#Jokes aside i tried my best to draw the boys in dresses and long hair because we deserved it

[hoe-doroki]

Hi there! I don't think I've requested anything from you before ( my memory is awful though)

Anyhow I was wondering if I could get some Izuku smut with a female reader.

The scene is youre out with your girls, ( mina, hagakure, Momo) at the club having a good time. You see this green eyed stranger looking at you across the room.

His boys hype him up to ask you to dance and it ends up turning into following him back home ( I LIVE for soft dom! Deku!)

Thanks for taking the time to read and answer this!

Ugh, sorry this took so long, nonnie! You sent this in just as I was being eaten alive by a fic that’s wayyyyy longer than it needs to be. But I’m here now and you said the magic words: soft dom. Yesssss. I went college!AU for this and I hate clubs (drinking, dancing, flirting, no thanks) so I projected that on the reader a bit. Oopsie! It was hard to keep Izuku in character for this, but I did my best. Anyway, hope you like!

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, Kaminari and M*neta leering, spanking, slight exhibitionism, alcohol (not drunk sex, though), dirty talk

rating: explicit, 18+

wc: 5k

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

Sometimes people looked at you, Mina, Momo, and Tooru and wondered how you were friends. People who had only known each of you as you were in college could never put it together. But the answer was simple: you’d been friends since high school. You were rapidly becoming different people, but those three were still your girls through and through.

That was how you, Mina, Tooru, and Momo ended up in the club that day. Two friends who really wanted to go—Mina and Tooru—and two friends who really didn’t—you and Momo. These things happen when you become friends years before you could be allowed in any club. Your college friends never would have invited you on an excursion like this—hell, none of them would ever be seen at a club either. But when Mina and Tooru showed up at your door begging you to go out and experience your twenties, you couldn’t say no. Now you were spilling out of the car Mina had called and walking on high heeled booties to a club you’d heard of but never been to.

“Obviously you actually wanted to go, Momo, otherwise you wouldn’t be wearing a top like that.”

Tooru wasn’t hiding the fact that she was ogling Momo’s very prominently displayed chest, all but bursting out of the deep v-neck she had paired with a short skirt.

“It’s only sensible for me to wear a top like this,” Momo said, her voice firm despite awkward fidgets to put her breasts a little more away. “Places like these are so hot that a shirt with a higher neckline would be soaked with cleavage sweat in a minute.”

“Mhmm, right,” Tooru said, flouncing away in her own crop top and shorts, eager to enter the club.

You’d gone simple, just tossing on a bodycon dress that you’d ordinarily pair with a sweater and tights, but that Mina had convinced you to wear on its own tonight. You crossed your arms, the chill of the evening seeping past the thin fabric even just in the short time it took to get from the heated car to the sweaty bar.

Tooru had run to the door and was nearly bouncing, waiting for the rest of you to catch up. Mina jogged over to her, looking the coolest of all of you in her black mesh crop top with nothing but a bra underneath and shorts that had the lacy scalloped hem of her underwear peaking out the top of. You hurried after them, just eager to get out of the cold. Tooru whipped the door open and the three of you piled in all at once, flashed your IDs, and then you were in.

The sound of the bass had thrummed loudly even outside, but once inside, your senses were overloaded. The music was deafening, the smell of alcohol bitter and heady, and the heat of sweaty bodies oppressive as Mina grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the crowd.

Even with Mina clearing the way, you had to elbow your way to the bar. This was the easiest part of the night—a task, something to do aside from trying and failing to work up the nerve to dance. Over the music, you yelled, “Whiskey ginger, well is fine,” to the bartender and turned to your girlfriends.

Mina and Tooru were already swinging their hips as they waited for their drinks, shimmying against each other to the beat. You and Momo were a little stiffer, not quite having the nerve or confidence to let your bodies be taken by the music.

“Girl’s night!” Mina cheered once everyone had a drink in hand. Glasses clinked and Tooru took a healthy gulp of her drink

“Can’t dance if you’re worried about spilling your drink,” Tooru said.

“Not with that attitude!” Mina said. She thrust her beer bottle in the air and then grabbed Tooru’s hand and the two of them stumbled into the mass of writhing bodies.

“You gonna follow them?” Momo asked, chewing on the straw of her drink.

“Not yet.” You had to shuffle away from the bar to make room for other patrons, moving to lean against one of the walls. “Maybe a bit of liquid courage.”

“It probably would have been wiser to do shots.”

You looked around, noticing how many people were already sending glances Momo’s way. You could draw direct lines all around the room between men’s leering eyes and Momo’s partially exposed chest, already beginning to glisten with sweat. You pursed your lips. It was nice to have Momo around as a fellow shy dancer, but it was discouraging to always be the one next to the prettiest girl in the room. People were looking right through you.

“You’ll probably get some sent your way soon enough,” you muttered.

“What?” Momo asked, her voice loud over the music.

“Nothing!” you replied. You squeezed the lime wedge into your drink and swirled it, drinking thirstily.

You hoped for one of two things. For the night to pass by quickly or for, unlikely though it was, something exciting to happen. Bars and clubs were predictable. Just once, you wanted to be surprised.

“Woah, look at her.”

Midoriya tried and failed to follow his friend’s gaze into one of the dark corners of the bar. Mineta was a good foot shorter than Midoriya, so it was hard to tell exactly where his line of sight was taking him. Kaminari seemed to hone in right away, though, pointing eagerly at the wall near the bar.

“Good find, Mineta,” Kaminari said. “Damn she’s hot.”

Midoriya followed Kaminari’s finger and noticed two girls huddled close together, sipping their drinks and observing the crowd, occasionally leaning over to talk to each other. One was dressed in a top and skirt and the other in a tight dress. The second girl’s hips were moving to the beat just slightly, as though she might not even know herself that she was doing it. She laughed at something her friend said, smile opening wide and fearlessly.

“Wow,” Midoriya said, eyes locked on her.

“What, did Mineta finally find a girl to meet your ridiculously high standards?” Kaminari asked, clapping Midoriya on the back.

“Maybe,” Midoriya murmured, watching as she waved to some other girls in the crowd.

“About time,” Mineta said. “I’ve never seen more perfect tits in my life.”

That snapped Midoriya out of his focus and he looked down at his friend, whose eyes were unblinking, scarily locked straight ahead. “What?”

“That plunging neckline perfectly showing what it would look like if I had my hands on either side of them,” he continued, his voice distant. Luckily, Kaminari smacked him upside the head.

“If you’re saying it loud enough to be heard over the music, you’re saying it too loud,” Kaminari chastised. “Besides, if Midoriya finally found a girl he likes, you should give him first dibs.”

“What?” Mineta asked, turning towards Kaminari, outraged.

“Wait, wait, I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” Midoriya said, waving his hands in front of him before his friends could have it out. “The girl I was looking at isn’t wearing a plunging neckline. Look there.”

Midoriya pointed in your direction as subtly as he could, smiling as he caught another glimpse of your beautiful laugh.

“Oh, her friend,” Mineta said.

“Yeah, that tracks,” Kaminari added, looking between Midoriya and you. “Well, you should go for it, man! Try your luck!”

Midoriya looked at Kaminari, brows furrowed. “Did you guys invite me just to get me laid or something?”

“Of course not,” Mineta said. “Your innocent face makes us look less like two fuckboys and the girls will trust us more. You’re our cover.”

“Purely selfish reasons then, okay,” Midoriya muttered. “Okay, yeah, I’ll go talk to her.”

“Do it!” Kaminari said, giving you a thumbs up. He kicked the back of Midoriya’s calf and sent him tumbling into the crowd. Amidst a song of sorrys, Midoriya made his uncertain way toward you.

Three men had already tried their luck with Momo in as many songs. She’d kindly refused each advance—no level of drunkenness had ever led Momo to so much as a sloppy makeout and you weren’t sure how many times hell would have to freeze over for that to change. You joked about each of the guys and their sad pick-up attempts, but, still, it had you feeling low. None of the guys even pretended to be interested in you. They went straight for Momo, trying their darndest to keep their eyes on hers and not drift south.

“Hello, uh, miss…”

You nearly rolled your eyes as you looked up from your drink, half gone already, to find another sucker that Momo would have to reject. As soon as your eyes landed on him, you were struck by how different this one was from the others. He didn’t look like the usual meathead dude-bro who swung by. He had a round face and freckles smattered under the roundest green eyes you’d ever seen. He looked sheepish already, anticipating the rejection he’d get from talking to a girl so far out of his league.

You felt the jolt of an elbow in your ribs and looked at Momo who was giving you intense eyes, eyebrows raised. She looked at you and then at the boy with the green hair, tilting her head, and suddenly you realized that you were “miss.”

“Oh, hello,” you said, unable to hide the confusion on your face.

“I’m Izuku,” the man said, smiling softly at you. “Would you, um, care to dance?”

You smiled. It sounded like this boy was expecting a waltz instead of the hips that were grinding against each other in the middle of this dance floor.

“I’m… not sure,” you said, so unfamiliar with the procedure here that you were floundering.  “You see, I don’t really dance.”

The boy breathed out what looked to be a sigh of relief and you suddenly noticed the muscles bulging under his t-shirt. His cute, innocent face was hiding a man who was seriously stacked. “The truth is, I don’t usually dance either. I was pressured into coming here by some friends.”

You looked over at Momo. “We know the feeling.”

“Ah, I’m so sorry, I didn’t get your names,” Izuku said, suddenly looking between the two of you.

Momo looked at you for a second then said, “I’m Momo and this is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Izuku.”

“You as well,” Izuku said to Momo before turning back to you. “You know, the thing about dancing is that if you just start and let go of everything, it can actually be kind of fun.”

This boy sounded just like Mina, the same argument she made every time she dragged you and Momo to one of these things. Sometimes you managed to let your guard down enough to enjoy it, sometimes not.

“It’s also more fun with someone else.”

Izuku was looking at you hopefully, and that just made his eyes even wider, such a dark forest green in the dim light of the club. You could feel yourself being pulled to him, like a string between you growing taut when Momo put a hand on your arm. “I’ll hold your drink and just come back when you want it, okay?”

Momo was giving you an intent gaze and you knew she was offering you an out. Try dancing with the boy and, if it wasn’t turning out well, say that you needed to go back to your friend. Easy.

“Okay,” you said, taking one more sip before handing your drink off to her. Then you extended you hand toward Izuku, who took it with his broadest smile yet, and led you into the mosh pit.

There was no sign of Mina or Tooru anywhere, haven fallen invisible in the throng of people. So it was just you and Izuku and a hundred strangers, all feeling the music sync with their heartbeats and then their hips, sending them moving.

You started facing each other, your hips moving from side to side, the rhythm slowly moving up so that your shoulders were shimmying, head bobbing. Izuku grinned, bopping along excitedly. He wasn’t a smooth dancer, not cool or rhythmic, but he didn’t seem to care. He put his hands lightly on your hips, encouraging you to move a little more. Asking you to let go.

You let your hips follow his touch and laughed when he rocked you from side to side, totally out of line with anything that might be sensual or suggestive. It was silly and you realized that maybe you’d been putting too much pressure to look a certain way, to be a certain kind of person. Music was for everyone, dancing was for everyone. Izuku seemed to know that already.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, giving yourself into the joy as the two of you rocked, free of expectation or anyone else’s experience. Before you knew it, the music had changed, the next song slightly slower, and your motions smoothed out to match. Izuku slid one of his hands back into yours and raised it over your head, initiating a turn. You went along and the next thing you knew, your back was pressed against his muscular chest, hips moving in tandem.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Mhmm.”

You could feel all corners of him pressed against you and you couldn’t help but push back into him. His chest was broader than it seemed, and you could feel the crease of his pecs, of his abs. His hands were on your hips, strong arms brushing your sides. You brought one hand up to touch his bare bicep, feeling how hard it was even unflexed.

Suddenly, you could feel Izuku’s breath on your jaw, the flutter of his lips brushing against the sensitive skin. You tilted your head, exposing the long column of your neck to him. He took that as invitation enough and pressed a kiss to it. He kissed up to your jawline and just behind your ear. He gave the lightest of sucks before you pulled away and offered him your mouth.

He took it eagerly, your lips moving at the same pace as your gyrating hips. You lost yourself in the feeling, the anonymity of kissing, hidden in a crowd of people. The rhythmic dance of your hips lulling you into a kind of easy complacency as you felt Izuku’s hand on the back of your neck, keeping your lips against his. The other one crept forward on your thigh, awfully close to your center, to the hem of your too-short skirt. He never breached either line, though. Just kept his hand there, suggesting where it could go.

“Come home with me,” you whispered when you separated for breath.

“What?” Izuku asked, face flushed, voice just carrying over the music.

You twisted back around so that you were face to face so that you could press your lips right up against his ear. “Come home with me, Izuku.”

You called for a car and sent Momo a text saying that you were going home. You hoped that Momo, Mina, and Tooru wouldn’t want to come back to your shared home anytime soon—Momo was smart enough to figure that out herself.

Twenty minutes later and you were home, you were horny, and you had someone willing and able to solve that.

“You’re not drunk, are you?” Izuku asked while you unlocked the door and ushered him in, kicking off your shoes as quickly as you could.

“Half a drink,” you said quickly. “You?”

“None.”

“Perfect,” you said, and you wrapped your arms around him once again, pulling him in for a kiss.

Izuku did you one better, grabbing hold of your thighs and picking you up like you weighed nothing. Your dress rose up over your hips and your center fell right against his crotch, grinding into it.

You were ready to give directions to your room, but Izuku didn’t carry you further than the living room before slamming your back against a wall and pressing his hips into yours. You gasped at the impact, but it was nothing painful—just surprising. Izuku dug his fingers into your thighs and said, “You seemed awfully eager for this. Desperate enough to handle a little roughness, princess? Or did you think this was gonna be easy?”

The epithet of princess send your heart plunging to your core, heat spreading throughout you. His voice was low, much lower than it had been at the club and your thighs clenched around him. “I thought…maybe…”

He’d been so sweet at the club, shy almost. You tasted his tongue on yours and he hadn’t been lying—no alcohol. The only taste passing between the two of you was the tang from your whiskey ginger. But now his grip on you and the low growl in his voice was telling you another story.

“Do you wanna be rough or do you wanna be a little princess? Or maybe both?”

“Both,” you keened desperately, breathlessly.

“I shoulda known, you grinding down on my cock like that,” he said, nibbling your exposed neck. “Can’t wait for me to fuck you, can you?”

He pulled back so you slid an inch down the wall, but his grip was tight enough to keep you from falling any further. Then his hips slammed back into yours, as though you were fucking already.

“Shit,” you whispered as he bit down on your collarbone.

“If you’re good, I’ll give you what you want,” he said. “If you’re not, it’s going to be a very long night.”

That half threat was almost enough to trigger your backtalk, see exactly what he had in mind to turn this night into a long one. But, by the same coin, you wanted to see what he had planned already.

“I’m good,” you whimpered.

“You are?” Izuku asked. “Prove it.”

He pressed his chest into yours, and you felt your breasts flatten against his pecs, your ribs trapped from a deep breath by his thick forearms.

“Strip and suck my cock.”

You unwrapped your legs from his waist and he released you to the ground. Your dress was stretchy and off in an instant, thrown to the floor, panties soon to follow. Then you were on your knees undoing his dark jeans and pulling out his long, plump cock.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, stroking your hair.

Preening at the praise, you wrapped your lips around your teeth, and swallowed him as far as you could go in one go. You wanted to be a good girl, after all.

“Shit,” Izuku said, keeping a light grip on the back of your head, but letting you do what you want, setting your own pace. You wasted no time with playful licks and kisses, immediately bobbing your head up and down and stroking the rest with your hand.

The noises that Izuku made, little huffs and whines, were cute, showing glimpses of the shy boy who had approached you at the club. He took off his shirt and you could see his abs in all their glory, even better than you’d imagined. As you sucked him off, you brought a hand up to the ridges of his lower abs and rubbed lightly, enjoying the hard muscle. After a trip down to his balls, sucking one into his mouth and you kept up your firm strokes, Izuku pulled you off, breathing heavily.

“That’s good. You’ve proven that you’re a good girl, princess.”

“I did?” you asked shyly, giving his cock a long lick just to make sure.

“Yes,” Izuku shuddered. “Stand against the wall.”

“Here?” you asked.

There were windows all over your living room, giving a clear view to the street and, more importantly, from the street into your apartment. More than that, there was no telling when your housemates would get home and, even if they knew you’d brought a boy home, they’d hardly expect him to be fucking you in the living room.

“Was I unclear, princess?”

“No,” you said, and you went to stand facing the wall. Izuku came up behind you and knocked your legs further apart, and then reached in front of you, rubbing two fingers from your slit up to your clit in a couple firm strokes. You gasped, your head falling forward, but before you could get used to the rough touch, he was gone.

“Where do you keep your condoms?” he asked casually.

“In my nightstand,” you said, moving to stand straight. He pushed your hands back against the wall, warning you not to move.

“Which room is yours?”

“The far one on the left,” you said, only turning your head to look over your shoulder.

“Good,” he said. “Don’t move.”

Then he was gone, leaving you naked, legs spread in your living room. You could feel how drenched you were—Izuku had taken a whole globule of your wetness and spread it all over your pussy. Now, standing spread, you could feel the cold air from the room on you when all you wanted was heat.

Izuku took his time in coming back, slow footfalls making their way back to the living room. You saw a box of condoms drop on the couch next to you and heard the telltale sound of one of the packages being ripped open. The next thing you knew, Izuku’s hands were on your hips, just like at the club, only now his cock was free, sliding in the slick of your pussy.

You gasped, pushing harder against the wall and thrusting your ass back toward Izuku. “Please,” you whimpered.

“Oh, you don’t have to ask,” Izuku said casually. “I know exactly what your slutty pussy wants. I can feel it dripping all over my cock. And you’ve been very good, princess, but that doesn’t mean that you’re in charge. Understand?”

“Yes, Izuku.”

You were pushed forward by the sudden force of a slap against your ass, then Izuku’s chest pressing firmly back into yours, his teeth by your ear. “Yes, who?”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

“That’s better.”

He went back to thrusting, one of his hands snaking around your front, through your curls to spread your lips. Your puffy clit was exposed to the air and Izuku’s fingers spreading the skin provided just the slightest bit of pressure, but not nearly enough. You whined, bending more into him, aching for more contact than the occasional brush of his cock skating across your clit. But you wanted to be a good girl too.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Izuku said, his thrusts coming to a stop as the head of his cock butterflied your opening. “You’ve been very patient. Are you ready for your reward?”

“Yes, sir,” you breathed.

You groaned in relief as he split you open, sinking into you just as he pulled his fingers in a hard, slow stroke up your clit.

“You like that, princess?” Izuku asked, making his thrusts slow and deep, his finger’s strokes on your clit languid and intentional.

“Yes,” you moaned, rocking your weight back onto your heels as you met Izuku’s every plunge.

“You feel so good,” Izuku said, his voice becoming softer and more breathy as he got lost in the feel of you. His right hand began spinning circles on your clit, the left wrapped around your middle, fingertips rubbing almost tenderly along your side.

You could only pant, leaning your head back on his shoulder as Izuku’s thrusts sped up, your climax rising within you. “Fuck,” you murmured as his left hand fell to your hip, changing the angle so that he was now pounding your g-spot with every go. He continued like that for a minute, each hit bringing you higher and higher until he suddenly stopped.

“What?” you asked, and the next thing you knew, you were being pushed to the arm of your couch, a hand to the small of your back pressing your spine parallel to the floor, and—before you knew what was happening—he was back in you, going full speed.

You gasped, your head falling down, nipples rubbing against the fabric of the couch as your tits were sent swinging. That sensation caught you, sending fresh sparks through you.

“Are you close, Princess?” Izuku breathed, his quick thrusts breaking his voice.

“Yes, sir.”

“Touch yourself, then.”

You followed his instruction immediately, snaking your hand down to your clit and rubbing it with your practiced touch. The feeling of your cold fingers against your scorching clit, Izuku’s hot cock railing in and out of you, and the occasional spark of your nipples rubbing against the couch had you on the edge of your peak in no time.

“You gonna cum, baby? You gonna cum on my cock?”

“Yes,” you whispered, the heat in your stomach burning, almost unbearable as you reached your cusp.

“I’m close too, Y/N,” Izuku whispered. “God, you’re so perfect.”

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto your shoulder just as you shattered around him, keening as you rubbed yourself through your orgasm.

“Fuck,” he said, and you felt his thrusts become jagged, barely leaving you every time before plunging balls deep back into you. He shuddered and, before long, he finished too, taking slow, easy thrusts in and out of you before falling fully on your back, wrapping his arms around your middle.

He stayed there for just a moment before pulling out, taking off his condom and knotting it. You’d collapsed onto the arm of your sofa, face falling down the side as you tried to get your breath back under you, the feeling back into your legs.

“Was that too much?” Izuku asked, his voice soft and gentle again as he came in front of you, gently putting his fingers under your chin to bring your face back to him.

“No, that was amazing,” you said.

Izuku smiled and brought your lips to his for a quick kiss. “I’m glad. Where do you keep your water glasses?”

“Cabinet above the sink.”

“Great.”

Izuku gave you another kiss, this time on the cheek, and then he was gone. You stayed still for a few more moments, your breath back in both hands, the heat seeping from your face slowly but steadily. You pressed yourself up, curling your spine like a cat to fight against the deep sway you’d had against the couch and the wall and gave a little shimmy to work out the kinks. You took a quick trip to the bathroom, then you went around and scooped up all the pieces of clothing that had been thrown hither and yon and carted them back to your room. You’d just flipped on the light switch and dropped them in a pile on the floor when Izuku came back with a glass of water and a wash cloth.

“You got up,” he said.

“I just didn’t want my roommates to get home to find me fucked out against the couch,” you said with a smile, taking the glass he handed to you. “We have house rules.”

“That’s fair,” Izuku said as you took a glug of water. “Lie back on the bed.”

His voice was far less demanding than before, but you went along anyway. You set the water glass on the nightstand and then lay down, allowing Izuku to spread your legs. Some of the old heat returned to your face and you looked away from him as he took the washcloth to your center.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” he said.

“It’s just different,” you squeaked. “After we’re done…In the full light and you’re just down there looking at me.”

“It’s only for a moment longer,” Izuku said as he cleaned you. True to his word, he took the washcloth away after a moment, pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, and said, “You’re beautiful.”

The washcloth was added to the stack of clothes on the floor, and then Izuku was back in front of you, running his fingers lightly along the outside of your thigh.

“Thanks for tonight,” he said softly.

You sat up, putting a hand on his arm. “Stay.”

“Can I?”

His eyes were wide and innocent, like he hadn’t just fucked you raw in plain sight of the neighbors. Like he hadn’t spanked you and called you princess.

“Of course,” you said.

“I’m glad.” He smiled. “Cuddling is kind of my favorite part.”

“Is it, now?”

“I’ll prove it,” Izuku said, flipping off the light and climbing into bed behind you as you settled in. Then he had you wrapped tight in his arms, pulled flush against his chest. He let out a deep, satisfied sigh into your neck and said, “It’s just the best.”

“It kind of is,” you said, snuggling back against him.

There were a few more murmurs shared between you two but, slowly, the words fell loose, eyes falling closed. Your breathing evened out, and then there was nothing but Izuku’s arms and breath around yours.

“There’s a box of condoms on the couch!” you heard Mina screech a couple hours later, jolting you out of your deep sleep. You felt Izuku’s arms tighten protectively around you as he too let out a sharp intake of breath. “Our girl fucked!”

“Ooh, what a surprise!” Tooru cheered.

“Out here?” you heard Momo groan, her voice much more tired than Mina’s or Tooru’s.

“Dammit,” you whispered, and Izuku giggled behind you.

“That was my fault, I’m sorry.”

“Shh, just go back to sleep,” you said. “If we wake up early, we can sneak you out before any of them are up.”

“So long as I get to see you again,” Izuku murmured, nuzzling back into your shoulder.

Your chest warmed and you pulled Izuku’s arms closer against you, gripping them tightly before your hold fell lax in sleep. Tooru was right—you’d gotten the surprise you’d wanted.

“Definitely.”

#ask ana #deku smut #izuku midoriya smut #not/sfw #mha smut #bnha smut

[choperfect]

Rumor

Sirius took the cigarette to his mouth slowly, enjoying the invading taste, he settled into the stands of the Quidditch pitch trying to organize his thoughts as he waited for the team to practice. 

Deep down I knew that Regulus was right, he was the worst older brother that existed, what kind of brother was he who ran away from home so as not to be tortured daily for not agreeing with the family, but left the other there? Even more so to suffer the consequences for having helped him escape. 

The brunet's stomach turned at that thought, whenever his parents threatened to hex the youngest of the Black, Sirius would step forward, most of the time he was tortured for it. 

At first he tried to fool himself with the thought that Regulus wouldn't go anyway, but there was a little voice in the back of his mind that said that was a lie, that if he insisted his brother would accompany him on his escape. All these thoughts were pushed aside by a blonde and a redhead who sat next to her, Lily seemed oblivious to everything with her face buried in a book, because she was probably dragged against her will by her best friend to watch training, Marlene she glanced at him before swiping the cigarette from between her fingers and bringing it to her mouth. 

Sirius let out a growl. 

-A galleon for your thoughts - She said smiling, ignoring the growls coming from the boy.

-Nothing relevant - He replied trying to get the cigarette back and failing.

McKinnon raised his eyebrows and looked him up and down. 

-Let me guess… Did you fight with Black Junior? 

