#i bet that does give him a lot of pause when he's first turned

[captainfern]

heyyy, how are youu? as I see your request are open so here I am again. I absolutely loved “About A Girl” it was perfect and exactly what I imagined so i’m back for seconds 😋

hear me out 🫵🤠✋ what if after a long mission the team gets a few weeks off, reader goes on a date, Price sees and gets jealous and since reader’s date is a bit of a jackass and gets reader uncomfortable Price intervenes and takes reader. One thing lead to the other 😉😏 and there’s a little of everything, heavy on the degrading praise and breeding kink from Price cuz he’s always wanted to put a baby in reader since he first saw her :((

(as you can tell i’m a big Price enthusiast 😈)

Something In The Way

Captain John Price x fem!reader

["Something In The Way" by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - read the request. price saves you from a bad date, then you fuck lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 4.4k • warnings - fem!reader, possessive!price, unprotected piv, breeding kink [you're welcome], praise, degradation [slut used like once], oral [f!receiving], lowkey dumbification, implied age gap but that isn't a problem for us obviously 🙏, this is basically a hybrid of my fics breed and lithium lol, strong language, an absolute arsehole of a bad date i'm sorry in advance

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When you get a few weeks away from work, sometimes you don't know what to do with yourself.

Acting like a proper civilian was kind of hard when you'd just spent the last few months eradicating a terrorist threat on the opposite side of the world. But, hey, you weren't complaining that Laswell awarded you with a break.

One of the first things you did was catch up with your friends. You all went out to dinner together, eventually turning towards the bar down the street. Here, you met this guy– he was really nice, and quite good looking as well– and you gave him your number.

A week later, brought you to today.

The guy from the bar, Lucas, had taken you out on a date. You were really excited– your friends hyping you up via FaceTime as you got ready a few hours prior. You took a taxi and met him at this really nice restaurant, where he greeted you at the door with a warm smile, and took your arm, leading you inside.

An hour and a half into the date, you wondered just how drunk you were when you gave this guy your number.

"So, you're in the military?" Lucas asked as the two of you finished up desert.

"I am, yeah." You replied. He'd asked that question twice already, but you were giving him the benefit of the doubt.

He chewed thoughtfully for a moment. "You know, I never thought that women could join the military."

You paused, spoonful of crème brûlée halfway to your mouth. You lowered it. "What?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's such a masculine job when you think about it," Lucas said, swirling his spoon in the air while he talked. "I'm guessing you work with a lot of guys?"

"Yeah? Why should that matter?" You replied, placing your spoon beside your bowl. Your appetite for desert was suddenly gone.

He shrugged. "Just wondering. I bet you're popular on base, huh? I mean, if I worked with you, I'd definitely hit."

You scoffed. "You'd hit? Real mature, Lucas."

"Hey, don't get offended, Jesus," Lucas said defensively. "Surely you see where I'm coming from? It's not like I'm saying you're a fucking barracks bunny or anything like that–"

"Oh my god," you said, getting to your feet and snatching your purse off the table. The waitress arrived with the cheque, but paused when she saw what was unfolding before her. "Thanks for dinner, Lucas, but you just ruined it."

He got to his feet as you breezed past him, offering the waitress an apologetic smile. She returned it, and was quick to thrust the cheque into Lucas' hands, telling him he must pay before he leaves. You hid a grateful smile as you hurried out of the restaurant and into the night.

Outside, you felt yourself burning with rage. Who the hell does that fucker think he is talking like that? Cheeks burning, you pulled out your phone and attempted to dial one of your friends for an emergency pick-up.

"Hey, wait!" Lucas appeared behind you, walking briskly up to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. "What'd I do?"

You shrugged his hand off your shoulder with a scowl. "I don't appreciate being spoken to like that, thank you very much." It was sarcastic and had a blunt bite. Good.

He shook his head, sneering. "Oh, so you're offended? What a surprise, a woman getting emotional over a joke."

You really wanted to slap him. Smack your hand across his stupid fucking face. But, you didn't. You bit your tongue, looking down at your phone and pulling up one of your friends contact.

"I just wanted to fuck you, anyway," Lucas suddenly said, making your eyes snap up to his. "Waste of my time, clearly."

You gaped at him. "Are you fucking serious? You're an absolute arsehole."

He took a step closer to you. "What? Isn't that what you let the guys at your base do? Spreading your legs–"

"I wouldn't finish that sentence if you want to leave with your teeth still intact." A deep voice behind you, and you turned to see your captain walking towards you, cigar between his thumb and forefinger.

Lucas scoffed, giving Price a once-over. "What're you gonna do about it, old man? This doesn't concern you."

Price's other hand was in the pocket of his jacket. He moved his arm to the side, bringing his jacket away from his body, revealing a pistol strapped to a holster on his hip. He was quick to hide it beneath his jacket again as he stepped up beside you, arm brushing yours.

Lucas paled, backing away slowly. "Jesus, okay, fine, I'm leaving."

"Hold on," Price grumbled, beckoning Lucas forward with a flick of his cigar. An ember dislodged, sparkling through the air as Lucas took a hesitant step forward. "Delete her number."

