you what she had learned and, subsequently, planned to do. Natasha had always been a bit vague about her past so in those moments, you felt everything pour out. She believed so heavily in what she was doing and there was nothing to stop her.

You couldn’t even begin to relate to her pain so you did your best and told her you supported her fully. You just made her promise she’d come back to you in one piece. With a weak laugh, she agreed. And then that was that. The line went dead. All you were left to do now was wait.

Truly, you thought it was never going to end. Day in, day out, you waited for some sign from her. You figured she’d give you a call at some point — you hadn’t expected her to just waltz into your apartment, looking pretty much fresh from battle.

You had been sitting on the couch picking at your dinner, waiting. Some mindless sitcom played on the television but your brain has been elsewhere… Until the door creaked open. Your heart sank. At first, you thought it had been, like, some bad guys. While you weren’t some fancy superhero yourself, you had only heard Natasha’s warnings, taking them quite seriously given her current rogue status.

But it wasn’t anything bad. It wasn’t some government official or crazy terrorist. It was just your girl. Your love. Your gorgeous, exhausted better half.

She stood in the doorway, looking a bit uncertain about coming in. She’d only been around here maybe once or twice, making her appearance even more shocking. You matched her silence, just staring back into her wide-eyed gaze. She didn’t have to say anything, you read the news on her. She had done it.

You stood from the couch slowly, your dinner carelessly tossed on the coffee table. When you two got closer, it was like something in Natasha broke. Unexpectedly, she threw herself in your arms. A bit stunned at first, you quickly managed to reciprocate the hug, letting her find some relief in your arms. And, if you were being honest, you found relief in hers as well. Just holding her, knowing she was okay, and she had done all that… Your girl truly never stopped impressing you. It didn’t seem anything that could stop her.

"I’m so proud of you," you whispered after a moment. You felt her grip around your neck get tighter as her head found a resting spot on your shoulder.

"Thank you," she responded, her voice a little hoarse. You couldn’t see her face but you guessed she had a few tears forming. You rubbed her back slowly in comfort. She sighed, content.

"Are you okay?" You had to ask.

She let out a little laugh. "Depends," she mumbled. "Are we talking mentally or physically?"

You loosened your hold on her quickly, putting space in between your bodies. Natasha frowned at the disconnect.

"Are you hurt? Physically?" A bit of panic rose in your voice as you looked her over. You couldn’t make out much on her dark-covered suit but there were snags here and there. Nothing was looking too insane but that didn’t mean internally —

"Hon, I’m fine," she said, pulling you out of your rushed thoughts. You wanted to argue, maybe force her to call a doctor, but your thoughts were interrupted as she pulled you in for a kiss before taking you back in her arms. You complied with the motions, your heart slowly getting back to a normal beat.

"You take down an entire secret terrorist organization and you want me to believe you walked away without a scratch?"

Natasha let out a genuine laugh at that question. You felt her shake her head, "I’ll worry about it later."

You scoffed. "Famous last words."

"Are you underestimating me?"

You sighed, pulling her in tighter. "No, babe, I’m not. I’m just saying you’re not bulletproof."

"I guess that’s fair," she answered, her voice dropping to a whisper.

You were just about to ask if she’d let you go so you could get her some dinner when a…cough came from the front door. Your brows furrowed, immediately thinking it was one of your noisy neighbors but when you lifted your head, eyes fixated on the entrance, you found a serious yet confused looking blonde-haired woman watching you two.

"Am I interrupting something?" She asked. You grew even more confused, now fully detaching yourself from Natasha. Probably for good considering the stranger staring you two down. Natasha, though, didn’t look very alarmed.

"Thanks, Yelena." Natasha playfully rolled her eyes.

"What did I do?" The woman, apparently named Yelena, frowned.

"Nothing." She shook her head, a little smirk playing at her lips. Natasha turned towards you. "Sorry, I should’ve warned you my sister was with me."

"S-Sister?" You confirmed, looking between the pair. Natasha hadn’t really ever shared much about her family. You hadn’t pressed, certainly not wanting to open some old wounds. But now that a supposed sister was standing just feet away from you, you felt you were entitled to ask.

Natasha nodded, "This is my sister Yelena." She then motioned towards you, facing Yelena. "Yelena, this is my partner." She also shared your name. The way it rolled off your love’s tongue was music to your ears.

Yelena gave a small smile in acknowledgment. "Nice to meet you. Sorry for barging in. Natasha just gave me the address and, well, hadn’t expected it to lead to answers about her love life."

Your cheeks began getting warm. Natasha waved off Yelena’s teasing.

"I think maybe you’re just jealous," she shrugged and began taking off some of her gear, placing it gently on the couch, before drifting into the kitchen to check out your food. You smiled, watching her move with such ease around the space. It felt so utterly domestic and you loved it a little too much.

Yelena followed her lead but didn’t both with the gear. She peaked in the pot of stew you had simmering. "Maybe I am a little jealous of their cooking skills."

Natasha eventually ended her rounds, coming back to her spot in front of you. She snaked her arms around your waist, yours going around her shoulder this time. "Yeah, well, this adorable, amateur chef is all mine."

You rolled your eyes at her sentiment, feeling your face warm up again. "What can I say? I need to make sure my superhero has a delicious meal after a day of kicking ass."

"And her sister!" Yelena called from the kitchen, apparently already helping herself to some of the food. "Her sister needs to eat as well. I helped very much, thank you."

You nodded. "One of these days I’ll be cooking for the whole Avengers team."

Natasha tried to sound lighthearted but her laugh hid a bit of worry. "Yeah," she sighed. "Maybe that’ll be the glue that mends them."

You didn’t know what to say so you did all you could think of and that was go back to how you started: holding one another. She may have been the big, badass superhero just hours ago but even the toughest needed something warm to come back to. And you were more than happy to be that support for her.

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