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myfictionaldreams · 6 months

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Family // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius Black, the usually happy prankster within Hogwarts, had a special skill for hiding his emotions. Until one day, he's forced to face the realities of the troubles with his family.

Requested by: @bullets-from-another-dimension Thank you so much for the request and for showing me that Sirius needs a little more love! I hope you like this fic, and thanks for your support with the poly!marauders ♥

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst (lots!), fluff (also lots!), emotional hurt, discussion of Sirius' abusive family, disowned, crying, hugs/kissing, polyamory relationship, nipple play, body worship, making out, oral sex (m receiving), happy ending

A/N: This is just a little PSA that I'll be going through my other Poly!Marauders fics sometime soon to change some bits to make sure that each of the boys is getting enough love! It won't be anything major for the overall story, just spreading the love equally as it appears Sirius may have been skipped a few times (and I don't want that!), so check for an 'edited' note on the story. Thank you for pointing this out to me!

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The last 24 hours had been an emotional rollercoaster, with both positives and negatives coming to light. It had started with the ultimate showdown game of Quidditch between Slytherin and Gryffindor; with both Sirius and James on the team. You and Remus had been nervous wrecks just for the game, let alone all the tension drowning within the two enemy houses. This escalated outside of the pitch, with wands having to remain in hands between lessons to prepare for sabotage attacks from either team.

It was endlessly tiring the days leading up to the events, and it was some kind of a miracle to be standing in the Gryffindors' stands without a single injury. Now, however, you and Remus had to live through the fear of watching your boyfriends fly around with their roles as Seeker and Beater.

You were sure you’d accidentally bitten your nail down to the cuticle by the end of the match, and your throat felt as if you’d swallowed sandpaper with how sore it was with the screaming and shouting you’d been doing in support. There was instant relief as James finally caught the snitch, and everyone cheered.

“Do you think he’ll be ok?” you shout up to Remus, who, with his height difference, could see over the crowd to where the commotion was occurring on the pitch. As James had dived for the snitch, so had the Slytherin’s seeker, who just happened to be Sirius’ brother, Regulus. However, in mid-dive, Regulus accidentally knocked into one of the goalposts, hitting his head and falling from his broom. Thankfully to the Slytherins, Sirius had been close by and caught his falling brother from gaining any further injuries.

Remus was nodding to your question, “Yes, he’s walking away, well - he’s pushing Sirius away, so I’m sure he’s just fine”, he explained, watching Regulus shove Sirius, so the man stumbled away. A pang of guilt settled heavily in your stomach at the thought of the brothers arguing. You knew that the relationship between Sirius and his brother was non-existent these days, and it only made you feel more awful for your boyfriend, understanding how difficult it must have been to lose his family in the way he has.

You couldn’t ponder on these thoughts as the entirety of Gryffindor and the vast majority of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff began celebrating the win. This included Sirius, who scooped you into an exaggerated hug, spun you high into the air, and carefully placed your feet back onto the floor.

“Was your brother alright?” You shout to Sirius over the noisy crowd forming around the winning team. For a split second, you witness sadness filling his grey eyes before he snaps out of it and a beaming smile replacing the momentary lapse in his emotions.

“Oh, he’s fine; I’m sure a quick knock to the head will bring some sense to him. Anyway, come on, let’s all go back to the common room; I have a special surprise for everyone”. Sirius was great at many things, and covering his emotions was one of them. Any attempts to open up about the situation regarding his family would change the subject within the blink of an eye. You respected that he didn’t want to talk about any of his family members, but you still kept a close eye on him, making sure that he didn’t pent up his emotions until he was at breaking point, which you feared would occur one day as there was only so much one person could go through.

The interaction with Regulus seemed to have been forgotten in the madness of celebrating, which ran into the early morning hours in the Gryffindor common room. It would have continued later, but Professor McGonagall arrived in her dressing gown and demanded everyone go to bed. Sirius needed the most help to bed, having drunk the ‘surprise’ fire whiskey he regretted deeply in the morning.

“I’m never drinking again. Who’s idea was it anyway to bring Firewhiskey?!” came the deep groan of the man lying face first beside you, his face thoroughly buried into the pillow. Your temples were pounding slightly; you’d felt worse hangovers, but it was still uncomfortable as you rolled over towards Sirius.

Your arm wrapped over his naked back, face pressed over his shoulder blade as you could feel the toned muscles adjusting to your presence as you melted into his warmth. “It was your idea. I’m never falling for your charms ever again, Sirius”, you mumbled against his skin, reminiscing on his sweet talking skills from last night that convinced you to have a drinking competition with him.

This pulled him out of the half-unconscious state as his mop of hair turned in your direction. The movement caused you to roll off him and witness the beautiful sight of his morning glow; even in his hangover, he was handsome with one eye squished closed as the room was too bright.

Sirius turned his body entirely towards you, huffing as he moved, and you refrained from trying to reach out and control the usually silky locks of hair that were now all knotted and tangled on the top of his head. “Oh yeah? I’m pretty sure my charms made you cum three times before the fire whiskey joined the party,” he commented confidently and admired the warmth that filled your face. You attempted to hide your smile at the memories but were soon fully scream-laughing as Sirius tried to break your facade by tickling your sides.

Pushing him away, you turned and nuzzled into the naked chest of James, who remained asleep even through your loud laughter, but his arms still wrapped around your shoulders protectively. Besides James, you could see Remus was awake, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Remusssss, Sirius is being mean to me”, you drawl childishly.

The man sighed, dropping his hands to give you and Sirius a pointed look, “Please, children, it’s too early, and my head is too painful for you to make this much noise”.

Sirius smirked as he spooned in close behind you, wrapping his arm around you and James as everyone tried to have a few more moments of beautiful sleep before breakfast, and class pulled the four of you from the safety of the bed.

The food helped to settle the hangovers that the majority of Gryffindor seemed to be nursing this morning, much to the displeasure of McGonagall, who was glaring at her house from the Professor’s table. Sitting beside James, you leaned across him for another slice of toast as Sirius sat opposite you with Remus next to him.

As everyone started to be rejuvenated with energy from the breakfast, the owls began to swoop in and deliver the mail for the day. An emerald-coloured envelope landed on Sirius's lap, which caught the attention of you and the fellow Marauders. You already had your suspicions about who the letter was from. Sirius mostly confirmed it, as he had hardly read the letter before shoving it into his bag and brushing off any attempts at discussing who it was from.

“It’s nothing, just some spam letter. So, who do we have first today? Is it transfiguration? I can’t imagine that will be fun with how angry McGonagall looks right now.” Sirius changed the subject, but it didn’t convince any of you as you eyed him sadly. He didn’t wait for a response as he stood, gripping his bag so tight that his knuckles turned white. “Come on, otherwise we’ll be late”.

You knew something was off just by the quipped tone of his voice, and the humour and light that always seemed to dance in his eyes had been significantly dimmed. Even as James tried to humour him with his usual party tricks and jokes, it only earned him a half-assed chuckle from Sirius. Remus even attempted to pull him aside before entering the classroom to see if he needed a moment alone to talk, but Sirius just distracted him with a quick kiss and said he was fine.

You were quick to sit next to Sirius near the back of the classroom, smiling brightly with the hopes that he would return it, but it seemed he was lost in his thoughts as he idly arranged his parchment paper and quills. Thankfully, as the class began, his hand rested on your thigh so you could link both fingers together, lifting it and kissing the back of his hand.

As McGonagall began to teach the class, you leaned closer to Sirius, savouring the warmth that radiated off him and smelling the citrusy scent from his aftershave. “Is everyone ok, Sirius?” Your voice was barely audible so as not to disrupt the class, but you knew he heard as his posture stiffened, and he nodded his head, fake smiling for a second before returning his attention to the teacher. “I know there’s something wrong. Talking might help; I mean - I want to help-”

“Excuse me at the back. Is there something more important than my lesson?” McGonagall demanded with a passive-aggressive raised eyebrow as all other eyes turned to look at you and Sirius.

As your mouth opened to take the blame, your boyfriend beat you to it, “Sorry, Professor. That was my fault I was distracting her”.

“You’re already on thin ice after last night's antics, Mr Black. See me after class to arrange a detention”.

Your mouth drops open to retort to her and tell him it wasn’t Sirius, but the hand holding yours squeezes, stopping you from saying anything. As McGonagall turns back to write on the chalkboard, you lean close to harshly whisper, “You didn’t have to do that, Sirius! That should have been my detention!”

“It’s only one detention, I don’t care”, he shrugs nonchalantly, releasing your hand to begin writing his notes. You frown so deeply that a line forms between your eyebrows as you glance towards Remus and James, who have similar expressions of worry, especially as Sirius hasn’t even attempted to have any sort of friendly banter with McGonagall like he usually did.

At lunch, Sirius had somehow managed to slip away from the group, and your head seemed to be fixated towards the entrance to the Great Hall, neck straining to see over the other students as you waited for him to walk in.

“I mean, it’s not just me, right? There’s definitely something wrong with him”, you say before nervously nibbling on your lower lip.

Remus’ hand cups your shoulder, gripping gently as he agrees, “It’s not just you. I tried to talk to him before the lesson, but he just pushed me away. He just wants to be by himself; I’m sure he’ll be just fine”.

You nod to yourself but don’t believe his words. Yes, Sirius was strong and had been putting on a strong appearance for years, but he never pushed himself away from the three of you. It was like an invisible angel on your shoulder, trying to nudge you towards him, knowing something wasn’t right.

“Have either of you got the Marauder's map?” you ask Remus and James, who then check their pockets and school bags but cannot find the map.

“Sorry, Love, he’s probably got it with him”, James reports, appearing as deflated as you felt.

Standing from the table, the anxious causing your stomach to clench with unease and unable to eat, you inform the two of them, “I’ll be back later; I just need to make sure he’s ok and safe”.

Remus and James nod in understanding and watch you go. As you stand in the entrance to the Great Hall, you’re unsure where to start and what's worse is that he could be in his Padfoot form, which means he’d be able to hear you coming and run away. There were the grounds to search, Hogsmeade, the entirety of the enormous castle; there were plenty of places for him to be.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you decided to search the dormitory first, hoping the map had been left in a draw up there.

Opening the door to the dormitory room that you shared with your boyfriends, you were welcomed to the sight of Sirius, lying face first on the shared bed, his head turned away from the doors but from the noticeable sniffling noises and his shoulders shaking, you knew he was crying. Your heart felt like someone had reached inside your chest and squeezed as the sight rocked you. Silently as you could, you slipped your shoes off and placed your school bag onto the floor.

You knew he was aware someone else was in the room as his cries softened, and he subtly tried to wipe his face into the pillow. As you began to crawl onto the bed, you could see he was spooning the pillow you usually used to sleep on, clutching it desperately close to his chest. You had to remember to breathe through your nose, remain strong, and not descend into your emotions.

Kneeling next to him, your hand gently met the centre of his back, rubbing slow, comforting circles into his white shirt, hoping the action would comfort him. “Sirius, what’s wrong?”

“What? Nothing's wrong” he tried to brush it off, but you could hear the thickness of his voice as he tried to hide his face further in the pillow beneath his head.

“Is it about the letter from earlier? Who sent it to you?” Even though you knew he didn’t really want to talk about it, you knew he’d also built a wall around his emotions and wanted him to feel like he was in a safe enough space to talk, like the many times he’d done the same for you. Reaching over with your other hand, you ran your fingers through the long strands of dark hair, brushing them out of his face that was still turned away from you. “Talk to me, my love, please. I want to help you”.

Reluctantly, Sirius turned over and began to pull you down to lie in the centre of the bed. You did so and spread your arms wide as he moved to lie on your chest, the top of his head resting beneath your chin as you hugged him closely.

“No one important sent me the letter, it’s fine. I just want to cuddle”, he admits with a sigh, relaxing into the hold, the pillow he’d been spooning now forgotten about as he had the real thing instead, finding comfort instantly. In this position, you could hold him close and do the same actions as before, stroking gently up and down his back whilst also playing with his hair.

You want to tell him that you knew who the letter was from, but he seemed content with being held instead for a couple of minutes until you felt dampness seeping across the column of your neck and down your chest as his shoulders began to shake once more.

“Sirius-?”

“It was from my parents. The letter, I mean. Fuck! I don’t know, it's so stupid.” he sits up abruptly, aggressively wiping away the leaked tears he’d been desperately trying to stop.

Sitting beside him, you rubbed his shoulders while trying to calm him down from his overwhelming emotions. “It’s not stupid, my love.” As you talk, you grip his twists to pull them away so he can look into your face and hopefully see the love there. “Your parents, they’re awful people, Sirius, and anyway, you’re perfectly within your right to show emotions every once in a while; I just need you to know that I’m here for you, we’re all here for you, no matter how you are feeling. It’ll be ok”.

Even though it was comforting for him to hear the words, it still seemed to break something within him. Like a crack had formed in the dam as he relented with his cries, openly sobbing into his hands. Whilst trying to swallow the lump that had developed in your throat, you pulled him close, kissing every part of him that you could reach whilst wiping away the cascading tears.

“You don’t have to tell me what was said in the letter, but I just need you to know that they’re not your real family; you know we’re all your family”. Sirius pulls back from the hug, and your bottom lip trembles at seeing how heartbroken he looks. The area around his eyes is swollen and red to match the shade at the tip of his nose as wetness covers the length of his cheeks.

His mouth opens to say something, but he’s interrupted by the door opening and James and Remus stepping into the bedroom. The two men pause, not expecting to find either you or Sirius here, but as they see the sadness and pain on Sirius’s face, they immediately drop their school bags.