Lucas pulled out his phone and quickly deleted your number. He showed it to Price, who simply exhaled a thick cloud of smoke into his face. Lucas coughed, eyes no doubt stinging, as Price leaned forward, speaking right next to his ear. You stood patiently behind him, not sure what he was even saying.

"If you ever talk to her like that again, or if you ever try to even contact her again, I'll fucking kill you. D'you understand?" Price uttered.

Lucas nodded quickly. Then, he yelped, cursing in pain, springing backwards and hurrying away without even looking at you. You saw him clutching his right hand, a circular burn mark branded on top. You cast a glimpse at Price, cigar still held tightly between his fingers. You smiled.

Price watched Lucas disappear before he turned to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You alright, rookie?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay."

Price scanned your face. "You sure? He was a right cunt, wasn't he?"

You chuckled. "Yeah, he was."

Price took a drag from his cigar. "What's a pretty girl like you going on a date with a fuckwit like him for?"

You shrugged. "I think I was way to drunk when I gave him my number."

Price smiled at you, the air between you hazy with smoke. He looked at your hands, where you were fidgeting with your phone.

"You need a ride home, rookie?" He asked.

You shook your head. "Oh, no, I'm okay. I was just about to call my friend to pick me up. They should be able to come and get me."

Price just shook his head softly, taking another drag from his cigar, now near the end of its life. He dropped the crumbling remnants into the gutter, shifting his foot so he could crush it further into the pavement with the heel of his shoe.

"I'll take you home."

You shook your head. "No, honestly–"

"Come on, rookie," Price was already walking away from you. "Captain's orders."

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In his car, you don't know what came over you. One moment, you were telling him about how the date went and the next, you were sobbing into your hands in his passenger seat.

You apologised profusely once you had calmed down, and he offered words of support from the drivers seat.

"I'm sorry, I just feel so fucking stupid that I let him talk to me like that." You said, tears in your eyes drying.

"You're not stupid, love. It's normal to feel like this."

You sniffed, hugging your arms around yourself. Price glanced at you.

"Why don't you come to mine for a bit? Don't want you being alone when you're feeling like this, rookie. You can have a drink if you want."

Slowly, you nodded. "That would be nice. Thanks, cap."

"John's fine, love."

You made a face. "No way. It feels weird calling you anything other than captain or Price."

Price laughed. "But John's my name!"

"I know," you laughed too. "But, still, it just feels strange. Like when I called Ghost Simon that one time, and Soap went absolutely apeshit at me."

"Alright, fair enough," Price smiled. "You can call me Price, then."

"Thank you." You remarked, and Price shot you a smile. He was glad you were smiling now.

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"Damn, your house is so nice," you said as he let you through the front door, locking it behind you. "What the hell are you getting paid to afford something like this?"

"Not that much more than you, love." Price said, taking off his jacket and hanging it on a hook near the door.

"Bullshit." You laughed, kicking off your heels and following him into the kitchen.

He rounded the kitchen island, opening a top cabinet and extracting two glasses. Then, he gestured to the array of alcohol bottles lines up along a nearby shelf. You selected one that you were familiar with, and he poured you a glass. You thanked him as he slid it across the island to you as you sat down on a barstool. He poured himself a bit of scotch.

"Feeling better?" Price asked, taking a sip of his drink.

You nodded. "Yeah, thanks, Price."

"No worries, love. Couldn't let that piece of shit talk to my rookie like that, eh?" He took a long sip.

My rookie.

Your stomach fluttered with butterflies for a moment as you took a sip of your drink, trying to calm them. He watched you with kind eyes.

"What's going through that mind of yours?" He asked, pushing his glass aside and holding the edge of the kitchen island, leaning against it.

"S'nothing." You grumbled around the rim of your glass.

"Come on, rookie."

You sighed. Embarrassed, almost. Cheeks heating up, you averted your eyes. "Just, I dunno, thankful."

"Don't worry about it," he smiled. "Now... are you sure that's all that's on your mind?"

You should have nodded. Should have told him that, yeah, I'm fine, thank you. But, you gently moved your glass aside, managing to look at him. He cocked his head, waiting for you to speak.

"I just..." You were past the point of embarrassment now. "I'm just really thankful. You didn't have to bring me here. I really appreciate it."

Price watched you closely. He hadn't touched his drink for a while. He wasn't even smiling anymore. He knew.

For fuck sake, you thought, nervousness building in your stomach. Of course he fucking knew. And, to top it all off, the butterflies were back. Great.

"I want to, um, thank you... properly."

"Thank me?" Price uttered. "Rookie..."

You cringed as he got up and began to approach you. This is it, you thought, biting your lip. He was going to fucking berate you for being so inappropriate. I mean, come on– he's your fucking boss for crying out loud! What the hell were you doing?!

"Shit, Price, I am so sorry. This is so inappropriate," you rambled. "I should never have put you in this position–"

He stood behind you now. You were still sat on the barstool, but could feel the warmth of his chest on your back. He leaned down, chest brushing your shoulder blades, lips by your ear.

"Stand up." He whispered.

Here we go, you thought as you gingerly got to your feet. He was going to kick you off the task force.