The boy was still surprised by how much they knew each other, she was the second person who knew him best - the first was James - he could read each other easily. 

-Exactly - Sirius muttered. 

As much as he pretended he didn't care, so much so that most thought they hated each other, he cared, way too much, and those fights hurt him. Marlene was the “I hate everybody” type of person but when someone needed it, she was the first to come and help. 

The arrival of the team - Remus and Peter too, the former was probably forced to be there by James - made the matter drop, Sirius and Marlene accompanied the rest of the team to the locker room. 

After everyone was properly dressed, James was super excited and started a monologue with new techniques, ignoring the sleeping people they would pay later in training. 

The gryffindor team was the only one with more girls than boys, Sirius noticed as they walked back to the field.

Practice went normally, except for the episode where James took Sirius' bat to throw a Bludger at a student who was in the stands trying to hit Lily, who was so focused on her book that she didn't even notice. 

In the boys' dorm there was a small fight between Padfoot and Prongs to see who would shower first, which Sirius won. 

The shower didn't take as long as he would have liked, as James kept banging on the door and mumbling complaints, but at least he had managed to put away any and all thoughts involving the Black family. He came out of the bathroom, still shirtless and finishing drying his hair, and plopped down on his bed. 

While waiting for Potter to go down to dinner, Sirius took the Marauder's map to analyze, Remus went to study and Peter to eat. It wasn't long before the entire school was having dinner. 

Sirius sat across from Peter who ate as if he had been hungry for years, dinner was full of jokes from Prongs and Padfoot, making Moony roll his eyes at most of them and laugh quietly, unlike Peter, who laughed exaggeratedly loudly. 

After dinner everyone stayed in the common room, some doing homework, others just resting, Black didn't do anything exactly, he was sprawled on one of the sofas looking at the ceiling, and from time to time the friends who studied exchanged a few words, it was like that until the Quidditch team captain called the team to send everyone to bed, because it was already past 11 pm and the next day it would be the game against Ravenclaw.

Everyone quickly went upstairs to their dorms, James was the last, to check if they had really gone to sleep. The typical fight to see who would use the bathroom first was won by Frank, the others were lying in their own beds waiting for him to leave, to once again fight to see who would enter the bathroom. 

-You were weird today - Potter said suddenly drawing everyone's attention 

-Who? - Remus asked without taking his eyes off his book 

-Padfoot - he replied with a shrug 

-Me? 

-No, my grandmother, of course you are you idiot 

-I wasn't nervous 

-Yes you was - Frank said leaving the bathroom 

-And why were you like this? - Peter asked 

It was clear that she trusted her friends, but she didn't really want to talk about it, so she answered the first thing that came to her mind. 

-McKinnon 

Bad idea. 

James frowned at him - he considered Marlene as a sister - Frank, Remus and Peter looked shocked, after all he and Lene were best friends. 

-Which? - Sirius asked in the soundest voice he could. 

-You… - Remus started but was interrupted

 -If you hurt her I swear I forget you're my brother - James threatened him before entering the bathroom

The conversation changed course from there. 

Padfoot was the last to use the dorm bathroom to clean up, before settling into his bed, he had a little trouble sleeping with Wormtail's particularly loud snores.

The morning came faster than he wanted, Black woke up with Frank almost knocking him out of bed trying to wake him up. He packed up quickly and went down to the main hall, even though he didn't have breakfast on game days, he'd rather see the others eating than wandering around the castle, because he sure as hell couldn't sit still. 

The game was pretty close until James got the snitch. 

Before going to the party in the common, Sirius hinted to his friends that he would meet a random girl and stayed in the dressing room, saying that he would go to the party afterwards. 

Ten minutes later two small hands on his shoulder, and soon the person began to distribute kisses along his neck, making his body shiver, whoever was behind him realized, because he smiled against his neck and whispered in his ear. 

- Rumor has it I make you nervous - Gave a little giggle - I think I'll believe them 

-That open mouth - Sirius grumbled as he pulled Marlene onto his lap. 

Most of the time Prongs let things slip by accident, and most of the time it resulted in a person using something to blackmail you into doing what they wanted.

-Maybe we should tell our friends, they wouldn't try to throw you to me anymore 

-I don't see a problem with them throwing me at you - Sirius said, pushing back McKinnon's hair and nibbling on her ear. 

They'd wanted to tell their friends about that secret dating from time to time, but that meant the whole of Hogwarts would know about it, and the two of them being the biggest catchers in the school a lot of people would try to destroy the relationship - not that they were going to succeed, but it would be unbearable.

For now it was better to leave it as it was, while friends blurted out things they said about each other unintentionally or unintentionally.

#marauders #sirius black #blackinnon #blackinnonweek2021 #marlene mckinnon #sirius x marlene

[lovingrosewho]

Fake Dating (pt. 5)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

It’s finally here! The last part of this mini-series! The longest part as well! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, thanks to everyone who reads, who comments, who asks to be tagged, you really can’t even imagine how much it means to me, the whole 6.7k total words of this fic are already worth it just because of you! Any feedback is highly welcomed :-) Did you like it? Would you have preferred for it to be just 2-3 longer chapters? Were the characters ok? Any thoughts you have in mind 🥰 Prompts “Enjoying the view?” and “I can’t believe you are actually wearing my clothes” taken from this post by @sinnabonka 💕

MULTICHAPTER

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Rating: T. Fluff

Word count: 2k

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester need your help with a case, which involves pretending to date the King of Hell.

Warnings: none

Sam’s look is pure confusion, whereas Dean’s...

“What the hell?!” he exclaims. You can tell the only thing stopping him from punching Crowley is that the shock of the image before him has glued his feet to the floor.

“Now we’re in trouble” Crowley jokes lowly. You sigh and roll your eyes in boredom, standing up from the couch and walking over to Sam who is holding your coat with one hand and a gun on the other.

“Thank you” you say more politely than usual so they can note the irony “I thought I’d might die of hypothermia”.

Dean is still staring at Crowley, the engines inside his head must be running a thousand miles per hour deciding if to beat the crap out of him or thank him for keeping you alive. Crowley walks to you, noting Dean’s look and frankly, not caring, lifting your face up in his hands.

“I’ll be seeing you around, kitten” he mutters before vanishing in front of you, leaving you to deal with the family drama. You turn around to see the Winchesters looking at you expectantly, waiting for an explanation you’re not willing to give them yet, so you walk past them and towards the car.

The ride is tense, you’re in utter quiet, back on the passengers seat. You can see how Dean holds the wheel angrily, he won’t even let Sam put any music, even though the younger brother is just looking for the right words to say.

“I can’t believe it” Dean finally speaks, after a long-ass half hour of silence, and you snap.

“Oh so now you can’t believe it? This was your idea!” you reclaim yelling.

“Guys...” Sam interrupts taking a deep breath but none of you listen to him.

“Oh well excuse me for making you make out with the freaking King of Hell!” Dean yells as well, ignoring Sam.

The whole ride goes like that, screaming and recriminating at each other, Sam puts his earbuds on, massaging his temples with his fingers as well, praying to God you get to the bunker quickly so everyone can take some time off before discussing the whole Crowley and you matter.

After about fifteen minutes, you do exactly that, arriving to the bunker, throwing your heels on the War Room, not caring about breaking something, storming into your bedroom next, slamming the door with a bang. Dean’s about to go after you but Sam stops him, so he only turns up the warding as far as it can go.

You spend hours tossing and turning in bed, just to get up, walk in circles like a caged lion, and back to bed.

At about 4am or so, you can’t stand the feeling anymore and get out of your room on your tiptoes, listening to Sam and Dean snore through their doors, you take it as a cue to sneak out of the bunker as quietly as possible. When you’re on the outside highway, you call Crowley.

He appears in front of you not two rings into the call, with his hands inside his pockets and an intrigued look.

“So?” he asks heading your way slowly “How did the dynamic duo take it?”

“Not good” you confirm shrugging, extending your arms to hug him. He embraces you firmly, breathing in your scent.

“I’m sorry I left like that, but you understand, the hardy boys over there would have killed me had I stayed any longer. I tried to come into your bedroom but for some reason I couldn’t” he tells you and you nod.

“Yeah no, it would’ve been worse handling all that stuff with you there. And yes they... Dean turned up the warding” you explain.

“Of course” he says in a tired way, not letting you go.

“I’ll turn it down, they’re already asleep” you say, separating from him and taking his hand instead, conducting him to the door of the bunker, but to your very shabby surprise, Sam and Dean are waiting for you inside, Dean’s arms crossed across his chest and Sam’s mouth in a grimace, giving you an apologetic look.

“Dean, I don’t have time for this” you say going towards the warding. Crowley’s semblance appears calm and even a bit amused, but you can feel his hand slightly tensed in yours.

“Me neither, sweetheart. It’s late, we’re tired, and oh, I already lowered the warding” he says mockingly. You turn to him again, exasperated.

“Alright, (Y/N), we just want to understand,” Sam says, stopping another loud argument from happening “what the hell?”

You sigh, about to recite hour to hour what happened, but Crowley lets go of your hand swiftly and moves it to your shoulder, speaking up.

“It wasn’t her fault” he says, looking at both the Winchesters one at a time “If you’re about to scold anyone, Dean, it’s me, not her”.

“Damn right I am” Dean says, taking a few steps forward intimidatingly, but Sam, as the true moderator he is, raises one hand in annoyance as a heads up for Dean to stay where he is.

“Okay, then, Crowley, man, what the hell?” Sam asks, genuinely bewildered “We leave her with you for a few hours and-and, you’re kissing her?”

You can tell by Crowley’s look and stand, he’s doing his absolute best not to retort with some, witty-out of the place, comment. Since you’re still on top of the stairs, he snaps you both down to be leveled with the Winchesters.

“I like him” you say before Crowley’s even able to respond himself “I love him”.

Now the three men are looking at you like you’ve lost your mind.

“And I love her too” Crowley admits as well, still looking at you taken aback by your words.

“But you’re a demon” a stunned Sam interrupts the scene “Can you even love?”

“Yes, Moose” Crowley rolls his eyes “Apparently, since you two morons dosed me with human blood till derogation, my whole demon-system has... gone soft. As you very eloquently put it”.

You chuckle slightly, knowing that’s just partially true, even before they sedated him with that, he was already very fond of you.

Dean hasn’t said a word nor moved while Sam has been doing all the talking, but suddenly, he walks towards you and encircles you in a hug, kissing the top of your head.

“Dean?” you call unsure about this unexpected behavior.

“I know you know what you’re doing kiddo” he says almost inaudibly “I just... worry too damn much about you, but you can take better care of yourself than either Sam or me can”.

You feel a single tear rolling down your cheeks and landing on Dean’s shoulder. He separates to look at you, his grip on your forearms, a persistent form of protection and reassurance.

“Is this really what you want?” he asks carefully “Cause if it is... I mean I hate it. But I understand, I won’t get on your way. As long as he doesn’t hurt you. ‘Cause if he does...”

“You’ll smite me till beyond hell itself? Yes, Squirrel, we’ve heard that one before” Crowley interrupts him. Dean’s grip tenses on you, but he takes a deep breath, likely counts till ten, and looks affirmatively at Crowley “Good. Now that we could work this out like the highly functioning enemies we are, may I have (Y/N) back?”

“This is what I want” you say to Dean “It’s my decision”.

Dean nods, resigned, hugs you one last time and lets you go to Crowley’s side, holding his hand.

“Take care” Sam tells you waving his hand in the air. Dean is obsessively biting the nail of his thumb, probably regretting the choice of letting you go off with him, but it’s too late, Crowley vanishes the two of you and in a fraction of a second, you’re standing in his chambers in hell.

“That went... awfully pleasant” Crowley declares with both his eyebrows arched, just before he pulls you to him, still holding your hand and grabbing the one that was missing, putting carefully aside a lock of hair and placing it behind your ear as he looks at you in the eyes.

“Mmmh” you hum in response, throwing your arms on top of his shoulders and encircling them behind his neck, swiftly rocking you both right and left “Dean’s probably already regretting his decision”.

Crowley chuckles and nods in agreement until you yawn.

“Oh, kitten, I forgot” he says separating slightly from you, holding your face in his hands “You haven’t slept in... almost 24 hours”.

You yawn again just when yoo were about to retort.

“Say no more” Crowley says with a grin, clicking his fingers, dressing you both in satined pajamas. You laugh loudly.

“Of course you would sleep in satin” you mock giving him a playful look, taking his hand again, making him follow you to the bed, decorated with black gold and red velvet details.

“If you think you’re making me sleep with those, frankly horrific, band t-shirts you wear, well darling, you’re out of your mind” he affirms, making you laugh.

“What scares me the most is you noticing exactly what I sleep in” you tease getting under the covers, making room for Crowley to get in next to you. He rolls his eyes at your statement.

“You’re not exactly the dress-up type, darling” he teases equally, following your lead and getting under the covers with you, turning to his side to face you “I’ve seen you several times walking around in the bunker in those same t-shirts, a pair of pajama shorts and flip-flops. Which, by the way, you’re never making me wear either. Ever”.

“Yet” you giggle “They’re comfortable. And admit it, I look good on them”.

Crowley hums, extending an arm across your waist, drawing you closer to him.

“Do demons even sleep?” you ask when you feel drowsiness tugging at your eyelids, adjusting your head in Crowley’s chest, letting him cuddle you.

“We don’t, but we can if we want, for a few hours” he assures you “You sleep well, kitten, I’m not going anywhere”.

You nod sheepishly and begin to drift in the soft surge of your sleep.

When you wake up the next morning, almost afternoon, you find Crowley right beside you, still heavy on sleep, gentle breaths coming out of him as his chest moves lightly up and down.

You get up quietly, tip-toeing to his wardrobe on the other side of the room, losing the top part of the satin pajama and picking one of his suit shirts instead, putting it on, fastening only the three buttons of the center. After a few minutes, Crowley wakes up.

“Enjoying the view?” you ask brightly, turning your head towards him for a moment, watching him shift slightly up to a position where his arm is bent and his head is resting on his hand.

“What are you doing there, kitten?” he questions softly, his voice still husky with sleep “Come back to bed”.

You turn around fully this time and he seems to be more awaken suddenly.

“Everything all right?” you interrogate.

“Yes-very much so. It’s just... I can’t believe you are actually wearing my clothes” he exclaims, the corners of his mouth slightly lift “I don’t expect you to know how much that shirt cost”.

You grin widely, walking to the bed slowly, throwing yourself to it afterwards, not taking your eyes off of him.

“No. Does it matter?” you ask again, tone still teasing. He shakes his head.

“Not at all. It’s yours” he states, rolling on top of you, placing his hands at your sides, lowering to kiss you deep and passionate.

“You know I’m eventually gonna need to get up and get back to hunting, right?” you mumble, running your fingers through his beard and lips.

“As much as it pains me, yes. That’s why I’m intending to keep you here for as long as I can” he says, nuzzling his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent.

“I could do with that” you tell him happily, entangling your legs behind his hips and your arms in his neck, kissing him once again. Swaying, tender lips across his.

The End

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST: @enby-thesbian @agent-smulder

#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #crowley #crowley supernatural #crowley x reader #crowley x reader fic #crowley x reader fanfiction #crowley fic #crowley fanfiction #crowley fanfic #crowley spn #crowley x y/n #crowley x you #crowley masterlist

[bellafarallones2]

a/n: i just think the “aliens need to breed with humans because reasons” trope is underused in this fandom

The receptionist sent Joseph into a private room to wait for his appointment, so he had plenty of time to look around at the place where an alien would be fucking him. It looked like a combination of a hotel room and a gynecologist’s office, with a neatly-made king-sized bed and a reclining chair with stirrups. Joseph sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed.

A knock at the door. “Come in!” Joseph called, hating the nervousness in his voice.

The first thing he noticed about the alien who came in was how large he was, eight feet tall at least. The second thing Joseph noticed was that he had wings, and four arms, the lower pair of hands politely clasped, the upper holding a clipboard and pencil. His eyes were round and red and featureless. His mandibles touched for a moment before he spoke, and Joseph found himself staring.

“Hello,” the alien said. “My name is Indrid, and I am here to prepare you for insemination and observe the process.”

“Hello,” said Joseph.

Indrid looked down at his clipboard. “You are Mr. Joseph Stern, correct? Just to make sure I’m in the right room.”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Alright. In that case, Mr. Stern, I just have a few questions for you before I begin the physical examination.”

“Ask away.” Joseph couldn’t tell where Indrid was looking, whether up at him or down at the clipboard, and the effect was a little unsettling.

“You have volunteered, of your own free will, under no coercion, to be personally inseminated by an anonymous donor.”

Well, when you put it that way. “Uh, yeah.”

“I’ll need a yes or no, please.”

“Yes. I did volunteer.”

“Charitable of you,” Indrid murmured as he made a mark on the clipboard.

“The pay isn’t half-bad either,” said Joseph, trying for a joke and not quite landing it.

“You marked down you prefer vaginal penetration. Is that correct?”

Oh, god, Indrid was looking at the form he’d filled out to volunteer? The form where he listed his sexual history (minimal), fantasies and inhibitions? “Yes, that’s correct.”

“What is the capacity of your vaginal cavity?��

“What?”

“Sylph copulatory organs are larger than their human counterparts.”

“Oh, well, I’m a bit of a size queen, so I’m sure that won’t be a problem.” He’d also done his fair share of Googling.

“What does that mean? I’ve never heard that phrase before, size queen.”

“It means. Uh. It means I like big things inside me.”

“Oh. Well, that’s convenient, I suppose, though numbers would be more helpful.”

“The largest dildo I have is… seven inches long?”

Indrid wrote that down. “And in diameter?”

“An inch and a half.”

“Should work out nicely.”

Joseph felt slightly light-headed. “Will… will the person I’ve been assigned look like you?”

“No, of course not, he’s much more human-looking,” said Indrid without lifting his gaze from the clipboard. “My kind lays eggs, actually,” he added in a more joking tone.

Joseph whimpered. Indrid’s head snapped up. “Do you think he’ll… like me?” It was an embarrassing question to ask, but would hopefully distract from the even more embarrassing fact of how exactly Joseph felt about the prospect of eggs.

“I’m sure he will. Do you have any more questions before we continue?”

“No.”

“Alright. Feel free to stop me at any point if you become uncomfortable. Would you mind undressing for me?” Indrid turned his back and opened a cabinet.

Joseph unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, then his pants, and neatly folded both. Indrid turned back to the room and gestured to the gynecological chair, and Joseph sat down. “Feet in the stirrups, if you please.”

Joseph watched with some interest as Indrid affixed electrodes to his chest, entirely professional, and a heart-rate monitor to his finger. Then he sat down on a stool between Joseph’s spread legs and the clipboard on his lap. Joseph closed his eyes, waiting for Indrid to keep touching him, and heard the scratching of a pencil.

Oh. Indrid was drawing him, with his head between his legs, so close Joseph could almost feel his breath. Joseph couldn’t see the heart monitor from where he was, but he could hear it, beep beep beepbeepbeep as his heartbeat quickened.

“You’re already rather aroused,” Indrid commented absently.

“No I’m not,” Joseph said, although he was sure he was already wet enough for Indrid to see.

He looked up, not at Joseph’s face, but at the heart rate monitor over his shoulder. “My equipment tells me otherwise.”

Joseph couldn’t argue with that. Eventually Indrid put the clipboard aside and picked up an electronic probe, that looked something like a micropipette. “I need to put this inside you. It’ll test your fertility and make sure you’re not allergic to any Sylph proteins.”

“Alright,” said Joseph. The probe slid in easily.

“Such a good, accommodating human,” Indrid murmured. He kept the probe in for a few seconds, though to Joseph it felt like more, and pulled it out when it beeped. “It looks like you’re all set. Are you ready for your assigned partner?” Indrid asked, leaning over the chair to remove all the electrodes and the heart monitor.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“It’s perfectly fine to change your mind at any point.”

Indrid wasn’t going to let him pretend he didn’t want this. “No, I’m ready.”

“Alright.” Indrid crossed the room and opened the door he himself had come through. “Barclay? He’s ready for you.”

The person who walked in, indeed, did not look like Indrid. Just far enough from human to remind Joseph exactly what he’d signed up for, Barclay looked like an ape, with auburn fur and a face just to the left of human, and he was nicely dressed, in a white button-down and slacks.

“Joseph, this is Barclay,” said Indrid. “Barclay, Joseph. He’s quite wet already, I think he’s been looking forward to this.”

“Nice to meet you!” Barclay stuck his hand out for a handshake. Joseph scrambled to get down from the chair and shake his hand.

“Uh, nice to meet you too!”

“I’m required to stay and watch, just to make sure everything goes alright, but you can just pretend I’m not here,” Indrid said.

Joseph nodded. “Bed?”

“Sounds good to me.” Barclay started unbuttoning his shirt - god, his chest was broad - and then took off his pants - god, that ass - then turned back to Joseph, who tried very hard to keep his gaze up and not on, as Indrid had put it, the copulatory organ. “Can I kiss you?” Barclay said.

Joseph nodded. And then Barclay was cupping his cheeks and kissing him. Joseph forgot where he was, forgot what was happening, his whole world was just Barclay’s hands on him and Barclay’s honey-brown eyes. “You have gorgeous eyes,” he said when Barclay pulled back a few inches.

Barclay laughed. “You’re cute.”

“Do you do this a lot?”

Barclay nodded. “You already seem more eager than most.” He bent his head coyly and kissed Joseph’s neck. “Let me be good for you?”

That made Joseph whimper. “Please fuck me.”

“It’s what I’m here for.”

Joseph lay back on the bed, pulling Barclay down with him. There was so much of him, solid and muscular underneath the soft fur. Barclay kissed him again, quickly, and pulled away, and Joseph closed his eyes, expecting a cockhead to press against his folds but letting out an involuntary squeak when he felt a tongue instead.

“Sorry,” said Barclay. His arm was wrapped around Joseph’s thigh. “Not that?”

“No, no, that was good, I just wasn’t expecting it. Please.” Joseph tugged on Barclay’s hair. He had a vague feeling he shouldn’t be begging, that this was supposed to be something professional and detached.

“Tell me what you want,” Barclay asked.

“I- I don’t know.”

A moment of silence before Indrid cut in. Joseph had almost forgotten he was in the room. “If I may offer a suggestion.”

“Sure.”

“He responds well to praise. Good boy, and all that.”

Just hearing Indrid say it so matter-of-factly was enough to make Joseph squirm. Barclay lowered his head and licked across his entrance. Then he turned his head to level his gaze at Indrid. “Voyeur.”

“Excuse me,” said Indrid primly. “I am being paid to be here.”

“Nice gig if you can get it,” Barclay muttered.

“Humans tend to regard me as a sexual nonentity,” Indrid replied. “Therefore my presence is not alarming.”

“Oh, be quiet, moth,” said Barclay, and turned his attention easily back to Joseph. “Fuck you’re so good for me,” he said, his whole lower face slick, “so wet, you feel amazing.”

Joseph tried to buck his hips up but Barclay was too strong, too heavy. “Please fuck me, if you keep doing that you’re going to make me cum, and I want -”

“You want me inside you, good boy?”

“Yes,” Joseph breathed. Barclay got up again and Joseph dared to look between his legs. Fuck, his cock was big. Joseph threw his head back and let himself groan as Barclay pushed in, unbearably slow and gentle. Looking up, he could see that Barclay’s teeth were gritted as he eased himself in and out. He was holding back.

“Fucking harder,” Joseph said, wrapping his legs fully around Barclay’s waist. “Fucking fuck me.”

Barclay buried his face in Joseph’s hair, and it took a little for Joseph to make out the words he was whining. “Want to be so good for you,” Barclay was saying. “Want to be the best mate, breed you right, want to -”

And Joseph realized the strangled moans he could hear were coming from him, that he, Joseph, was coming right now as Barclay’s dick split him apart.

The next thing he knew, Barclay must have finished too because he was pulling out and collapsing on the mattress next to him.

Panting, Joseph managed to turn his head. Indrid was still standing there, watching, though at some point he’d snapped the pencil he was holding.

Joseph’s voice was hoarse. “How soon can I volunteer again?”

#sternclay #indrid is there too #pwp

[reddie-fangirl24]

This was difficult cause WOW amazing film choices, I’d love any of the losers in the beginning scene of Cabin in the Woods? Like when they’re getting ready to leave, probably Richie as Marty the stoner and Eddie as Dana who doesn’t realize he’s having a full conversation without pants on, Beverly as Jules who just dyed her hair blonde, Ben as Curt who has to point out the pants, & Mike as Holden the hot new guy in the group?

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR COMMISSION!

I hope you enjoy the story!

This was going to be a great weekend! Eddie couldn’t remember the last time the Losers club hung out. Funny, it was strange how he didn’t remember who Ben was for a moment. Why weren’t they spending much time together ever since high school started? 

Putting that worry aside, Eddie was busy getting dressed, packing all the suitcases that he needed. He was so happy to meet at Ben’s house. If his mother found out where he was really going and who he’d be with then he’d spend the rest of the weekend locked in his room. Nothing new.

Something fell out from between the pages of one of his school textbooks. Shocked, grabbing it, Eddie looked at the drawing he made of his history teacher.  

“What a piece of shit,” a familiar girl’s voice gawked over his shoulder.

“I was in a hurry!” Eddie yelled, slamming the drawing back between the pages. He scrambled for his inhaler on the table and took a puff. His heart was already racing enough. Thank God, it was not Richie. Oh, if anybody found out about his affection for his teacher then they were going to believe he was some kind of psycho.