“You missed it”, Sirius chuckled, trying to hide his upset behind humour, “She called me an emotional prick, and the waterworks started”. James and Remus gave him sad smiles, but neither fell for the attempt to change the subject as both sat either side of him on the bed. Remus reached for him first, stroking his scarred fingers through the strands of dark hair that had fallen over Sirius’ face, but only so he could kiss the area beneath. Sirius closed his eyes at the touch and leaned into it, releasing a deep sigh through his open mouth.

James grabbed each of his hands, lifting them to his lips to kiss the palms lovingly and rest them on either side of his cheeks, nuzzling into his hands. “Whatever is going on, you know we’re always here for you, Sirius”, James mutters against the palms on his face.

Sirius sighs even heavier as if trying to will the anxiety away through the breaths. “It’s my parents. I mean, should I even call them parents when they’ve already disowned me? But they’ve just sent me more threats today after what happened with Regulus yesterday. They say things like I should have let him win and wish that I had been hurt.”

He takes a moment to compose himself as you grab one of his hands from James, needing to link your fingers together and squeeze to know that it is a safe place for him to continue and talk. Sirius looked into his lap as he spoke, “They’ve burnt my face off the Black family tree. Not that I care; I expected it, but it just all feels so real now, you know? I feel like I shouldn’t even be using the surname Black with how much they detest me. I also kind of expected Regulus to have my back a little bit, but he’s young; I can’t expect that from him, especially as I know what my parents are like, but he doesn’t even say hi to me in the corridors anymore. I don’t know. I guess I’m just a little all over the place, and with the positivity yesterday, just to have my family metaphorically kick me to the curb again, I should have expected the joy wouldn’t last long”.

Sirius sounded empty and emotionless as he expressed how he was genuinely feeling, struggling to come to terms with the repercussions of the events that occurred with his family that continue to affect him.

“Fuck them”, James says with all the venom and confidence that he could muster. Sirius grunts half-heartedly at the declaration, not seemingly convinced, so James turns his face towards him so that he is looking into the stormy hazel eyes. “I’m being serious, fuck them. You’ve been my family for years now; you know my parents consider you their son as much as I am. Nothing has changed. You live with me and my parents because that is your home. Wherever any of us go is your home because we love you. We wouldn’t make you feel half as rotten as those scumbags, do you understand?”

Sirius nods, swallowing thickly, causing his Adam’s apple to bob. Before he can respond, Remus once again holds onto his face, turning him in the other direction to look at the calmest Marauder. “Sirius, next time you receive a letter from them, don’t open it. They are cruel humans who have no love for anyone but themselves and the prejudices that they live by. You had so much joy and love in your heart; don’t let them destroy you and ruin everything you cherish. And that is exactly what James has said. You’re our family. We’re each other's family. You’re ours, just like you’re mine. Get it?”

Sirius’ eyes have dried as he looks up at Remus, and briefly, a genuine smile welcomes across his face as he leans in to kiss him deeply but then pulls back.

Squeezing his hand, you draw his attention towards you. “You deserve the surname Black more than anyone because it’s what makes you, you—breaking the stereotypes of those evil people and making it mean something that doesn't symbolise hatred. However, if you want to have another surname, you can! Sirius, you’re your own person, and your surname doesn’t define you. You could even make up a whole new name! Maybe you could have one of our surnames”, Sirius laughs at the possibility of a name change. “I love you so much. Your family's opinions of you aren’t how anyone else in the castle sees you. You’re perfect the way you are, Mr Black”.

You couldn’t wait any more time to kiss him, needing to feel his lips against yours and reassure him further with these intimate touches. Thankfully, to your pounding heart, he smiles into the kiss.

“Maybe we could put all of our surnames together”, he jokes as you move to kiss each of his cheeks.

“If that’s what you want, I’d do it”, you reassure him with a kiss on his temple.

“Almost sounds like a proposal”, he casually mentions, causing your heartbeat to increase rapidly. Sirius smirks at your face but reassures, “Maybe we’ll sort out surnames once we’ve finished our exams”. You press your lips against his once more for reassurance until he looks between the three of you. “Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do if it weren’t for you three. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed before coming to Hogwarts, let alone feel love like this”.

Remus could see the tears pooling along Sirius’ lashline, so he gently cupped the side of his head, wiping away any that fell. “No more tears for them”. The gap between their lips was closed as Remus kissed him passionately, holding the back of his head carefully as they breathed each other in.

Sirius’ head dips slightly, but only to whisper against the man’s lips, “Can you make me forget? Please?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Sirius”. Remus kisses him again but with more urgency, pushing his body back until Sirius is lying in the centre of the bed with the taller Marauder hovering above him. Their mouths moved together as one, tongues twirling together, heads tilting one way and then the other.

As Remus distracts and devours him with his mouth, Sirius’ hands move around the back of his head, holding him close, which gives James the freedom to move his hands to Sirius’ shirt. With a simple flick of his fingers, James could undo the buttons down the centre of his chest, releasing the toned chest and abdomen of the man whose legs you were sitting between.

You watched with the sadness seeping away and becoming replaced with arousal as James leaned over and licked the nipples of the man who moaned into Remus’ mouth. James was calculated with his movements, making sure to leave teasing licks and bites over the areas that Sirius was most sensitive whilst then worshipping the perked nipples on his chest, his hands caressing the areas where fine dark hair was beginning to grow back from being previous shaved, mainly the snail trail leading beneath his trousers.

Smiling whilst watching them all move together, you were gifted the view of watching the tightness forming in his trousers as his cock grew hard and thick. Without any rush and admiring the desperate moans coming from the man on his back, you began to stroke up his thighs, over his crotch and pausing over his zipper.

Undoing it slowly, you waited to see if Sirius was even aware of what you were doing as he was so distracted with James and Remus. However, with the sudden lift of his hips to help you pull the material down his hips, you knew he was very much aware of your intentions.

Freeing his cock from the restraint of his trousers and boxers, you watched as Sirius lowered his hips back onto the bed, and his member now throbbed on his abdomen, thick and hard. A pearly drip of precum had already formed at the tip, and you were quick to hold the base, lifting the cock until your lips were wrapped around him.

Your movements continue to be gentle and soft. Licking and sucking without any rush to build the tension and hopefully show how much you worship the ground he walks on by paying particular attention to him when he needs it most. James continues to tweak his nipples, and Remus devours his mouth, absorbing every little moan until Sirius needs to pull back to suck in air.

“Fuck, you’re all- Fuck!” Remus distracts him with his mouth once more, dominating him entirely and causing more whimpers to burst from his chest. The veiny length that was being leisurely sucked in your mouth began to harden further, throbbing as you knew he was approaching closer to his orgasm as your hands fondled his balls.

“So good for us, aren’t you, Sirius? Say it, tell us you’re ours”, James demands, pulling on the back of Remus’ hair so that Sirius can tell the group how he is feeling.

“Yes! I’m yours, I’m all of yours! I’m cumming, holy shit!” he shouts out desperately, face scrunching up like he is in pain but is actually experiencing the opposite as overwhelming pleasure pooled in his abdomen.

You moan around his cock, causing it to vibrate slightly against your tongue as his hot seed begins to coat your throat. You swallow every salty, thick liquid drop until you’re popping off and looking up at his half-lidded, satisfied grin.

James and Remus give you room to crawl up his body to kiss him sweetly. The three of you watch and admire as he comes down from the high, carefully tucking his half-hard cock back into his trousers and doing up the zipper once more.

“Thank Merlin that we have no classes this afternoon”, Sirius jokes as he rests back on the pillows with his arm behind his head. You laugh and collapse onto his chest, hugging him closely as the four of you sit in comfortable silence. You listened to the thump of his heart beneath your ear, but after a while, it increased in speed as he became restless.

“Can I tell you all a secret? I’ve um… I’ve kept all of the threatening letters they’ve sent to me, " Sirius admits as he carefully pulls out of the hug to climb out of bed and dig his way through the suitcase with his name on the side. From within, he pulls out a large stack of letters that are all opened and in the same shade of emerald as the one earlier this morning.

“You kept them all? Oh, Sirius”, you say in shock, only guessing what horrible, hateful words are written on those pieces of paper.

Sirius awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed, “Yeah. I don’t know why. Some weird part of me thought that if I burned them all, they would know and come to the school or something. But, I want to get rid of them if you’ll all help me?”

Neither of you have to answer as you climb out of the bed. After dressing appropriately, the four of you walked down to the lake, where Remus carved a hole into the soil. Sirius chucks the letters within as you all form a semi-circle.

Holding onto his left hand, Sirius raised his wand to the right, pointing it towards the letters and shouting ‘Incendio’. The four of you stand together as the letters burn. Sirius sighs shakily as he holds back tears. “It’s weird. I know people say it’s like a weight off your shoulders, but it genuinely does feel like that”.

“That’s because you’re free, Padfoot!” James shouts enthusiastically, grabbing the boy around the waist and lifting him into the air, hollering and whooping until Sirius laughs. The two crash to the ground as Remus throws his arm around your shoulders, watching the pair finally have some fun today as the smoke billows into the air surrounding you, the ash from those horrible words written on the paper disappearing across the Scottish mountains.

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shadowdaddies · 2 months

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I have a request! Reader accidentally hurts themself in an embarrassing way and Rhys/cass/az(idc which one) sees the injury(bruise, cut, etc) and freaks out asking “who did this??” And reader has to awkwardly admit that they did it.

Idk if that makes sense but I thought it was a cute idea for a drabble and I really like your writing 🥰 Feel free to make any changes!

thank you love!💜 I went with Cassian for this one, as a clumsy person myself this resonated with me lol

Falling for You

Cassian x Reader fluff

warnings: mentions of injury, a bit suggestive

Lunging towards Cassian, you swung your sword in an arc, only for the wooden practice blade to hit the training mat. Cassian’s foot swiped your ankle, knocking you flat on your back as his own weapon found your throat.

With a teasing click of his tongue, your mate smirked down at you. “I believe you yield, my love.”

Scowling, you swatted the wooden blade away, standing up to stalk over to the weapons rack, shoving your tools inside. Warm hands wrapped around your waist, Cassian smirking as he pressed a kiss to your neck.

“Come now, sweetheart. Don’t be a sore loser,” he purred.

With mock offense, you turned to face your mate, poking him in the ribs. “I’ll be sore if I want to be,” you retorted.

Mischief danced in hazel eyes as Cassian pulled you impossibly close, fingers tilting your chin so your nose brushed his. “Mm, but what if I offer you a massage, maybe a bath to help with that soreness?”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, the scent of your arousal instant at his rough voice. A dark chuckle left your mate’s lips, the general giving no warning before he tossed you over his shoulder.

“Cassian!” you yelled, swatting at him with a giggle while he carried you towards your bedroom. Your only response was a light smack on your ass, drawing another gasp as you settled in his hold.

Carrying you into the bathroom, Cassian set you down on the tile floor, directing you to undress while he moved to turn on the bath water.

You shucked off your boots, peeling your pants and shirt off when you looked up to see Cassian staring at you, horror etched on his features. Frantically looking over your body, your eyes found Cassian’s. “What? What is it?” you questioned.

Your mate visibly swallowed, his voice thick as he gestured weakly to your leg. “Did I... did I do that?” he muttered, silver lining his eyes that bored into your skin.

You looked down to where he was pointing, finding a bruise you knew all too well, the blackish-purple skin marring a large part of your upper thigh.

Embarrassment flooded over you, blush rising to your cheeks as you scrambled for words. You had hoped the injury would heal in time for Cassian to never know, but the way that he was looking at you right now, you needed to tell him.

Sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose. “No, Cass, you didn’t do that...” you whispered. The moment those words left your lips, his demeanor changed.

The Lord of Bloodshed stood before you, eyes alight with fury. “Who did this to you? I will make them wish they were never born,” he growled, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his misplaced wrath.

“Calm down, love. No one else did this to me. I did it myself... on accident,” you muttered, lips pursed as you avoided eye contact.

Arching a questioning brow, Cassian’s hand gripped your chin, turning you to face him. “What happened, sweetheart?” he questioned, voice soft with concern.

You paced the bathroom, stopping at the tub where you dipped your toe into the warm water. With a smirk, you stepped into the small pool. “It doesn’t really matter,” you hummed, sending a playful splash towards Cassian. “Why don’t you come join me in the bath?” you purred, arching your chest above the water in an attempt to distract him.

Your mate smirked, and you knew that you had caught him as he removed his leathers, stepping into the tub with you. Wading to where you sat, Cassian’s broad hands found your waist, his neck dipping to your shoulder.

Warm lips found your sweet spot, sucking softly on the sensitive skin there as you sighed, rolling your hips against him. Suddenly he stilled his movements, lips moving against your neck. “Where did you get that bruise from, love?”

An exaggerated sigh escaped you. “Don’t laugh at me,” you muttered, gaze turning stern when Cassian pulled back, looking at you with a bemused expression.

“Nyx tied my shoelaces together,” you pouted, arms crossing over your chest. “And I didn’t realize it, so when I tried to walk, I tripped.” With a huff, you glanced to Cassian, the male biting his lip hard to keep from laughing.

His joy and amusement spread through the bond, forcing a smile of your own at his happiness. A small laugh escaped you at the ridiculousness of the situation, Cassian bursting with booming laughter shortly after.

Your stomach hurt, tears in your eyes from how hard you both laughed, gasping for air as you finally settled down. Cassian moved to the edge of the tub, pulling you in his lap and pressed a kiss to your hair.

“I love you so much,” he whispered.

Leaning up, you pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I love you too,” you murmured.

“Maybe we can buy you some button up shoes, something child-proof” Cassian mused, earning an elbow to the stomach as you giggled in his arms.

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peachdues · 6 months

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After care prompts -12 with rengoku

Like I feel like he would be just so gentle and sweet but when he gets carried away… you’re definitely not going to be able to walk the next day 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

Prompt: "I'm sorry if I got carried away."