He nudged the barstool away with his foot and it skidded along the hardwood floor. You jolted at the noise, before his front was pushing into your back and suddenly– really fucking suddenly– he was bending you over the kitchen island.

"You said you want to thank me? This what you had in mind, rookie?" He asked, low in your ear. "Wanted to thank me like this?"

You were speechless. But, you nodded. The butterflies in your stomach were raving now, and you felt your body beginning to heat up as he pressed himself against you: chest and abdomen hard against the curve of your back, his pelvis flush to your arse.

"Yeah? Naughty fucking girl. Wants to get fucked by her captain?" He had a firm grip on your hips, holding you to him. "Naughty fucking girl." He repeated in a growl, shoving your dress up your hips.

It was all happening so fast that half the time you forgot to breath. Your dress was hiked up your legs, bunched around your waist as Price took a step back to admire your backside. He hooked a finger around the waistband of your underwear and let it go with a snap. You jolted, still pressed to the cool marble of the island.

"These are nice," he commented, and you could hear his smile. "Planning on getting fucked, eh?"

You shook your head. "No."

"Fucking liar." He said, grabbing your underwear again. This time, he ripped them down your legs and you felt them drop around your ankles.

You knew you were turned on, but when the cool air of his kitchen hit your bare core, you felt like squealing. Your arousal was dripping down from between your legs, running down your thighs now, much to Price's delight. He ran a finger up your thigh, collecting the fluid, and you shivered.

"Dripping..." he drawled, smearing your arousal across your inner-thighs. "Needy slut you are, rookie, aren't you? Dripping for your captain."

You whined at him as he turned you around, your lower back slamming into the edge of the table. You wondered what the hell he was doing, but that was answered when he kneeled in front of you, taking hold of your thighs and lifting you like you weighed nothing. He propped your thighs over his shoulders as you leaned against the island, arms spread along the marble. You underwear was flung off of your ankle and vanished somewhere in the room.

He blew a puff of air onto your soaked core, and you felt your body begin to burn again at the way he had your body reacting. With a satisfied smirk, he looked up at you, beard brushing the soft skin of your thighs.

"Can I?" He asked. Why was he even asking?!

You nodded desperately, angling your hips forward and shoving your cunt closer to his mouth. He chuckled and allowed you to do so– pressing his lips to your clit and drawing it into his mouth. You tossed your head back with a moan, hand reaching down to push his head further into you.

He pulled back, though, causing you to whine.

"Hands on the fucking counter." He snapped, before drawing your clit into his mouth and sucking harshly.

You choked on a sob and forced your arms away. You felt his teeth skim your nerves and you bucked your hips, just as he moved away and licked a fat stripe down your folds. He did that a couple of times, making you a whiney mess above him, before he shoved his tongue into your leaking hole.

"Mmm-mygod," you mumbled around a whimper as he moved his tongue in and out of you. You could hear him doing it– lewd squelching filling his quiet kitchen, matching the tempo of your whines and whimpers. "Price, feels so good."

Price hummed against you, vibrations making you spasm around his tongue. His hands gripped your thighs, clamping them harder around his head, resting firm on his shoulders. His nose nudged your clit repeatedly as he moved his tongue in and out of your cunt, and it had you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

It didn't take long at all before you were about to cum. Legs quivering against his strong shoulders, hips bucking desperately to meet the movements of his tongue, lower stomach tightening. You moaned loudly. "Price, please."

He didn't change his pace or movements, letting you pulse around his tongue as you came. He groaned into your cunt as your arousal flooded across his tongue, dripping out the sides of his mouth and running down his face. Your legs felt numb by the time he retreated with one last kiss to your swollen clit. You whined.

"Knew it'd taste this fucking good," Price mumbled to himself, but his words made your stomach flip. "Knew this cunt'd be so fucking good."

He carefully lowered you to the ground, your legs shaking. You sighed, bracing yourself against the island as he got to his feet, face dripping. Catching sight of beads of moisture rolling through his facial hair, you closed your eyes and whined, almost ashamed. But he didn't let you– he grabbed your face in one large hand and slammed his mouth onto yours. You could taste yourself, making you mewl, and you could feel your arousal now smearing across your face from his beard.

"Just so wet," He whispered against your mouth, tongue smoothing against yours before he pulled away. "Naughty girl you are, rookie. Letting your captain do that."

You hummed at him in response, a moan trapped in your throat. He shushed you, making quick work of pulling your dress over your head and discarding it on a nearby barstool. He then unclasped your bra, immediately drawing one of your nipples into his mouth with a nip of his teeth. You keened into him with a whisper of his name as he switched to the other, skimming his hands across them, massaging the soft flesh.

It ended all too soon, unfortunately, as a moment later he was spinning you around and bending you over the kitchen island. He was still dressed, but you heard the unbuckling of a belt and the sound of a zipper. After a moment, he placed his belt on the island in front of you, and you saw his pistol sitting in his holster. You whimpered when you looked at it.

Price chuckled darkly behind you, one hand on your hip as the other shimmied his pants down. "You liked when I threatened that fuckhead, didn't you, love? S'that what got this slutty cunt all wet?"

You nodded, skin hot.

Price tutted you softly. "Naughty, naughty girl, rookie."