Beverly giggled. She missed this. It had been a while since she last met up with her best friends. Just like Eddie, she couldn’t make out Bill’s voice over the phone when he called to invite her. And she almost forgot about living in Derry before moving. 

“You know what I mean. Do you hate that teacher? I always draw out the teachers that I don’t like and stick them on the dartboard.”

Eddie groaned, his cheeks growing hot. “Um, no, you see, I drew it-” He paused when he took a look at his friend’s hair. She was no longer his ginger-haired friend. Beverly was his blonde friend! “Holy shit, your hair!”

“Very fabulous, no?” Beverly asked, showing off her short locks like a model.

“I can't believe you did it!” Eddie exclaimed.  

“But it’s nice, right?” Beverly asked, growing nervous. Even she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go through with the change. The other girls at school all had blonde hair. She was always an outsider among them. “Could you please say something because I’m starting to get insecure about it and - “

“Oh God, no, it's awesome,” Eddie relaxed her, touching Beverly’s shoulder. “It looks good, really. I never thought you’d change your hair.”

“It was an impulse,” Beverly shrugged, trying to get off the subject. “I woke up one morning and thought it would be a good idea. Besides, we all need a change now and then, right?”

“Bill will like it,” Eddie remarked. He knew that he had feelings for Beverly in the time when they hung out together. Bill could never stop staring at her when they were together.

Beverly snickered, “That is if he’ll notice. Ben will probably notice it before Bill,” she remarked. And then she pointed to the picture that Eddie was holding. “You should get rid of that.”

Eddie looked at the textbook in his hand. Wait, which did she mean? The drawing inside or the textbook itself. “Huh?” he tried to act dumb.

Shaking her head, and smiling again, Beverly walked over to him and pointed at his chest. “Right, Eddie Kaspbrak, Homewrecker. Please. Do you know who you are going to hook up with this weekend? A boy your age with thick glasses.

Again, Eddie’s cheeks flushed. How did she know these things? “God, that's the last thing... if you treat this like a set-up I'm gonna have no fun at all!”

Beverly set up one of Eddie’s suitcases on the bed. He had two which took up most of the floor in the room. Funnily enough, she only packed one. “I'm not pushing you to do anything. But we're not packing this!” she indicated to the textbook. 

“This means we definitely won't have room for this,” she said as she took out the drawing from Eddie and dropping it to the floor. As Eddie went after it, he heard a ‘tsk’ noise. When he looked back up, Beverly was holding two of his school textbooks. 

“Oh come on, what if I'm bored?” Eddie argued. “And my mom wants me to study!”

“‘Soviet Economic Structures’? ‘The Aftermath of the Cultural.’” She made a gagging face. “No! We have a lake! Kegl We are the Losers on the verge of wild -- Look at my hair, man!”

She did make a fair point. “It’s great...”

Just then Ben burst into the room with a football. Bill was right behind, crashing into the door as he slid into it. He was a clutz, that was for sure. Accompanying them was Stanley who was not happy about their antics. 

“Think fast! And a going Mike Hanlon who is in the outfield, or in this case, the streets!” Ben dramatized as if he were one of those football announcers. 

 “That's a letterman jacket he's wearing and yes, that's a football he's throwing right at the girls.” Bill included in the dramatization as he swiveled around Eddie’s luggage. 

He and Bill practically tore about the room, running around and knocking objects over. Beverly had no idea that they became interested in football. Especially Ben. Was he losing weight?

“Would you guys stop?” Eddie asked of them, almost jumping on his desk when Bill ran by him.

“Please, you are going to break something if you are not careful!” Stanley shouted, keeping a safe distance at the door. 

“Well, faster than that...” Bill commented, Stanley’s words going in one ear and out the other. 

“Ben!” Somebody called from out the window. Eddie glanced out the window to see Mike. It had been a long time since he saw him. Bill threw the football out the window. Jumping into the air, Mike caught it. Lucky for him, a car stopped just in time when he hopped into the street. The driver was not happy with him.

“Sorry. Sorry,” he excused himself, letting the car drive on. That was an unsafe choice for him to make in the first place. He was just so ecstatic to spend the weekend with his friends. So, he went over the curbside and waited for his friends. 

“Are you guys insane?” Stanley asked them, clashing at his hair. He looked like he was going to burst an artery. 

Understanding the circumstances, Ben nodded. “Sorry, Stan.”

Finally, Bill noticed Beverly for the first time. He froze, staring at her. What a terrible time for his mouth to dry up. “Beverly.”

She smiled. “Hi, Bill.”

“Wow, look at your hair!” Ben remarked. He never thought that Beverly would do something like this. Her ginger hair was lovely. But it was so nice to see her again.

“See, I told you that Ben would be the first to notice,” Beverly elbowed Eddie.

“N-No, I d-did notice! I uh...” Oh great, the stutter was back, too. “It’s really great to see you.”

Beverly smiled at her friends, but her heart fell. At that moment she felt how unnecessary the blonde hair was. They always accepted her for who she was. “It’s great to be back. Now let’s get this weekend started!” she ecstatically threw her arms into the air. 

“I never knew you were the type to actually take textbooks home,” Ben innocently joked. He hoped that it wouldn’t insult Beverly. When they did go to school together she was hardly ever in class. She never had the homework and quipped to the teacher that she didn’t take the textbook home with her for assignments. 

Eddie took the textbook back from Beverly. “There’s nothing wrong about taking a textbook on the trip,” Stanley commented. And then he was the one to get a look from everybody. 

“Seriously? Professor Bennett covers this whole book in his lectures. Read the Gurovsky; it's way more interesting and Bennett doesn't know it by heart so he'll think you're insightful.” Bill explained. Beverly glanced his way. Did Bill actually learn some poetic terms while she was away?

“We’d better get going,” Stanley told them, leaving the room. “Where is Richie anyway? He said that he’d be here by now!”

Eddie got all his belongings together. Richie. He was spending the weekend with Richie. They hadn’t done that in a long time. 

Before he left the room, Ben nudged him. “You have no pants.” Gasping, Eddie scrambled to get pants. He was really standing here in his underwear the whole time? Taking a puff from his inhaler, he had to relax. This was going to be a fun weekend.

“Mike! Crazy mad skills of catching!” Bill told Mike once they were outside. They gave each other a high five.

“You laid it in my hands, I did but hold them out,” Mike commented. 

“Hey, Mike! How is it going?” Beverly greeted her friend with a hug. 

“I’m great. It’s nice to see you, Bev. Wow, look at your hair,” he remarked, taking a look at her gorgeous locks. 

“Hey, Mike, how have you been?’ Eddie was next to greet him once he came out of the house. He struggled down the steps with all his luggage. 

“Great. Thank you guys for letting me join. It’s been a while since we all met up,” Mike noted. He was not going to bring up the reason for their avoidance. This weekend was not about revisiting the shadows of the past. It had been a long time since he actually had fun. Being home school had its perks, but he did not enjoy the loneliness. 

“Do you need help with your bags, Eddie?” Stanley asked his friend. He was struggling to lift his heavy bags into the trunk of the RV that Mike was able to talk his grandfather into borrowing. This thing sat in his farmland for years. Luckily, it was working fine.  

“We’re going away for a weekend, right?” Beverly joked. “It’s a weekend, not an evacuation!”

“I have packed everything that I needed in case of any dangerous predicament!” Eddie commented. “Trust me when I say there is nothing in those cases you won't be glad I brought.”

“What could happen?” Ben asked, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Tons of things,” Stanley remarked. “We could run into poison ivy, there could be jellyfish in the water, or - “

“Okay, Stan, we didn’t need an answer. Remember, we’re supposed to be having fun,” Bill reminded him. 

All that was missing was... “Oh my, God,” Eddie commented when he looked across the street to see a car parking. It was half parked up on the sidewalk, annoying to women who were walking by. 

And there was Richie Tozier, his mouth on a huge bong. He looked like he had trouble maneuvering it in the small car that he owned, hitting the horn by accident. Who’s to say that Eddie was surprised. Getting high and joking around was all Richie cared about. 

“Richie!” Beverly called out to her friend. Oh, how she missed him. She ran up and gave him a hug. But that hug only lasted a second. “Shit, you stink!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Richie?” Stanley nagged him when he ran up to his car. He looked around as to make sure the police were not around. 

“People in this town drive in a very counterintuitive manner, and that's what I have to say,” Richie giggled, obviously high out of his mind. His glasses were skewered on his head.

“Do you want to spend the weekend in jail?” Ben asked him. “'Cause we'd all like to check out my cousin's country home and not go to jail!” 

“Richie you should know for a fact that this is not okay!” Beverly was next to lecture him.

Richie took out his duffel bag.“Statistical fact: cops will never pull over a man with a huge bong in his car. Why? They fear this, man. They know he sees farther than they and he will bind them with ancient logics.” He paused, taking a longer look at Beverly’s hair. “Have you gone grey?”

His comment resulted in Beverly giving him the finger. Things hadn’t changed at all. 

“You're not bringing that thing in the rambler!” Eddie told him. 

“A giant bong, in Mike’s van?” Richie went and poured the water out. Removing the bowl, Richie sticks it in a little holder inside the tube and telescopes the entire thing down, pulls a lid off the bottom, and pops it on the top, making it look exactly like a can of Fresca. 

“What are you, stoned?” Stanley asked him, shaking his head in disbelief. Arguably, he was happy to be going on this trip. He missed their adventures.

 “As Bolde,” Richie remarked with little care.  They all rolled their eyes. Well, that was Richie Tozier for you. 

“Come on, we’d best hit the road,” Mike told them, waving them inside. “I can take the first lag. Ben, you have the directions, right?”

As they were all getting into the van, Richie elbowed Eddie. “Eds! You fetching minx? Do you have any food?”

“Don’t call me Eds!” Eddie warned sticking a finger in his face.

“Come on, you like it! You know it!”

“No, I don’t! Call me Eds one more time on this trip and I will bury you in your grave!”

This was going to be an exciting weekend alright. 

“Everybody ready?” Mike asked in the front seat. The Losers shouted in glee, throwing their hands up like they were on a roller coaster. “Then let's get this show on the road!”

#Reddie #cabin in the woods #it 2017 #it movie #benverly #billverly #it crossover #commission #bill denbrough #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #Beverly Marsh #Ben Hanscom #Mike Hanlon #Stanley Uris

[blissedoutphil]

Dan The Personal Assistant Part 11

Dan has to submit an application video to be an assistant for a company President, Mr. Lester. But what happens when he accidentally sends a wrong video?

4759 words of Dom!Phil, sub!dan, buttplug, cock cage, blowjob, exhibitionism/in public, angst

~Part 10~

~Part 12~

or read on ao3!

Dan slowly stirred awake, his senses following suit as he felt warmth press up against his back, and scruff grazing his shoulder. He sighed softly as his mind connected the sensations to Phil placing lazy kisses on his shoulder, his stubble scratching against his smooth upper arm. He stretched a little, and Phil took the opportunity to kiss down the top of his shoulders to his neck.

“Good mornin’,” Phil said in a gruff voice, lips moving against Dan’s skin as he spoke.

Dan managed to croak out a response, blushing at how silly he thought he sounded compared to how absolutely sexy his boss’s morning voice was.

“We’re gonna have fun today,” his boss said decidedly, sending a tingle of excitement down Dan’s spine.

He turned around to face Phil, still somewhat surprised when he was met with those green-blue eyes mere inches away from him.

Phil took his time letting his gaze roam over his boy’s sleepy face. He’d known his boy was pretty since he first saw the video that started all this, but he felt like he’d never got to fully appreciate him until he started waking up next to him everyday. It was a good move to get a room with just one bed after all. He smiled a little thinking back to when he was worrying if Dan wouldn’t be comfortable with it. As it turned out Dan didn’t even question it, and it felt like second nature to sleep with each other. His smile faded a bit when he realised that once this trip ends, he’d be going back to sleeping alone in his empty house.

Dan returned Phil’s soft smile, feeling his cheeks warm a bit under Phil’s gaze. He wondered what Phil was thinking about, but he didn’t want to break the peaceful silence between them.

The longing gaze seemed to disappear and Phil cleared his throat and propped himself up on his elbow. “So. Before we head out to where you planned last night, I have things planned too. Choose one - A, B, or C?”

Dan squinted his eyes in suspicion, “What do those options even mean?”

“Obviously you have to choose first! Then I’ll reveal what they are,” Phil smirked.

“Hmm,” Dan contemplated as he stretched a bit more, “B?”

“Good choice,” Phil grinned mischievously.

“Doesn’t look like I made a good choice,” Dan laughed nervously, “so what is it?”

“Eager,” Phil stalled, “I’ll tell you what you didn’t choose first.”

Phil spoke lowly, climbing over Dan, “A was an anal plug. Would’ve been kept in you as we explore the city the entire day.”

Dan swallowed, not sure whether he was glad or upset he didn’t choose that.

“C was a pretty little cock cage, would’ve been a good choice for you to be honest. Just because we’re gonna be out doesn’t mean I’d keep my hands off you. Wouldn’t wanna show an erection outline in your pants to the whole city, would you?”

Dan whimpered a bit at Phil’s words, feeling himself get aroused at the thought of a bit of exhibitionism. Phil was smirking down at him, his hands on the bed either side of Dan’s head to hold himself steady above him. Dan didn’t even care anymore that Phil could see him obviously blushing at his words.

“Why don’t you guess what B stands for?” excitement was clear in Phil’s eyes.

Dan’s mind was still barely awake, and now that it was getting clouded with arousal, he couldn’t think properly at all.

“Uhm, butt plug?”

“How would that be any different from A,” Phil rolled his eyes fondly, “try again.”

Dan frowned a bit, what toy started with B that Phil could’ve brought along on this trip?

Phil was amused by how hard Dan seemed to be thinking of an answer. He carded his hand through Dan’s tangled curls. “Give up?”

Dan nodded, staring up at Phil in curiosity.

“B...” Phil nipped at Dan’s jaw, “is for...” he bit on Dan’s earlobe, drawing out time to reveal the answer.

Dan almost whined at the suspense.

“Both,” Phil whispered in Dan’s ear before moving back to catch Dan’s reaction.

Dan gulped and bit his lip. They haven’t played with toys in a while and he could feel himself already thrumming with excitement.

“You’ve had your days off, now it’s my turn. And I’m gonna have fun on my only day off. How’s that sound?” Phil asked, although he could see from his boy’s dilated eyes that he was definitely up for this game.

“Sounds really hot. Can’t wait, Sir,” Dan admitted.

----------

They took a quick shower together, where Phil got his hands all over Dan in a personal challenge to get his boy as hard and horny as he could.

“How are you supposed to use your cage if you’re hard like that?” Phil then said disapprovingly.

“You could help to get me off first,” Dan suggested cheekily, to which he was rewarded with cold water sprayed at his crotch until his boner died down.

Once they dried off and got into their bathrobes, Phil took the cage out of a hidden pocket in his luggage. Dan stood quietly as he felt the cool plastic encase his cock, and watched as his boss locked him and pocketed the key. It was a first for him, and he didn’t know how he was supposed to last the whole day with it on. He was already horny from the shower, and he was sure Phil was only beginning his teasing. The denial was surely going to drive him crazy by the end of the day.

He then got on all fours on the bed as instructed. Phil took his time fingering him open, brushing against his prostate. Dan moaned, it had been a while since Phil fingered him, and he didn’t even realise that he’d missed the gentle teasing and prodding, the light squeezes on his ass, the reassuring hand on his lower back as more fingers were pressed into him, all a sure way to leave him a desperate mess, and Phil knew what a desperate mess he could be. He was definitely taking advantage of all the tricks he knew to get him there.

The plug slid in him easily, then Phil was patting his ass to get him to stand up. He sat on the bed and got Dan to kneel between his legs.

“Boy, look what you’ve done to me,” he said as he untied his bathrobe to reveal his own erection.

Dan couldn’t help but smile as he wrapped his lips around Phil’s dick. Phil leaned back and enjoyed his boy’s mouth on him. He toed at Dan’s thighs to spread them apart, before toeing at Dan’s cage.

Dan moaned desperately, feeling himself try to get hard to no avail. His cock twitched pathetically as Phil played with it. He tried his best to focus on the blowjob instead, deepthroating and sucking on Phil’s balls too, relishing in the way he made Phil falter in his teasing movements on his locked dick.

He was an expert in pleasuring his boss now, and it didn’t take long before he had cum down his throat. He licked Phil’s cock clean after he swallowed his load, as he waited for Phil to calm down from his orgasm.

“I forgot to mention,” Phil started when he’d regained composure.

He tugged gently at Dan’s hair to get Dan to look at him. His other hand sneaked into his bathrobe pocket, and before Dan knew what Phil was up to, he reflexively jolted up to his knees.

“Oh,” he grabbed onto Phil’s knee to steady himself.

Phil was giggling, taking a small remote out of his pocket. He pressed a button and the vibrations from his plug died as quick as they started.

“C’mon, get dressed. Can’t wait to go to wherever you were planning to last night,” Phil stood up, leaving Dan on the floor wondering how he was going to survive the day.

--------

Thankfully for Dan, Phil didn’t immediately start playing when they left the hotel. They started their adventure walking around Times Square in a quest for some good breakfast bagels. Phil ordered his without cheese and Dan was offended by his lack of good taste, and the fact that he only knew now that Phil was a cheese hater.

“Stop judging my food choices or your ass is gonna get it,” Phil warned jokingly, but still Dan bit his lip, he’d already almost forgotten about his little predicament.

Despite the toys he was wearing, Dan found himself thoroughly enjoying the day with Phil so far. It was easy to forget that Phil actually was his boss when they made fun of advertisements on the big billboards together and joked about licking their palms after touching the grimy poles in the subway trains. His feelings and stupid butterflies in his tummy aside, Phil felt like a genuine friend he could have fun and be comfortable with no matter where they were.

“You should get a caricature done,” Phil suggested after they walked past what seemed to be the 10th artist along the streets.

So Dan found himself sitting in front of an artist. Which was a fun idea, especially because Phil looked so excited for Dan to do it, until he suddenly felt the toy in his ass come to life. His smile stiffened and he gripped the edge of his seat, having to hold back from glaring at Phil who was sniggering behind the artist.

The artist gave him a weird look, but didn’t question it. He finished his caricature quickly, which Phil paid for.

“Aww, look at that smile,” Phil cooed at the drawing, “a good memory immortalised, of you being horny in the middle of New York City.”

Dan blushed deep, looking at his awkward smile depicted on the art. “I hate you,” he pouted.

“Oh do you?” Phil smirked.

Dan gasped, his pout instantly wiped off his face as the vibrations turned up a notch. He tried not to stagger as he kept up with Phil’s pace. The vibrations disappeared slowly, but after that he was certainly kept on his toes, hyperaware of the plug almost grazing against his prostate with every step he walked as they explored the city.

And the day continued with Dan getting surprised by the vibe at the most random times when he least expected it - while standing in a crowded subway or waiting at a stoplight, while getting a slushie or figuring out their route from google maps.

But Phil never went too far, the vibrations were small enough that Dan would be able to control himself without drawing attention, but they were enough to bring colour to his cheeks and make him pause in his step. Phil found himself getting obsessed with the way Dan looked at him equally desperate and embarrassed and annoyed, and he didn’t tell Dan but the more Dan glared at him, the more he couldn’t resist turning the toy on.

“Oh god,” Dan gasped quietly and shut his eyes as the familiar sensation started again. It never got less frustrating even as he got used to it, since he was forced to remain soft in his cage while being stimulated.

They were standing on an escalator leaving the subway platform, and Dan subconsciously held onto Phil’s upper arm to steady himself. The sadist in Phil had been enjoying his control over his boy, but this was the first time that day he felt a twinge of softness for Dan. Dan could’ve disagreed with their little game, but here he was being at Phil’s mercy just because. Phil lowered the vibrations to a stop, watching as Dan quickly dropped his hand, blushing at the realisation that he had been squeezing Phil’s arm.

“C��mon, it’s already 3pm and we haven’t had lunch. Show me that cafe of yours that can’t possibly be better than the one we have back home.”

-----

“Hm, I prefer how our coffee shop looks.”

Dan tried not to think about ‘our’ too much as they both stepped inside.

“Yeah I agree that the one back home is cosier. But the coffee’s good here. Trust me,” Dan answered.

“Better than Starbucks?” Phil’s voice was dead serious, but his raised eyebrow and smirk said otherwise.

Dan rolled his eyes, and Phil had to resist from turning on the plug while Dan ordered as payback.

They sat with their sandwiches and cups of caramel macchiato and began digging in.

“Okay I admit their macchiato is good. But I have too much of an attachment to my Sunday home to think anywhere else could be better,” Phil gave his honest review.

“Can’t argue with that. But I’ll still miss this place when we get back,” Dan considered.

“What about it will you miss?” Phil asked curiously.

“It’s just a different vibe,” Dan said dreamily, imagining that in another universe, they’d travel the world together and discover little coffee shops in each country that they’d call theirs.

He went for a sip of his drink but almost spilled it when his plug turned on again. He bit his lip and looked up at his boss with wide eyes.

“I think I get what you mean,” Phil said thoughtfully as he looked around, feigning innocence.

The butterflies floating around in Dan’s stomach melted as his arousal took over again. He shuddered, his arousal quickly mixing with frustration as he couldn’t even get hard.

A barista walked past their table and Dan stiffened.

Phil seemed to know how he was feeling. He always seemed to know these days. “Just say if you want to stop and we will,” he reassured.

Dan shook his head. He was finding the exhibitionism hot after he got over being jittery about the possibility of strangers picking up on what they’re doing. The fact that Phil loved it too just made him even more up for it.

“No, it’s just. It’s not fairrr,” he whined quietly, “I hate the cage.”

“Hey, you chose that option,” Phil sat back, enjoying the show that was his boy’s expressive face.

He changed the vibrations to a different pulse and Dan shifted in his seat to try to angle the toy away from his prostate. He could feel his cock straining against its confinement.

“And I’m just giving you something more to miss about this cafe. Bet you’ll miss getting horny in plain sight. Being denied and desperate but not able to do anything about it. Do you think the tables around us can hear you?” Phil spoke low, his raspy voice and his words making Dan’s cock twitch, as much as it could in the cage anyway.

He let out a strangled moan, and quickly coughed to cover it up. It only earned him a higher setting on the vibrations, and he gripped the edge of the table.

“Please, Sir,” he whispered.

“Please what?” Phil shrugged.

“Unlock this stupid cage,” Dan said exasperatedly.

“It stays on until our day’s over, remember? Besides, look at you, you love it. Why would I stop you from your fun? Maybe I shouldn’t unlock you until this whole trip is over,” Phil leaned forward, pushing his plate aside and clasping his hands on the table, “What if. I make you wear both the toys the entire flight home, huh? Let you join the mile high club?”

Dan let out a shaky breath. The thought of that turned him on even more, and he was struggling not to moan out loud.

“Tell me boy, are you leaking right now?”

Dan could feel that he’d been leaking for a while now. He nodded, feeling his cheeks turn crimson as Phil tutted.

“Tsk tsk, dirty boy. You gonna continue exploring the city with soiled underwear after this? I guess that’s another memory for you huh, walking around New York with your cum in your pants,” Phil smirked.

Phil turned the vibrations to a maximum, wanting to help Dan reach his orgasm, even though it would be a ruined one in his cage. Instantly, Dan let out tiny quiet whimpers and scrunched his eyes shut, head down as he focused on keeping still and not drawing attention to himself.

He could feel himself reaching the brink of orgasm, but never actually able to get it since his cock was barely hard. It felt confusing, but the continuous pulse against his prostate was overwhelming his sensations.

“Maybe we should do this in our coffee shop back home, too. It’d make for nice Sunday afternoon entertainment,” Phil commented nonchalantly.

“I’d- I’d love to do anything for you, Sir,” Dan managed to say before gritting his teeth.

Phil wasn’t sure why he was surprised to hear that from Dan, since he’d sort of known that Dan would do anything for him. The boy’s in New York submitting to his atypical boss in the middle of a cafe, for fuck’s sake. He swallowed, not going to let the comment break his character.

“Oh how I’d love to see that cock of yours right now. It must be so pathetic, unable to grow and leaking so desperately from its cage, huh?”

Dan nodded in exasperation, his chest visibly rising and falling as he breathed harshly. He bit his lip hard to stop from moaning too loud.

“Look at me,” Phil ordered, wanting to see the desperation in his boy’s eyes.

Dan’s eyebrows were furrowed as he looked up at his boss, showing Phil exactly what he’d expected to see. Dan’s wide brown eyes met Phil’s and silently conveyed his urgent need for relief.

Just as he was about to beg his boss to stop or unlock him or fuck him in the restroom or just something, anything, they were both jolted out of their little bubble.

“Well, fancy seeing you here!”

Dan felt like his heart jumped out of his chest at the intrusion. Meanwhile, Phil’s just sank to the pits of his stomach as he heard the all too familiar voice.

“Jeezus,” Phil muttered in shock as the man clapped his back, “god you scared me, Frank.”

Dan’s eyes darted up to the man. He’d never actually seen Frank before, and he certainly had almost forgotten about the whole talk Frank had had with Phil. It all felt like a lifetime ago, especially with how different things are with him and Phil now than it was back then.

He was sweating, from their scene but now also from nerves as Frank stood over their table, side-eyeing him. Exhibitionism felt like a good idea until someone who knows them shows up.