A/N. MDNI. Explicit. Not proof read at all lmao.

Panting hard, Kyojuro slowly peeled himself away from where he’d been pressed flush against your back, pushing himself to his knees as he slowly slid his softening cock out of your leaking, slightly sore cunt.

You winced at the loss of his warmth, that stinging cold which always followed him pulling out and away making you flinch against the bed. A thin stream of his seed slowly trickled out behind his cock, staining the blankets below you.

Any lingering discomfort was chased away as Kyojuro’s strong, warm hands positioned themselves gently at your hips and eased you flat against your bed. His fingers then slid behind your knee, gingerly straightening your leg back out from where he’d bent it up near your hip so that you could take more of him as he’d ruthlessly pounded into you from behind.

“Are you alright, my flame?” Kyojuro’s voice was rough but quiet, his fingers gentle as he trailed them up your spine to where your hair had fallen in front of your face, delicately brushing the strands back. “I’m sorry if I got carried away.”

The Flame Pillar had been in a stormy mood upon his arrival to your small cottage. You’d suspected he would visit soon, given the way his crow had landed in your small garden earlier that afternoon, his eyes wide and expectant.

You’d intended on waiting up for him, but the hour had grown late, and you’d accidentally fallen asleep in your bed. You’d been awoken by a sharp grumble of thunder as a late-night storm rolled in, jolting awake in your bed right as a bolt of lightning flashed outside.

You had been trying to quell the pounding of your startled heart when a soft knock had sounded at your door. The moment you’d wrenched the front door open to see your beloved Flame Pillar, standing there in the rain, you’d known what he needed.

Kyojuro was normally so jovial, always sweeping you up in his arms, peppering your face with his loving kisses as he asked after your welfare, all while carrying you back to your small bedroom so he could undress you before spreading you out across your blankets and tenderly having his way with you.

But tonight, he’d shown up with dark clouds in his eyes, much darker than which had brought forth the storm raging outside, his face uncharacteristically stoic as he informed you there had been loss of life on his mission that he’d been unable to prevent.

He was angry. Angry at himself; angry at the demons he fought.

He’d stepped past the threshold of your home, asking you only once if you were prepared to handle him for the night. His voice had been gruff, but the hardness in his eyes had softened for a moment, and you’d known that had you said no, he would’ve simply left, or slept slumped against your wall.

Instead, you’d only taken one step back from him to unfasten the belt of your sleeping kimono from around your waist, letting the material fall open to reveal your nude body before it dropped to the floor in a puddle.

At the first sight of your bare skin, Kyojuro had pounced; one hand had firmly gripped your jaw while the other tangled in your hair, wrenching your head back slightly to meet his ferocious, hungry lips as he kissed you with the fervor of a starving man.

It did not take long for Kyojuro to strip himself of his uniform; before long, he’d had you straddling his lap, hands braced on either side of your waist as he impaled you over and over upon his cock, jerking you up and down his length so fast, you gave up trying to match his pace.

Just before you felt yourself about to cum, Kyojuro’s hands dropped from their grip on your sides, resting instead on the curve of your ass before giving you a firm slap against your rear.

“Ride me,” he’d ground out through clenched teeth.

There was a second sting against your backside as Kyojuro slapped your cheek again to get you moving. For what felt like an eternity you rode him, pushing and grinding and dropping your cunt down on his length at a steady rhythm until your thighs quivered with the effort. Only when it felt like your legs were about to give out entirely, only when you whined his name so desperate and needy, did Kyojuro move.

He’d spent the rest of the night with you on your hands and knees, railing into you from behind with a ferocity that left you choking for breath. Over and over, Kyojuro rammed his hard, demanding length into your dripping cunt, the room filling with sounds of your cries and the squelching of your cunt with every fierce thrust of his hips. When your thighs began to shake once more, and you’d fallen forward against the bed from the force with which he fucked you, Kyojuro hadn’t relented. Instead, he’d only pushed one of your legs further up, bringing your knee level with your hips, and pressed his chest flush against your back as he chased his release.

He kept one hand on your bent leg, pinning it in place, and only moved the other from its bruising grip on your bicep to shove it between your legs, his rough thumb pressing harshly down on your clit until you came hard enough to see stars, your subsequent cry of pleasure loud enough to rattle the windows.

Kyojuro’s own release followed not long after that, though he’d fucked you right through it, until his seed was spilling over where the two of you were connected as he tried to fuck more into you.

But now, the Flame Pillar had exhausted all his aggression — and it seemed that he’d only just realized how pent up and frustrated he had been.

His steel-like arms slid under you, lifting you from the mattress to cradle you bridal-style against his chest. “Let me take care of you now, my flame.” He whispered, his lips grazing the sweaty expanse of your forehead. “Allow me to run you a bath.”

You nodded sleepily, turning your face to press your nose against his skin, inhaling deeply. “I’m glad you made it back,” you murmured between lazy kisses against his skin. “Stay here tonight.”

He usually did, but you always asked — just in case he didn’t know how much you wanted him beside you.

Kyojuro smiled softly, arms tightening around you in gratitude.

“I will, my love.”

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pearlfeline · 9 months

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sore loser

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 1,450

summary: reader gets jealous and draco falls harder during a practice duel. reader can be interpreted as any house but uses she pronouns.

a/n: i haven't written in years like before the pandemic. i deleted my old blog and had no inspiration until months ago lol i started this blog just to read but i started writing this a while back and i finished it last night. not proofread. if the beginning is horrid i apologize i didn't want to delete it and start over because i know i'll never start up again. enjoy the little fluff i threw together.

Dueling was an essential part of the Hogwarts curriculum. Every other week, there was a practice session down in the dungeons. Mats laid out on the floor and splayed on the walls. You hated it. Especially when it was in teams. Seriously, in what circumstances did students need to fight in pairs?

You weren’t known for your dueling skills and when your duels prolonged the average amount of time, you panicked and tapped out immediately.

Today was especially nerve wracking. Dueling in pairs, against Draco, and he’s partnered with the obnoxious girl who has it out for you.

She was clearly eating this up.

Draco was not. He did not like how obvious her intentions were. The shoving him every time she laughed, the raised pitch in her voice only when speaking to him, the way she says his name differently, all of it made him grimace internally. She was like a fly in his ear. Insufferable.

“An easy win.” She looks you up and down, smirking.

She looks over to Draco, attempting to exchange eye contact, but he was looking at you, with anguish. He didn’t hold his gaze for long as he adjusted his sleeves before getting in position.

Neville was your duel partner today. You could tell by his face he was utterly terrified. You kind of felt bad for befriending Draco, seeing what he did to the students around you and how he talked about them. But the side of him you’re not sure anyone else got to see, they don’t know about, the one you stumbled on accidentally while trying to use the washrooms and ended up staying on the cold floor for an hour after curfew just listening.

“Remember what we learned Neville.” You nod at him curtly. He sends you a look of appreciation under his worried gaze. Where would you two be without the extra training?

During the duel, you mostly try taking your anger out on the girl who targets you constantly for no reason. You didn’t even remember her stupid name. There are lots of girls like her. She was just the one who decided to be bold for the semester. Defending yourself makes you a target around the school for certain, but you didn't care enough to stop.

Dueling admittedly can be therapeutic when you have the right attitude. She was knocked down on the mat, clearly taken aback. You had shot spell after spell at her, almost to see how quickly you were able to possibly and properly get spells out of your wand.

Draco had to assist his dueling partner by default, but it made you unexpectedly feel sick seeing him trying to heal her.

“…Get up.” He holds her up by her arm. His gaze is anywhere else but around you.

You were searching for answers inside his eyes, growing more irritated the further he avoided you.

Neville gets his shot at revenge as well, continuously shooting at Draco while he tries to assist his dueling partner.

It was one of those matches that were long and painful. Both sides were equally as good, even if you hated to admit it.

It wasn't long until you’ve seen enough.

“Confringo!” You counter with a spell that bounced off the two of them back and forth until they’re both on the ground.

When the smoke cleared, your eyes flickered to the other end of the platform. Draco didn’t even look upset that he lost. Just surprised you would even use such a spell.

“I was getting sort of tired of using expelliarmus so frequently…” Neville blinked a few times, finally drawing his wand down.

“Freak!” The girl lays for a little too long expecting Draco to pick her up from the floor. He doesn’t.

“Is that even allowed?” She haggardly gets up on her own, dusting off her robes.

“It is.” Draco mutters before sauntering back to the group of students.

It was honestly one of the first duels you had won in a while, there was a newfound confidence in your stride.

It was free period. You decided to take the scenic route. To just relax outside,

“Came out to frolic in the grass did you?” Draco’s hair was completely restyled back to normal, despite the duel having just ended. He replaced his tethered robes with fresh ones and had enough time to wipe his complexion clean.

There was a playful smile on his face, one he didn’t show to most.

“After you lost, shouldn’t I be saying all these snobbish remarks now?” You look up at the sky to avoid his glance. Because if you did, you knew your smile would grow bigger than you would’ve liked.

He scoffs, setting his bag down on the ground.

“Don’t get all excited about this now,”

You watched as he sat down to reach your eye level.

“next time I won’t let you win.” Draco confidently sighed.

“Your pride would never let you purposefully lose.” You remark.

“Maybe it would for certain people.” He argues.

If this is what you thought it was, what an awful attempt at flirting.

“Either way, I won fair Malfoy.” You brush off his last statement.

Draco liked how you said his name. It sounded so familiar and genuine. It wasn't used in a hostile way.

It was hard to hide his growing smile.

“Why are you smiling…” You turn away.

“Is it so fun being a loser?” You say, back completely turned around to face him.

“I only lost because you flung me and that girl across the room!”

“She’s stupid! Of course I’m going to fling her away! You’re stupid too! Stop picking on people.”

Draco looks down while grinning at his feet.

“I’ll try.”

“Don’t just say it. Really do it.” You kick a rock in his direction.

“I get enough criticism for talking to you. Even though it’s all from you not being able to just leave me be.”

“Obviously you don’t care for what others are saying about me.” Draco shuffles the rock in between his feet, passing it back to you.

“Because I’ve seen otherwise to disprove the rumors.” You remarked.

“Before I start telling people you’re actually nice, you should start giving people a reason to believe me!” You toss the rock, watching it bounce off Draco's shoulder.

"Ow! You're the violent one!"

“I’m not going around claiming something that nobody will believe me for. I will not make a fool of myself Malfoy, not in that way. I'm already being prejudiced around here, no thanks to you.”

Draco was not known for his emotional intelligence. In fact, he might be the least comforting person you had ever talked to, but he had a feeling in between the insults, you were telling him how he really was capable of being a good person.

Draco let out a little smile, trying his best not to laugh at you.

Which was difficult because he had a habit of laughing at whatever or whoever he wanted to laugh at.

"This school is tolerable with you around." He said while swallowing whatever dry chuckles were left in his system.

"I'm only around because you follow me everywhere."

Draco slumped over, pushing his weight on your bag. Were his advances, seen as bullying? Of course it was. He was rude to everyone. How were you supposed to figure out he didn't mean it as much when it came to you? He didn't even really know he liked you not that long ago. Though, ever since that epiphany, he can't get you out of his head. There's the urge for more. To see you more. Sneak in more of you throughout the day.

"Keep bothering her, it makes you happier than when you bother others."

"I can't wait to see how she reacts to what I say next."

"I need her to see my new quidditch uniform."

All were stupid thoughts, yes, but they all worked. You were never mean enough to be hostile towards him, and honestly seeing him slip up and forget to keep his tough exterior up every once in a while was rewarding. You would never say it out loud but it made you feel special.

Draco lazily picks off blades of grass peaking through the cords attached to your bag. He had finally run out of things to say to bother you.

"...You aren't going to defend yourself?"

He glances up at you for a moment before shaking his head.

He thought, one day he'll be able to just confess and maybe pull you into a swift kiss right after. Of course, you'll say yes and kiss back and all of that stuff. He'll worry about it later.

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talesofesther · 1 year

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late night blues

Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: Tara is often plagued by the memories of what she's been through. Luckily she has you to remind her that life can still be warm and sweet.

A/N: This idea was given to me by my dear @iamnicodemus, I really hope you like it. It is my first time writing for Tara, guys, so be nice to me. Requests for her are open, just be mindful of my guidelines. <3

Masterlist

The TV was talking to itself. It was late at night already, too late for you to not be in bed.

But you were starting to get used to the constant noise of the cars on the streets, and the couch was so comfortable.

After the days you've been having, the short walk to the bedroom felt like too much of an effort.

Though it wasn't the smartest decision, because when you stirred awake with the sound of erratic knocking on your door, your neck and back were complaining in pain.

You opened your eyes slowly, lazily blinking away the sleepiness and adjusting to the bright TV in front of you. It was some poor reporter who was talking, forced to say the less exciting news at — with a frown, you felt around on the couch until you found your cellphone — 2:47 AM, great.

Leaving your phone on the coffee table, you stretched your sore muscles, basking in the eery feeling of having only the TV and street lamps from outside as your source of light in the small hotel room.

It was a temporary situation, only until everyone could get properly settled in New York. A cheaper hotel in the outskirts of the city, the rooms weren't huge — just a small joined living room and an excuse for a kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom — but it was enough, cozy in its own simple way.

The knocking came again and brought your still drowsy body back to reality. You got up from the couch with a groan and dragged yourself to the door.

Upon turning the lock and opening the door, you regretted not doing a quicker job of greeting your late-night visitor.

Tara stood in front of you, shaking like a leaf. She wore her fluffy pink jacket, hugging it impossibly closer to her body the best way she could manage with her bandaged hand; shifting awkwardly on her feet. The dim orange light of the hallway reflected against her cheeks, allowing you to see fading tear tracks on them. Her eyes, red-rimmed and wide, were looking at you with a silent plea.