"Only for you." You whimpered, and Price paused his movements behind you.

Then, he groaned, and you felt his warm cock press against the curve of your arse as he bent his body over you, draping his toned abdomen against your spine.

"Yeah, that's fucking right," he growled into your shoulder, pressing a kiss there. "S'only for me."

That definitely awakened something inside of him.

Leaning back, he grabbed hold of his painfully hard cock and began to drag the ruddy tip along your glistening folds. You moaned into your arm, resting them beneath your head. He grunted under his breath, snagging the head of his cock against your entrance, a schlick sounding through the kitchen.

"Fuck, listen to this pretty cunt talk," Price groaned, repeating the action with his cock and earning the same wet sound. "S'just begging to be stuffed full. Begging to be fucked."

You were burning up beneath him. You wiggled your hips, pressing your arse further onto him, and he gripped your hip tighter.

"Be patient." Price warned, drumming his fingers on the bone of your hip.

You didn't listen.

You whined, backing your arse against him. "Price, sir, I need it."

"You need it? Aw, my poor girl. My poor, needy girl, so desperate for cock," Price mused, running his cock along your folds again. "What do you say?"

"Please–"

"Please, what?"

"Please, sir, fuck, need you so bad." You sobbed.

"That's what I thought," Price uttered, pushing the fat head of his cock into your drooling cunt, stretching you out. "Needed this cock so bad, I know. S'all right, love."

He pushed deeper and deeper into you; your silken walls clinging to him, constricting his cock and making him sigh deeply into the skin of your back. Eventually, he was nestled as far as he could go with his hips flush to your arse and the head of his cock kissing the entrance of your cervix. You mewled quietly as he placed a few wet kisses along the column of your spine, hands massaging your hips.

"There we go, love, taking me so well." He whispered as he pulled out of you, tip resting at your entrance.

You were about to complain at the sudden emptiness, but he was thrusting all the way back in before you could get the words out. You choked on your sentence, gasping, as he slammed into you and began a pace that left you slumping against the kitchen island like a rag-doll, whimpering.

"I know, I know, just feels so good, doesn't it, darling?" Price cooed in response to your desperate whimpers. "Your captain's cock feels so good in this pretty cunt, doesn't it?"

Deliriously, you nodded. "Y-yeah, feels s-so good, sir."

He grunted in reply, slamming into you over and over and relishing in the way your walls sucked him in. He wanted to mould you to the shape of his cock. Ruin you for any other man. He wanted you to want his cock, and his alone. He wanted you.

He moaned deeply. "This cunt was made for me, love. Perfect, squeezing my cock so good. S'mine now, love. All mine."

You couldn't argue with that.

You'd never have thought that your captain could act like this. Animalistic in the way he rutted into your dripping heat, heavy cock dragging against your walls, head kissing the entrance of your womb. His hands were tight on the curve of your hips, groping and kneading the flesh as he pulled you onto his cock repeatedly, matching the gruelling pace of his thrusts.

He'd rendered you a babbling, whimpering mess– whining softly, calling his name, drunk off his cock. You let your mouth drop open, a languid string of moans falling from between your lips.

"Sir, m'gonna cum." You managed to say between airy moans, and he huffed in response, skimming his teeth down your spine.

"Cum for me, darling. Cum 'round my cock."

You did, with a loud moan that his neighbours may or may not have heard through the silence of the night. You spasmed around his cock, arousal flooding out of you and painting his lower abdomen and thighs in slick. You tightened around him and he groaned, sucking marks down the expanse of your arched back.

He redoubled his pace as you became pliant beneath him. You let him use you– fucking into your soaked cunt like he was starving for it. He was grunting and groaning under his breath, mouth still sucking bruises along your back, before he dragged his lips up your spine and rested his head at your shoulder.

His thrusts were losing rhythm as he neared his release. The movement of his hips was yearning– his need to cum stringing him rigid as he pounded into your tight cunt.

He was losing his absolute mind.

"Fuck, such a good cunt, so tight n' wet," he groaned into your shoulder. "Better than I imagined. So much better."

The needy rutting of his hips and the depth in which his cock reached inside of you was quickly pushing you towards another orgasm. It built fiery hot in your abdomen as he babbled into your shoulder, losing control of the dominant persona he had began with.

"Huh-hngh-fuck, yeah, that's it, darling, that's it, taking my cock so fucking well," his words were stringing together. "M'gonna cum inside, okay? Wanna fuck you full of me."

You arched further for him, taking him deeper. "Please, sir, cum inside–"

Your orgasm crashed over you and you whimpered his name, body shuddering, wetness dribbling down your legs. Price cursed quietly as you gushed around his cock again.

"Always wanted to fill this cunt. Wanted to– ah, fuck– wanted to breed you nice and full, rookie. Make it– hngh– take. Make you all pretty and fat with my kid–"

That made your cunt squeeze him extra tight, a new wave of arousal pooling between your thighs. In response, he groaned low into the crook of your neck and thrust his hips so hard you felt winded against the marble. The head of his cock nudged the plug of your womb as he came, a lot. Endless strings of warmth, filling you, overflowing onto the hardwood floor. He whined your name into your neck, sucking one last lazy bruise to the smooth skin.