Thankfully, Phil had slowed the vibe to a stop, and he let out a muted sigh of relief. He was still a wreck of nerves as he wondered if Frank could tell what they were just doing, if it was obvious from his flushed cheeks and erratic breathing. He looked to Phil for his next move, to save them and get Frank to leave as soon as possible.

“You missed the staff bonding breakfast this morning,” Frank stated matter-of-fact, chewing on his gum.

“I already spent everyday this whole week with you all, just wanted a short break before work again,” Phil retorted truthfully enough.

Dan tried his best to shrink back into his seat, not caring that the plug dug further up his ass as he did so. He wished he could turn invisible in that moment.

Frank looked unsatisfied by Phil’s response, so he turned to Dan, who didn’t know where to look. His eyes darted from their intruder to his half eaten sandwich to Phil, but eventually settled back on Frank since he could feel Frank’s stare bore through him. He gave a small, stiff smile.

“I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Frank, Phil’s buddy at work. And you are...?” Frank extended his hand.

“Um-” Dan quickly wiped his clammy hand on his jeans before accepting Frank’s hand, “I’m Dan.”

Stupid handshakes, Dan thought as he awkwardly let his arm be moved by Frank. He didn’t really appreciate how hard Frank squeezed his hand.

“I feel like I’ve seen you before,” Frank said, his tone suggesting that he knows exactly where he’d seen Dan.

Dan didn’t know what to say, but luckily Phil spoke up before he could make a blunder.

“You here to get lunch?”

“Lunch? It’s like, 5pm now. Nah, I was just exploring areas near our hotel. I don’t have a personal tour guide like you,” Frank chuckled.

“Still, you should try the smoked salmon sandwich before they run out, it’s like their best seller or something. And we’d better get going,” Phil pointed Frank in the direction of the counter.

Frank looked like he was about to say something, but decided against it. For a terrifying second, Dan thought that Frank was going to suggest joining them for the rest of the day. Instead, Frank only chuckled at Phil’s remark, but Dan thought it sounded almost like a scoff.

“It’s alright. Anyway, have fun you two. See you tomorrow,” he glanced between both men, intentionally not directing his statement to just one of them. He lingered at the table for a while before leaving.

Dan let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding in. He looked at Phil, who was visibly tense now. Dan wanted to say something, but he didn’t even know what. He was still worrying if Frank knew what they were up to mere moments before he spoke to them. Had he noticed them here long before he said hi? Was he watching from afar how Dan got all horny and desperate, did he hear Dan’s little whines?

Phil quickly finished up his coffee, his brows knitted together in a frown. His phone pinged and he looked at it, frown lines deepening as he saw a text notification from Frank.

“Is there a restroom here?” he asked, looking around.

Dan pointed in the direction of the restroom. It’d been a while since he last felt proper intimidated by his boss, but then again it’s been a while since he saw his boss this upset. He’d begun to associate bad mood Phil with Frank encounters. In that moment, he suspected that things between them could possibly go back to square one unless he did something about it.

“Here,” Phil said despondently, holding his fist out.

Dan opened his palm in confusion, and Phil dropped a key from his grip.

“You can just. Take care of yourself. Remove the toys and all that. I’ll wait for you here.”

Phil wouldn’t even look Dan in the eyes, and Dan was crushed by the 180º shift in Phil’s mood. They were both having fun before this, and he wanted nothing more than to forget that interruption by going back to the fun and complete their itinerary for the day, including their little game.

“No,” Dan found himself replying, “I’d like to continue.”

Phil looked incredulous at Dan’s response, it was rare of his boy to go against his orders.

“But I don’t.”

“Because of Frank?” Dan needed to make sense of it, he had let go of the very first muddle regarding Frank but now it’s all coming back again and worse because of all the progress they’ve made being dashed just like this.

Phil didn’t know how to respond. He just suddenly felt disgusted at himself for using and playing with Dan in public like this. He knew they were both having fun, and Dan was here telling him he wanted to continue so there was no reason to feel that way, but Phil just couldn’t continue. He knew he shouldn’t let Frank bother him at all, and they were making such good progress that he sometimes forgot that Dan wasn’t something more than his personal escort. But maybe forgetting that is a problem, and he might not have wanted the reminder in the form of Frank interrupting them, but maybe he’d needed it.

So he just sat back and sighed.

Dan took that as a yes to his question. He placed the key on the table and slid it back to Phil, adamant on continuing their day according to plan.

Phil had to ignore how his heart fluttered at the fact that Dan was insisting to continue their play, showing how much he truly wanted it and wasn’t doing it just because Phil made him and it was his job.

“Fine,” Phil said, looking at the key, “then let’s head back to the hotel.”

“Wha-” Dan was honestly getting upset at this point, “we haven’t even gone to the empire state building yet!”

“We can go there, only if you go to the restroom now and take everything off first. Or you can keep them on, and we’ll go back to the hotel.”

It was Dan’s turn to frown, and he folded his arms as he leaned back in his seat as well. He looked at the key. He’d be damned if he was going to let this moment ruin all the progress they’ve made and go back to all the boundaries and lines drawn between them because of a coworker or whatever Phil was so scared of.

“Fine,” he mimicked Phil, “let’s go back to the hotel.”

Phil was surprised by Dan’s decision, but he tried not to show it. This boy had the opportunity to explore a city he’d never been to like a normal tourist without Phil’s silly sexual games interfering and yet he’s choosing not to? Hell, he had the opportunity for relief after being denied the entire day, and yet he’s choosing not to have it?

“If that’s what you want,” he said, slowly pocketing the key.

Dan knew their day wouldn’t be fun anymore with a moody Phil in tow; there was no point in trying to explore the city further like nothing happened. So he nodded surely and got up, ready to leave this cafe that he won’t miss anymore.

-------

They walked the short distance back to their hotel in silence, only broken by the sound of leaves crunching under their footsteps. Central Park was dipped in beautiful gold and red, the sunset glow further illuminating the autumn leaves. The two men walked through the trees and the leaves falling around them, heads down and too occupied with their own thoughts to fully appreciate the beauty around them.

Phil felt as angry as the bright sunset rays warming his skin and the fiery red leaves he was stepping on. At Frank for interrupting their otherwise good day whether intentionally or not, at himself for still letting trifling things affect him, even at Dan for still foolishly being by his side despite his fickleness and hesitance on their relationship.

The tension followed them all the way to their room. Phil made sure that Dan saw him place the key for the toy on the bedside table, then wordlessly entered the shower.

Dan plopped onto the bed, wincing a bit as the plug in him shifted uncomfortably. He smushed his face into his pillow and groaned into it. He didn’t understand how Frank could influence Phil’s mood so drastically. He knew they needed to talk things out, and potentially disrupt their current arrangement and take the next step. Whatever ‘next step’ means, be it being something more or ending it all. But he had no idea how, and Phil seemed like he won’t speak up first either.

Dan listened to the steady shower stream, thinking about how just this morning, they shared the shower together. He glanced over at his chastity key. He still had no intention to unlock himself, though. It had turned from a display of submission to a statement of defiance for him. He wasn’t going to let Phil have his way right now.

Dan was too busy thinking about what to do after Phil’s done showering that he didn’t hear the first knock on the door.

He shot up from the bed when he heard it the second time. Cautiously, he approached the door and peeked through the peephole.

His breath got knocked out of his lungs. On the other side of the door was the cause of his current problems. Dan stood still, not knowing whether he should answer it or ignore. How did Frank even know that they were back already?

Frank knocked once more so Dan reluctantly opened the door a tiny fraction.

“Where’s Phil?” Frank asked once the door opened, unfazed that his boss’s wide-eyed boy was the one who answered.

-------------

ooo the cliffhanger! the suspense! can’t wait to find out what happens when I finally update in like 2 months lmao!

no but srsly I also have no clue what's gonna happen next omg lol how did this fic that was originally intended for purely office smut turn into *gestures vaguely* this

~Part 10~

~Part 12~

#phan smut #Phanfic #phan #smut #dan the personal assistant #My fic

[onmykneesforhotdilfs]

💫 Dance with the devil 💫

She forgave him.

At first, even she didn't know why. Perhaps him being the only survivor of Domino besides herself at a time played a vital role. But they weren't alone anymore. She could have gotten rid of him when the battle was over. That was, at a time, a term she agreed on. He helped her restore Domino and then he leaves magic universe forever.

He helped them during battle with the Ancestrals. When everyone else had succumbed to the darkness and their worst fears, he was the only one left standing besides herself. The witches tried manipulating him, but somehow his sheer will not to be under their control, not to be their pawn was enough to keep him sane when she needed him the most. He proved himself to be a redeemed man, he was no longer power hungry megalomaniac that not so long ago managed to shake the entire magic universe enough to have kings, queens and officials of all planets in the said universe trembling in fear.

Oritel and Miriam were not thrilled when they saw him after exiting the portal from Obsidian. She could see, even now, 17 years later, the underlying fear in their eyes when they first laid their gaze on him. Her mother clung to her husband and Oritel put a protective hand on her waist while he simultaneously pushed her slightly behind himself. But Valtor made no move to do anything, instead he, on the sheer surprise of everyone and especially Bloom, strode towards the king and queen and then proceeded to kneel in front of them with his head bowed. He asked for forgiveness, which was something that caused even her sister's spirit to turn to Bloom with surprise written clearly across her translucent face.

At first, her parent were reluctant, but as the time flew by and Valtor remained docile and calm, little by little they started warming up to him. He still had passion for magic, however. That was clear to everyone, but as he made no move to take anything by force and instead he asked, quite nicely, to study the magic that was of interest to him, people started relaxing around him.

The girls, Winx themselves, learned to accept his company. Stella and Flora were the first to accept the wizard into their circle of friends. Layla, unsurprisingly, had the most difficult time adapting to the change, which was understandable and even something Valtor himself understood. He was the one that nearly caused the destruction of her whole planet, so he couldn't exactly blame the girl for not wanting to be his friend. But with time, even Layla adapted and Bloom could see a subtle changes in her behaviour, how she would sometimes sit next to him and even hit his shoulder when he made a joke. They even bonded over their love for exercise, something Bloom wouldn't have guessed in a million years, but it shouldn't have come as a surprise because Valtor was built. They often went on morning jogs near the Alfea.

He bonded with Techna thanks to their knowledge of technology. That raised a lot if eyebrows among the members of the Winx club because they all assumed Valtor was a bit of a, well, technophobe. Boy were they surprised.

He didn't have too much in common with Musa, but you could find them discussing certain genres of music form time to time.

Besides Bloom, he got along the best with, surprisingly, Stella. The fairy of shining sun and moon was the first to accept him, so she took the initiative to 'bring him out of his shell' as Stella had put it. Valtor never considered himself shy, but as he spent some time with the Solarian fairy he realized that, at least compared to her, he was a total introvert. Bloom once got a shock of her life when she entered their dorm and she found Valtor sitting in front of the couch, his back in between Stella's legs, while Stella was sitting on the couch braiding his hair. Both Bloom and the duo on the couch froze and their wide eyes darted between each other until Valtor broke the silence.

"Not a word." His voice was calm but it spoke volumes.

Bloom shook her head. "Trust me, even if I told someone, they wouldn't believe me." With a smirk thrown their way, she entered her room and left them to their business.

With Flora, he chose to spend quiet evening drinking tea. Valtor had to admit, even though the nature fairy was quiet and shy in nature, she mad an excellent tea. Bloom often joined then and the three sipped their tea in silence.

Now, Valtor had an interesting relationship with Bloom. Number one enemies, turned allies, turned friends. It was a rocky relationship, but their bond was the strongest out of them all. The dragon fire had something to do with it too, but it was mostly just the two of them. The air sometimes turned awkward, but that was mostly due to one of them entering a new territory. And there was this one time he walked in on her while she was in the shower... Funny story.

He just returned from his morning run with Layla earlier than expected. He wanted to get his hands on a spell book he recieved from Faragonda per his request. His relationship with the headmistress was still rocky, but they managed. She was polite enough to grant him access when he asked nicely and Valtor was polite enough as long as it got him what he wanted. He was good now, but that didn't mean he had abandoned his manipulative ways completley when he wanted something.

He shed his shirt, a green short sleeved number - courtesy of Stella - and entered the bathroom. The shriek brought him back to ground and when he looked up he got an eyeful of toned pale flesh and red hair. His eyes ran over the curves of her breast and hips before descending to eye those long legs. Bloom shrieked once again.

"OH MY GOD! GET OUT! WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING THERE?!" Valtor shook himself and muttered a curse and apology, before running out of the bathroom. He leaned against the wall, Bloom's naked body still vividly painted in front of his eyes, breathing heavily and trying to stop the unwanted reaction his traitorous body wanted to conjure. He slammed his head into the wall, pain blurring his vision, before sliding down the wall to rest on the floor.

When Bloom got out of the shower, she was dressed and Valtor had moved to the couch. She slid in next to him and looked at him. His head was resting in his hands that were propped on his knees, his eyes obviously trying to avoid hers and was that blush on his cheeks?

"I'm sorry." His voice was so small that Bloom wondered if it actually came from the big bad wizard that had the ambition to become the biggest magic sorcerer in the entire magic universe.

She laughed and squeezed his knee. "It's ok. It happens."

His eyes caught hers. "I messed it up didn't I?"

Her brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

He sighed and his shoulders slumped. He looked like he was holding the weight of an entire universe at his shoulders. She felt sorry for him. "I made it awkward again."

At this she had to laugh again. Valtor was having a morality crisis. Just because he saw her naked. Well ok, he ogled a bit, but what's the harm? He didn't try anything. "Don't worry about it. We are good." She assured him.

She saw his shoulders relax and his mood lifted. He looked her in the eyes this time when he spoke. "Alright, if you say so princess. Mind if I take a shower now?"

She laughed. "Go ahead."

He got up, bent down to retrieve his shirt, which Bloom only now noticed he wasn't wearing and made a bee line to the bathroom. He stopped at the doorway and turned to her, cheeky look on his face and a mean glint in his eyes. "You know, now that I've seen you naked, it's only fair for me to return the favour."

Bloom went bright red and she flung a pillow in his direction. It never reached it's target, but his laugh could have been heard on the next planet.

Aside from that, there were no other major incidents, but during their stay on earth, while they were searching for the last earth fairy, their friendship turned even friendlier. So much so, it caused a rift between Bloom and prince Sky. For the benefit of both of them, they decided to terminate their relationship but they remained friendly. Sky, however, kept a close eye on him.

Valtor made friends with Roxy, the last earth fairy. She, of all people, was the first to point out closeness between Bloom and him. She was also the first person that made Valtor rethink his feelings. She was the one that planted the seed of doubt concerning their friendship which resulted in Valtor siting in the dark three nights in a row pondering over their interactions.

That's how Bloom found him the third night, siting in the dark, staring at nothing in particular. She made her way over to him and grabbed his shoulder to get his attention. His arm shot up and grabbed her wrist in a bone crushing grip, but released her when he saw her wince. She sat herself on the couch next to him and they spent half an hour in silence.

"Can't sleep?" Her raspy voice broke through.

He shook his head in response. She laid her head on his shoulder and it wasn't long before her breathing evened out and she fell asleep. Valtor looked at the girl. He couldn't deny it. She was beautiful. Even though he was never a guy that was particularly picky with looks, there was no denying the fact that the keeper of the dragon flame was a gorgeous specimen. She was smart, probably the smartest of her group. While Techna had the IQ, Blooms street smarts combined with the academic work made her the most reliable. And she was strong, but naive at the same time. She trusted that red, wannabe wizard, Ogron and his buddies and they played her like a well tuned guitar. She blamed herself for what happened to Nabu for a while, but everyone convinced her it wasn't her fault.

Valtor shook his head. Exhaustion was slowly creeping back to his bones and he found himself drawing closer to the redhead, seeking warmth while his eyes closed and he let the sleep over take him. That's how the rest of the Winx found them, snuggled up on the couch. Valtor laid on his back, his braid that Stella maid yesterday still intact, his arm protectively thrown over Bloom's waist, her head resting on his chest, legs intertwined. Flora took the liberty to capture the moment. Valtor and Bloom won't find about that photo for the next couple of months.

When he woke up he was certain his feelings for the redhead changed, but what about her? Did she feel the same way? That's when he noticed he was really warm and that a slight pressure rested on his chest. He looked down and was met with two sapphires staring into his own grayish blue eyes. Her cheeks were as red as her hair and she was fidgeting with the ruffles on his shirt. She stammered about not wanting to get up so he didn't wake up and then made a hasty apology and fled the living room.

Their relationship changer after that. The looks they were giving each other became longer and filled with something neither of them could recognize. The teasing between them stopped almost completely, something that didn't go unnoticed by neither the Winx or the specialists. But they respectfully kept their mouths shut. Their eyes would connect from across the room and neither would be too keen to break the connection. They would sit closer to each other, some part of their bodies always touching. They weren't awkward, but they also weren't aware of the tension they were emitting, even Stella began to complain about them having a 'boner' for each other.

The fight with Tritanus was a difficult one, made even more complicated with the fact that Valtor wasn't able to join them. The girls obtained Sirenix powers and freed Daphne while Valtor spent most of the time on land waiting for their return and helping them as much as possible from his position.

During that time, there was no time for anything rather than to focus on the mission ahead. And convincing the realms to unite in order to stop Tritanus. That's where Valtor came in play. He was the most capable to deal with these 'ass faced royals' as Musa had delicately put it. He was hesitant at first, but quicky changed his mind when he realized people listened to him. Out of fear or respect, he didn't know, nor did he care to find out.

The tension between Bloom and Valtor rose everyday, but apparently they were oblivious to it.

And then came the time when Bloom foolishly divided the power of the dragon flame between herself and her friends which left her vulnerable and weak. She did her best to hide it, but it all came crashing down at Daphne's recoronation. Fire eaters, beings that were supposed be extinct, rose to extinguish the dragon flame. Valtor, busy fighting these monsters and helping winx, foolishly let Sky take care of Bloom. What he didn't know was that Diaspro of all people, was working with the Trix and Sleina, found out about the little thing underneath the Domino palace called the Vortex of flames. As soon as Daphne warned him about Diaspro, he took off with her and what he found nearly caused his heart to stop. Diaspro was holding Bloom, that didn't as much as twitch in her clutches, hovering above the Vortex. Sky and his cousin were on the ground and fire eaters were slowly closing in on them. While Sky tried to talk some senses into Diaspro, Valtor tried to conjure up a plan to take everyone safe out of this mess, mainly Bloom. His eyes widened when Disapro released her hold on Bloom, sending her plummeting straight into the void. Valtor saw red. He barely registered Sky jumping from the edge to reach Bloom before his cousin saved him. He aimed a powerful beam towards the blonde girl and for a moment he saw terror in her eyes before she vanished. The fire eaters closed in on them and Valtor was kept busy fighting them off instead of jumping over the edge to reach Bloom.

Daphne and Valtor were the only one that were effective against these monsters, while Sky and his cousin tried their best. Valtor felt the ground shake and he heard Sky shouting a name he knew all to well in happiness. He turned around just in time to see her fly over the edge and deliver a powerful spell that destroyed the monsters. She flew to him and he opened his arms so she could slide in. Daphne and Sky were saying something but words escaped Valtor. He took hold of her shoulders and pushed her away from him to examine her for injuries. His eyes ran over he new transformation and he couldn't help but think she looked absolutely gorgeous in it. But the most beautiful thing about her was the smile she sent him. It was a conformation, she was fine.

After the incident party returned to full swing and it wasn't long before music was playing and Bloom was seen dancing with Sky just like before the fire eaters stormed the place. Valtor himself stood leaning on the pillar, drinking scotch, his eyes following Bloom's graceful movements.

It was Miriam, of all people that joined him. She leaned against the same pillar as he and sent him a coy look. Valtor raised one eyebrow. 'What was that about?' Miriam shrugged as to say 'I have no idea what you're talking about.' Valtor shook his head and tirned to watch her dance again. The calm was broken when Bloom's mother spoke.

"You know I can see the looks you are giving her?" Her eyebrows were raised as if challenging Valtor to deny that accusation. He lowered his gaze because he really didn't know how to respond to that. If he tried to fool her, she would just call his bluff, and if Miriam was good at something, she was good at reading people.

Her gaze softened and she spoke in calm voice, "Go dance with her." Valtor looked at her in surprise. She gave him a sheepish smile than took the drink out of his hands and proceeded to drink the remaining content in one gulp. She grabbed his biceps and pushed him on the dance floor causing him to stumble and shot her a nasty glare. He sighed and then made his way over to the middle where Bloom and Sly were still dancing. Sky's eyes lit up when they met his and he spun Bloom so fast she gasped and would have tumbled over had Valtor not been there ready to catch her. She met his gaze.

"Hi." She smiled sheepishly, and in that moment Valtor saw the resemblance between her mother and her.

"Hello." He answered politely, if not a little tensely. He spun her around and then brought her back to him. The whole room was filled with murmurs and whispers as the former megalomaniac and princess of Domino preformed and elaborate dance.

Bloom was surprised. She didn't know Valtor could dance so well. He spun her around, brought her back only to dip her down, making her gasp from the sudden movement. They twirled and danced across the floor, hands and legs grabbed each other, fingers intertwined, gazes locked. At that moment Bloom saw everything Valtor feels for her. Concern, annoyance, admiration, affection. She brought her hands to frame his face making his eyes widen before she suddenly rose on her tiptoes and planted a sweet kiss on his lips.

The music got quiet and the guests followed it's path. Valtor and Bloom stopped dancing in the middle of the dance floor. Valtor warped his hands around her waist and hauled her up so her shoes were no longer touching ground. Her hands waved themselves into his hair, messing it up, but he didn't care. Miriam and Oritel stood on the side, Oritel slightly fuming, but Miriam kept him in check. Daphne stood on the other end of the room, her eyes also on the pair. She smiled. She didn't care as long as her sister was happy. She hoped she could one day find someone like Bloom had.

And in the center of the room, Valtor and Bloom stood, still kissing.

#sparxshipping #valtor #bloom x valtor #valtor x bloom #bloom x baltor #baltor x bloom #bloom #daphne #miriam #oritel #winx faragonda #winx club #winx #stella #flora #techna #musa #layla #sky

[yandere-sins]

Yves

I had the pleasure to get to know @meilc ‘s OCs and since I’ve been craving some domestic yandere lately, I got inspired to write for one of them. Yves is a good boi I swear, I love him! Please check out @meilc and Yves for more information! On a last note, I hope I did him justice, I am sorry if not! ;-;

»»————-———— ♡ ————————-««

“I’m home~” 

The echo of his voice filled the hallway to the apartment, as Yves pushed off his sneakers at the doorway. He only briefly noted the stains on them, rolling his eyes at getting his shoes dirty already. It had only rained a tiny bit, yet they were grey and brown instead of the wonderful white he had bought them in. A minor annoyance - he’d just buy new ones. 

“Darling? Sweetheart? Baby?” he called out, pulling off the plastic bag from the expensively wrapped present box, turning it over a few times in his hand to inspect the colorful wrapping and soft ribbons. Oh, you’d love this, he just knew. Carelessly, he let the protective bag fall to the ground for someone else to pick up later, too excited to care. Yves thought that this present must have been his best one so far, and surely, if he loved it so much, you would too - on some point.

Setting it down on the mahogany table in the living room, he pulled softly on the bow on top for the last time, making sure it was presentable. Turning back towards the hallway, he shrugged off his jacket, throwing it towards the enormous couch, unbothered if it actually landed on its backrest or fell to the floor. It was a big apartment. There were worse things hiding in it than a jacket on the ground after all. 

“Oh, Honey ~ Where’s my lovely, little girl?” 

Chuckling, Yves dragged his fingertips along the wall he had to pass to get to the rooms in the back of the apartment. Most of them were empty, unused. After all, you two lived there together, just the two of you, which normal couple needed eighteen rooms? He had barely enough clothes and accessories to fill three of them, one dedicated to his lover, his own, the smallest one as a fully-equipped gym, one with the pool and the connecting one with a jacuzzi. Plus the kitchen, living room and two bathrooms he still had six rooms left - a shame, how Yves found, but he kept in mind there were always new clothes to buy and presents to make once his lover got used to the new living arrangement. 

Tapping along the wall, the sound mimicked a song he had heard that day on the street. He couldn’t remember if it was inside one of the many stores he had visited or when he passed some shop with an open door, but it still stuck in his head. Not as much as the image of you and how he had left you behind, but still prominent. Apparently, his thoughts needed a refreshment, and he could feel the alluring tingle in his whole body, anticipation rising. 

“Darling?” he called out, passing by the non-existing door to your room before ramming his foot into the parquet flooring and taking a few steps back, looking inside. “My, you got so far,” he cheered, stepping into the dark room of yours and squatting down in front of your body lying on the ground. “There I thought the drug was too much, knocking you out for days! But here you are, slowly making your way out of the slump, what a good girl!”

Brushing back some of your hair, Yves loved the tired glare you shot up to him - slowly, unable to process anything faster than a snail. You looked lovely, despite your exhausted, drugged demeanor, even though he knew he’d have to give you a bath soon, you had been out for a few days already. But really, what else could he have done? You weren’t all that happy to move in with him after… well, that one time, he might have upset you a little. It was totally your fault, after all, looking after other men like a common whore, no wonder you made him upset.

So he did the only right thing, introducing you to the new apartment! And when you didn’t agree to stay here with him - in a new city, far from your home, without even recognizing the country you were in - he did what he had to, containing you here. Still, right now, you were perfect. Calm, unable to do much, yet you hadn’t lost that fire in you, even when he went to pick you up from the ground. At least, in your eyes, it was still visible, not so much in your limp body, but that was okay too. 