"Hey," you whispered gently, tentatively. You peeked outside to take a one-second glance to the right where the door to her and Sam's room was, "is everything okay?"

Tara's lips hovered yet she couldn't speak, a lump formed in her throat that she had to gulp back. The nightmares — memories — remained all too vivid in her mind, blurring her sight and forcing her to stifle a sob.

She came looking for her source of comfort before even fully waking up, in nothing but a mess of unsteady feet and shaky breaths.

It was unfair, that someone so innocent took the worst of it.

You reached out a hand for her with the encouragement you knew she needed, "come here."

Tara limped forward, a lone tear rolling down her cheek. Maybe because walking was still painful. She said nothing as she threw herself into your arms, soft sobs being muffled by your hoodie.

You did your best to hold her tightly and stay mindful of her still-healing injuries. One hand cradling her head, your lips brushing the shell of her ear as you whispered promises you hoped to keep.

There was an unbearable weight to your chest whenever Tara came to you in nothing but shreds of herself. Barb wire wrapping itself around your throat like a constant reminder of the permanent scars.

Sometimes you wish you could take her pain to yourself.

You felt her tears trickling down your neck when Tara buried herself into you. She sucked in a sharp breath when she accidentally pressed her injured hand too forcefully into you — yet refused to let go despite the bitter sting.

Keeping one hand around her, you used the spare one to close the door. Turning the lock, just in case.

"Let's sit down, I can make you some hot chocolate if you want," you suggested, gently swinging your bodies together from side to side.

With a sniff, Tara pulled back, using your arms for support to ease the tension on her bad leg. She gave you a soft nod with an even softer smile. It was bittersweet to see her glistening, swollen eyes trying to convey some happiness.

You took her to the couch, sitting her down on the same spot you were previously occupying. There was a fuzzy blanket that instantly became your favorite when you checked in the hotel for the first time a few nights ago; you brought it around Tara's shoulders, making sure she was all snug and warm before you turned to go to the kitchen.

Tara's eyes widened the slightest bit at the mere idea of you putting distance between you and her, it tugged at your heartstrings that something so simple got her so terrified.

You kissed her forehead and promised to be back in less than five minutes. And you did, holding a warm mug of hot chocolate between your hands.

She deserves nothing but sweetness and warmth anyway.

Before sitting down beside Tara, you took a second to yourself to take her in. She looked adorably small between the mountain of blankets and cushions; her hair was a bit of a mess, up in what was supposed to be a bun, a few strands still clinging to the cold sweat on her forehead; she was looking at the TV, but you could tell her eyes were unfocused.

Tara offered a piece of the blanket to you as soon as you were beside her, carefully taking the mug you offered. She hummed appreciatively after the first sip, allowing the sweetness to calm her nerves.

She had one hand around the mug, the other feeling between the blankets until she found yours and gingerly took it, closing her fingers around yours the best she could with the bandage on her palm.

Unbeknownst to you, you became Tara's anchor. You were the person she sought out when the memories became too much to bear. It's not often that she wants to talk about it, trying to avoid at all costs to relive all that happened — all that panic, the pain, the fear of trying to crawl away from death but knowing you're not fast enough. So most nights, you hold her, you warm her up, you try to get her to smile, you make her hot chocolate. Warm and sweet.

And it was just your mistake, that your cellphone was not muted.

Its ringing was loud in the middle of the quiet night, vibrating against the coffee table as the screen lit up with Sam's name.

Tara flinched back so forcefully that even you got startled, she spilled a bit of the hot drink on her fingers but didn't really react to it, her eyes glued to your phone. Her breathing was suddenly all over the place, too fast as she couldn't get enough air in.

You mumbled a string of curses under your breath, getting up so fast that you almost fell face-first on the floor when your feet got tangled in the blankets.

Firstly you took the mug with hot chocolate from Tara's hand, she was shaking violently and you didn't want her burning herself. Then you answered the damn phone.

"Hey… she's here, don't worry," you comforted a worried Sam, keeping your eyes on Tara.

Your heart broke all over again.

With unsteady hands, Tara scrambled for the inhaler in her pocket, doing her best to ease her breathing. The images of the TV highlighted the path her tears left behind, with more still pooling on the bottom lid of her dark eyes.

"Yeah, of course," you spoke, setting down the mug on the coffee table, "I will, bye Sam."

You sighed, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you, "hey, it's okay," you turned off your phone, making sure to put it on silent mode.

Tara tried drying off her cheeks, quiet sobs making her shoulders shake.

Your feelings escaped you and you sat down beside her, taking her into your arms, "it was just Sam, she didn't know where you were." You spoke against her hair, moving your hand up and down her back to try and ground her. "I'm so sorry," you whispered.

Tara had a white-knuckled grip on your hoodie, her lips brushing your collarbone. "I keep getting back there," there was a sudden rawness to her voice, it broke by the end and she could taste the salt of her own tears, "every time I close my eyes, or- or hear a damn phone ringing, I'm back at the hospital, at my house-" a sob interrupted her, but the feeling of your arms tightening around her kept her going, "only this time, I can't get away."

Each beating of your heart hurts against your ribs, it wants to leap out of your chest and into her hands — even this close is not close enough; even with her in your arms, you still want to protect her more. Your thumb found the corner of her lip and moved up her cheek, brushing away her tears with the pad of your finger like a promise of safety.

"I can't sleep. I'm terrified of being alone," Tara melted against you, her good hand sneaking under your hoodie to feel the warmth there, "it's almost as if I- I see her-" she cut herself off and you knew she was talking about Amber, sometimes you wondered what hurt her more; the wounds or the betrayal.

Tara took in a shaky breath, her lips quivering, "I see her in dark corners, and it- it hurts-" she cradled her bandaged hand close to her chest, striving to chase away the hurt, the memories. The small act got you holding back tears.

"Because we were- we-"

"I know," you reassured her, feeling how it was becoming increasingly harder for her to speak. You cupped her face as your lips found her cheeks and you lightly kissed away her tears. "You never deserved any of it, and I'm so sorry I couldn't stop it from happening."

The back of your throat was burning. You brushed back loose strands of her hair, admiring how the freckles over her nose took in the glow of the street lamps that sneaked through the windows; thanking every possible entity that she was here for you to do so, "I'm so sorry I wasn't there. You have no idea how scared I was of losing you."

Tara blinked her eyes open, teardrops still clinging to her eyelashes. "You're here now. As am I." She said as a reassurance both to you and herself.

Your heart bled for her and her only. It hurt just how much you felt for her, how much you loved her. Though it was the good kind of pain.

You smiled, ever so gentle with the way you took hold of her hand — because gentleness is all she deserves — and placed a kiss on each of her knuckles, your lips brushing over the white bandages on her hand.

"I hope you know you're never getting rid of me."

And Tara chuckled, all teary-eyed and fragile, the smile finally somewhat reaching her eyes. "I'm counting on it."

It felt a lot like healing. And truth was, maybe you were both a bit of a mess, but existing together made it feel like you didn't need anything else to feel whole again.

A beat passed where you two just looked at each other, both wondering if the other is feeling the same, yet not having the courage to ask.

Tara's chest was rising and falling more steadily now. Without the weight of — for lack of a better word — your trauma, the hotel room held an intimacy to it.

Her eyes drifted down to where your hand held onto hers. Where others hurt, you cared. She was looking at you as if you were everything she'd ever thirsted for; as if no one else made sense.

"You think it's already cold?" Tara tilted her head to the mug on the table, if anything, to clear the sudden timidness growing between you.

You hummed, stretching forward to grab the mug, "I don't think so," you brought it to your lips and took a sip, the sweet beverage still warm on your tongue.

Tara took it from you with a smirk threatening to appear; she leaned back on the couch, hugging the covers closer to her chest and drinking from the same spot your lips had just been.

You're not sure why it raised goosebumps on your skin.

On the TV, a random movie had been playing for a while now, you didn't care much for it as long as it worked to take Tara's mind off of things — which seemed to be working just fine. She snuggled up to you as soon as you leaned back as well, her head finding your shoulder as she kept her eyes on the pirates braving the seven seas in front of her.

You could get used to this, you decided.

"Can I stay here for the night?" Tara asked hesitantly, glancing up at you, "the rest of the night, that is."

You bumped her knee with yours. As if you'd ever say no. "Only if you promise to stay tomorrow too."

And every day after.

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reyzxzc · 16 days

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only a older sister understands

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summary: as riley is an older sister, she experiences jack and luke growing up and sometimes, it makes her cry.

contains: pure fluff, memories with some angst, cussing, sad older sister watching her little brothers grow up.

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may 14, 2001

a two year old riley and quinn walked into the hospital. “okay, you two, your gonna need to be gentle and quiet, okay?” jim said to his two kids.

riley nodded excitedly. she was excited to me her baby brother. quinn nodded.

jim opened the door to the hospital room, where ellen was currently in holding jack in her arms.

“hey guys.” ellen whispered, “this is jack.” ellen told them. riley walked over to her mom. “he’s so cute.” riley smiled.

quinn followed after her. “look quinny.” riley said, grabbing quinn’s arm. quinn looked at his baby brother. “he looks like mama.” quinn noted.

riley nodded. “you wanna hold him?” ellen asked. riley nodded. “okay, sit down.” ellen said. riley sat down, ellen placed jack in her arms. “support his head.” ellen said.

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september 9, 2003

all three hughes siblings walked into the hospital room where their mom was staying, she had just given birth to luke about three hours ago.

riley was holding jacks hand. “riley?” jack asked. “yea?” riley looked at him. “whys mommy in the hospital room?” jack asked.

“well, mommy had a baby. just like when she had you.. your an older brother jack.” riley explained. “oh..” jack whispered. riley walked into the hospital room with jack and quinn.

“guys, this is luke.” ellen said. riley smiled, she was so happy, she loved jack and she knew she would love luke.

jack pouted. “come on jack, your gonna love him.” riley said. jack hugged onto his older sister, leaning against her.

jack shook his head. “someone’s jealous.” jim told ellen, as he was standing with quinn. “he doesn’t wanna lose his oldest sister, it’s sweet.” ellen said.

riley patted jacks shoulder. “hi luke.” riley said, touching luke’s small hands. luke squirmed a bit at the coldness of her hands.

riley giggled. “see jack.. you did that too.” riley said, her other hand on jacks back. “no.” jack shook his head.

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december 13, 2010

all four hughes siblings were all skating on an outdoor rink in their back yard. riley wasn’t as big into hockey as her brothers but she knew how to play.

jack and luke were play fighting when jack accidentally knocked luke down and he hit his head, causing him to start crying.

“luke?” riley skated over to him. “what happened?” riley asked jack, holding luke’s head.

“we were playing fighting, i’m sorry i didn’t mean to.” jack spoke fast. “it’s okay jack, go get mom, okay” riley said.

jack went to get ellen. riley rubbed luke’s back. “i know moosey. i know.” riley whispered. “my head hurt.” luke cried, leaning into riley.

“it’s okay, let’s get off the ice, yea?” riley said. quinn had went in with jack. riley stood up, helping luke off the ice. “there we go.” riley said, walking in with luke.

ellen walked over to them. “mom.” riley said. “oh luke.” ellen said, feeling the back of luke’s head. “your it’s just gonna be sore.” ellen said, kissing his head.

“mom, is he okay?” jack walked over to them, his cheeks has tear stains. “he’s okay.” ellen nodded. “i’m sorry luke.” jack said. “it’s okay.”

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april 28, 2014

the hughes’ were home alone, jim and ellen were out on a date, they left quinn and riley in charge.

“riley!” luke walked into her room. “what?” riley asked. “can you play roller hockey with me? quinn and jack are outside playing together.” luke said, with a saddened tone.

“leaving you out?” riley asked. luke nodded. “okay, well instead of roller hockey, we can make cookies and or something? i don’t wanna play roller.” riley said, walking over to luke.

“can we make m&m cookies?” luke asked. “if we have m&ms.” riley nodded. luke smiled. “your the best.” “i know.” riley kissed his head

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february 19, 2016

riley was sitting with jack cuddle into her side, jack was sick. he had a fever.

riley rubbed jacks back. “how are you feeling?” riley asked. “like i got hit by a zamboni.” jack said.

“at least your making jokes.” riley said. jack leaned closer to her. riley placed a blanket over jack.

“moms gonna be home soon, rowdy. and the she’ll take to the doctor.” riley said, kissing back on the head.

jack nodded, closing his eyes.

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june 22, 2018

it was quinn draft day today. a very exciting day for the hughes family.

the hughes row sitting order was, jim, ellen, quinn, riley, luke, jack. luke wanted to sit by riley, but so did jack. but riley sat next to quinn and jack and luke played rock paper scissors for the seat next time riley.

the team on the clock was the vancouver canucks with the 7th overall selection, round one.

“…vancouver selects, from the university of michigan, quinn hughes.” the canucks gm announced.

the hughes’ stood up, riley hugged quinn first. “your amazing, quinn. i’m so proud.” riley whispered. “thank you, ry.” quinn smiled.

quinn then hugged luke, followed by jack, his grandmother, ellen, and then jim.

quinn walked down the row and up the stage, his whole family cheering.

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june 21, 2019

the same deal as last year, but this time jack was getting drafted. another very exciting day for the hughes’

the row order was jim, ellen, jack, luke, riley, quinn.

“with the first pick overall, the new jersey devils are proud to select from the U.S program, jack hughes.” the devils announced.

jack hugged luke, quinn, and then riley. “you did rowdy.” riley kissed his cheek. “i’m so proud.” riley said. “thank you.”

jack then moved on to hug the rest of his family.

jack walked down row and to the stage, when jack got into the stage and put the jersey and hat on after taking the photo, he pointed at the crowd, getting laughs from the hughes row.