"Good girl," he whispered, angling his head to kiss the juncture of your jaw. "My good girl."

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"Morning, rookie, how was your break?" Soap asked as you walked into the barracks three weeks later.

You shrugged. "Not bad, actually. How about you?"

"It was good," he smiled. "Ghost n' I went up to Inverness. Beautiful part of the country, that is."

You smiled back at him. "That's really cool! Have you got any photos?"

He beamed as you dumped your bag onto the couch and slumped down next to it. Soap took a seat beside you, taking his phone out of his pocket. He opened his camera roll just as Price strolled into the room, hat on his head.

"Morning, Soap. Keeping well?" He asked, approaching the back of the couch and ruffling Soap's mohawk. "Need a bloody haircut."

Soap battered his captain's hand away, smiling. Then, Price was looming over you.

"Rookie." He said simply.

"Captain." You replied.

"Good break?" He asked.

Visions of the entire three weeks flashed through your mind– you and Price in his kitchen, his living-room, his bedroom, his bathroom, his pool, his fucking car. You were hardly ever home during those three weeks.

"It was a great break," you battered your eyelashes at him. "You?"

He pat your head gently, walking away. "The best break I've had in a while."

When he left, you followed his figure with your eyes. After a moment, you turned back to Soap, who was giving you a peculiar look.

You furrowed your brows. "What?"

"That was weird."

"What? No it wasn't"

"Mhm," he wiggled his eyebrows. "You have something to share, rookie?"

You rolled your eyes. "Not particularly."

"Oh, come on, lass."

"Nothing to share," you shrugged. "Unless you want to share the great time you had with Ghost in Inverness?"

You gave him a pointed look. He looked away, cheeks pink.

"Fuck off."

"Love you too, Soap."

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[haerinari]

¿What do you want me to do? — Cha Hyun-su

pairing: Cha Hyun-su x fem!reader

genre: fluff.

warnings: tension between hyun-su and reader (?), kissing

a/n: this fic is about if it was you instead of Eun-yu in THAT scene of season2 ep8 of sweet home. when monster Hyun-su starts asking Eun-yu what should they do or, what does she want him to do.

You were on the hospital with Hyun-Su, Eun-yu, and the soldier Chan-young. Hyun-su just had a fight with monster Yi-kyung, he was all covered in blood, and right now he was sleeping in one of the hospital rooms. This is the first time that you could properly see Hyun-su after what happened on Green Home, it has been months since the last time you saw him. You and Hyun-su had a “thing” before, both of you liked each other, but nothing actually happened.

“Is he even alive?” the soldier said standing up from his chair. “he has been lying on the floor for the past 25 minutes”.

“Maybe he is just tired, Yi-kyung noona was a very special person for him” you explained.

“Go check on him, y/n” the short hair girl suggested. “Probably he will speak to you”.

“Okay” you simply answered.

You opened the door of the room, now seeing an awake Hyun-su sitting on the corner of the small bed.

“Cha Hyun-su” you said, no answer. “Cha Hyun-su…”

He turned his head, opening slowly his eyes and looking at you. They were now a beautiful blue color, but that just could mean one thing, the Hyun-su you knew, was gone.

He stand abruptly from the bed, looking into your eyes and walking towards you. Was he going to hurt you? No, Hyun-su would never do that. You took a bar of metal that was on the floor, you know, just in case.

“Are you going to hit me with that?” he asked.

“Bring him back” you said firmly. “Bring Hyun-su back, now”

“His hurt, leave him to rest. I was just helping him out because he was hurt. Give me a break” Hyun-su said looking at himself in the mirror. His shoulder was hurt, it had an open wound and it was still bleeding. But a few seconds later, it was completely gone.

“Wasn’t Hyun-su in control?” you asked him.

“I’m also Hyun-su”

“Not you, the real Hyun-su.”

“We agreed to help each other, it wouldn’t be great for me if he died” the monster explained.

“Just leave him alone and get lost” you said without hesitation, you wanted to talk with your Hyun-su.

“Really? Would you be okay with that?” Hyun-su said coming closer and closer to you. “Would you be okey with Cha Hyun-su who is weak?”

“Yeah, i will be totally fine with that Hyun-su”

He was now inches away from you, his tall and strong figure almost covering yours. Hyun-su lowered his head in a way that now his face was on the same level as yours, his eyes were scanning your face, and you were just standing still.

“What are you doing?” you asked almost in a whisper, nervousness covering your body.

“I don’t know” he paused, a cocky smirk covering his face. “What do you want me to do?”

He came to your face even closer, his lips almost touching yours. You didn’t now what to answer, it was like your voice was totally gone. Having Hyun-su this close was a new sensation that your body was actually enjoying a lot.

“I bet that he haven’t even kiss you before.” Hyun-su said laughing a bit. “I have to admit it, we have good taste, ‘cause you’re a pretty pretty girl…”

“Then do it” you whisper softly, the words just slipping from your mouth.

“As you wish” he answered.

His lips crash directly into yours, one of his hands cupping your cheek while the other one was holding your waist. Your hands were on his neck, trying to pull him closer and feel every single part of him on your body. This was the first time you kiss Hyun-su since what happened on green home, and god, you’ve miss him so much.