“Have you been losing weight?” he joked as he splayed you out over his arms, head falling back and arms hanging down limply. Ah, it was a joy to be able to spend time with you like this. He really, truly loved you, despite you always making such a big ruckus and crying whenever he got angry. But it really was nice if your days were so calm and serene, just a shame he had to sedate you for it.

Still, the notice in your change of weight was concerning for him. He didn’t think it would be so prominent after just a few days, but certainly, he would have to make sure you got something into your stomach now that you were awake again. Carrying you out the room back to the hallway, he approached the bathroom a few doors away, kicking open the ajar door with a chuckle. 

Yves noticed your hand lifting a little as he led you inside, but if that was a protest, it was a weak one at that. Lobbing you further into his arm, he readied you to set you down on top of the toilet seat, needing his arms to draw you a bath. But not without brushing over your cheek affectionately and kissing your vulnerable lips for a peck or two. Your expression stayed indifferent and sleepy, but at least imagining your red cheeks did it for him. Sighing blissfully, Yves went to fill the tub with water, making sure it was neither too hot nor too cold, ever so often glancing back at you.

It was nothing new to see you naked, but still, it excited him. 

Taking off your clothes, washing you, dressing you up again later, it was like a dream come true. He had offered to do it for you before, but you had kept on denying wanting him to do it, even though you were probably as excited for it as Yves was. You just were too shy to submit to his pampering, but he was doing what he did in his best interest for both of you, of course. And now that you weren’t really in a state to protest, he’d finally fulfill all of his daydreams.

Humming, he turned the gears of the faucets, dipping his finger into the wet for a second to measure it’s temperature. Grinning, he asked, “How do you like your bath? Cold? Warm? Seething?” giving you a glance over his shoulder. But your eyes didn’t even manage to look into his direction, let alone your head that couldn’t move. You simply slouched there on the seat, waiting ever so patiently for him to return. “Joking, joking,” he chuckled, turning down the temperature to be comfortably warm, yet not enough that it will make you sweat. He had other methods for that in particular.

As the tub filled, Yves pushed himself away from it again, marching over. Admittedly, he always thought it was easier to dress and undress other people, but your unhelpful arms did nothing to assist in getting your shirt off your body. It was frustrating, upsetting even. Whenever he lifted one arm, the other slipped away, never allowing both of them to be in the air. Yves got mildly concerned when he accidentally let go of your one wrist, sending the arm downwards with the force of gravity, the limb falling against the close by washbasin with a loud thud. 

But you just let out a long breath, almost like a sigh, without your lips parting. Yes, it hurt. It hurt so much, you wanted to scream and kick and slap him. But instead, all you could do was lift your sight from his legs to his head, watching him shrug it off. Your arm felt like it shattered, like something heavy had smashed it, but he couldn’t notice it, simply picking it up again despite the immense pain you felt as his fingers wrapped around the skin that just got bruised with the fall, sending you mad in your mind.

“There we go,” he eventually sighed, tossing the shirt aside. More than once had he looked around for scissors, which would have been so much easier. But he had bought you this specific shirt, and you loved it. Even if he could buy you another one - or ten - you had always told him how much you adored wearing it when you looked into a mirror at yourself. It had sentimental value, even he understood that. 

Disposing of your bra was so much easier than the shirt, and hooking his arms under your armpits, he pulled you up in a stand, leaning you against him. Snorting, he shook you a little, but even if you wanted to stand your ground, you were nothing but a rag doll with a lot of real skin. Even though the tub was filling rapidly, Yves took a moment to draw down your arm with his fingers, picking up his hand in his.

It wasn’t a pretty dance, you didn’t follow the steps at all. But with you so light, you were easy to pull along the bathroom floor in a quick waltz, the music graciously added by him as he hummed the tunes. It was only when the water neared spilling over the brim of the bathtub that he made haste to stop it, your body in one arm, the other reaching towards the faucet. Sighing in relief, Yves turned his attention back to you quickly, smiling as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. 

You were still as lovely as you had been on the first date the two of you went on.

Even sedated and unmoving, you still had your grace, and though he wished for this irresistible blush on your cheeks when he touched you affectionately, he stayed patient, knowing it would be back eventually. Yves wouldn’t have exchanged the moment to lean forward and kiss you with any other he could have had in his life. What was it worth if not spend with you by his side? You probably understood it too, after all you two had been through.

After all the times he had helped you out in your life, cared for you, invited you. Yves had made sure you could do whatever you wanted, he only ever asked for you to be with him in exchange. Your refusal had surprised him, even more so when you went after the boy who had tried to take you from him, even confronted Yves about being nothing but a sugar daddy for you. Saying you could never love him and only his money. And you just went along, running after the other like a cheap whore from one man to the next.

“But I forgive you,” he whispered, lips still brushing over yours. “You probably just got cold feet after hearing that we are moving here together. It’s a big step, of course you’d feel scared.”

Perhaps, you had felt a few confused feelings seeing the other guy, one of your oldest friends again after you and Yves had been traveling far away from your home town for so long. That was probably it, and by the look in your eyes, Yves knew that the hatred shining in them was simply a way of showing how devoted you were to him. You’d never direct bad feelings like this towards him, right?

“Bath’s ready!” he announced happily, and it was so much easier to get you out of your pants and underwear than the top parts. This time, he let gravity do what it was good at, just opening up some buttons to have them fall to the floor. For him, it was easy to ignore the swelling on your arm, when he had all of the rest of your body in his sight. Natural beauty, that’s what you were. You didn’t need the clothes or the make-up he bought you, you looked perfect in your skin already, something Yves would always be jealous about as he never felt comfortable without the biggest brands or newest set of clothing on him.

But it was fine. That’s what you were there for anyway, to balance him out. 

Setting you down into the tub, water spilled everywhere. Despite your inner body’s reaction to struggle against the warm wet, for a few seconds, you simply hoped he wouldn’t notice you drowning in it. And for a moment, it looked like it, as you sunk deeper and deeper in it while Yves went and searched for soap or anything fun to add to the water. But since the apartment was so new and he wasn’t exactly the best in maintaining a stable household, his search was without fruition, and he came jogging back with a small, “Oopsie!” as your nose was almost dipping into the liquid too. 

Ah, you loathed the sound of his laughing as he pulled you out again, spilling water everywhere - on him, the ground, your eyes. Now you couldn’t even properly look at him anymore. Despite his failed search, he managed to grab a sponge, and you refused to think about the possibility of that being a cleaning sponge left behind by the apartment cleaning crew and not something to use on a body. “There we go,” he mused, by now merely holding his own conversations without expecting much reaction from you. 

“I went to the store today, and I got you something dazzling. You will be shining - literally!” he teased, and you wished you could have at least rolled your eyes at him. Luckily, your body wasn’t able to process anything yet, so despite feeling like you should be eating and drinking, you didn’t have an outcry for it. Still. Food, water, hygiene products, that’s what you wanted. Not more clothes or, god beware, more diamonds he would put on your tab.

The sponge scratched across your skin roughly as he - how he found, lovingly - rubbed it over it. More pain ensured as he brushed it against your wounded arm, causing you to stiffen despite your limpness. But Yves was undeterred in his mission, continuing to scrub you meticulously clean. You had never expected an action of him so crude as when he shoved the sponge between your legs, your sensitive parts screaming at how roughly they were treated. There really was nothing more you wanted to do but flail and punch him, but even with him not holding you down, it was simply impossible. Frustratingly impossible so. 

But as quick as he had taken an interest in washing you, he lost it again. No one had told him it was quite so demanding to clean a body, and it was a blessing of the heavens that he wasn’t all too much into working anyhow. So tugging the plug on the drain after a long sigh, he announced, “There! All clean!” kissing your forehead before he went to find a towel, leaving you in the tub while the water disappeared. The coldness that fell over you was just one more sign that he was incapable of householding, he didn’t even know how to turn on the heating system, you were sure. 

Just as sure as you were that the moment you could move again, you were to run, far, far away. 

Somewhere Yves wouldn’t even dare to follow you to.

He managed to find a towel, despite you knowing he didn’t even have plates or cutlery in his kitchen because he claimed they were unnecessary, ever since you knew him. It was a tad too short to really fit around you, but Yves seemed to be mostly over wanting to tend to you. It was always his dream that you’d let him do all of this, but secretly, you had always known he couldn’t dedicate himself to pushing through with it, so it came to no surprise when he merely rubbed out the wet from your hair and dried off your skin - while you still sat in the wet bathtub. You had to give him kudos for trying, yet, he did not think things over in the long run. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have gotten a shot of drugs so strong it knocked you out for days from him. 

But it’s how he was. He was always too much in any way. Yves never let other people pay, and liked to smother you in gifts and affections. It had been so lovely at first, finally, someone to care for you, someone who loved you despite you not being rich or being especially blessed with beauty or intelligence. You were the best mediocre he could have found, and yet, he was always there laughing and cheering you on. It was like heaven sent you an angel, but the longer you two stuck together, the more you found out he was a devil sent from your own personal hell.

He was jealous, demanding, manipulative. When you said you wanted to meet other friends, he’s start raging, reminding you of how much you owed him despite you never asking for all his presents and money. You had humored him the first, and the second time, but when your friends started to wonder, you just ignored his texts and went out with them, only for him to come and find you, dragging you away from the people you loved. 

And then he started to apologize when you two got into an argument. He began to tell you about his worries - that you’d leave him, that he’d be alone, that no one could love him - opening up his heart and you… you couldn’t not believe him. But when everything just continued as it was, it just got too much for you. No wonder you’d try to get a chance to flee with your friend when someone who genuinely cared about you opposed the man that thought he possessed you. 

From there everything was just black, you don’t remember what happened after you stripped off your jacket, that Yves held on to, to make a run for it. It was already so late, there wasn’t anyone else around to witness it. If you got knocked out so quickly, all you could do was hope your friend got off better than you. 

“What are you thinking about, Sugar?” he asked, eyes fixated on your face. You weren’t sure if it was a question really, or just him wondering. But you didn’t know if you were showing an expression on your face by now or not, that would prompt him to say that. “I want to hear all about it later!”

Picking you up, his sleeves were soaking wet, making them rub uncomfortably against your body as he carried you off towards the living room. Funny enough, you hadn’t even seen the dimensions of the apartment, and it grew more and more frustrating to not being able to, as your head only moved into the directions Yves made it. You could feel the leather of the couch under your behind as he sat you down, trotting off to get your present.

Discarding of his own clothes, Yves made a quick halt at his closet, masses of clothes hanging inside, too much to find anything specific. Still, he wanted this to be perfect. He wanted to look good for you two, after all, it was a special day. So he chose a dress shirt with a velvet, wine-colored suit to fit him. With some buttons on the collar open, it looked chic, yet, casual. Absolutely perfect for the event about to take place and pleasing to his sense of style too. Winking at himself in the mirror, he walked back towards the living room, your body still slouched on the couch. 

Picking up the little bit of decoration on the dinner table, he brought the candles to the smaller table in front of you, lighting them and bringing his present over. Sitting next to you, he took a deep sigh, smiling as he brought a hand up to your face again, brushing back some wet strands of hair. You felt colder by the minute, but he was indifferent about the feeling of your icy skin against his warm one. Admittedly, it made his touch more endurable, considering it was warming you as the only thing in this cold, damned apartment.

“I know the move shocked you, but I feel like it brings us closer together. Closer to our future even,” he mused, thumb correcting some stray eyebrow hairs that stuck up before moving down, drawing the features of your face. “Our future, the future we wish for, Babe.”

In the future you wished for, you wanted to be far away from him, not together, that much you knew.

“That’s why I think we should make it official.”

A cold sweat broke out over you as you listened to his words, unable to respond or even shake your head. What did he want to make official? Your move? Your relationship? Your dependency on him? It was hard to tell from only his mad loving gaze, your naked body reflecting in his eyes. But whatever it was, it couldn’t be something you wished for either.

Sitting up, he reached for the present, placing your hand on it and looking back up at you. “Go on, unwrap it!” he encouraged you, waiting for two seconds before putting a hand jokingly at his head, letting out, “Oh, I am sorry, how dumb of me,” and laughing. You found his humor to be lacking, his acting too. Pulling the ribbon off, he chuckled over his own joke, opening the box for you and staring into it for a moment in serenity.

“I love you so much,” he mumbled, looking back up at you. “So much, I want to be with you forever.” 

Your eyes glancing down to the box, you could see the sparkles of a wide band of jewelry dripping from his fingers. They only had the candlelight to reflect in them, but with how many they were, it was no surprise that they shone like the sun. Lowering the box, he spread out the choker, holding it so you could see it properly, the diamonds spelling out his name in heavy settings of the jewels. 

You weren’t sure what kind of expression you were making, but Yves chuckled nervously, asking almost shyly, “You like it? I had it made just for you. I hope it isn’t too tight... We couldn’t measure your neck beforehand, I wanted it to be done before you woke up.”

Uninvited, your eyes went to the ends of the necklace that he so graciously moved from side to side, noticing tiny locks embedded at the end that seemed to be a hassle to open up alone. “I take that as a ‘yes’,” he smiled, and you gulped, one of the few reflexes you could muster up. Standing up from his place on your side, he moved around the couch, behind you, the chocker clinking as he put it in only one hand to brush back your hair and pull you up to sit properly.

You could only watch the drape of jewel sinking from your upper field of vision to where you couldn’t see it anymore at all. It came as a surprise that anything could be colder than your body at this point, but the necklace felt like a knife to your throat as he pulled it in place. Without doing it willingly, your throat managed to gasp as Yves pulled together one of five small locks. One after the other managed to snap together, and you could only sit there and feel the air thinning out. “Maybe a little too tight,” he mumbled as he tried over and over to close the last one, eventually having the grand idea of having you stretch your neck so he could finish. 

So even though you already struggled with air, he pulled on your hair, close to your scalp, dragging it to one side and the other until you heard the last click, you breathe hitching as Yves breathed out in relief.

If only you could have mouthed to him that you couldn’t breathe. In your mind, you screamed at yourself to move your head in some way to find a position to breathe in, but you couldn’t. You wished you could have done anything, but all you could was stare at him in horror as he rounded the couch again, squatting down in front of you. With a satisfied expression, he examined his name around your throat, such a stunning way to mark you as his.

“You’re shining,” he noted, and you could feel the oxygen run low in your body, fingers twitching as they wanted to help. “You are so beautiful, I love you so much.” 

Hands on the couch beside you, he pushed himself up, kissing your forehead sweetly, as your mouth opened a little, small gurgles sounding from it. But Yves only chuckled, giving your lip a small smooch too. “I am glad you like it, how about I get us some wine for celebration?” he hummed, and you felt his hand as it dragged over your shoulders while he went to the kitchen to fetch the drink.

“You’ll never forget who you belong to, now,” you heard him sigh blissfully as you blinked a few times slowly, vision blurring as your head bent forward, unable to keep itself up anymore as your strength left. For the first time, you felt your body move in shivers, knowing that you were suffocating while that maniac was pouring him a nice glass of red wine just over at the counter.

Maybe, that’s what it all had led to. That was the cost for you trusting into what you thought was your angel. It was his price tag - and you never should have dared to think about paying for it when you still had the chance.

But at this moment, the only regret you could muster to have was wearing a collar with his name, knowing you’d wear it to the grave if he didn’t notice what was going on soon. You regretted it had to be this thing of all. This damn choker simply spelling out his name:

Yves

#Yves #Yandere!OC #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #Yandere TW

[flowersandskeletons526]

“Broken Noses and Bad Ideas” - Modern AU Glitradora, Part 1

Quarantine is kicking my ass but writing in nice. Enjoy!

----

Glimmer lit a cigarette as she stood over two fallen punks in the alley, blood still trickling from her nose. One of the leather clad idiots groaned but stayed down. Glimmer waited a second to make sure neither were getting up to come after her. When they stayed still, she blew a puff of smoke towards the sky and stumbled out onto the sidewalk. 

Wispy clouds turned orange above her as the sun slipped beneath the skyline, streetlights winking to life and neon signs illuminating the city. The smell of rain hung in the cool air. The lights made colorful, muddled reflections in the puddles scattered across the pavement. Glimmer tuned out the car engines and police sirens, the thudding of footsteps all through downtown, and focused only on the wet concrete beneath her boots. A chilly breeze swept her unkempt hair away from her face. She popped the collar of her jacket to keep the wind off her neck. 

She made her way towards the outer rim of the city, to a tiny shop tucked between buildings. A pink and gold sign that read “Brightmoon Magics” hung above the front windows. Glimmer slipped into the cramped store, locking the door behind her and trudging to the back room. She opened the door to a narrow staircase. 

“Hey, Glimmer!” Adora chirped.

Glimmer yelped and fell back against the door. She groaned, dragging a hand down her face as Adora rose from her seat on the stairs. “Adora, what are you doing here?” she asked. 

“I came in earlier to tidy up while the shop was closed and I needed to talk to you, so I just hung out here until you got back,” Adora explained. Her Letterman jacket was tossed over her shoulder, a few stray locks of hair framing her face and the rest pulled into its usual ponytail. 

“How long have you been waiting?”

“Not long. I had a lot to do.” Adora paused, frowning as she cupped Glimmer’s cheek. Glimmer winced. “Is that blood? Glimmer, what happened?”

Glimmer shrugged and swept past Adora up the stairs. “I got into a fight. It’s nothing.” 

Adora followed. “With who?” 

“I don’t know. I went over to Mermista’s and she had another rager going. Some girl bumped into me, blamed me for spilling her drink, her buddy got loud, all of that. Mermista said she didn’t know who they were.” 

“And they beat you up?”

“No! God, Adora, calm down. You know I never lose a fight.” Heading to the bathroom, Glimmer ran cold water over a rag and held it to her face. “Besides, they barely hit me.” 

“Glimmer.”

“What?” 

“I know you’re lying.”

Glimmer turned, leaning back against the sink as Adora crossed her arms in the doorway. “Adora.” She poked the blonde in the chest and pushed her back. “I’m fine.” 

Adora huffed and trailed after Glimmer as she tossed her jacket onto the table. “Since when do you go to Mermista’s parties?”

“I don’t know, for a while, I guess. I thought you liked Mermista.”

“Well, I do, I just don’t like all the yelling and drinking.”

“You’re a jock. Isn’t that your brand?”

“I’m an athlete, not a frat boy.” 

“Thank God.” 

Adora smiled and sat on the weathered couch. Glimmer flopped over the arm, stretching out and laying her head in Adora’s lap. Adora threaded her fingers through Glimmer’s pink and purple hair, exposing the black roots, and Glimmer smiled up at her. 

“You’ve got to redo your roots soon,” she remarked. 

“I can let it grow out a little more,” Glimmer said. 

“And then you’ll complain about the black showing through.” 

“Yeah whatever.” 

Adora chuckled. Her bright blue eyes sparkled, bright and carefree and happy. Glimmer’s heart twisted with memories of simpler times, and she turned over, facing away from Adora. Adora tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. 

“Hey, I think Bow gets off his shift pretty soon,” Adora said. “Want to call him over and order a pizza or something? We could have a best friend squad movie night like we used to!” 

Glimmer shrugged and closed her eyes as her brow furrowed. “I guess.”

“Or we could do something else? We could go bowling, head to the arcade, go out to eat somewhere. Do you want me to call Bow and see what he wants to do?”

“Adora, you’re doing it again.”

Adora’s hand stilled. “Doing what?”

“You did this right after she died. You try to distract me from it by just ignoring everything and letting it pass by. Please, just… not tonight.” 

Taking a deep breath, Adora sighed and smoothed Glimmer’s hair back from her face. “Am I that transparent?” 

“Like air.”

“That’s fair.” Adora leaned her head back. “I can’t believe it’s only been a year since Angella died. It feels like we’ve been drudging through a decade already trying to deal with this place since then.” 

Glimmer hummed. In reality, she woke up every morning still aching like it was the first day, like she had just come home from class to meet the police on her doorstep. Her stomach coiled into knots as she remembered the night before the accident, how they fought and screamed at each other, how her last words to her mother were words of anger. The memory made her want to puke. 

“Glimmer?” Adora asked. Glimmer looked up. “Do you want me to call Bow?”

“Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, a squad movie night sounds good.” 

“Sweet!” Adora cheered. Glimmer sat up so she could stand, stretching her muscular arms above her head. “What do you want on your pizza?” 

“Pepperoni and extra cheese.”

“Okay, I’ll get one for you and me and a vegan one for Bow.” 

“Sounds good.” 

Glimmer picked her head up out of her hands and tried to relax for the rest of the night. Adora and Bow distracted her with jokes and old ridiculous movies that they used to watch when they first met. It worked, for the most part, dragging her out of her own head and drawing a few genuine laughs from her. She didn’t tell Bow about the fight, or Adora about her secretly continued smoking habit, or either of them about her pounding headache and the guilt weighing her down like cement shoes. Putting on a smile until they left drained what little energy she had left. 

Glimmer gave her friends one last hug as she walked them out. Adora smiled, one hand resting gently on Glimmer’s forearm. “Text us if you need us, okay?” she said. 

“Okay,” Glimmer mumbled. 

“Do you need us to pick up any extra shifts this week?” Bow asked. 

“No, I’ve got everything covered. Thanks, though.”

“Okay, well, we’re here if you need us.” 

“I know.” 

Bow and Adora wrapped her in their arms and held her tight for a few moments before they left the store. Glimmer locked the door and set the alarm. Returning to the apartment, she tossed the leftover pizza in a barren fridge and made an ultimately forgotten note to go grocery shopping. She sat on the edge of the couch with a sigh. 

Her phone buzzed on the table beside her. She groaned, reaching blindly with one hand and holding it up to her ear. “Hello?”

“Shimmer!” Seahawk shouted. “How are you, my friend?”

Glimmer jumped and held the phone away from her face. There was a scuffle in the background, and she heard a crash and Seahawk scream before Mermista’s voice came over the speaker. 

“Alright, he’s gone,” she said as Glimmer held the phone to her ear again. 

“No I’m not!” came his voice in the background. 

“Ugh, go fix your mustache! Sorry, he grabbed my phone.”

“Does he not know my name or is he picking on me again?” Glimmer asked. 

“I think he’s picking on you still. Anyway, Perfuma wanted me to call and check on you. She saw a post about those party crashers getting their asses kicked and thought you did something.” 

“Can people even crash your parties? I thought they were open invitation.” 

“Hey, I am trying to be nice here.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. They followed me and I left them in an alley.”

Mermista laughed, barely more than a huff but the most anyone could get from the queen of blasé. “I told her you’d do worse to them. I mean, Adora would have been breaking down my door if anything actually happened.” 

Glimmer grimaced, forcing a laugh. “Yeah, no kidding.” 

“Alright, so that aside, I’m taking a few people out this Friday. You know Netossa, right? She’s that grad student I was hanging out with a while ago.” 

“Yeah, why?”

“Her wife Spinerella is the manager at the new bar downtown.”

“The Crystal Castle?” 

“Yeah, now listen. Perfuma, Seahawk, and I are already going and wanted to see if your super pal trio or whatever you call it wants to come. They’ve got live music and a great bartender. I’ve heard she’s a little crazy, but cool.”

“It’s the best friend squad.”

“Whatever. Are you in or not?” 

“I’ll ask.” 

“Let me know. Bye.”

“See you.” 

The next morning, Glimmer drudged out of bed to open the shop. Both Adora and Bow had class all day at the state college uptown. Adora was a political science major and star of the track team, the golden child of the entire school. Bow studied engineering and competed on the archery team. 

Before everything, Glimmer was going to follow them and study politics or law or both. Now she could barely get through the online business classes she forced herself to take. 

Glimmer adjusted shelves of crystals and vials of various herbs, dusting off old books and charms. She barely remembered her father, the founder of the store, having only a dusty framed picture in her apartment to remind her of him. Angella, however, she remembered as clear as day. 

She was tall and regal, always dressed in flowy pink and sky blue dresses and dripping in moonstone jewelry. She seemed to float through the store between the cramped shelves and tables. Glimmer never quite understood how she managed to miss all the numerous creaky floorboards in the old building. She remembered Angella’s gentle smile when Glimmer came home raving about some new project, or the first time she brought Adora in looking for a job when the blonde first moved to the city. Glimmer had hung Angella’s portrait behind the front counter, but it wasn’t the same. It did nothing to ease the ache. 

A bell rang as the door opened. Glimmer didn’t look up. “Hey there,” she called. 

“Hey,” said an unfamiliar voice. 

Light footsteps circled the store. Glimmer looked up as they paused behind her. “Can I help you with… anything?” 

A tall, tanned woman stood by a shelf of vials. A mane of wild brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, held back from her face by a crimson band. A bright red tank top left her freckled arms bare, covered in toned, sharply defined muscles. Two gold rings pierced her bottom lip. She wore one gold hoop in her ear, reminding Glimmer of a pirate. Her long nails were painted black, and pale scars marred her knuckles. Bright eyes turned to Glimmer, one blue and the other a deep amber. 

“Burning sage?” she asked. 

Glimmer blinked, returning to her body and waving to a table. “In the corner.” 

She stepped back behind the counter as the woman picked out a bundle of herbs. Setting it on the weathered counter, the woman leaned forward with her arms on the edge, studying Glimmer as she rang her up. Glimmer glanced at the woman and met her eyes. The woman tilted her head, sizing her up, it seemed. Glimmer trained her eyes on the cash drawer. 

“Blessing a new place?” she remarked. 

“Just moved in,” the woman replied. 

“Welcome to the city.” 