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july 23, 2021

two years later, it was luke’s turn. the hughes family was in their this year because of covid, but still excited to celebrate luke.

the hughes family sat on the couch.

“with the fourth overall pick, the new jersey devils are proud to pick from the USA development program, luke hughes.” the devils gm announced.

jack was the first to hug luke, jumping while he did so, which earned laughed from quinn and riley. luke then hugged quinn while jack was still shaking his shoulders.

luke hugged riley. “your growing up on me.” riley said, hugging luke. “i know.” luke said. “i’m so proud of you, moosey. just wished you’d stop growing up.” riley ruffled his hair.

“alright, alright. thank you, ry.”

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#riley hughes au #hockey #umich #umich boys #nhl #nhl au #nhl imagine #nhl players #luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes #ellen hughes #jim hughes #growing up #riley hughes

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☇ POLAROID — S.H.

— pairing ；Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

— summary ；Steve's still trying to get used to the whole dating thing, but the fact that one of the only girls who genuinely caught his eye seemingly despises him, doesn't really help.

— warnings ；Kind of angsty?, But with a fluffy ending, Swearing, Post-Season 3, Young Steve being a dick.

— A/N ；Going back to my roots and writing for this goofball <3. Thank you all so much for your love on my Eddie fic! I'm hoping to write more of him and Steve! ♡ (Also not proof read since it's about 0:45 rn, so that will have to wait til morning!)

— word count ；3,4k.

"Whatcha staring at?"

Steve screamed as Robin's face appeared next to him, dropping the book he was holding and taking a few steps back, his hand resting over his banging heart as he tried to calm down.

"For fucks sake, Robin! Don't scare me like that!"

He snapped, pushing her face away with his book and going back to staring, although not at the work in his hands.

His brown gaze was focused on you as you walked around the store, browsing through the sections and picking up movies, staring at them and then putting them back, finally stopping at the horror section and reached for Tourist Trap, some 70s movie Steve had briefly hear Keith mention while restocking.

"That's Y/N."

Steve finally broke his stare away from you, turning to look at Robin as she copied his stance, resting her chin on her palms as she watched you pull a face at the description of the movie.

"She was my lab partner for a few years, almost blew the whole school to the ground if it weren't for her."

Robin chuckled at the fond memory, switching her gaze to Steve and instantly recognizing those unmistakable heart eyes of his, scoffing as she turned away.

"God, not her, please. She's like, way out of your league, plus, the only cool person I know."

Robin muttered beneath her breath, Steve furrowing his brows and turning to glare at his friend, both offended and hurt by her words.

"What about me? I'm cool!"

"Hardly."

Steve clicked his tongue, turning back around to find you walking over to him, his palms growing sweaty and his heart speeding up, hissing a warning to Robin as if she genuinely cared that you were approaching.

"She's coming, fuck, she's coming-"

Steve did his best to try and seem cool, leaning on his arm but accidentally knocking off a stack VHSs that Robin had placed there, making her click her tongue and letting out a noise of complaint.

Instead of looking cool or smooth, the only thing you saw was Steve Harrington, the late King of Hawkins High, trying (and failing miserably) to pick up the fallen movies and place them back in order before posing awkwardly.

He flashed his award winning smile, hoping that that would distract you from the embarrassment he had just gone through.

"Morning!"

He said cheerfully, leaning his whole body onto the arm he had placed on the counter, feeling his smile slightly falter as you silently placed the movies in front of him without a single word, only a quick nod he would've surely missed if he weren't looking at you so intently.

Steve went through the movies as he mentally punched himself for being so awkward, stopping as he picked one out, the VHS sticking out like a sore thumb compared to all the others.

"Raiders of the Lost Ark, huh? Good choice."

"You haven't watched it, Steve."

"Robin! " He hissed as soon as the words left her mouth, clearing his throat and turning back to you in hoped of smoothing things over. "I- I mean, I started to watch it with my dad, but I fell asleep."

He tried to lighten the mood with a bright smile, which you ignored, of course, snatching the tapes from him as soon as he was done with them and shoving them into your bag, the harsh gesture making Steve flinch.

"Thanks. Bye, Robin."

"Bye, Y/N."

The door to the store made a 'ding!' sound as it closed, announcing your departure and making Steve sigh, leaning back on the counter once he turned around to face Robin, an awkward look on his face.

"How come you get a goodbye?"

"I've known her for a long time. And, she doesn't hate me."

Steve whirled around to stare at her in shock, the word 'hate' reverberating throughout his mind as he took it in.

Hate ? She hated him?

He could only catch a glimpse of your jeans as you walked away from the corner of his eye, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at the ground.

What had he done for you to hate him? It was the first time he had spoken to you! Had you heard the rumours from back when he was 'King'? Were those the ones that caused you to hate him?

"You really don't remember, do you?"

Steve looked up at Robin, who's normally cocky look was exchanged for one of pity, raising her finger to lick it before passing a page in her book.

"Remember what?" He said, a bit harsher than he meant for it to come out, but still, he couldn't really find the answer as to why someone who he had just met, could hate him so easily.

"The Snow Ball?"

Steve only looked even more confused, making Robin sigh in exasperation.

"Fuck, Harrington, how am I supposed to help if you're just going to act like a complete and utter idiot!?" Robin snapped, putting down her book and leaving to the back, where she wouldn't be so affected by his dumbassery.

"Wh-What? What did I do-"

The Snow Ball...

Steve couldn't remember much of that night, it was just some stupid memory in the back of his head from years ago, but it was almost like a fresh wound for you.

You could clearly remember his cute little smile as he fixed his hair with his hands nervously, biting the inside of his cheek as he sat in a corner patiently, waiting for anyone to just come talk to him.

It was quite sad at first, it was clear he had gotten his father to do his hair for him, since it was the first time anyone had seen it in such a state, loads of hairspray and gel clearly having gone into it.

His hands where everywhere but at his sides, playing with his tie or looking at his watch as if he hadn't just checked it moments ago.

You just had to do something, you couldn't let him simply sit there alone, waiting patiently for something that clearly wasn't coming.

"Steve? Do you want to dance?"

His brown gaze looked up at you, your hair done in some cheesy 70s hairdo and braces framing your smile, your hand outstretched to him.

Steve wasn't going to complain, hell, he wasn't in the best era of his life either, recalling how he had spent hours before the dance scrubbing his face clean of spots.

"Y-Yeah, I'd really like that."

He beamed, taking your hand and lifting himself up, quickly joining you on the dance floor and shakily putting his hands on your waist, gulping as you put your own on his shoulders, some ABBA song playing in the background.

You remembered the way he brightly smiled as he took you to the photo booth, looking at the Polaroids in disdain once they were handed to you both, the flash and the lighting doing no wonders for either of you.

Yet you smiled it off, drawing some silly moustache over him on his picture as he drew a few things of his own on yours, adding a little red heart on the back of it that he hoped you wouldn't see until you were back home.

It had been perfect.

Or so you thought.

Your dad had picked you up quite early from the ball, waving you over from the doors as you finished your last dance with Steve, ending the night with a quick peck on his cheek before rushing away in a blur of red cheeks and a blue dress.

As you fell asleep that night, you had the crazy idea, that maybe, just maybe, he'd become your boyfriend.

You were 12, you were allowed to giggle and dream of the boy that you had spent the best night of your life with.

But apparently, the feelings weren't returned.

It seemed that during a small school break due to some gas leak, Steve had dumped his old friends to hang out with the popular people he had met at the ball after you had left.

You had returned to your education with a bright smile and high hopes, but you were met with a look of disgust from his friends and a short chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from you as if he were embarrassed of what had gone down the night of the dance.

The new friends he had made were just absolutely horrible. Tommy was known for putting chewing gum in girls' hair, Carol for bullying girls who didn't fit in with her beauty standards, most of the others just being plain horrid to everyone else.

And if that wasn't worse, he had twisted the story of that night, claiming that he had felt bad for you, even though you were weird and had braces and were definitely not his type, and had invited you to dance out of pity.

That didn't go well with Carol's natural gossipy nature, instantly spreading the story until it got twisted and the whole school believed you were some kind of bitch that had somehow forced him to dance with you.

And of course, he got off scott-free, while you had to endure two full years of bullying until some other drama got their attention.

Still, it had ruined almost two years of your life, and Carol still gave you dirty looks every time you passed her at school, so no wonder you developed a deep grudge towards the boy with the perfectly styled hair, that not only festered over time, but ended with you actually admitting to someone that you hated him, and as fate would have it, that person would end up being his best friend years later.

Said person was also stabbing you with a pen at a pep rally, clearly trying to get your attention as you did your best to concentrate on the basketball players.

"What, Robin, what?"

"Steve doesn't remember the Snow Ball."

Those words hurt like actual daggers would, the thought that the boy that had technically ruined quite a big part of your life didn't even remember doing it... Genuinely fucking hurt.

That's how you ended up once again in home video, a small plastic bag with the tapes you had rewinded just that morning and two Polaroids in your hand.

"Where's Steve?"

The guy behind the counter looked at you with a bewildered expression, holding a bag of chips in his hand as a movie played in the small boxy TV that stood on the counter.

"Not here."

"When does his shift start?"

"Dunno."

Your growled, slamming your hands on the countertop and glaring into his eyes.

"Listen, 'Keith', you're going to tell me when Steve Harrington comes in, or I will sit in here for hours on end waiting for him, telling you every single thought that pops into mind, oh, and I can assure you. I am annoying as fuck."

The manager stayed silent, his hand midway into the chips packet as he stared behind you, nodding slowly at whoever was standing there.

"Right there."

You whirled around with an angered glare, making eye contact with Steve's pretty brown eyes, his look of confusion almost comparable to that one of a puppy, but that wasn't the time for that.

"Uh, that- that's me?"

He pointed at himself, cocking his head to a side as he spied the plastic bag and the two pictures, about to question what you actually were doing there and why you were screaming about him, but you interrupted him as you grabbed his hand and pulled him into a corner of a store.

"Shit, take me out on a date fir-"

"Shut up."

You shoved the Polaroid into his face, your angered expression never leaving as he leaned his head back to try and see it properly, his brows furrowed before he recognised the face that was staring back at him.

"Woahoho! How'd you get this? Shit, I forgot all about it!"

He chuckled, focusing on himself as he cringed at the way his hair was styled back then, not realising that if anyone else was asked to tell the difference, they probably wouldn't be able to.

Your finger suddenly pointed at the person next to him, with the blue dress and the stupid updo, frowning for a moment before it all clicked, recognising the girl as you.

"Ohhhh fuuuck-"

"Yeah."

He looked up at you with a face that was contorted in a mixture of guilt and sadness, his free hand coming up to slap against his face as he groaned.

"L/N."

"Yeah."

That was seemingly the only answer your brain could come up with, your fingers involuntarily playing with the hem of your shirt as you watched the recognition wave over him.

"Fuck, I- fuck, I didn't recognise you! Your hair it's - and your style! You- your braces! You got rid of your braces!"

"5 years ago."

You said with an unamused look, making him hiss uncomfortably and look away, nodding his head as his hand rubbed the back of his neck, a clear sign of his nervousness.

"Fuck, I... I was a dick, wasn't I?"

He mumbled, slowly starting to remember all the things that had happened subsequent to the ball. The Polaroid was flipped around, his heart skipping a beat as he recognised the messy looking heart in red Sharpie, recalling how nervous he had been as he shakily drew it on the back.

"Yeah, you were. An absolute dick."

He nodded, knowing now that your hate towards him was valid.

"Shit, look, I'm not trying to make excuses-"

"I don't want your apology."

"I wasn't going to apologize! Shit, that sounded bad-"

He hit his forehead with his hand once again, groaning as a wave of guilt washed over him, the memories just not ceasing now that he had unlocked that part of his life.

"Look, I- I was one of those shitty kids that believed that if you messed with your crush, they'd like you back!"

"So your version of a grand love gesture was getting your crush bullied for two whole years?!"

You snapped back at him, making him shake his head, trying his best to explain himself but just digging himself into a deeper hole.

"No! Fuck, I- I was nervous when they asked me if I liked you, I wanted to say yes but then they started to slag you off! I don't know why I joined in, I guess I just wanted to be cool!"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared down at the floor, your foot tapping on the floor angrily as you listened to his half-assed explanation.

"Yeah, well, you got that, didn't you? You didn't get the girl but you got your oh-so-important popularity!"

You raised your arms up in exasperation, letting him try to articulate one final answer but finally growing tired of his bullshit, snatching the Polaroids from him and shoving the plastic bag into his chest.

"Thanks for your time, Harrington."

You left him there with the bag full of tapes, his face staring at you longingly as you walked away, feeling his heart clench as all the now-painful memories of watching you get bullied flooded his mind, that stupid 'ding!' the door made finally snapping him out of it.

"Fuck, wait, wait!"

The bag was thrown across the store and probably into Keith's face, but in the spur of the moment, he couldn't care less.

"Y/N, wait!"

He reached you as you started to pull your car keys out, glaring at him with the same intensity that you had on the other day when he had met you for the 'first' time.

"I... Fuck, I'm really fucking sorry. I'm not like that anymore, I'm not like Tommy or any of those dicks! You think they'd be working at Family Video of all places?"

He cried out, pointing at the vest that displayed his little name tag, the corners of your lips lifting slightly at the thought of any other of those popular guys working at such a store.

"Look, I know there's no excuses for my actions, I made you suffer, I hurt you. I just want you to know, that if I could, I would go back and grab that stupid punk's ridiculous hair and shove him in a locker before he even had the thought of hurting you."