You broke softly the kiss, opening your eyes now to see normal Hyun-su back, his brown eyes with a look of surprise and his cheeks getting red.

“I’m glad your back” you smiled, your hands going through his hair and pulling him into a hug.

“Did he said something mean to you?” Hyun-su asked worried.

“No he didn’t, but he did something you didn’t do before…” you answered.

“I didn’t knew if you still like me…” he said looking down, his hands now holding yours. “I needed a boost of confidence to prove it and he was the only candidate i had”

“You could just ask Eun-yu, you know she is my best friend” you said smiling.

“I did, and she told me to discover it by myself” you laughed.

“Well, now you do know how i feel about you” you told him, his head hiding on the crook of your neck. you loved how shy he got around you.

“I missed you” he said now looking at your face. “I was always thinking about you, you were on my mind all the time”

“I’ve miss you too Hyun-su, but please… don’t leave again” you told him, almost begging him not to leave.

“I won’t leave, not when i have you here with me again”

You pull him into a hug again, you could stay like this for ever, with him.

“I love you” you said to him, watching his cheeks become red again. “Why do you get all shy when i say cute things to you” you asked laughing.

“You make me nervous” Hyun-su laughing with you. “I love you too”

#sweet home #cha hyunsu #cha hyun soo #hyunsu #sweet home hyun su #lee eun yu #eun yu sweet home #fluff #song kang #song kang x reader #hyun su x reader #go min si

[solarmorrigan]

So this started out as some scribbly thoughts on FTM Steve and devolved a little bit into smutty Steddie rambling. As happens. So anyway, explicit text below the cut, click through at your own discretion, et cetera

Warnings(?) for some clumsy language and hints of period-typical transphobia; some discussion of Steve and Nancy together, but only for Steddie purposes. This is mostly just silly

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“So, wait, you slept with how many girls in high school, and still managed to keep this a secret?” Eddie asks, brows climbing his forehead.

“Not as many as rumor would’ve had you think.” Steve shrugs. “Like maybe four? The rest, I just… didn’t discourage when they exaggerated. Helped my image.”

Eddie can’t help but snort. He’s glad Steve outgrew that image. “Still, four is a lot to keep a lid on. All of them agreed not to tell and then just – didn’t?”

“Actually, most of them never found out. It was only–” Steve pauses, eyeing Eddie cautiously, as if talking about his past female sexual conquests with his current boyfriend is fine, but what he’s going to say next will be a bridge too far. “It was only Nancy who ever knew.”

Ah.

Ah, yes. Nancy. Nancy Wheeler. Steve’s one true love.

Until now, Eddie fiercely reminds himself. He eyes the t-shirt that is very much his that Steve is very much wearing and slides over the jealousy to address his more pressing question.

“Okay, how did you have sex with at least three other people without them finding out you don’t have a–” Eddie stops short, fumbles for a moment, “a, uh, conventional dick?”

Steve snickers. “Nice save. And, uh – I never actually took off my pants. My talents are in other areas, and I always provided enough of a distraction that they didn’t seem to notice when I just… took care of myself.” He wiggles his eyebrows at Eddie, who can’t help but give him the laugh he’s looking for. “It didn’t say flattering things about my stamina, but multiple orgasms are a pretty good bribe. I got good reviews.”

“Huh.” Somehow, Eddie can’t help but feel impressed; he doesn’t quite understand why Steve had felt the need to do it at all—still doesn’t really understand Steve’s drive for popularity when he’d been in high school—but he can admit the skill in the subterfuge. “But you told Wheeler?”

He’s not sure why he’s asking. A part of him, he thinks, wants to make sure Steve had been able to tell her on his own terms, rather than having his hand forced.

Steve shifts, shrugs. He doesn’t look sad, but he’s maybe a little melancholy.

“Nance wasn’t… temporary, for me. She wasn’t a fling, and I didn’t want to hide from her. And it’s the same with you.” Steve’s gaze falls heavy on Eddie. “You are the… third? person I’ve ever told. I want you to know just– all of me.”

Eddie reaches out, grabbing for Steve’s hand; he’s pretty sure he’d be physically incapable of stopping himself from somehow touching Steve after an admission like that.

A thought is beginning to form, however, leading back to what had started this conversation in the first place. Eddie would bet anything that if Wheeler was the first person Steve told, then Buckley was the second.

And that meant only one person Steve had slept with had ever known all of him – but just how much of all of him had Wheeler been interested in?

“How’d she take it? Wheeler, I mean,” Eddie asks, as casually as possible while his thumb is still stroking Steve’s knuckles.

“Uh… pretty good, actually. She was kinda surprised, and she wanted a little bit of time to come around to the idea, but I think she was mostly just bothered that she didn’t figure it out before I told her.” Steve smiles, distantly fond. “But after that, she was cool. We didn’t talk about it much, but I knew that I could talk to her if I wanted to. I’d never had that before. It was… nice.”

It does sound nice. It had probably been the first time anyone had ever been close to accepting every part of who Steve is, and Eddie feels almost bad about turning the memory to sex.

Almost, but not quite.