“Thanks.” The woman looked around as she took her bag. “Cute little place. I wasn’t expecting to find a place like this here.”

“Do you practice at all?”

The woman shook her head and stood up straight. “Only the sage, and it’s just a bad superstition I picked up.” She smiled, flashing sharp teeth. “Maybe I’ll pop back in to check out the crystals, though. Thanks for the sage.” 

Glimmer nodded. Her eyes followed the woman out of the store until she disappeared down the street. A shiver raced up her spine. The intensity of the woman’s stare stuck with her like a frost frozen on her skin. It wasn’t unnerving, necessarily, but those bright, focused eyes tugged at Glimmer’s mind throughout the entire day. 

By the time Friday came around, Glimmer’s headache had yet to fade. If anything, it was worse. She sat on the couch, dressed in her leather jacket and torn pink jeans, pressing the heels of her hands against the eyes. She considered cancelling until Bow showed up in his favorite tight black crop top, grinning from ear to ear. Glimmer smiled and tried to avoid any bright lights as they headed out.

“So, Adora’s not coming?” he asked. 

“Late night study practice,” Glimmer explained. “She said she’ll be there next time.” 

“Sweet.” Bow touched her shoulder. “Are you okay? I know you’ve been tired lately.” 

“Yeah, of course!” Glimmer chirped. She linked their arms. “Come on, tonight we’re going to have fun and get wasted like real college kids.” 

Bow laughed. “There’s the Glimmer I know!” 

Glimmer forced a laugh and held his arm tighter. 

The bar was loud and hot and dark despite the neon lights everywhere. Mermista and Seahawk were already on the dance floor, and Perfuma caught up with Glimmer and Bow by the bar. 

“I’m so happy you guys made it!” she said as she threw her arms around them. “Come get a drink, the band is going to start in a few minutes.” 

Glimmer and Bow followed the tall hippie through the crowded room. “Who’s playing?” Bow asked. 

“Some new band, I guess,” Perfuma answered. “I think they’re called the Horde but I don’t know. Mermista does.” 

A short woman with impossibly long purple pigtails stood behind the bar. She wore weathered overalls with the straps hanging around her waist, and a pair of red goggles was pushed up on her head. She grinned at them. 

“Bow!” the bartender chirped.

“Entrapta!” Bow said. “Since when are you a bartender?”

“I needed the job to finance my projects. Mixology is technically a science, so it works!” 

“Awesome. Oh, Entrapta, this is my friend Glimmer. Glimmer, this is Entrapta. She’s in my robotics class.”

“Nice to meet you!” Entrapta said. “What can I get you two?” 

“Tequila sunrise,” Bow said. 

“Whisky on the rocks, please,” Glimmer said. 

The band came on just as they got their drinks. While Bow stayed by the bar to talk with Entrapta, Glimmer found a place against the wall to watch the show. Four people were already onstage, adjusting their instruments. The drummer was a burly man with green hair slicked back from his face and scales tattooed on his neck. The guitar player, a stocky woman with an undercut and dreadlocks pinned back from her face, hung back by the drum set. The bass player was a tall, strong woman with a white undercut and red scars up her arms, talking to someone offstage. Tucked off to the side was a pale, scrawny kid on the keyboard. 

Someone stepped onto the stage, and the crowd erupted into cheers. Glimmer’s eyes widened as the strange woman from the shop stood before the front microphone. She opened her arms to the applause, grinning with those sharp teeth and dressed in metal and leather. 

“Hello Etheria!” she shouted. “How is everyone doing tonight?” The crowd cheered, and the woman’s grin widened. “Alright. Let’s get this shit started!” 

The drummer counted them off. The music was heavy but bright, with harsh drums and grungy guitar. They pushed a fast tempo as the front woman grabbed the microphone. Glimmer’s eyes were glued to the woman as she sang. Her voice was low and raspy, and she sang with an explosive fire that set Glimmer’s heart pounding. She hardly listened to the lyrics, just the sound of the woman’s voice as she belted out the notes. 

Glimmer barely noticed when Bow slung an arm around her shoulders. “Aren’t they amazing?” he asked over the music. 

“Yeah, they’re wicked,” Glimmer said. 

The last song finished, and the woman paused for applause, inquisitive eyes scanning the crowd. “You guys have been great tonight,” she said over the cheers. Her eyes met Glimmer’s across the sea of people, and she grinned. “Come back again, we’re here all week.” 

That odd chill settled over Glimmer again as the band left the stage. She nudged Bow. “Hey, I’m going to head home. I’ve got a bit of a headache.” 

“Okay. Let me just say goodbye to Entrapta,” Bow said. 

“No, Bow, stay. You’re having fun. I need a walk anyway.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want you walking home alone.”

“It’s not ten minutes. I’ll be fine. I’ll text you when I get home.” 

“Okay. Be safe.” 

“I will.”

Glimmer sighed as she stepped out into the cool night air. Lighting a cigarette, she rubbed her eyes as she ghosted through the empty streets. The woman was stuck in her head. The sight of her singing was seared on the inside of Glimmer’s eyelids, with her wild hair tossed back from her face and the stage lights a bold red behind her. 

Several pairs of footsteps clicked on the sidewalk. Glimmer turned. The people from Mermista’s party earlier in the week blocked her path, along with two more thugs to bolster their numbers. 

“Hey, you!” one shouted. 

Glimmer cursed. She spun on her heel to run, but they grabbed the back of her collar and flung her back. She managed to punch one in the jaw before they slammed her against a brick storefront. She opened her mouth to scream. The leader sucker punched her. Dazed and bleeding, she let her head hang as the punk laughed. 

“Payback, bitch,” she spat. 

The woman wore heavy jeweled rings. They left little cuts all over Glimmer’s face, breaking the skin through her clothes as the thugs rained blows down on her. She struggled to break free from their grip, but they held her tight against the wall. Blood poured down her face and soaked into her shirt. Her vision began to tunnel. 

Muffled shouting echoed from down the street. The blows paused. Someone screamed in pain, and Glimmer was suddenly dropped to the ground. She heard a scuffle and more screams. Two of the thugs collapsed in front of her while the others bolted down the street. Blood poured from wounds in their back or side, pooling beneath them as they struggled to get away. The unknown attacker stepped over the leader of the gang and kicked her in the face, leaving her there to bleed. 

Bloodstained boots approached Glimmer as her vision faded. The last things she saw before she lost consciousness were hands dripping with red and a pair of bright, focused eyes. 

#glimmer #catra #adora #bow #bow she ra #perfuma #mermista #seahawk #scorpia #lonnie she ra #kyle she ra #rogelio she ra #glitradora #modern au #college au #she ra reboot #She Ra #spop #oh god this is gonna be a long one

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Unraveling at the Seams Pt 2

Genre: Fan Fiction Pairing: Alex Høgh Andersen/OFC, Henry Cavill/OFC Warnings: Language, Sexual Innuendo, Possible NSFW Rating: M Length: Multi Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Well this is going over better than I thought it would. For that, I thank you all :)

thank you @flowers-in-your-hayr for the header :D

Catch Up Here 

“Momma,” The voice stirred through the sea air, rolling in off the Channel like a faint whisper. Nell scrunched her nose, her toes in the cool sand,  surrounded by the tiny grains. “Momma.”

This time of year the bay was beautiful, she remembered her first time seeing it, France to the East and England slightly to the North West. It had to be one of the most beautiful places Nell had ever...

“Momma!” The voice raised, accompanied by a violent shaking. “Mum! Mum!”

“Wha---” Nell groaned trying to roll away from the brutal wake up. Ivan could have at least waited until her alarm went off to wake her. “Ivan, stop.” she held her arm over her face, trying to block out the sunlight from the bay window.

“I need a new bag.” Ivan halted the attack on his sleeping mother. His dark curls a mess of bedhead, his blue eyes bright.

“Why? What happened to the one that you have?” Nell tried to find the time. Blindly grabbing for her phone, she gave in to defeat. Her alarm was due in five minutes, though there was no chance in getting those last five minutes of sleep. Her hair in it's own state of bedhead, she sat up and stretched her arms.

“I can't use it.” Ivan shrugged, standing beside her bed with the blue and red bag in his hand. He'd managed to get dressed, at least. Nell grunted, unable to form any more words at the current second. How she wanted to be back on that peaceful and quiet bay. “Momma.”

“What ever is the problem, my dearest boy?” She was awake now.

“I need another bag.” Ivan huffed. How many times did he have to tell his mother this? She was hopeless before he first cup of coffee. “I don't like this one, anymore.”

“Why?”

“Because nobody at school likes Superman any more. It would be so uncool to have it.” Ivan's eyes were wide and his voice serious. Nell chuckled, kids.

“Then go to your cupboard and get your old one, for today.”

“Okay, but we need to get rid of this. I can't be seen wearing this, ever!”

“Tell your father, he's the one who gave it to you.” Nell scratched the back of her head. Ivan dropped the bag and dashed down the hall. It was too early and Nell was too tired to remind him not to tear his room apart looking for something else.

Finally, the Superman drama causing book bag was replaced with one from the previous year. Nell assumed that since Superman was out, it would be cooler for her son to roll up to his class toting an old Peppa Pig bag. She would never understand kids and their crazes.

Breakfast. Check. Thanks to the blueberry muffins made by Bridie.

Lunches. Check. Shepherd's Pie, apple slices, a granola bar, and orange juice box for both of them.

Work bag. Gym bag. Keys. Coffee. Ivan.

And Nell was out the door.

Mornings like this were hectic to say the least, but they were Nell's favourite. Going into work later was always a bonus, though the real treat was getting to spend the early morning with Ivan. Nobody else there to interrupt them or tell them what or how to do things. It was the best part of the week, aside from Sunday, when Nell had the full day off and they indulged themselves in a late breakfast and an afternoon full of never leaving the couch.

At work Alex hadn't intended to wait for Nell, his schedule had been pushed back, which meant he had a little more time to hang out in the studio. It wasn't as if he had planned to be lingering when she walked into the department.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Alex greeted her before she could register what was going on.

“Uh, yeah. Hi.” Nell gave him a curt nod. “Rayna, can you help me unload those costumes we packed yesterday? I think there are one or two that need to be restitched.”

“Finished, sweets.” Rayna replied with a knowing smile and a wink.

The young actor had been following Nell around for too long, it was about time he got his due. At the very least, Rayna could help him get in a proper conversation with her colleague. It was less than a minute to her break, handing Alex a box of pins, Rayna instructed him to wait for Nell.

Settling into work, Nell ditched her bags and grabbed the folder she needed to begin mapping out the next round of costumes. Damn Rayna. Nell heard her tell Alex that she was leaving. Smooth on her friend's part. Taking her sweet time, Nell moved at a glacial pace. Small talk and nosy people were two things she wanted to avoid at all costs.

“Nell?” Alex poked his head around the door. “Ray said...”

“I heard.”

“Oh. Do you need any help?” He leaned against the door frame, his smile doing the best to charm the designer. His hair twisted into a bun, waiting for his hair and make up call, to transform him into whatever version of Ivar that they wished to create today.

“No thanks.” Nell shook her head. “You don't have to stand here, you know. I'm sure you have better things to do.”

Resting against the door, as if holding it upright, Alex's nose crinkled. “I am waiting for the call, I really don't have anything else to do.”

“Huh.”

On a typical day Alex would be nowhere to be found, while waiting for a set call. Like the other actors sleeping, reading, or generally goofing off was how he tended to spend his time. As of late he was choosing to spend more and more time in the costume department.

He watched Nell move around, gathering this piece or that, piling them up on a table at the end of the room. Whether she was conscious of it or not, her hips swayed to the music in her head, while she began to work. Her full attention set on the task at hand, she did an excellent job at ignoring Alex.  

The drawings on the paper before her had Nell's full attention, it was one of the bigger pieces, taking weeks to create and it still had fine details to be finished. It would be worn in the second half of the season, the actress it had been made for would look even better than Nell had imagined when this piece had begun. Her nimble fingers worked over a piece of costume, checking the stitching inch by inch. Alex had never sat and watched all the detail going into the clothing he wore day after day, while in character.

Such effort and care.

Nell could feel the steel blue eyes following her around the room.

He was tenacious, to say the least. There weren't many men his age who would stand that quiet and patiently. As awkward as Nell should find this, having Alex watching her felt familiar in a way. His presence reminded her of another time in her life, when another young actor had worked this hard to gain her attention.

This time she was going to be smart. Humor Alex with some chatting, rewarding him with a smile,  and nothing more. No longer was Nell going to swayed by gorgeous blue eyes and a flashy smile.

Alex was never quiet this long, strangely Nell liked him this way. His chatter was too much sometimes, despite him meaning well by it. She knew that he assumed she hated him. Yes, he annoyed her, never intentionally. What annoyed her was what he reminded her of, not him directly.

Shifting to prevent his leg from going to sleep, Alex stayed quiet and watched. He'd never noticed that Nell moved with absolute grace or that she had a small tattoo behind her left ear. At that he began to feel a tiny bit creepy.

“I may go get a drink, would you like anything? Coffee?”

“Uh,” Nell glanced up, catching Alex's eye. He was rather cute, standing there in half in his costume, looking like a lost puppy. “Scotch?” Nell's laugh was easy.

“I don't have any of that here, otherwise I would gladly share.” Alex winked. He liked her laugh. Was it too bold to tell her that?

“Unfortunate for us.” Nell joked. “Since there is no scotch, I'll take a coffee. Please. Black one sugar.”

Mock saluting, Alex grinned widely. “One coffee, black, one sugar on the way.”

Hearing that Alex and Nell had some easy interaction would surely please Rayna all while fueling her imagination.

She had told Nell more than once to enjoy the attention. He was young, handsome, generous, and could still be taught a thing or two where it would count. Each time, Nell would laugh trying to escape the conversation. Alex would soon move on, the second he found someone else to fawn over. He was young and handsome, women his age would eat that up in a second.

A handsome, sweet nature, generous actor was a recipe for disaster. Nell learned that first hand and would not, under any circumstances, go back there. She had been down that path and while it had left her with Ivan, she wasn't up for a second round.

“Coffee.” Alex held out the cup. “And!” he held out a package of chocolate chip cookies, tearing open the top he offered the first choice of the two cookies to Nell. “I grabbed these right before Marco, lucky score.”

“Well now I feel bad, poor Marco. What is he going to do?” Nell bit into the cookie.

Snickering, Alex shrugged. His friend would get over it.

“Don't you hate days like this?” Nell wondered out loud. “The slow days where nothing is happening, I hate waiting.”

“It's not my favourite, it's part of the job I guess.” Alex replied sipping his coffee and taking a bite of his cookie. “I'm not patient.”

“Neither am I,” Nell admitted. “Though being a mom has helped that.”

Alex swallowed his cookie and took another sip of coffee. After yesterday, he didn't want to step on any toes by discussing Nell's son.

“I don't...I don't know if I could do that.” Alex gently moved the conversation along. “Parenting must be a tough job. I can barely look after myself, it's why Marco lives with me.”

“I felt that way, at first. Especially after...”

“Right,” Alex wiped the crumbs of the cookie off of him. Sheepishly grinning at Nell. “I have to go find out what is going on for my shoot. If you're around later, how about we get together for another coffee?”

Saving her from going down a road that seemed rather personal for work, Alex crinkled the cookie package in his hand.

“Hmm,” Nell wrinkled her nose. “Not going to happen, sorry. Ivan will be here after school and I am off early.”

“Maybe tomorrow? Or Monday?” Alex was wishful that she would take his offer. He felt as though Nell had chatted with him to be polite or because she was bored, whatever he would take this as a personal win. If he had balls, he'd ask her for coffee over their days off.

“We'll see.” Nell smiled softly, her eyes creasing gently in the corner. She had stunning eyes.

“Until then, enjoy your shitty coffee. And good luck with all this work.” Alex waved backing out of the door.

He had accomplished a nearly impossible task today and it left him feeling invincible.

Lost in her work, time began to slip away. Deep in her element, Nell hadn't bothered to look at a clock since Alex had left. She knew it would soon be time for Ivan to come, a excitement began to bubble. Her son loved hanging out at work with his mother, his mood would change the older her got. Until then, Nell would take full advantage of the time he wanted to spend around his mother. Even if he did it because of how cool  it was to see people battling one another with swords?

“Nell, visitor.” One of the ladies who worked as a various runner knocked on the door. Nell's head jerked up, a smile on her face.

“Thank you,” Nell dropped everything she was doing to meet Bridie and collect Ivan.  Thanking their nanny and waving her off, the duo headed back inside. The afternoon warmth was welcomed on the other hand, the air conditioning was nicer.

“How was school?” Nell ruffled Ivan's hair and hugged him to her side.

“Long.” Ivan rolled his eyes, leaning into his mother. “Can I play with your phone?”

“Slow down, wild boy.” Nell eased. “You can, but if there is any school work it has to be done first. Go on, I will clear a space for you.”

“No school work.” Ivan beamed proudly. “I got a gold star today and don't have any.”

“Such a smart boy.” Nell held open the door for her son to pass through. “Give me a second, I will get you a spot to hang out and play games.”

“Okay.”

Ivan's quest for a game to play was sidetracked, when he stepped inside to find the familiar man hanging out, waiting like every one else seemed to be today. Bouncing the rest of the way across the room, Ivan greeted his friend. Calling to his mother. “Mum, I don't need to play a game right now.”

“Ivan!” Jordan cheered, his laugh coming in a growl. “How've ya been, buddy?”

Jordan and his girlfriend lived in the townhouse across the courtyard from Nell and Ivan. Having met Jordan at work with his mother; Ivan would sometimes join the actor in games of basketball on the small court behind their complex. On Saturdays, providing there was nothing else going on, Jordan would invite Nell and Ivan over to watch whatever football match was on. Jordan and Ivan would sit in front of the tv yelling and cheering, while Nell and Sophie ignored the chaos and spent time gossiping about this and that.

“Good, I guess. Ms. Inglewood has been giving a lot of homework.” The seven year old groaned, flopping down on the chair next to the actor. “Mountains of it!” His eyes were wide. “But not today.”

“Ah, all part of the school game, little man.” Jordan clasped a hand over the boy's small shoulder. “Tell me what you've been learning about.”

Nell snickered, pulling a rack of pants from the large cupboard behind the chairs, Ivan had been complaining for the last two weeks about this very subject. Jordan had opened a can of worms.

“Vikings.” Ivan replied in discontent.

“Well, look at that!” Jordan's enthusiasm was about to be squashed. He nudged the boy in the arm, smiling. “You must be at the top of the class, then?”

“No.” Ivan mumbled, folding his arms across his chest. “Ms. Inglewood has it all wrong and when I tell her that, she gets mad at me.”

“What do you mean?”

“She knows nothing about Vikings! It's all big and hairy men, wearing hats with horns, and how they were big bullies.” Ivan huffed, turning in his seat, he grasped the armrest, leaning over into Jordan's face. “She's crazy and not a very good teacher!”

“Hmm,” Jordan pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. “Do you tell her that she's wrong, often?”

“Every day!” Ivan nodded firmly. He'd sat back a few inches, giving Jordan room to turn and face him.

“Maybe that's why she's always mad?”

“But she's wrong!” Ivan argued. “Wrongggg, Jordan, wrong!”

“So, the next time she is wrong, try being nice. Rise your hand and politely explain how what she is saying, isn't true.” Jordan offered the solution.

“Ugh.” Ivan sat back on his chair. “She won't listen to me, but...” He smirked. “She might listen to an adult.”

Nell listened to the conversation, no matter what Jordan said Ivan would try his best to get his own way. The little boy had a charming smile and those dazzling blue eyes, it was difficult for adults to deny him. A charm his father had as well. If he grew up to be like his father, the world was going to need some help handling them both.

“Buddy, I'm not sure that I'm the right guy to talk to your class. I don't now much about Vikings, I just pretend to be one.” Jordan shrugged, standing to finish putting on his costume. He had spent enough time with the boy to know how to deflect that charm. “Why don't you see if your mum can't help you find someone else?”

“But you're my best friend. And adult girls like you.” Ivan continued to argue. The various people in the room getting a chuckle, as the little boy tried his best to convince the actor. “Please.”

“Okay, Ivan, enough.” Nell cut in, running her hand through his hair. “Jordan has to get to work. We can discuss this later, let him go.”

“Mummm.” Ivan whined, ducking away from her. “I need someone to talk to Ms. Inglewood. Otherwise, she's going to produce a bunch of morons.”

“Ivan! Language!” Nell scolded her son. “Lets give this a rest, why don't you go see what they're doing in make up? I'll be right over with the rest of today's costumes.”

“Fine.” Ivan grumbled, sliding out of the chair. “But someone needs to talk to this woman. Where's Mr. Peter? He knows a lot about Vikings right?”

“Go and leave him alone, too!”

@funmadnessandbadassvikings​ , @kawennote09​, @smutgoblin​ , @nickysurfer28​ , @peaceisadirtyword​, @igetcarriedawaywithyou​ , @lif3snotouttogetyou​, @akamaiden​ @angelaiswriting​, @neeadinghugs​, @thoughtsmeander2tumblingblindly​, @ilvebeenabad​ , @naaladareia​, @imgoldielikehawn​ @tephi101​, @sdcyumyum​ @unacceptabletatertots​, @sparklemichele​ , @titty-teetee​ , @smolasianwinterbean​ , @capitanostella​ , @captstefanbrandt​ @bloodyivar​  , @normanallthewayforever​  , @blackcoffeeandgreenteaforme​ , @imyourliquor-youremypoison​ , @nikky-the-writer​  , @seremedyxiii​ , @laketaj24​ , @deleteidentity​ , @tornupandbored​ , @hoeghfabulous​ , @ateliefloresdaprimavera​  , @mydarlingwhim​ , @kenzieam​ , @jar-of-love​ ,  @angelswannawearmyredshooz​ , @manuugxlvis​  , @lost-in-my-thoughs , @ivars-snowflake​ , @lisinfleur​ , @fumblingthroughchaos​ @pebblesz892 , @nelson-and-murdock​ , @nothingeverdies, @bluearchersstuff  @itsspecial-itsnotforeveryone, @ivarlothbroks, @badassbaker  @cris101071 @fucktrucks @ohjules @mrsadrianraines  @angelic-kisses13 @marthasantos95 @atlanticowe @hows-my-hair @omgshuddupmeg @moviegirl50 @havenoffandoms @gearhead66 @happydaysandersen @rekdreams-fandom @lovemylife2618 @supernaturalvikingwhore @heavenly1927 @zoe-rachel-crisp @blogandreea11 @shileen91 @geekandbooknerd @mzliterarydreamer @youbloodymadgenius @ainatirb-j @carlya65​

- if you want to be added?removed, please let me know

#unraveling at the seams #alex høgh andersen #alex høgh imagine #alex hogh fanfiction #Alex Høgh Andersen x ofc #Alex Høgh Andersen fanfiction #henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill fanfiction #ivar's heathen army

[sparrowstrikewrites]

Flaming Oven Character Study Part 1

Naruto Uzumaki (age 9) and Iruka Umino (age 23)

The oven’s on fire because Naruto doesn’t know how to use it, so it’s basically a cupboard in his mind and Iruka never thought to check whether there was anything in the oven before preheating.

Little Naruto’s response: “I don’t think this is how oven’s work, but I don’t know enough about oven’s to argue.”

Iruka’s response: “I didn’t sign up for this. I’m not getting paid enough for this-- wait, I’m not at work, I’m not getting paid.” *Puts out fire and walks away* “Nope. Not fixing this. Throw the whole house out.”

Iruka first started to wonder when Naruto showed up for class in a rumpled shirt. It didn’t smell, but was the sort of rumpled that implies it was fished out of the laundry basket. Naruto was only 7 and kids that age like to dress themselves but lack any and all common sense, so he brushed it off.

Iruka started to get suspicious when Naruto showed up for class with a fever and a cough that shook his whole little body. The 8 year old staggered into class, dropped into his seat, laid his head down on the desk, and was out in seconds. Iruka had to shake him awake and send him to the nurse’s office propped up between Kiba and Shikamaru.

The nurse let Naruto sleep in her office until lunch time and then she sent him home with fever tablets and a cough suppressant. She told Iruka not to worry. Kids this age were basically germ factories.

Iruka started asking questions when the week before the annual physicals, he found Naruto eating raw carrots and broccoli. The kid was going to town like he was starving and the vegetables were some sort of delicacy, but his face said he was doing his best not to cry or puke.

“How’s lunch?” Iruka asked.

Naruto stared up at him with a fading black eye and sighed like he was weary of the world at only 9 years old. “Horrible, but I read you’ve got to eat vegetables to grow.”

Iruka snorted. Naruto was a good 2 inches shorter than the other boys in the class and like all kids his age, it was a sore point. 

“I don’t think cramming in vegetables before your physical is going to make much of a difference,” Iruka teased. “You really can’t cram for stuff like this.”

Naruto stared down at the half eaten head of broccoli in his hand. “Well, after last year, the nurse already told me she was going to check my shoes for padding, so this was kind of plan B.” He then took another sad bite of the broccoli. “Iruka-sensei, why are vegetables both expensive and disgusting?”

Iruka shrugged. “They’re not that expensive and I think they taste better cooked.”

“They’re more expensive than instant ramen and I guess some of them tast okay if you put them in the ramen, but the flavors don’t always go together.”

Iruka laughed. “You really need to eat something other than ramen.”

“I don’t know how to cook anything else. Except rice, but it always boils over and then I have to clean the stove and if I clean the stove, I don’t have time to do laundry,” Naruto lamented.