You felt your heart flutter at the thought that he had actually changed to repent his actions, even if he had still caused you enormous amounts of pain... It was... Nice, to know that he regretted it.

"So... I know a stupid apology can't change the past, but I hope it can change the future."

Steve outstretched his hand to you, gulping as he screamed at himself mentally, cursing himself out for being so cringy around you.

The last thing both of you were expecting was for you to actually take his hand, shaking it before pulling away and shoving it into your jacket's pocket.

"Just so you know, Harrington,"

The boy perked up, once again instantly comparable to a puppy finally getting attention, nodding as he tried to get you to continue.

"I don't really see the difference."

Your other hand came up to flick a strand of hair out of his eyes, letting him know you were referring to his perfectly styled hair, that in your eyes, looked exactly the same as that fateful night at the ball.

"Tsk, lies, you can! I use a different kind of hairspray, thank you very much. One that's easier to rinse out of my eyes."

He muttered the last bit underneath his breath, feeling his heart speed up at the sight of your lips forming into a smile, turning your head so he wouldn't be able to see it so clearly.

"Yeah, well ... I'll uh, see you later, Harrington. Thanks for the closure, I guess?"

You turned around to start to walk away, your hands fiddling with the Walkman that was attached to your jeans, but stopped in your tracks as Steve let out a weird sound, much like those a teenager going though puberty would.

"I uh- Harrison Ford is really hot -"

You raised an eyebrow at the sudden proclamation, crossing your arms over your chest as you spun around to face him once again.

"I'm aware of that."

"Would you like to watch that movie of him? The one you rented the other day?"

He was now nervously spewing bullshit, not knowing how to focus when you were right in front of him, his brain short-circuiting as he gazed into your beautiful eyes.

"Raiders of the Lost Ark?" You drawled out, making him clap his hands together and point at you, nodding energetically.

"Yeah, that one! Since I never got to finish it, I was maybe hoping- we could watch it together...?"

You considered his proposition, looking down at the ground for a moment as you thought it through. He did seem like he had actually changed, he wasn't that image of a bully you had made up in your mind all those years ago, he was back to being sweet innocent Steve. The Steve that had accepted your hand as you brought him to the dance floor, the Steve that had nervously placed his hands on your waist and constantly asked if that was okay, the Steve that had poured punch on someone for insulting your dress and had then spent the whole night complimenting it... The Steve your 12 year old self had fantasised about before seeing him again.

You gulped, looking back up and instantly recognizing the look on his face, that of a person that had been rejected way too many times to already know what was coming.

"We don't have to of course, it would be stupid consideri-"

"I'd love to."

You finally declared, smiling as his face instantly lit up at your confirmation, raising both his hands in a thumbs up, nodding furiously as his words came out as a mess.

"Yeah- okay! I mean, cool! Yeah, I'll uh- we'll talk later! I really don't want to be fired-"

With one last wave he hurried back into the store, the glass door slamming behind him and almost shattering it, making you chuckle.

Steve adjusted his hair in his car's rearview mirror one last time before clearing his throat and leaving the car, straightening out his jacket as he walked up the pavement, frowning in confusion as he recognised the steps that lead up to the house, looking down at the piece of paper that he had scribbled your address on as you told him on the phone, making sure he didn't get any numbers wrong.

Still confused as hell, he rung the doorbell, clenching his fists at his sides as he heard meowing from behind the door, and a few shouts before the door slammed open, his mouth falling agape as he instantly recognised the head of curls that stood in front of him.

"Dustin !?"

"Steve !?"

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Old leaves and twigs broke under Whumper's feet as they ran barefoot through the woods. He had no idea where he was running too, but anywhere was good as long he didn't catch them.

"Whumper you're just making this harder on yourself", Whumper heard through the trees. They sounded uncomfortably close.

Whumper stopped to get his barings, "that fucken caretaker, how was I even found. Whumpee wouldn't have known where this place was."

Whumper took off again, trying to change directions. He couldn't let Whumpee's caretaker find him. There's no telling what he'd do, especially out here with no witnesses.

Whumper accidentally rolled his ankle with a large stick that slid through the wet leaves. He slid along with it and fell into the muck of leaves.

"Shit", Whumper groaned.

"I heard that", Caretaker yelled, "that means I'm close to you.

The sound of a shotgun being pumped gave Whumper a boost of adrenaline.

"I can't run like this", Whumper tried to stand, but definitely had a bad sprain.

Whumper looked into the trees and found one that he could climb.

Once situated on the limb, he tried to catch his breath. He was sore all over. Caretaker had snuck onto the private property and knocked at his door. Whumper didn't even have a second before the door was kicked in. He dodged Caretaker and ran.

The sound of someone approaching sent chills down Whumper's back.

Caretaker examined the skid mark, "wow you must have gotten pretty hurt here, I bet you twisted maybe even sprained an ankle", Caretaker laughed, "definitely no way you kept running on that."

Whumper held onto the trunk of the tree, he was shaking uncontrollably.

Caretaker leaned against a different tree, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. "I know you're close. I can wait as long as you need me too. I am very patient."

Whumper rolled his eyes, 'great', was his only thought.

He heard Caretaker laugh again.

"I had hoped to catch you off guard, I don't even think you had shoes on when you ran. Your feet are probably killing you from the forest floor", Caretaker blew out some smoke, "we can wait all night if you want, I'm dressed to be out here. I know you are going to have a rough time though."

Whumper looked down at his feet, sure enough they were a bloody mess. He groaned silently when he moved his ankle slightly.

"I want you to pay attention to the fear you feel right now. Knowing that I have the upper hand, and you are at my mercy. This is how you made Whumpee feel all day, every day", Caretaker continued, "you've done some twisted things to them, but don't worry, they are in good hands now."

Whumper looked down at Caretaker. This man was absolutely terrifying. It shook Whumper even more thinking about what Caretaker had planned.

"I know you're up in that tree", Caretaker stated ominously not even looking up.

Whumper's whole body jolted at the thought. Caretaker was aware of them being up there this whole time.

"Do I need to shoot you down, or are you going to get down here willingly and pay for what you've done to Whumpee?", Caretaker dropped the remaining part of the cigarette and stepped on it, "you get a minute before I start shooting, keep in mind I won't miss."

Whumper sighed.

"I can't get down. It was hard enough to get up here", Whumper called down.

Caretaker looked up, "and do you think I care?"

Whumper sighed, then moaned and groaned all the way down the tree.

Once low enough Caretaker yanked him off the tree and threw him to ground.

Whumper lay face down into the dirt. He didn't want to look up.

Caretaker circled, "you know Whumpee is an open book. They were so desperate for love and attention, once they got it, a wealth of knowledge. Get up and kneel."

Whumper groaned as they got up, kneeling made their ankle throb.

"Do I, do I have to kneel? My ankle..."

"You made Whumpee do stuff when they were in pain", Caretaker interrupted, "you didn't care, so why should I?"

Whumper looked down.

"I'm not sure what I want to do with you yet. I can't do something overly illegal, or I risk being taken from Whumpee's care team. I don't trust the justice system though, they won't give Whumpee closure. I think you deserve worse than jail honestly."

Whumper listened.

"Whumpee says to let you go, but I don't trust you. You'll probably go find someone else to hurt or come back for Whumpee. I'm not chancing it", Caretaker frowned.

"You'll never see or hear from me again I promise", Whumper pleaded, "just let me go."

Caretaker circled Whumper, "nice try but Whumpee wouldn't be completely free knowing you were out there, and what if you do strike again. I could be allowing you to go screw with another person's life."

Whumper begged, "no, please, I'm done I swear."

"Get up", Caretaker commanded.

Whumper stood as quickly as they could.

"What was that one thing you did to Whumpee, oh I remember", Caretaker smirked, "let's go back to your house and replicate it."

"Uh no please, just kill me if you must", Whumper fell back down to the ground, "I don't know what you are implying, but I don't want it."

"I'm sure Whumpee didn't want to do it either", Caretaker replied sharply, and pulled them back up, "I can't just kill you, they'd trace it back to me, I can cause an accident though."

"What?", Whumper stumbled as Caretaker shoved them.

"How many situations do you have coursing through your mind right now, hmm?", Caretaker pushed Whumper through the woods, "what exactly do you think I could do to you?"

"I don't want to find out", Whumper replied.

They finally made it back to Whumper's property.

"Let's go inside", Caretaker pushed them forward with his gun.

"I'm serious, can we not do this", Whumper turned toward Caretaker.

"How many times did Whumpee ask you for mercy. After they were found, you went into hiding. You hurt someone, and you don't want to deal with the repercussions", Caretaker frowned.

"I'm sorry, I'll do anything, just please don't do what you are planning", Whumper pleaded.

"Okay, you come back with us, confess to the court, and take whatever they give you. I'm sure you'll receive more mercy from them, then from me", Caretaker frowned, "unfortunately."

"Did you say us?", Whumper questioned.

A police siren sounded making Whumper jump.

"You tricked me", Whumper looked wide eyed at Caretaker, "you did all of this... and for what?"

"Satisfaction. Trust me, if I could have killed you, I would have, but like I said, I don't want to be taken from Whumpee's care team", Caretaker sighed and cleared the gun before handing it to the police, "I received permission to do this so you would confess, and give me some satisfaction. Plus, I was recording so Whumpee could watch you piss yourself", Caretaker grinned, "give them some justice."

Whumper's hands were pulled behind them, and cuffs were clicked tightly around their wrist.

Caretaker pulled out a cigarette box and lighter, and watched as Whumper was arrested.

A police officer stepped up beside them, "how hard was it to not pull the trigger. You had two bullets. I would have had a hard time."

"It was easy, I kept reminding myself that Whumpee was waiting for me. I have other responsibilities to attend to", Caretaker put the cigarette to his lips to light it, "I didn't have time to waste fighting the justice system. The same courts that will let them walk free, would put me in jail. That's why I requested the camera, in case things didn't go my way. Whumpee also begged me not to kill him. I keep my promises."

Caretaker walked into the house a while later, and was met by a curious Whumpee.

"Whumpee you shouldn't be out of bed", Caretaker kicked off his boots and frowned at the trail of my mud, "I thought I got it all off, I guess not."

"H-how did it go?", Whumpee poked their fingers together shyly.

"It went well, they are still alive if that's what you mean", Caretaker smiled, "I scared them, and they confessed. The police were able to arrest them."

Whumpee looked down.

"You seem unhappy", Caretaker knelt down in front of Whumpee, "why?"

"I'm sorry, I am happy, really. Thankyou for everything you've done for me", Whumpee faked a smile.

"But", Caretaker grinned, "you wanted something to happen, you wanted Whumper to have fought back a little, you wanted him to have experienced even a little of what he put you through."

Whumpee looked at Caretaker fearfully, but nodded, "am I bad for that?"

"No Whumpee, you're not", Caretaker ran his thumb across Whumpee's cheek to wipe a tear away, "you went through a lot. It's not wrong to wish that on the person who did it."

Whumpee whimpered as more tears started to fall.

"Aww Whumpee you've been holding in a lot of this, haven't you", Caretaker sighed, "it's okay, how about we go sit down. I do have a video of what happened if you want to watch that. I think it was really funny."

Whumpee nodded.

Caretaker wrapped a blanket around Whumpee and got the video started.

Caretaker smiled as Whumpee giggled at Whumper's begging.

Whumpee wiped some more tears away and looked at Caretaker, "they looked terrified."

"They were very scared", Caretaker nodded, "did that make you feel a little better?"

"A little", Whumpee grinned, "but what's going to happen now?"

"For right now, we have to wait. The lawyers and court will have to deal with it. Whumper didn't look good running away and hiding", Caretaker sighed, "you are under the protection of your care team so no matter what you will never go back to him again."

Whumpee nodded, "can I, can I watch it again?"

"Of course you can", Caretaker winked, "I'm going outside for a smoke while you watch it, okay?"

"Okay", Whumpee grinned at Whumper falling to the floor as they scurried out of the house, "thankyou Caretaker", Whumpee turned to them, "thankyou so much for doing this."

Caretaker winked, "you're welcome Whumpee", he grinned, "I'm glad I was able to do it."

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strawberrycheeks-and-glasses · 7 months

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Happy Birthday, Kei

Since it’s our favorite boy’s birthday, I was finally able to celebrate him this year! I love him so much and i just wanted some cute fluff for his bday 🥰 please enjoy~

Tsukishima x reader | rated G | 2k~

Summary: You’ve recently started dating Kei and found out that his birthday was coming up. Wanting to celebrate him, you decide to surprise him, but things don’t go according to plan.

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You’ve only been dating Kei for a few months, but when you found out it was his birthday from his best friend Tadashi, you knew you wanted to do something special.

You’re not a very outgoing person, but you’re also not so shy that you hate any ounce of attention you might attract. Honestly, you don’t seek it out, but you always happen to be what people are staring at, because you make a mess wherever you go, with your terrible luck.

Unlike Kei.

He’s shy, and quiet. And he hates when people notice him, even though he’s six feet tall and blond, so he sticks out like a sore thumb. But he never wants the attention.

Why he started dating you, you have no idea. You’re a clutz, an accidental attention magnet and to be dating a guy who hates people looking at him, it makes no sense why he’s with you.

But he is.

How did your awkward pairing happen? You can thank Mother Nature for that. Because while you were you on your hands and knees in the middle of the quad, chasing after the papers the wind blew away from you, the very last one landed under Kei’s shoe.

“Excuse me, you’re stepping on my assignment,” you squeaked up at him from the ground.

Peering down at you from his height, through his glasses, he lifted his foot to allow you to grab the sheet of paper.

“Don’t you turn things in electronically?” He asked, pushing up his glasses as you stood up from the ground.

“Yes,” you stated, brushing down your skirt and patting your hair down. Finally, looking up into his golden eyes, you smiled at him. “But I prefer the feeling of writing my assignments by hand.”