“So… she was cool with…” Eddie’s eyes flash down below the belt, obvious and significant, “getting involved?”

A sly grin spreads over Steve’s face as he catches Eddie’s eyes. “Are you trying to ask what Nancy and I did in bed?”

Eddie throws his hands up in defense, forgetting for a moment that he’s holding one of Steve’s hands and pulling it up with him. “I’m just trying to figure out what I’m working with here,” he insists, smiling a little too hard to be innocent. “Now, you insinuated you have talents in the oral and digital departments—which I am very interested in, by the way—but what I want to know is what’s been done for you.”

Steve eyes Eddie like he’s considering whether or not to answer, but the way he’s licking his lips says he’s already decided, even if he doesn’t quite realize that himself.

“She… definitely didn’t mind being involved,” he says finally; there’s a slight stain of pink gathering at the tops of his cheeks that Eddie sort of wants to bite. “She would finger me. Sometimes she’d go down on me, but I think we both enjoyed it more the other way around. I think she liked seeing me get myself off while I did it, and I– definitely liked that, too.”

Eddie makes the mistake of imagining it: Steve on his knees, fingers buried in his cunt, wet and dripping, his hips jerking down onto his own hand, maybe kneeling between Eddie’s legs while he does it, maybe looking up through his lashes while he sucks Eddie’s cock.

A little noise escapes Eddie.

“How about… toys?” he manages after a moment. He’s leaning closer now, raptly watching the way the flush on Steve’s face darkens. “You ever try those?”

“I have a… a couple,” Steve says, voice gone low and rough, his eyes fastened now to Eddie’s mouth. “We didn’t use them together, though, they’re just mine.”

Oh, they’re going to revisit that. They are absolutely going to revisit that, but right now Eddie is on a mission. He won’t let himself be distracted.

He slides closer, practically on top of Steve now, one hand on his hip and the other spread warmly over his ribs.

“Never thought about a strap?” he asks.

Steve shrugs, not nearly as nonchalant as he’s pretending. “Thought about it, never quite got there.”

“Which way were you thinking? Would you have worn it? Or…” Eddie is going out on a limb here; just because Steve has a pussy doesn’t mean he likes the idea of penetration, but Eddie has a hunch. “Or would it have been the other way around?”

A sharp breath escapes Steve’s chest. “Do you want that?” he asks, soft, almost hopeful.

Eddie strokes a thumb across his ribs. “Want what?”

“To fuck me.”

This time it’s Eddie who goes breathless. “Is that even a fucking question?” he demands, and then, in case he wasn’t clear, adds, “I would want very much to do that, yeah. If you want me to.”

“I wasn’t sure if you would,” Steve says. “I mean, I know you’re strictly into guys, and I don’t exactly have… a conventional dick.”

“You’re not gonna let that one go, are you?” Eddie asks, eyeing Steve’s smirk.

“We’ll see,” Steve says, which likely means no.

“Fine. But Steve,” Eddie reaches up, cupping Steve’s face in his hands, “I am one hundred fucking percent into you. You are a guy. You are an incredibly hot guy whose pants I have been wanting to get into forever, no matter what you’ve got in there.”

Steve smiles, and Eddie caresses the corners of it with his thumbs.

“Well, you do seem to prefer the weirder shit, anyway,” Steve murmurs.

“Not weird. Different,” Eddie says, and Steve makes a face at him but readily allows him the kiss he presses in for after that.

“So have you…” Steve starts, once they’ve broken apart, “ever been with a guy with my, uh– sort of equipment?”

Eddie would make fun of how awkwardly the words had tumbled out if he hadn’t suddenly been feeling a bit awkward himself.

“Not, uh, exactly.” Steve raises an eyebrow at him and Eddie amends snappishly, “okay, fine, not at all, no.”

“But you’re open to it?” Steve checks, as if the way Eddie has pressed against him like a needy cat has left any room for doubt.

“More than open,” Eddie says. “I might just, y’know– need some direction? To start with?”

“Directions, huh?” Steve smirks. “I can work with that.”

Eddie has no doubt that he can – and that Eddie will enjoy every second of it.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #trans steve harrington #stranger things #solar wrote #let me know if there's something I need to tag this with that I missed #eddiesteve

[deceitfuldevout]

Struggle

Soft!Dark!Neil Lewis x BestFriend!Reader

Word Count: +1,857

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Misogynistic remarks, Manhandling, Play fighting gone wrong.

Author's Note(s): I was inspired by a soundgasm audio

You and Neil were childhood bestfriends. As thick as thieves. He had been there for you since day one. You grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools, and eventually became co-owners of gumshoe movie store. Neil was always the one who wiped away your tears. He was your shoulder to cry on after a nasty breakup. One of the perks of living with your best friend are movie nights. You and Neil would pick out some movies to share.

He knows you love them as much as he does. His was up first, then yours would be after. You would switch the order every weekend. Neil's choice was alright, it was one of those old western movies. You on the other hand picked something newer. One of those action movies with a powerhouse female lead. You thought it was going well. That is until Neil scoffs, you turn to the side and look at him, "What's wrong? You don't like it?"