Iruka’s face fell and a dozen questions crowded his tongue. “Do you always cook and do the laundry?”

Naruto nodded. “There’s no laundry fairy.” He grinned up at Iruka like he’d said a great joke. “I also vacuum and dust and scrub the bathroom, but not as often as I should. There’s not enough hours in the day, you know?”

Iruka looked like he’d been slapped. “Yeah, I know.” There was a pile of laundry sitting in the corner of his little apartment that needed done. He’d eaten out for the last week, because there wasn’t time to go grocery shopping. The spider in the corner of his windowsill had been there long enough that Iruka had given it a name. But those were adult problems. 

Naruto wasn’t grinning anymore. He mirrored Iruka’s frown and tried to figure out what he’d said wrong.

“Hey, Naruto, would you like to learn to cook some more stuff?” Iruka asked.

Naruto’s grin returned.

---

Iruka arrived at Naruto’s apartment (he’d found the address in Naruto’s school records, because the kid was horrible at giving directions) a little after 5 that evening with an armload of groceries. 

The hairs on the back of Iruka’s neck prickled as he got close. He could feel Naruto’s chakra, the Fox’s chakra. 

Iruka shoved aside his unease and pasted on a smile. Naruto was not the Fox and Iruka refused to treat them as one and the same.

Naruto was watching the street and came jogging down the stairs to help carry everything up to the third floor where he lived.

Iruka surveyed the little loft while Naruto ransacked the bags of groceries. The only decorations on the walls were a small child’s drawings. The bed was made, a bit rumpled and crooked, but an obvious effort had been made. A few well-worn plush were neatly set up on the bed, because of course that would be a kid’s priority. The dirty clothes were mostly contained to a not quite overflowing laundry basket. A couple shirts that Iruka recognized as Naruto’s favorites were laid out on the floor to dry and a bucket of soapy water was sitting by the laundry basket, waiting for the next load.

It wasn’t a bad space, but it confirmed Iruka’s suspicions. There was only one person living here. There’d only been one person living here for a long time. 

Iruka closed his eyes. He’d been on his own for a long time, too. After he lost his parents, his Aunt and Uncle gave him a room in their house. They kept him fed and clothed until he made chuunin and he could support himself. They never tried to fill the void his parents’ left, but he was still grateful to them. Naruto didn’t even have that.

“I brought stuff to make a casserole. It’s really easy and I think you’ll ike it because all the vegetables are hidden under a bunch of cheese and potatoes,” Iruka said.

Naruto set down the green pepper he was suspiciously sniffing and nodded.

“First, we start preheating the oven…”

Iruka showed Naruto how to layer the food in a big glass dish. 

Naruto kneeled on a barstool to see the countertop and chattered the whole time.

Neither of them noticed anything amiss until the smoke alarm over the stove started to beep.

Iruka turned around to see black smoke billowing out of the oven door.

“Is that supposed to happen?” Naruto asked. “I’ve never used the oven.” He looked up at Iruka curiously, not yet concerned.

For 3 heartbeats, Iruka just stared. DO NOT PANIC! he ordered himself. DO NOT PANIC AND SCARE NARUTO!!!!

“Laundry water,” Iruka stammered at last. His voice was surprisingly level. 

Naruto cocked his head to the side and frowned.

“Take the clothes out of the washing bucket and bring me the water,” Iruka repeated. His voice was just a little higher pitched than normal and his hands twitched at his sides, unsure what exactly to do.

Naruto jumped off the stool and did as he was told.

Iruka grabbed the oven mits off the counter, turned off the oven, and, when Naruto reappeared with a bucket of soapy water, Iruka yanked the oven door open and chucked the whole bucket inside.

The mess inside steamed, sputtered, and smelled awful-- like burning plastic and garbage.

Iruka gagged and turned to Naruto. “What was in there?”

Naruto ran a hand through his hair and winced at the smouldering mess. “I don’t know. Junk I don’t use and the garbage can. I keep it there so I don’t have to look at it all the time.”

Iruka refilled the bucket from the sink and dumped it in the oven again. The fire was good and out, but the whole apartment skunk horribly and the kitchen area was covered in a fine layer of soot. 

“Let’s go to Ichiraku. I’m buying.”

Naruto whooped and bolted for the door to put on his shoes.

Iruka just stared at the ruined oven and shook his head. This is like the adult version of microwaving the instant noodles without water, only worse. The place would need scrubbed and aired out. Naruto would need a new stove and some place to stay for a few days.

“Before we go, why don’t you throw some clothes in a bag. You should probably not sleep here until I can get this cleaned up,” Iruka told Naruto. 

“Can I stay with you, Iruka-sensei?”

“Yup. And we’ll try cooking lessons again tomorrow.”

Naruto laughed and beamed. “I’ve never had a sleepover before. If I knew all it took was a flaming oven, I would have set that thing on fire a long time ago!”

Iruka laughed too then. It was either laugh or cry and he didn’t want to cry in front of Naruto.

A one night sleepover became a week. Bit by bit, Naruto’s things materialized in Iruka’s apartment. Iruka taught Naruto how to make katsudon, casserole, and ramen from scratch that they both agreed wasn’t quite as good as Ichiraku Ramen.

No one questioned the change when Naruto came to school everyday in clean clothes with a balanced lunch. Or when he suddenly was completing his homework and no longer napping during the day.

Iruka still had a pack of dust bunnies under his bed and Kuro-chan was paying rent in dead flies from the windowsill, but the laundry in the corner didn’t pile up anymore. Laundry was Naruto’s favorite chore, especially since Iruka’s apartment building had an electric washer and dryer in the basement.

Iruka did his grading from the kitchen table now. Naruto sat across from him and did his homework after dinner. 

At 10, Iruka steered the kid to the little office turned bedroom. The bed was sloppily made, but a handful of well loved plush were carefully arranged by the pillow and Naruto thought it was the best bedroom in the world.

---

Dear Esteemed Hokage-sama,

I am writing to you in regards to Uzumaki Naruto’s living situation. His apartment is currently uninhabitable. There was a small kitchen fire (absolutely not Naruto’s fault), but it was sufficient to fill the small apartment with smoke. I take full responsibility for the situation and have taken Naruto back to my apartment. He will stay there as long as need be. It could easily be a couple months at least. The oven will need replaced and the smoke probably sunk into the drywall, so all of that will need to be ripped out and replaced. I did some research, and with the age of the building, there could be asbestos in the walls, so the demolition isn’t something that can just be done willy-nilly…

Hiruzen set the letter down, it rambled on for another page and a half, and picked up a pen.

Iruka,

If you are comfortable with the arrangement, I agree it’s best that Naruto stay with you indefinitely. Please endeavour to avoid any further incidents. Children are impressionable and have enough of an affinity for fire as it.

-Hiruzen Sarutobi

#naruto #iruka #another adoption AU #one shot #character study #slice of life #in honor of my flaming oven #mine

[chilly-me-softly]

What about for the ‘James son one’. Some months pass by and everything goes good etc & y/n gets pregnant as they have been trying for a baby (as they want a love child of their own) and when they announce it to Jake, he kind of throws a tantrum as he doesn’t want another baby in the house as he doesn’t want be replaced and stuff. Maybe it ending in an argument between him and James at first & Jake comes stand by your bed in the middle of the night crying while apologizing. I trust u on this 💙

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Jake turned four last month, the little party with his schoolmates was exhausting but the happiness on the child’s face during the day you’ll never forget.

That night, when you put him to bed, you stayed to watch him sleep a few more minutes than usual. He was growing up so fast and every day he looked more and more like James.

“Imagine how cute it would be if he had someone close to his age to play with” you always wanted a sibling, someone to share your times with, someone to blame for the jokes, fighting over stupid things but having those moments of sweetness that make you not want to kill him…

“Yeah” James’ hand on your back suddenly stops and makes you lift your head out of his chest to look at him, “Wait… you want a baby?”

“You don’t?” you ask with a slight smile, “I mean, Jake’s four now, the house is quiet enough when he’s not around. And I’d love to have a baby of our own, James”

“Look, I know you didn’t have a good experience with Jake. Although you raised him wonderfully, I know it was hard to do it alone, and I don’t want to force you. Just know that when you’re ready, I’m ready”

“God (Y/N) I love you so much” he draws you to him to leave a kiss on your lips, his voice broken by emotion.

“So that’s a yes?” he giggles on your lips before nodding. “Yes, let’s make another baby”

You kiss each other for what’s a whole minutes before James breaks off and puts a thumb on your lips, “I wanted to talk to you about something too. A couple of things actually”

Curiosity takes over as he rolls over on his side to pick up something in the drawer of his bedside table and you rest your back against the headboard of the bed. A folder is placed on your legs and you look at James before you take it in your hands and read something.

It’s a paper to fill out, the bold writing at the top immediately catches your attention and your eyes fill up with tears. “You want…”

He nods, “And so does Jake. We talked about it and I tried to explain more or less what it all meant to him and he really wants you to officially be his mom”

“I- wow, I-I don’t know what to say. Give me a pen” you giggle as you wipe those tears that are wetting your cheeks and take a deep breath. Your hand shakes as your eyes look where you need to sign, but you think of something once you take the cap off the pen.

“Wait, shouldn’t we be married for me to adopt Jake?”

“That’s the other thing I wanted to talk to you about” your eyes follow his movements as he takes a little box out of the same drawer as before.

“Oh my god James” your hand goes to cover your mouth in disbelief, your heart beats so fast, too much excitement for one day.

“I’ve had this ring for weeks, trying to find the best time. But then I thought all the moments I spend with you could be, because with you everything is special”

“And I’m not asking for Jake, I mean he’s one of the reasons, but I’ve been dreaming of seeing you in a white dress practically since Jake called you mom at the stadium that day. You’re a special person and I’d really like to call you my missus as soon as possible”

“You’ve already convinced me without opening your mouth” you put your hand under your eyes to give you a demeanour, “but damn James Maddison, I love you so much”

“So that’s a yes?” he copies your words from earlier while you giggle and nod, “Yes, I want to marry you James Maddison”

With trembling hands he puts the ring on you and then you kiss, your tears mix with his and you can’t stop giggling every here and there.  "Can you be quiet?“ he murmurs on your lips before putting his hands under your shirt, too happy and too much adrenaline flowing through your bodies not to end the evening the way it ends.

So here you are three months later, in the middle of wedding preparations and a hyperactive kid who wants to have his say on it - you won’t turn your wedding into another birthday party anyway.  The morning after that eventful evening, he had somehow spotted the ring on your finger and ran to hug you, almost risking throwing you down for the surprise, screaming that you were going to be his mom. And you cried again, the wave of emotion still too fresh to think about it and not do it.

You haven’t even put your feet on the ground yet, but you already know it’s going to be a bad day.Your stomach rebels as soon as you move and you only have time to get to the toilet before throwing up. The sudden movement wakes up James who is immediately by your side caressing your back while you are rejecting practically only bile because you haven’t had time to eat anything.  

"There’s this virus going around, half of Jake’s class got it” James makes you go back to bed after you’ve brushed your teeth and tucks you in before getting Jake ready for kindergarten and get home as fast as he can in case you need him.

You eat little or nothing during the day, and when Jake comes home, he snuggles up to keep you company. You fall asleep stroking his hair and it goes on for days, morning sickness and tiredness even though all you do is sleep.

James starts to worry, at this point it is obvious that it is not a trivial flu and decides to take you to a doctor, who gives you the good news. You’re around six weeks pregnant.

You can’t believe it, you had put the baby idea aside at least until after the wedding and yet here you are in that doctor’s office, the ultrasound machine in front of you with what is your child on the screen.

You are over the moon and keeping it hidden is hard, you try to apply some method against nausea that you read online and sometimes you succeed. Sometimes you find yourself having to explain to the concerned child that it’s just the flu. You want to wait until you get out of the first trimester before you tell anyone, before telling Jake.

“Should we postpone the wedding?” you ask James one night when Jake’s been asleep for hours and you’re on the couch watching a movie. Your little belly covered by James’ hand while you’re leaning on him.

“What do you mean?”

“Waiting for the baby to be born?” he leaves a kiss on your head, waving his thumb on your belly.

“It’s two months away, how long will you be… six months by then?” you nod slightly, “It’s your call to make, you’re carrying this little creature inside you and only you know what’s best for both of you”

“No James, I don’t have to marry myself. So, what do you want?” you look up at him, a smile is opening up on his face.

“I was already imagining you and me and Jake and this little guy sharing our day together. As a family”

You stretch out to give him a tender kiss on the lips, “I guess I’ll have to make some changes to my dress then”

Telling Jake is perhaps the hardest thing of all, you’re nervous and you didn’t think giving out such good news would make you vomit at any moment. The time had come, your belly was starting to notice and soon you couldn’t hide it from anyone.

James just got back from picking Jake up from practice and you’re sitting on the couch waiting for them. You exchange a look with James and after greeting the kid, you both make him sit in front of you.

“So Jakey, your daddy and I have something to tell you”

“Okay” the baby looks at you smiling and you two look at each other for a moment before James nods slightly.

“In a few months you’ll have a little brother” silence falls in the room, the smile on the baby’s face slowly disappears and his lower lip starts to shake visibly.

“Jakey, hey what’s going on?” you ask worriedly as you get up from the couch and go crouch down in front of him but he quickly breaks away from your grip making you lose your balance and you’re down before you can realize it.

“(Y/N)! Oh my God, are you okay?” James is right next to you while your eyes are still on the little boy, his little red face and tears in his eyes have their effect on you as you find yourself crying.

“Jake, go to your room” James orders him as he tries to calm you down but the baby slams one foot on the floor, “No!” he screams in tears.

“Now!” he yells at James and you’re so surprised just as much as Jake and James himself, the baby bursts out crying even louder running into his room and slamming the door.

When you go to check on Jake a few hours later, he’s asleep. On his cheeks you can still see the path of his tears and your heart tightens because at four years old you don’t have to fall asleep after crying and above all you don’t want to be the cause of so many tears.

You close the door and sigh, meeting James’s eyes, who has been absent since he raised his voice against his son. You go to hug him and he sighs, “I thought he’d be happy”

“Me too love, me too”

“I didn’t want to yell at him, but when I saw you on the ground I-”

“James” you shush him by catching his face in your hands, “Unfortunately it happens, it’s part of being a parent. He won’t love you any less because you raised your voice a little bit, all right? It will be fine” he looks down sighing and you go down to the kitchen and make dinner.

James is ready to take him by force when the kid refuses to come down to eat, but you’d rather not do any more damage that night and take him away from going to his room to drag him there. Going to bed without dinner never hurt anyone.

You go to bed with a heavy chest that night, neither of you fall asleep until late giving in to sleep only when you can no longer keep your eyes open.

A sob suddenly catches your attention, and it takes you a while to focus on the image of Jake rubbing his eye with one hand in front of you. You jerk taking him in your arms right away and rocking him, he wraps his arms around your neck tightly and letting the tears soak your neck.

A light comes on from James’ side while “Did I hurt you?” asks the child still in the same position. And you look at James for a second before you shake your head, “No honey, I’m fine”

“But I want to know why you’re not happy”

“You’ll love him more, he’s yours!” cries the baby in sobs and a tear slips from your eyes before James takes Jake in his arms.

“Hey JM listen to me, you will always be our first child. Nothing and no one can ever replace you, is that clear? No one will treat you any differently and no one will love you any less, you’ll be the greatest big brother ever. Yeah? Will you help me and mommy with your little brother?” he nods sniffing while James leaves a kiss on his forehead.

“You’re my boy too Jackey. Don’t ever forget that”

Part 5 - Part 6

#thank you anon #james maddison #james maddison blurb

[chuuguins]

spare facts about ur small town oc's ? 🤲

ahhh ok!!!! thank uuuuu!!!!

archie fairchild

comically clumsy. he’s injured himself more times than he can count, often in ridiculous ways. he always has a good laugh about it. he’s broken more bones than all of his friends.

all of his siblings are named after comic book characters as well! his sister is named pepper and his brother is named banner (his parents thought bruce was to dull as a name). the family has two cats named betty and veronica as well.

archie loves to draw, but he’s not very good at it. it’s just something he does for fun. it’s why he started doodling on people’s takeaway cups.

despite his parents (and his name) archie doesn’t read comic books. or watch riverdale. any jokes or references just go over his head.

a social butterfly! even if he doesn’t have plans that day, archie will walk around town or go to the beach and catch up with whoever he runs into. he likes to keep busy and have company.

developed a smoking habit due to his inability to say no to people. at high school parties he would accept cigarettes whenever they were offered and now it’s just a thing. rosa and pepper probably both tell him off for it.

his front tooth is chipped and he can’t remember how it happened.

ash kang

ash is a pretty skilled athlete, but he never had much interest in it. especially team sports. he hates team sports.

when it comes to tattoos, he has no impulse control. now that he’s back in town he is a regular customer at renegade ink. some of his tattoos don’t even make sense or are just plain ridiculous.

he absolutely loves music. it’s one of the few things that gets him genuinely excited and fired up. he is always going to gigs both in town and out of town.

may or may not have a different date for every day of the week.

a major smooth talker. very good with his words. ash was actually pressured into joining the debate team when he was still in school and made sure they never lost.

he kept almost no contact with his parents when he left town. just a couple of texts to let them know he was okay. his father is still very angry with him for this, while his mother just wants to move past it.

always looking for a fight. physical or otherwise.

bee hwang

has definitely rejected a boy and flat out told him it was because he isn’t as pretty as tamaki from ouran high school host club.

ever since she was fifteen, bee has been saving for her dream trip to japan. she used to put away part of her allowance and now she puts away part of her weekly paycheck from working at the arcade.

sailor moon and fruits basket are the shows that really got her into anime.

bee founded a town anime club in her second year of high school. they meet once or twice a week and host events such as cosplay contests, anime screenings and game nights.

she is a big vocaloid fan.

an avid dating sim player. huniepop is the game that helped her realise she was bi. she has one hundred percent cosplayed tiffany, kyu and momo but nobody had any idea who she was.

her style is definitely eccentric. she tries all sorts of different things and loves experimenting with fashion and makeup. of course her go to is j-fashion though. like...of course it is.

bee’s top five anime: fruists basket, ouran high school host club, madoka magica, clannad and anohana. but she struggles to choose honestly.

gracie lee

gracie has a tattoo of a black rose on her hip bone that she got without her parents knowledge or permission.

her best friend is named grace and the two of them used to deliberately confuse people by pretending they called them the wrong name. “rude! i’m not gracie, i’m GRACE!”

one day after a fight with her parents, gracie impulsively chopped her long hair to shoulder length. once she was done she burst into tears and called daniel in hysterics.

gracie loves taking pictures. she takes photos of everything because she never wants to forget the little things.

though she doesn’t really know what she wants to do with her life, she thinks she might be happiest if she did something with music. singing is the thing that makes her happiest.

she’s always playing with daniel’s hair.

she cannot resist pretty dresses, glittery things and mint choc chip ice cream.

wasn’t allowed to read harry potter as a child and her first ever true rebellion was reading the books behind her parents backs (LOOK I AM JUST PROJECTING WITH THIS ONE!)

her favourite character is ginny and the movie portrayal makes her incredibly angry. like she will rant for days.

isla cheong

definitely has a bit of a shopping addiction. she is always driving out of town to go shopping because living somewhere without a sephora upsets her.

she only got into kpop because of the dancing aspect. now she’s pretty into it but she’s not a fan of boy groups.

isla knows she’s pretty and uses it to her advantage. she definitely uses guys to get what she wants and casts them aside once she’s bored.

she’s pretty generous with her money because she knows she has a lot of it. loves treating her friends to food and surprise gifts. 

summer is her absolute favourite season. 

let her give you a makeover! she loves makeovers! she wants to be responsible for that full on movie transformation shit!

isla always begs to do her friends makeup for special occasions or dance performances.

when she first moved to crescent bay from new york she absolutely hated it (think confessions of a teenage drama queen) but she has grown really fond of it. she visits new york whenever she can though.

she is an incredibly picky eater and is very particular with her food. you might catch her eating cake at 3am though because she has a sweet tooth.

there are way more but my head is empty!!

#omg thank u so much for this!!! #i had so much fun!!!! #i love these babies so much #give them everything!!! #ask #oc: archie fairchild #oc: ash kang #oc: bee yang #oc: gracie lee #oc: isla cheong #headcanons #v: smalltownverse #hotgirlmeg

[nad-zeta]

Match Up pws ♡(ŐωŐ人)

First, thank your hard work and doing Match Ups!♡ Arigatou *bows* So, I sent you my selfies already x3 About me…. Uh, I am a Pisces, Hogwarts House is Hufflepuff. I love videogames and to write (and hate it at the same time lmao xD;), love to read (mostly… manga… does this even count as reading?) and I love art, also love to go to museums.

I am very chaotic and forgetful and I would describe myself as loyal. I sadly trust too easily and got hurt a lot because of that. But still I do, because I wanna see only the good things in people. I often feel like I am not good enough, but I try my very best.

At first I am veeeery shy, I hardly can even talk! But when I am comfortable with someone I talk a lot (a lot of nonsense, but why not xP) 

I love to laugh, but I cry very easily. My humor is rather dirty and dark. I LOVE alcohol x’D I prefer short jeans, leather jackets and boots over dresses, but sometimes I wear cute stuff too. I meet many people at work and I am happy and proud about how they often compliment me for being a very kind girl and that they get happy when they see me. Often people also describe as “nuts, but in a positive way.” (T-Thank you….? xD)

What I HATE about myself is my jealousy. I really can be jealous easily, also because of what happened in my past. I also want to learn to love myself >.< I tend to give up very easily, but a day or few days later I am full with energy again and continue what I tried. 

Uhhh, what else…. I LOVE to cuddle and kiss and when I am in love then I love with all my heart <3 I do believe in real love and love at first sight.

Omg, congratulations and my deepest respects if you read all of this… Thank you ♡ *bows* m(u.u)m

Hi, there love! here is ya combination matchup! Thank you so much @towa-no-yume for the request! I had so much fun writing this for ya! I hope you enjoy!  

Selfie matchup part

So I match you with………………….. Leonardo

Ooooh this boy loves the badass look you have going on. Leather jackets and jeans! This boy is in love

He has seen many a woman in his life but none as captivating as you

He hasn’t pained in a long time, but all he thinks when he sees your vibrant hair and bright eyes is that he has to capture this moment in time. You are breathtakingly beautiful

Despite your bold look, your body language screams kind, caring playful person

You low key reminds him of a cute little kitten with your radiant curious eyes and playful smile

I can definitely see the pair of you nestled together napping in the most random sunny spots around the mansion

I match you with…………………. Nobunaga

The first time he sees you after you pulled him from the flames, he can't help but think he was just saved by a goddess of fire

Your hair was so beautiful, like the blazing, brilliant orange-red hues of the most perfect sunset

And don’t even get me started on your eyes! How they contrasted the bold richness of your hair. It was like fire on the water – just unique and beautiful

Nobunaga had never seen such beautiful eyes. He was absolutely captivated by your eyes. The way they reminded him of a tempest at sea, filled with so much knowledge and curiosity.

Once you told him you enjoyed coloring your different hair colors; he was so intrigued. You show him a pic of all the different colors you had dyed it throughout the years.

He couldn’t help but think every color you had chosen was similar in the aspect of they always brought out your big beautiful eyes and that each color undeniably reminded him of the most radiant sunset.

You had instantly captured his heart; you looked like a walking contradiction, bold and rebellious yet sweet and gentle.

You were like a true fireball shooting across the night sky

His heart was stolen by the mysterious stranger that had just saved him

Also, there is just something about a girl in jeans and leather that this boi can’t ignore

He had made up his mind, he had never believed in the red string of fate but your hair and presence was enough to have him believe that the two of you were truly tied together by the legendary string.

Now for the rest of the matchup

The first time you saw Nobunaga, he was staring at you awestruck. You felt a lil self-conscious staring into those carmine eyes of his. You honestly couldn’t stop your brain from thinking, “Hello manly man,” you low key fell in love at first sight. You asked the universe for a handsome man, and here he was, asking you to rule the world at his side. Okay all jokes aside you are very drawn to Nobu, his super-hot and he had that whole bad boy vibe about him that attracts all the girls. The two of you honestly just stared at each other for a solid minute, not saying a word until he broke the silence. He was shook that you didn’t even know who you had just saved. He asked you what you wanted as a reward, and you were honestly just way toooo shy to answer. He was so amused by you. You look bold and fearless, and you had just bravely saved a man x2 your size from a fire, yet now you are too shy to even make eye contact. Very interesting indeed. Mitsunari interrupted your little conversation and took the two of you back to the castle where Nobunaga proudly proclaimed to everyone that the shy fireball that had saved him from the fire was to be an Oda princess and castle chatelaine, and the rest was history.

You were a super hard worker. And even though you were very shy, you had managed to befriend everyone in the castle. Everyone absolutely adored you!  You were basically considered the second angel of Azuchi. You didn’t care about stupid things like stations or titles, and you greeted and chatted with everyone with generosity and kindness. You always saw the best qualities in people, and for that, you were loved by all. Whenever the maids saw you they would get super excited, they loved working with you. You brought a certain calm yet enthusiastic energy to the table. You also came up with the strangest ideas when it came to improving certain procedures and things (which was nothing new to you, as that was how you were used to doing things in the future). You were a genuinely kind person without having any ulterior motives behind your actions. You would remember everyone’s names and birthdays no matter who they were and would always give them a small little gift in celebration of special days in their lives. Nobunaga, of course, loved this trait of yours. Your ideal and beliefs of not caring about status and titles seemed to align with his, and the two of you would often bond about this fact.