After that, he noticed you everywhere he went. Something always happened while you were around, making him catch a glimpse of your sweet smile as you apologized to the librarians for knocking over a stack of books, or running back to the Chem lab with a mop after spilling some sort of chemicals.

Please read the rest on ao3

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somber-sapphic · 11 months

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Hi! Can I request 1, 35, and ill timed with Yelena and sick reader? Love your writing!

Old Wives' Tales

This is my first Yelena fic! This is also unedited! Mostly because it's 2am!

[[Summary]] Most of the avengers would kill to get out of a press conference. Not you. You would do whatever you could to make sure you got to go. (yelena x reader)

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You had been looking forward to the press conference all week. Most of the others absolutely hated dealing with the media. Natasha voiced her hatred outright and had even recruited Clint and Wanda (who were clearly only supporting the assassin because they were dating) to boycott any sort of press event. Fury had shut it down, insisting that it was a part of the job and that people needed to view all of you as a unit.

Tony loved the attention, Bruce didn’t really care about any of it as long as the big guy didn't come out, Cap was, of course, all about the people, Strange enjoyed showing off his intelligence in any way that he could and Thor always looked bored. Yelena only went because she had little choice. Natasha decided that if she had to go, so did her sister.

You, Tony, and Cap were the three who truly loved the conferences. It was fun for you, it was some of the only times that you could snap back at the public for the way that they saw some of you, mainly when it came to the three women. For some reason, they were more okay with the men destroying cities than with the rest of you accidentally knocking down some statues in a battle. Calling them out on it and watching faces go red was quite entertaining.

Imagine your dismay when you woke up three hours before the conference with a blocked nose and full sinuses. Your throat felt like someone had force-fed you gravel and your body was unnaturally heavy. Damnit. You were sick. You hadn’t been sick in years but could recognize the feeling anywhere. It went without saying that you were no longer looking forward to dealing with reporters.

With a hacking cough, you heaved yourself out of bed, swaying when your feet hit the floor. All of the blood rushed from your head, leaving you dizzy and vulnerable. You fell back onto the bed and clutched your head in your hands, groaning quietly. This was going to be an incredibly long day. Suddenly the idea of sitting under harsh lights and arguing with misogynists sounded like a nightmare.

You took a final deep, bubbling breath and stood up again before shuffling to the bathroom to get ready. Despite knowing that there would be someone to do your makeup you applied a small amount, simply enough to make yourself look less like a walking zombie and more like a semi-living human.

It was difficult to do proper makeup with shaky hands and blurry vision, but you pulled it off with minimal screw-ups. You’d thought for a moment that you could handle doing mascara and eyeliner but after accidentally drawing a dark black streak on your cheek. Then you’d had to do the makeup again, leading you to give up on doing anything close to your normal look.

You threw back a shot of cold medicine and chased it with two Tylenol tablets swallowed with a gulp of water. Your throat burned and you coughed into the sink, wincing at just how much worse that made it. The fever you could deal with, but the sore throat was really getting to you.

There was this old wives tale that you only vaguely remembered, but you knew that it had something to do with salt water. After a quick Google search, you found yourself in the kitchen mixing a teaspoon of salt into a glass of warm water. The internet had recommended less salt, but your logic said that more would make you feel better faster.

You took a sip and nearly gagged as you attempted to gargle with it, the salt burning your throat even further. You only managed to keep it in your mouth for a few seconds before needing to spit it out. Wrinkling your nose you did the same thing with the rest of the glass, managing to keep the disgusting water in your mouth for longer each time.

When it was gone you rinsed your mouth with clean water and took a big sip, thoroughly annoyed when you found that your throat seemed to hurt even worse than it had before. So that had failed. Of course, it did, why would it have worked? Why couldn’t it just make you feel better?

You checked your phone and sighed, wondering what you were supposed to do for three hours. If you had thought it over better you may have waited to do any sort of makeup and instead set an alarm that would let you sleep for a little bit longer. But no. Now you had to figure out what to do with yourself.

Then, it came to you. Some people swore by exercise to cure minor illnesses and you needed to train anyway. Screw the makeup. You made your way down to the gym and changed into a tank top and leggings, pulling your hair up in a tight bun before you entered the actual training area.

You made your way over to the punching bags and began to hit one, growing tired after only a few seconds. That didn't matter, it was good for you. It would be good to sweat out the germs and you’d get in a bonus workout.

Twenty minutes later you had moved onto the obstacle court and were drenched in sweat, struggling to avoid said obstacles. You had fallen on your ass twice and there was a fresh bruise on your cheek which would of course hurt much worse when that was the only pain that you’d have to focus on.

“Y/n! What on Earth are you doing?” You stopped and turned around to find Yelena stalking toward you, wearing a nice dress and a scowl. You opened your mouth to respond when the blonde’s expression turned to one of worry and you felt something slam into your back. The breath was knocked out of you and you fell to the ground, curling up to protect your head.

You stayed in that position until you felt calloused hands on your shoulders, coaxing you out of your protective ball.

“Idiot.” The young widow grumbled, pulling you to your feet. She held you steady and glared into your eyes, her face softening as you felt yourself wanting to cry. She could tell, of course, she could. There was no bullshitting Yelena Belova, especially when you didn’t have the energy to put on a mask.

“The germs aren’t leaving.” You complained, your voice a mere whisper. The woman raised an eyebrow and nodded, pressing her hand against your forehead. You whined and pulled away, swatting at invisible bugs as you did.

“Okay weirdo, you sure are delirious. Come on, let's go.” She ordered, wrapping an arm around your waist. You sniffled and put your head on her shoulder, nearly letting the tears fall when she pulled you closer.

It wasn’t often that Yelena would show affection where others might see the two of you, it simply wasn't the kind of person she was. But in private she was incredibly loving and attentive, she was an absolute sweetheart who would quite literally kill to keep you safe. Well, she may also kill for fun. The woman had a violent streak.

“We’ve gotta go, Lena. We have-”

“Shut up.” You shut up. It just wasn’t a fight that you would win, nor a fight that you wanted to start. You’d rather just let her do what she wanted and maybe she’d cuddle with you. She’d definitely cuddle with you, it was a matter of whether or not you’d get a lecture about neglecting your health or not before the cuddles.

Yelena half-carried you to your shared bedroom, not complaining about how much work you were making her do. It wasn’t intentional, but it seemed that forcing yourself to train had sapped every ounce of energy that you had left and you were struggling to make your body move the way it was supposed to.

Your clear lack of strength came to a head when your knees gave out under you and you found yourself crumpled on the floor of the hallway containing everyone’s rooms, Yelena unable to keep you standing any longer.

“Damnit, Y/n, are you alright?” The Russian woman asked, maneuvering out of the tangle of your combined limbs. That was it, that was all that you could take. You had been doing such an okay job at keeping yourself steady, making sure that your illness was on the sidelines, hyping yourself up for the press conference that you had been so excited for but now you were starting to break down.

Tears slipped down your cheeks and you hung your head, body beginning to shake as you let yourself give up. Yelena cupped your face in her hands, her striking emerald eyes searching every part of your face for anything that could tell her how to help.

“Hey, hey why are you crying?” She murmured, quickly rearranging the two of you so that you were leaning against her instead of the wall. You knew that your nose was running and that you looked absolutely disgusting, you were amazed that she was willing to be so close to you. She usually shied away from sick people.

“Talk to me kotenok. Tell me what’s wrong, let me help.” Her kind words just made you want to cry harder. Rather than forcing you to answer Yelena held you tighter, pulling your head down onto her chest. She pressed her lips into your hair and whispered to you in Russian, promising you that everything would be alright.

“I-I don’t f-f-feel good.” You finally managed, speaking into her shoulder.

“I know Y/n, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this sick. But that’s why I’m here, I get to help. Even though you’re kind of an idiot.” You let out a waterly laugh and smiled, sniffling thickly in an attempt to get rid of some of the snot. Gross.

“Gross.” Yelena echoed your thoughts and pulled a tissue from her pocket to wipe your nose with. Where she had gotten a tissue and why she had one you didn’t know, but you were grateful.

“Thanks, baby.” You mumbled, giving her a weak smile. She snorted and kissed your forehead, rolling her eyes at you.

“Alright germ bag. Ready to get up again?” The blonde helped you back up and the two of you went back to stumbling down the hall, your tears subsiding slightly.

Maybe you could convince Yelena to let you join the press conference via Zoom. Then at least you’d get to be a part of it. If not though, at least she was there to remind of you of your bad decisions all while making you feel like the most loved human in the whole world.

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goldenempyrean · 9 months

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the new prompts are so fun 🤩 can i ask that yiy write one with sick reader x alex at gamenight with lena and kara where reader is hiding it “You better not complain when you catch this.” “Somebody’s certainly sneezy today.”

Having A Good Time

〚 Notes - I got whole bunch of new request so I'm still getting through them! Anon my dear this request was actually really fun to write, I got it done in like one sittings so yay! 〛

〚 Pairing - Alex Danvers x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - When you're sick during game night you try your hardest to get through without causing a fuss but maybe you weren't as subtle as you thought 〛

〚 Wordcount - 2100 〛

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“I’m just gonna shower quickly and get this alien gunk out of my hair.” Alex smiled warmly, kissing your forehead before making her way into your bathroom.

Tonight, was game night which meant a night full of laughter, jokes and fun. It was your turn to host this time and in true Danvers fashion, Alex had set out a pretty awesome snack board filled with plenty of treats, and you’d put some beer and wine on ice too.

You just wished you’d be able to enjoy it a little more. Normally you’d be super excited and bursting with energy but honestly you just felt drained. Your throat had been sore all day and now it on the verge of hurting, that in combination with frequent headaches, chills and seeming endless sniffles it was safe to say you weren’t exactly bubbly for tonight. For now, though, you were enjoying the silence, well near silence - Alex was humming a tune in the other room as the shower came to temperature.

A friendly knock the door came soon enough, and you pulled yourself from the sofa, grimacing a little at the surge of dizziness it sent through your body. You made sure to put on a smile as you opened the door.

“Y/N! Hi!” Kara beamed, pulling you into a hug before you could object - it’s fine. It’s not like you could get her sick anyway. Lena smiled beside her, and you offered her a hug too, albeit very brief.

“Hey you two.” You welcomed, your voice coming our raspier then intended, “Alex is here too, she’s just showering.” You added seeing Kara’s eyes looking around for her.

You stepped aside to let the two of them in, Kara bounced in, instantly sneaking over to eat an Oreo from the snacks. Lena also came in, but she hesitated a little, her eyes seemed to be looking over you, her face unreadable. Maybe if you’d had a chance to think you could’ve realised what she was thinking but-

“Hh’itshu!” You quickly ducked down into your elbow with a sudden sneeze and when you’d pulled your head back up, Lena’s expression had changed again but she said nothing, only reaching over to gently rub your shoulder.

“Bless you.”

“Thanks, Lena," you replied with a grateful smile, touched by her caring gesture. You led her into the living room where Kara was already helping herself to some more snacks, her eyes shining with excitement. You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt knowing you wouldn't be able to match her enthusiasm tonight.

You coughed a little as you sat back down, quickly masking it by clearing your throat, “So, what did you two bring to play this time?” 

“Well, we didn’t know exactly what to bring, Kara wanted to do Twister but considering how that ended last time.” She trailed off with a laugh as the Kyrptonian giggled, “So we went with the classics: monopoly, pictonary and such.” She explained, taking off her bag and bringing out numerous board games.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of the Twister mishap from the last game night. It had been hilarious to watch Kara accidentally bend the Twister mat into a pretzel shape with her super strength.

As you all settled around the coffee table, the board games spread out before you, the three of you fell into friendly conversation as you waited for Alex. The water had stopped a few minutes ago so she was probably just changing.

“So, anything exciting out there today Supergirl?” You asked Kara, prompting her to go into a spiel about some bad guys she’d taken care of. About half-way through Lena went to go get everyone a drink and whilst you tried to pay attention to the happily babbling blonde, you couldn’t help but get distracted by an insistent itching in your sinuses.

It was hard to ignore and you’d honestly tried to hold it back as to not interrupt her but it had gotten the better of you as you weakly threw up your hand to tell her to pause before bending to the side as you muffled two quick sneezes into your arm, “Hh’itshoo! Hh-Hh’tshiew! Ugh, sorry Kara, excuse me.”

“Oh, bless you! Someone’s certainly sneezy today.” She smiled, hopefully oblivious as she rubbed your back before continuing her story. Lena quickly returned with your drinks, and it was impossible to miss the look of sympathy in her eyes as she handed yours to you. Shit. She knew. She was always the more perceptive one out of the two. 

As if on cue, Alex had wandering in just as Kara finished her story. Her hair was still a little damp, but she was dressed in fresh comfy clothes, and she offered both women a warm embrace as she came to join everyone.

“Kara, Lena, it’s so good to see you.” She said as she eyed the games already set out, “So I see we’re going with the classics?”

“How was your shower sweetheart?” You coughed a little, trying to clear the frog in your throat as Alex came to sit by your side.

As Alex settled down beside you, she wrapped her arm around your shoulders, giving you a comforting squeeze. "The shower was nice, finally got all that alien goo out of my hair," she chuckled, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss on the cheek. "You okay though? Your voice sounds worse than earlier, I was meaning to say something.”

You paused for a second before waving off her concern, “It’s fine, don’t worry. Just a passing thing.” You excused, pretending to miss the way Lena was subtly raising her eyebrow at you.

The evening continued with the four of you playing board games, laughing, and having a good time despite your declining energy. Alex seemed to be enjoying herself, and you were grateful for her presence, knowing she could always lift your spirits.