The first time he summoned you to his room, you were in awe at the amazing art pieces and artifacts that he had collected throughout the years. His room was like an art museum. You could spend hours and hours just looking at all the beautiful pieces. And Nobunaga was all too happy to have another common interest with you. He explained all the origins and backgrounds of each painting, matching your enthusiasm. Since then, the two of you would often go on adventures to different regions to look at and buy their art to add to Nobunaga’s collection. The two of you seemed to grow incredibly close during these little adventures, and you found yourself opening up more and more to him. The man loved that you could talk for hours on end. Usually ranging from super interesting important stuff to just utter nonsense. And boy did he love it when you would talk a bunch of nonsense. It was so freaken entertaining.

One thing you struggled to adapt to was the clothes. And the princess getup you had to wear was a particularly uncomfortable piece of clothing. The first few times it was super fun getting all dressed up and looking cute but after the 3rd time you were over it. One day while you were playing go with Nobu, you were feeling particularly uncomfortable in the traditional clothing of the past. This irritation didn’t go unnoticed by the keen eyes of the devil king, “what is it that is bothering you so much little Fireball.” You stood up and left only to return ten minutes later wearing the clothes you had worn when you arrived in the past. You explained that as much as you loved dressing up all cute at times, nothing beat your pair of jeans and a leather jacket. Your game continued while unbeknown to you Nobunaga tucked that piece of information away to use later. Later on that same week, Nobunaga invited you up to his room. As you entered, you couldn’t help but notice a big box sitting on his desk topped with a big clumsily made bow.” I have a surprise for you, fireball” he then picked up the big box and handed it to you. You sat down and opened it slowing, wondering what on earth could be inside. And then you saw it. He had gotten you a few pairs of clothes that looked very similar to your precious jeans and jacket. He explained that he had commissioned some Portuguese seamstresses to make it specially for you. You couldn’t help but bust out into tears from happiness.

The two of you also LOVED to drink together! You would sit and drink masses amount of sake together, and this is where Nobunaga discovered that his lucky charm could tell the most hilariously dirty dark jokes. At this point, he was absolutely head over heels for you. You were the most entertainingly beautiful woman he had ever met. Not just that, but the fact that you would just freely speak your mind and make these crazy funny jokes had him hooked. He was in love! When the two of you were together, it was always a good time filled with hours of chatting and laughter.

One day he had found one of your manga’s in your bag, and this boy is super intrigued. You told him you love reading mangas! After hearing that, he constructed a plan. When you turned in for the night, he started his plan. Nobunaga was a jack of all trades, and if mangas were something that interested you, he was gonna learn how to draw them. He sat for weeks perfecting his very own manga just for you, until one day he was finished. He was so proud of his creation. He presented it to you one day while you were sitting in the garden, enjoying the warm summer breeze. He handed it over with a massive smirk on his face, but even you couldn’t miss the mix of anxiety and excitement in his eyes as you started to read it. This manga was all about you and the red string of fate! And right at the very end, manga Nobunaga had confessed his undying love for manga you and asked if you would become his girlfriend. You looked up to see him look at you questioningly. You couldn’t help but give him the biggest brightest smile and kiss him all over his face in happiness.

Boy Nobunaga loved his fireball. He loved to cuddle you and spend as much time as possible with you. He loved how you could always see the good in everyone, even in him. He loved that you loved him unconditionally when he felt like he was undeserving of love. And Nobunaga definitely returned the gesture. He knew that you had been hurt in the past and worked hard every day to make sure that you knew exactly just how much he loved and adored you. Especially during times that you felt slightly jealous. Let’s be real Nobunaga is a very possessive boyfriend, and it makes him low key happy to know you are just as possessive as him. One day a daughter of one of the local daimyos attended one of the banquets. She was all over Nobunaga and had made her intentions clear about wanting to marry him. During this banquet, you were sitting and chatting with Masamune while side-eyeing the whole situation. You couldn’t hide the small frown that had formed on your face, that was until Nobunaga had called to join them. You slowly walked up to him and two important guests. That’s when Nobu grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap, nuzzling you while you looked at him in shock. He then proceeded to very loudly announce that you were the love of his life, and no other woman would ever take your place in his heart. He also followed up that statement by saying you will be the one and only woman in his life and that he will commit his life to loving and protecting you from now to the end of time. Your jealousy melted away instantly. The two of you spent the rest of the banquet in each other’s arms, making jokes and drinking sake, low key ignoring everyone else around you.

The two of you were the cutest couple. Despite Nobunaga’s ruthless demeanor, he truly was a softi boi. He loved to cuddle and kiss you. Your all-time favorite was the little tickle fight the two of you had. It would usually start off with you playing with Nobunaga’s hair, before boldly venturing to the ticklish spot by his ears. He would look up at you with the more challenging gaze. You would just smile and start tickling him. And so, your full-blown ticking match would start.

The two of you can often be found with Nobunaga resting his head on your lap while you soothingly pull your fingers through his raven locks until he falls asleep. You would just bend down and kiss his forehead while thinking back to the first day you met this cute man now nestled in your lap, and how it truly was love at first sight!

Other potential ikesen matches.............. Shingen 

Other potential ikevamp matches..............Arthur

I hope you enjoyed it dear! and I hope you are staying safe and well!❤ Sending ya virtual hug!  

#oda nobunaga #ikesen nobunaga #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #matchups #ikesen matchup #match ups #nobunaga matchup #selfie matchup #ikesen selfie matchup #ikevamp matchup #ikevamp leonardo #submission

[ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes]

Burned Part 18

Summary:  Alfie Solomons is in need of a secretary. Tommy Shelby mentions a young woman in need of employment. From there the two step into a dangerous dance together.

Part 18: The Solomons celebrate Hanukkah and face the struggles of winter

           Fall changed to winter and Louise was finding it difficult to try and keep Inglewood warm enough. She’d nearly forgotten how drafty it was sometimes. Their home in Camden was much cozier even if there wasn’t a fire running all night.

           Other than the chill of the frosty air, Louise didn’t mind the winter. London wasn’t sweltering and she wasn’t always a sticky, sweaty mess by the time the day was over. No, in winter she could indulge in the fur-lined jacket Alfie had bought her in Paris on their honeymoon. She thought it was too soon to think about the winter, but was glad when the snow began to fall.

           Although things were going well between the couple, there were things looming. Often times, Louise couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. And she couldn’t get Alfie to go to the doctor and get a diagnosis for his skin. But he always had an excuse and she couldn’t exactly force him. And she could only prompt him so many times. Besides, they had other things to focus on and Alfie was good at distracting Louise from his health.

~~~~~~~~~~

           It was their first time they would celebrate Hanukah as a married couple. As usual, they would go to Ollie’s home. The young man had a large extended family and hardly enough space for all of them. But he always invited Alfie and Louise because he knew they didn’t have much family to speak of.

           The Jewish community in Camden was starting to accept Louise even if she hadn’t converted. She made friends with some of the other newly wedded women or new mothers. Her Yiddish was getting better and she tried her best to fit in. They were welcoming, especially Ollie’s family, but Louise couldn’t help but feel a little guilty that she hadn’t seen the suffering most of them had.

           On the night of the celebration, Louise came downstairs. Alfie stood by the door and smiled when he saw her. She wore a simple dress, nothing fancy or anything revealing. But she wore a thin scarf to veil her hair. All of her Jewish friends who were married wore something similar. They said it was a tradition to show they were married. Louise wanted to respect the tradition during a holy celebration and she wanted people to know she and Alfie were married. As if he hadn’t gone around Camden and told every single person he came across.

           Alfie’s face softened. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. There she was, right in front of him. His wife. “Ready, love?” He asked. His blue eyes were full of pride.

           She nodded and smiled. “Ready.”

~~~~~~~~

           “Alfie, look at you, you’re too thin.” An older woman scolded the man and pushed a plate stacked with food towards him.

           “Tante Raisa, I have already eaten,” Alfie replied in their native tongue. He and Louise were mingling after dinner and saying hello to all the people they hadn’t seen since last holiday season. Although they were all Ollie’s relatives, they acted as if Alfie was linked by blood too. Some had known Alfie’s family, especially Perle since she’d been so active in the community before her death.

           It was quite a different experience seeing Alfie among people he considered family. They weren’t afraid of him, making jokes at his expense, clapping him on the back, and boisterously laughing along with him. But Alfie seemed to enjoy the company and never once resorted to his business tactics.

           He was especially happy to announce he was married.

           “Tante, you remember Louise.”

           The woman smiled. “Of course, of course.” She set the plate that Alfie had rejected aside and held her hands out to Louise. “I heard you were wed in the summer. Mazel Tov!” She congratulated.

           Louise beamed. “Thank you.”

           “Alfie, what a catch.” Raisa touched Louise’s cheeks. “Look at those beautiful brown eyes. How perfect they’ll look on a healthy baby boy.” She exclaimed.

           Alfie laughed a little nervously. It had been a while since they brought up the subject of a family. He’d agreed to it but now things were getting a little more serious. He wasn’t sure it was the right time.

           “May you live to lead your children and children’s children to the wedding canopy!”

           “Alright, thank you tante.” Alfie guided Louise away. “Got nothing on their mind but bloody children.” He muttered under his breath.

           Louise hadn’t quite understood the entire blessing but picked out a few words. “They’re just excited.” She soothed.

           “Any kids of ours won’t even touch the floor for the first year of its life.” Alfie shook his head but let a small smile through. “They’ll just be passed from one person to the next.

           His wife smiled and touched his cheek. “You have been thinking about it though.” She pointed out with a sly look.

           “Hmpf.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

           The first year or so they were together, Alfie had given Louise a Christmas present. But this year, they gave each other all their gifts during Hanukah. So there was no need to celebrate it. Most of the bakery didn’t either so it was just another day of work.

           Except it was a blustery, gray morning with flakes of snow whipped about in the wind.

           Louise frowned at the conditions outside and decided it was much more pleasant in bed with her husband. She pushed the curtain back in place and snuggled closer to Alfie.

           He yawned and stretched. “Be time to get up soon.” He said.

           “It’s far too cold out.” Louise disagreed.

           “Alright, then you stay here.” He moved to get up but his wife latched onto him.

           “No, then I’ll be cold without you.” She pouted. “Stay.”

           He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “You always think you can get whatever ya want with those damn eyes, yeah?”

           She smiled and shrugged coyly. “Usually works.”

           He raised an eyebrow and sighed. “How ‘bout one more hour.” He bargained.

           Louise was more than happy to agree because she had a feeling she’d be able to get another two hours out of him.

           The morning took a turn for the worst. About fifteen minutes into their extended nap, Evelyn knocked on the door. “Mr. Solomons, Ollie’s on the phone. He says it’s urgent.” She explained from the hallway.

           Alfie groaned and pinched his eyes shut. “Yeah, right, I’ll be there in a second, Lynn.” He replied.

           Louise loosened her grip on him. “Come back.” She pled softly.

           “’Course, love, I’ll only be a mo’.” He smiled and pecked her lips before getting up and throwing on pants and a shirt.

           He was gone for much longer than planned. Enough time for his residual heat in the bed to fade. Louise coaxed Cyril up onto the bed and to take Alfie’s place. The man was gone long enough for the dog to settle and eventually doze off, drooling on his master’s pillow.

~~~~~~~~~~~

           Finally, Alfie returned to the bedroom. But he was in a much different state than when he left. He headed over to the dresser. “Cyril, fuck off there.” He shooed he dog off the bed. But he didn’t get back under the covers as planned. Instead, he began to get dressed for work.

           “Alfie?” Louise picked up on his frantic energy. Something Ollie told him had set him off. “What happened?”

           He shook his head but knew he had promised some transparency. He grunted as he sat on the edge of the bed to pull on his boots. “John Shelby was gunned down ‘bout a few hours ago.”

           Louise put a hand over her heart. “No that…” She got an acidic taste in her mouth. She got a nauseous feeling in her stomach and the room seemed to spin. In a moment, she dashed off to the bathroom and became ill.

           Alfie went to hold her short curls away from her face. “S’alright, love.” He rubbed her back. “Easy…”

           Louise staggered back to her feet and rinsed her mouth out. She rubbed her eyes and took a shaking breath. “Did you know?”

           “What?”

           “Did you know he arrived?” Louise knew who killed the Shelby brother. It had to be the man who was vowing to kill the entire family for months.

           Alfie swallowed and rubbed his hands together. “I didn’t know for sure.” He admitted. “He sent another telegram last week but it was just like the other ones.”

           Still feeling sick and faint, Louise went to sit back on the bed. “What are we going to do now?” She asked.

           “We’re going to be smart ‘bout it.” He replied. “No walking about by yourself, aye? Make sure you’ve got some protection.”

           Louise nodded quietly. She wasn’t going to argue with him. Suddenly, the world around her didn’t feel safe. She put a hand to her stomach as more nausea came over her.

           Alfie noticed her face paled. “Maybe you should stay home if you’re not feeling well.” He murmured and touched her forehead to see if she was running a fever.

           Louise circled her fingers around his wrist. “I’m scared.” She whispered honestly.

           “You don’t have to be, Lou, I’ll take care of you.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ve got to get to the bakery though. You’ll be alright here?”

           She nodded absent-mindedly and let her hand fall from his wrist. “I’ll be okay.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           After Alfie left, Louise went downstairs to talk to Evelyn. She seemed unaware of John’s death or Luca Changretta setting foot in the country. “Mr. Solomons said you were feeling ill, can I make you anything to eat? Maybe fetch you something from the chemist?” The young woman asked.

           Louise shook her head. She didn’t want to be alone in the house even though she had seen some of Alfie’s men lingering by the building. “No, Lyn, thank you. I think I’ll try and eat once my nausea’s passed.”

           “Can I draw you a bath?” Evelyn suggested. “Might make you feel better.”

           “Actually that does sound lovely, thank you.” Louise passed by the front windows and paused for a moment. She watched a few people pass by and her mind traveled to a dark place. What if someone just stopped, pulled out a gun, and shot her down. What would be stopping that person?

           Evelyn went to go upstairs to start the bath.

           “Oh, Lyn, before I forget, will you send flowers to the Shelbys in Small Heath?” Louise stopped her.

           The maid looked confused. “Flowers?”

           “One of their family members passed and I wanted to send my condolences. But wait Ishmael can bring you. Alfie wants to make sure we’re both safe. Things are changing.”

Permanent Tag List: @papa-geralt-of-cirilla​ @giftofdreams​

Tag List: @vehement-care​ @kimmietea​ @eleventhdoctorsangel​ @fire-treasure-iii​ 

Masterpost

PB Masterlist

#alfie solomons #alfie solomonsxoc #alfie solomons x oc #alfie solomons imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky fookin blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #fanfiction #john shelby #cyril solomons #ofc #oc #jewish character

[bakuthedeku]

KatsuYami Week: changing routine

Day 5: Childhood / Trading cards / Sleepovers | @katsuyamiverse

Read on AO3

“Let’s have a sleepover!”

Beside him at the table, Yami looks up from his work, eyes lowered in falsified disinterest. The little sparkle in his uncovered eye gives away his excitement.

“Katsuki, we’re sixteen. We’re too old for sleepovers.”

Speaking, Yami does a better job hiding the happiness that undoubtedly wants to creep into his voice.

Classic Yami, monotone and moody to the day he dies.

“I’ll be too old for sleepovers when I’m dead!” Katsuki flops in front of his best friend, half in his lap. He grins, wide and happy, the way that makes Yami call him an oversized puppy and pet his hair.

He gets no hair pets this time (dang it), but Yami’s poorly crafted expression fades to sincerity. Something soft, with little crinkles at the corner of his eye and the faintest whisper of a smile on his chapped lips. Yami rolls his eyes and pushes Katsuki back into his seat.

“Why do you want to have a sleepover, anyway? We see each other every day,” Yami says, turning back to his long-completed homework.

“It’s different at sleepovers. There’s snacks and pyjamas, and I get to spend the whole night with Yami!”

“I’m right here. Why are you speaking about me in the third person?”

Katsuki waves off the question. “So you’ll come to my house after school?”

Yami sags against his chair, sinking down so he’s half under the table. There’s a small smile on his lips as he bemoans, “Do I have a choice?”

“Nope!” Katsuki cheers, chipper as the cat who got the cream. “Sharp as ever, my freckled friend.”

/-/

They go home together like usual, walking to the train station and riding to the stop closest to their shared neighbourhood, then walking leisurely to their homes. They go to Yami’s house first, then Katsuki’s. They’ve maintained the same routine since middle school.

Yami likes to complain about the amount of walking they do, especially when Katsuki leads them on the scenic route through the park, but they both know his supposed lack of stamina is bullshit. They’re in the hero course together, after all, and Yami trained hard for it. A few minutes of walking beside Katsuki is hardly going to wind the lazy boy.

Katsuki, at least, enjoys their walks. An enduring tradition between them, it’s something that feels theirs in a way few things do. With each synchronous step they take, they’re followed by the ghostly memories of years passed, nostalgic as they look to the future and stride towards their goals.

Yami moans and groans enough that they stop by his house instead of going straight to Katsuki’s, because apparently, “Clothes are necessary, Katsuki, I’m not wearing any of your oversized stuff.” And honestly, boo. He’s no fun. But Katsuki wants this sleepover, so he agrees and chats amicably with Yami’s mother as he packs an overnight bag like the fussy nerd he not-so-secretly is inside.

Katsuki snatches the bag from Yami’s hands as they leave, calling a cheery goodbye to his Aunty as he does so. Yami sighs and lets him take the bag, knowing by now that Katsuki won’t give it back no matter how hard he tries.

At his house, Katsuki plays the part of a good host, offering drinks and snacks and putting Yami’s stuff away in his room. Yami’s been here more times than Katsuki can count, with evidence of his presence speckled through each room, but it’s been more than a year since their last sleepover. It doesn’t hurt to refresh the knowledge, to lend a hand, right?

They sit down on the couch together and watch old hero cartoons; Katsuki’s choice, barely contested by Yami since he enjoys the cartoons just as much as Katsuki does. The hour passes quickly, humming nostalgic tunes watching the television like particularly attentive children.

They’re interrupted when they get called up for dinner. The meal is reminiscent of the past, with Yami awkward and stiff like an emo robot and Katsuki’s ma and pop ushering him into conversation. Katsuki stuffs his face, and Yami cringes at his enthusiastic eating, hiding his laughter behind a hand.

They go up to Katsuki’s room once they’re finished eating. This time, for fairness’ sake, Katsuki lets Yami pick what they do. They end up next to each other on Katsuki’s bed, sharing one earbud each as they listen to Yami’s videos. Heads ducked close for the headphones, their thighs press warmly together. Yami is soft at Katsuki’s side, elbow poking into his ribs only a little, the bony thing.

Katsuki finds himself watching Yami more than he watches the screen. (He’s on Yami’s fringe’s side, so he can get away with it.) From so close, he can trace the star-speckled expanse of Yami’s skin, can observe the way his tongue flicks out to wet plush but dry lips, can bask in his quietly comforting presence.

They stay like that for hours, far beyond Katsuki’s usual bed time, but he can’t bring himself to call it a night and pull away. Katsuki lets his head fall to Yami’s shoulder as he closes his eyes, lulled to rest by the soft tones of music and Yami’s support at his side. Idly, Katsuki contemplates that Yami’s warmth is just like a bear hug in the middle of winter, or a sunrise observed from under blankets, or falling asleep curled up by a heater and waking in bed.

Gentle shaking stirs Katsuki to wakefulness. He blinks heavy eyes open to find earphones pooled in his and Yami’s laps and Yami’s arms around him, keeping him from falling off the bed. He tries to relax against his short friend, wishing to sink into his warmth and find sleep again, but only gets shoved for his attempt. It works in his favour, though; he lands right in Yami’s nice, pillow-like lap, and stays there. Very comfy.

Yami concedes to sleep only when Katsuki starts nodding off again in his lap, just seconds after falling into it. It’s almost a shame, Katsuki thinks, since sleeping on Yami has always been so nice and comfortable.

“Alright, you big lug, get off me. It’s sleep time.”

“Wanna sleep here,” Katsuki slurs into Yami’s stomach.

“Katsuki,” Yami warns, exasperated and a touch flustered—desperate. The hint of distress in his voice is enough to have Katsuki sitting up, turning away and preparing for bed.

After rushing through his bedtime routine, Katsuki settles into bed (on the far side, as is tradition) and waits for Yami to finish putting on his special, better-than-Katsuki’s-stuff pyjamas. For someone who always looks so sloppy, he sure does take his time getting dressed!

Yami comes back from the bathroom in an oversized All Might shirt and plain black shorts. The wide neck of the top exposes his freckle-covered neck, shoulders and collarbones.

“I don’t have anywhere to sleep,” Yami says, and snaps Katsuki from his distracted state.

They’ve always shared the bed during sleepovers. From four years old to fourteen, they’d squished up under the covers together without complaint, whispering after lights out with legs tangled and fingers interlocked. They kept secrets from the morning in little giggles and innocent touches, a truth uniquely theirs.

Katsuki wriggles aside, moving closer to the wall. “We can both fit.”

Yami’s nose scrunches. “Katsuki, that’s weird.”

“Only if you make it weird, Yami-kun~!”

It’s been more than a year. Since their falling out in middle school, things haven’t quite been the same. Which, Katsuki knows, isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Change can be good, refreshing, healing! But this is change Katsuki never wanted.

A shiver, and he’s being glared at. Katsuki pouts in response.

“Never use that honorific ever again.”

“Only if you get in bed. Come on, it’ll be just like when we were younger.”

And maybe it’s not good that Katsuki is clinging to the past. Clinging to Yami.

But he’s loved Yami since before he knew what love is. Selfish as it is, he wants one last sleepover. One last chance to huddle close, be together, before life tears them apart and Yami outgrows him. One last hug, one last joke, one last smile. One last relived memory of simpler days. It’s all Katsuki wants.

Yami turns the lights off, washing the room with soft darkness. Pale skin stands out against darker clothes.

Yami edges onto the bed, movements stiff. Eyes considering. “It’s different now, though.”

Hope blooms, light and feathered, in Katsuki’s heart.

“Is not.” A lie, but a nice lie to tell.

“It is.”

“Is not.”

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yep, and you love me anyway!”

Katsuki loves Yami. He believes that, in some way, Yami loves him back. Platonic, romantic, familial; whatever it is, Katsuki will take whatever he can get.

Yami’s cheeks and ears go a little pink, almost imperceptible in the low light blanketing the room. Katsuki would love to see it in full, but Yami would cut his fringe and sock Katsuki in the face before allowing himself to be seen blushing of all things.

Yami grumbles as he climbs into bed, snuggling under soft sheets.

Katsuki turns onto his side to face his friend, sighing happily.

Slowly, Yami does the same, and they’re face to face, under the cover of sheets and the night. Katsuki breathes as softly as he can, as if one too-strong exhalation will scare Yami off, a deer into the woods.

Yami is looking at him, and he looks back, unsure of what he’ll find but eager to see it anyway.

His heart beats in his ears as their eyes lock, red and green, sleep slick and sparkling with wakefulness. Both of Yami’s eyes are bared, his hair tied back for sleep; they’re round and sharp at once, speckled with crystalline fractals of an entire spectrum of red.

Maybe this was a mistake. It’ll be impossible to fall asleep like this.

Katsuki’s heartbeat, so loud in his ears he fears it will shake the bed like an earthquake, shows no signs of calming, and his hands are sweating. Yami will never forgive him if he sets his quirk off by accident.

“Katsuki?” Yami’s voice comes in a whisper, breath brushing warm on Katsuki’s face.

“Mm?” Katsuki scoots closer, magnetised and helpless to fight his draw to the other.

“You’ve been weird, lately. Less dopey smiles and stuff. Are you okay?”

Katsuki swallows. “Things feel different, I guess. We don’t hang out like we used to. We don’t. Touch like we used to.” He licks his lips, eyes flitting away for a moment and finding Yami still watching him as he looks back. “Is that weird? To miss that?”

Yami moves closer, and their knees bump. The heat of two bodies mingle, trapped under the covers and near stifling. Katsuki moves closer still, and their knees overlap. They’re both too gangly for this bed, now.

“Dunno. Maybe. But most people think we’re weird anyway, right?”

Katsuki huffs out a laugh.

In primary school and middle school, they’d often struggled to have friends outside of each other. They made for a strange duo; Yami, quirkless and deadpan and ‘creepy’, and Katsuki, bright and fiercely defensive and kind of rude.

They’ve always made it work, nonetheless.

“Right,” Katsuki agrees.

Their arms, curled up in front of their torsos and just slightly touching, tangle together. Yami reaches to poke Katsuki in the chest, and he fakes a wince.

“What was that for?” he whines.

“Stop being weird. I don’t like doing the heart to heart stuff, it’s your territory. So don’t make me do this again, dumby.”

Katsuki takes Yami’s hand from his chest. Scarred, freckled, soft, familiar. He squeezes tight, cradling it between his hands, and Yami closes his eyes.

“Okay, I promise. Let’s sleep, it’s way past my bedtime.”

In the darkness, for Katsuki’s eyes only, Yami smiles. The hand in his squeezes back.

“Goodnight, Katsuki.”

“Sleep well, Yami.”

I love you, he doesn’t say. But he thinks Yami gets the message just fine.

#katsuyami #yamikatsu #long post #my fic #post #protoype bakudeku #katsuyamiverse #katsuyami week