As the night wore on, you couldn't ignore the increasing discomfort in your throat and the persistent sneezing and sniffles. You tried to downplay it, not wanting to ruin the fun for everyone else, but it was becoming more challenging to hide.

During a one of the breaks between games, Lena excused herself to the restroom and Alex left to pour herself another drink. Kara took the opportunity to lean in, her super hearing having caught your last 3 stifled sneezes you’d managed to hide from the rest of the group. "Y/N, are you sure you're feeling alright? You sound really congested to me and I was blaming that on my hearing, but you've been sneezing a lot too.”

Double Shit. You knew Lena wouldn’t say anything about it, she was one to stay back and silently offer comfort when needed. But Kara was different, she’d actively want to help, and attention was the last thing you wanted right now. 

Tonight, was about having fun together, not a group nursing session. Not only that, but you also wanted tonight to be a break for Alex too, becoming Director of the DEO was taking a lot out of her and you wanted her to be able to relax and not have to worry about her girlfriend’s silly cold.

“Kara, it’s fine.” You tried to give her a genuine smile, “I’m a little congested but it's just the weather changing, that’s all. Please don’t worry about it.”

Despite your insistence that you were just dealing with seasonal changes, Kara didn't look entirely convinced. Her brow furrowed with concern as she studied you closely, her super senses probably giving her a clear indication that something was off. You knew it was futile to hide anything from her, but you didn't want to disrupt the fun-filled evening.

Kara opened her mouth to say something, but just then, Alex returned with her drink in hand, and Lena followed suit, returning from the restroom. The momentary distraction gave you a chance to change the subject, and you steered the conversation toward another board game, hoping to divert Kara's attention.

"Hey, let's play Uno next! That's always a blast," you suggested with a smile, grabbing the box and setting it up. Everyone agreed, and soon you were all immersed in the hilarity of how awful Lena was at Uno, the laughter filling the room once again.

As the game progressed, you couldn't help but sneeze a couple more times, despite trying to stifle them. Kara glanced at you each time, her worry evident, but she respected your wish not to make a fuss. The evening went on with games and snacks, and you kept pushing through, even as your symptoms seemed to worsen.

At one point, you excused yourself to blow your nose in the bathroom, and when you returned, you found Alex talking quietly to Kara and Lena, her expression a mix of concern and determination. They all fell silent when you re-entered the room, but you pretended not to notice.

The four of you continued playing for a few minutes before Alex offered to refill everyone's drinks. She quickly brought Kara and Lena another wine and went over to grab a beer for the two of you.

It was when she went to pour yours into a glass that she had an idea. She reached into the cupboard and took out a labelled bottle and took a moment to slip some cold medicine into your glass. It wasn’t a lot by any means, just enough to take the edge off. It was something you’d done for her in the past. Alex wasn't the type to confront you in front of others, but she wanted to make sure you had some relief.

When she returned, she handed you the drink with a loving smile, "Here you go, love. Stay hydrated." She said warmly, brushing her fingers softly against yours briefly as you accepted the glass gratefully. You couldn't help but smile at Alex's thoughtfulness, appreciating her discreet gesture to help ease your discomfort. Taking a sip from the glass, you subtly noticed the slight taste of the medicine, and you felt a glimmer of relief already.

You reached out and squeezed her hand, letting her know that you knew about what she’d done, and she leant over to kiss your forehead in reply.

It was a small, private moment of connection between you and Alex, and it brought you comfort knowing that she cared for you and wanted to help in her own way. With the cold medicine starting to take effect, you began to feel a bit more relieved, and you were able to enjoy the rest of the evening without feeling as drained.

As the night continued, you all played more games, laughed, and shared stories. Kara and Lena, though concerned, respected your desire to not make a big deal out of your illness and kept the mood light and enjoyable. Alex stayed by your side, offering her silent support.

Eventually, it was time for Kara and Lena to head back home, “You need to learn to look after yourself properly.” Lena had whispered quietly as Kara and Alex were saying goodbye, “Tonight was fun though, I hope you feel better, if you need anything don’t hesitate to call.”

“Thanks Lena, I will.” You smiled as she pulled you into a hug before going to take Kara’s hand. With a final round of hugs and goodbyes, Kara and Lena left for the night. After bidding them goodbye, you and Alex cleaned up the game boards and snacks. As you both settled into bed, Alex wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close.

"You're so stubborn, you know," Alex teased gently, kissing the top of your head. "You should've told me earlier that you weren't feeling well."

You let out a soft chuckle, burying your face in the crook of her neck. "I didn't want to spoil the night for everyone. Besides, I had you taking care of me anyway."

Alex chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. "You don't always have to be the strong one, I'm here for you, no matter what. Next time, just let me know, okay?"

You nodded as she pulled the back of your neck towards her, her soft lips came to meet yours as she kissed you. You wished that moment could’ve lasted forever but you had to pull away to duck away as you sneezed, “You better not complain when you catch this.” You laughed as she pulled you closer again.

“I would never.”

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greenlotusleaf · 10 months

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((I'm a D&D nerd you got my attention with this game idea!))

I'd most likely be the small petite nerdy spellcaster who's very self conscious about her lack of curves. While on watch one night I was messing with some alchemy to try and help me with my body confidence, but at some point I had accidentally split the potion on you. Thankfully we had just finished an exhausting dungeon so you were in a deep sleep while it absorbed into your skin overnight.

The next morning you felt a little bloated and sluggish, shrugging it off as just being sore and still tired from yesterday's dungeon crawl. I'm constantly looking your way while returning to town praying that you don't notice, the slowly swelling of your body or my stare. You have to loosen the bands and belts on your leather armor, hoping the others don't notice but I do and jot down the effects in my journal while walking. We arrive in town in the late afternoon and you say you're going to head back to the inn, hoping sleeping in a proper bed will make you feel better. I excuse myself from the others a little bit after you do and make my way to the inn as well. Later that evening I hear a knocking on my inn door and to my surprise it's you, you're out of your leathers and in what was once baggy clothes that's now clinging a little tight on your swollen body with little bit of your belly poking out from the bottom. You ask me what's happening to you, explaining the events to your knowledge from this morning and just feeling yourself bloat and get fatter throughout the day. I lie by omitting the fact I'm the one responsible for your new growth and say that I can try and make a potion to try and reverse it. But it being the same potion that start this, using you as an unwitting test subject pushing your grow as long as you'd let me try.

I'm fat, I announce unnecessarily as I push past you into your room, closing the door behind. My body jiggles, wobbles, pushing against my nightshirt as I stride over to sit down on the bed, explaining what I know. I've been getting fatter throughout the day. People are going to start noticing! I grab at my body as I show you the details: the flab on my arms, the little roll when I hold my chin like *this*, the way I can't pull my shirt down to cover my whole belly anymore. And while I don't mind what it's doing to me up *here*, it's a huge problem everywhere else. A *huge* problem. I need you to mix me up some kind of cure, as fast as you can. I'm here in just a nightshirt because I'm already too fat for my pants, and it's still happening. I can feel myself *oozing* out, while we're sitting here talking!

Maybe I'm too trusting, but I drink whatever you mix for me, too lost in my own problems to notice the way your eyes linger on my waist, on the growing plushness of my ass, on the new depth of my cleavage. Worried and exhausted, I fall asleep on your bed in only a nightshirt, thickening thighs exposed, belly slowly imposing itself. You're such a good friend, taking care of me like this. I fall asleep knowing the cure is working, must be working by now. When I wake up I'll be my old self again, light as a feather and quick as the rain. You take notes as I sleep, watching me as I dream, and blow up.

Are your notes about the version of this formula you still wish to try for yourself, or have you shifted your focus, designing new formulas just for me?

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solomons-poison · 2 years

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Letting Loose (bonus scene)

Solomon x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: This is the bonus after-scene to “Letting Loose”, linked below. Originally, I wanted to post everything all together but as I continued writing it, it kept getting longer... and longer. So once it broke 1k, I decided it was best to post separately 😅 Extremely fluffy, I love my old man wizard v much 💕

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: allusions to sex (nothing explicit mentioned but correct me if i missed something); fem reader (she/her used), friends to lovers, tooth-rotting fluff, getting walked in on feat. Simeon (sorry hun)

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Letting Loose (main story, nsfw)

You awoke some time later, body still feeling sufficiently satisfied but a slight soreness starting to settle between your hips. Catching a glimpse of the clock on Solomon’s wall, you confirmed only a couple of hours had passed, and you sighed happily. Solomon was curled up beside you, his arm beneath your head, and a peaceful expression on his face. You couldn’t help but giggle at seeing the way his hair had dried, thanks to your rough “tumble” in the sheets and the way he was sleeping now.

You reached out and combed your fingers through his hair, trying to straighten it out as gently as you could, but your sleepy mind made for clumsy fingers, and Solomon shifted a little, eyes blinking open.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you said.

“It’s alright,” he murmured. “I’m surprised you’re awake already. Perhaps I didn’t exhaust you thoroughly enough?” His lips curved up into a mischievous grin, his sleepy look giving you heart-melting bedroom eyes that you wouldn’t soon forget, and you ignored the slight throb between your legs at what he was insinuating.

“I just woke up, don’t worry. You did a very good job of exhausting me,” you replied, stretching up to leave a soft kiss on Solomon’s jaw. He turned to return the kiss to your lips, and your chest filled with warmth at his tenderness.

“Mmm, good, I was almost worried there. Of course, I’m not against the idea of another round or two to make absolutely certain that you’re satisfied, if you’d like.” Solomon’s free hand found its way to your torso, and his fingertips trailed along the side of your waist teasingly, raising goosebumps on your skin. He kissed you again, heat starting to replace the previous softness, and you swore you could have melted in his arms if you were physically capable of it.

As the two of you got lost in each other, the rest of the world was shut out, so much so that neither of you noticed the approaching footsteps in the hall, or noticed when they stopped just outside and their owner lightly knocked on Solomon's door.

“Solomon, are you in there? Did Y/N come back with you? I saw her shoes and jacket at the entryway but I haven’t seen her yet,” Simeon’s voice said outside.

It had barely registered in your mind that someone had spoken before the door started to open, but luckily Solomon appeared to have a little more wherewithal and quickly grabbed the sheets, pulling them up over both your bodies.

“Solomon? Are you– ahh!” Simeon yelped as he caught sight of you, bare shoulders and your quickly-flushing face very heavily indicating the less-than-innocent situation, and the settling of the sheets made it clear he had just barely been spared your indecency. His cheeks flushed darkly and you both stared at each other in shock before he spun around in place, facing the doorway.

“I-I’m so sorry to disturb you two, I hadn’t– I didn’t know.. I wasn’t aware you two were seeing each other,” Simeon stuttered out, the shock freezing him to the spot.

“It’s okay. And honestly, this is a bit of a new development, so neither were we,” Solomon responded, cheeks adorably pink. “I apologize, I should have sent you a message but we got a little.. distracted…” His voice trailed off, wincing as he realized what he was accidentally inferring, and quickly stopped talking.

“Hi, Simeon,” you finally managed to utter to try to fill the silence, pulling the sheets closer to your body.

“H-hello, Y/N. Luke and I are delighted you’ll be sleeping over. You know we're always happy to see you. In fact, I think I’ll go prepare some snacks for whenever you’d like to join us, I’ll leave you two be. I’m sorry again.” His last words came out as a rush and his body finally unfroze, leaving him to scramble out Solomon’s door– although, not before he quickly locked Solomon’s doorknob upon leaving.

The room was silent before you and Solomon broke down into giggles. He gently took hold of your hand and kissed the back, and the look he gave you was nervous but sweet.

“I suppose we should discuss what happens now,” he said tentatively, rubbing his thumb over your fingers.

"Yes, I suppose we should."

There was a moment of silence, and Solomon's gaze flitted between yours and some distant object on the other side of his room.

"If… if you're interested, perhaps we could take things a little further, even make it official. If you'd like," he suggested softly. When you didn't reply right away, his thumb stopped its rubbing motion on your hand, and he pointedly avoided your gaze as he continued on. "But, if you're not, then we can keep it casual. We can even keep it to just this one time, if you don't wish to continue…"

His voice trailed off again, and when you still didn't respond, he finally steeled his nerves to look at you again, and was surprised to find you staring at him.

"What is it?"

"Well… What is it that you're interested in doing?" You finally asked. You knew what it was you wanted, you'd decided long before he asked, but you also knew Solomon had a poor habit of putting others' needs before his own. Your hand still rested in Solomon's, and after another moment of silence, his thumb started up its repetitive rubbing motion again, obviously seeking comfort in the touch. You could see the gears turning in his mind, and he opened his mouth a little before finally answering.

"I think I'd like to take this further, explore it with you. We don't have to decide on official terms or anything right now, but I'd like to make this into something more," he said, and your heart thumped painfully in your chest in response, unable to help the smile that formed on your face.

"I think I'd like that too."

Solomon’s eyes snapped up to you, a little shocked, before his lips curved into a smile to match your own. "Good. Honestly, I'm not sure I could let you go now, anyway, after all that," he teased, but you could see the relief on his face.

"Well, you'll have to let me go for a little bit, at least. Simeon and Luke are waiting for us, and we still need to clean ourselves up. But after that, I'm yours," you replied, giving him a quick kiss before extracting yourself from his arms and the bed, standing and stretching out your sore muscles.

Solomon followed suit, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your middle, and he kissed the top of your head.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," he muttered, nuzzling your hair. "Do you promise?"

You couldn't help but giggle, enjoying this new side to Solomon. "Yes, I promise."

"Good." He kissed your hair again before finally letting go, and he provided you with a spare shirt and shorts as you worked out your own messy hair. Once you were both looking a little more proper, you left the room with Solomon, hand in hand, prepared for the barrage of questions you'd receive with your new lover at your side.

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