"No it's just...do you really think she could take them all down in hand-to-hand combat?" out of everything the movie had, that was his biggest concern? Your brows furrow, "Are you saying you could take her on?" now sitting up. Neil tilts his head, "Well, I mean yeah? She's a twig, it'd be hard not to win," he's dead serious about it too. You don't take his remarks seriously. It's not like he meant it, right?

That's when you felt the need to speak up, "Neil it's just a movie, and besides, size doesn't matter in a fight," when you turn your attention back to the screen Neil looks away, "Size doesn't matter?" he's taken aback. He pauses the movie, "Let me get this straight: You're confident that size doesn't matter?" he wants to test this hypothesis out, "Because I'm a lot stronger than you," it's not that Neil thinks he is, it's that he knows so, "I don't mean to sound insensitive but, there's also a biological factor,"

You turn towards Neil and raise a brow, "You're that confident you'll win?" previously, you've won the last several fights against him. But then again, you were both nine years old. He nears, "I bet I could pin you down in less than ten seconds," he wants to test out that theory. So, You decide to test it out, getting into position, "Three...two...one-" but before you've had a chance to even find solid grounding, Neil already has you pinned to the couch.

It stuns you, for a moment you were left in disbelief. How did he? When did he? It was so fast you hadn't even seen it coming. You try lifting yourself up but Neil shoves you down with a light 'thud'. When you try to sit, he does it again, only harder. This was nothing to him. He didn't even seem tired. For a moment you question yourself. Had Neil been holding back the entire time? It was almost surprising how strong he was. "C'mon...fight back, I said fight back..." Neil hovers over you. Both of his legs now straddling your sides.

He manages to trap both your wrists together in one of his hands. You try to pulling them free but his grip is unbreakable. You've never noticed how strong he actually was. Sure, he'd let you sit on his shoulders during concerts, or even lift you up in a hug, but this was the first time you've really noticed his concentrated strength. It took little to no effort pinning you down. He leans in, now face-to-face, "Do you give up?" he taunts, "Just admit that I'm stronger than you...there's no use fighting it..."

You didn't want to lose that easily. You kept twisting and turning in an attempt to escape. It was futile. Neil had won fair and square. His hands began to roam under your shirt, playfully caressing your rib cage. He brushes his fingers against the bare skin. You couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish feeling, "O-ok ok! You win!" a burst of laughter erupts from you. After a moment, Neil finally stops. He takes in the sight of you, staring at the peaks forming on both breasts. He licks his lips, ducking his head down. He places a few kisses on your jawline, then down the side of your neck, all the way to your shoulder.

They quickly turn into wet kisses, then suckling. It felt ticklish. Neil had always been overly handsy around you. Even sharing a first kiss in grade school. His hands grip your hips in a tight grasp. You grab his wrists and start to pull, but it was like trying to move metal bars. His brows furrow, obviously annoyed now. He pulls both your arms above your head before tugging at your shirt. It didn't take much for him to drag it up. He knows you detest wearing a bra indoors. He doesn't mind that at all.

You gasp, "Neil! What the hell?! S-stop!" At that moment you did something you never thought would happen. Never in a million years would you have imagined putting your hands on him. You slap Neil across the face. His hair falls down to his forehead. There's a visible red mark on his cheek. His jaw clenches. For the first time ever, Neil Lewis is at a loss for words. You scramble to the other side of the couch, attempting to fix your disheveled clothes. You look back at your best friend in disbelief.

His pupils are blown with lust. His cheeks are a flushed pink as he darts his tongue out to lick his lips, "Let's make a bet, if you can break free, I'll let you go," he captures your ankle, pulling you across the couch towards him, "But if I manage to keep you pinned..." he cups your mound, digging his finger into the slit, "I get to tryout this pussy..." he's dead serious too.

You couldn't believe it. This isn't him. This isn't the same Neil who would comfort you after a nasty breakup. Or be the first one to wipe away those tears away whenever someone tried to hurt you. This wasn't just anyone saying it, this was your best friend. He may have a reputation of being a notorious prankster, but this was taking it too far. You start tearing up, "Neil, you're scaring me..."

He snickers, playfully swiping at your tears with his tongue, "C'mon, keep fighting," he shook your shoulders, "Fight back if you don't want it," his expression changes. It contorts into a snarl as he starts tugging at the fabric of your clothes. You try to fight him off. Neil grins with delight. This was all a game to him.

It was entertaining to Neil, watching your feeble attempt to stop him. He rubs his hard on against your mound, bucking his hips a few times with a moan, "Yeah keep struggling, no matter what you do...I'm bigger than you...stronger than you..." he juts his hips again, only harder this time, "Fuck you have no idea how much this is turning me on..." his voice is much deeper. There's just something about the thrill of it that turns him on. No matter how much you twist and turn, or how hard you try, it was nothing compared to his strength.

Neil may be on the leaner side but he could manage in a fight. His free hand reaches under the waistband of your panties. He lets out a gasp, "Oh fuck..." rubbing his digits up and down your slit to collect any slickness. He yanks down the fabric with ease, taking in the sight of your folds. Neil moans, "Already so wet, yet I haven't even touched you" he clicks his tongue, inspecting your now glistening folds. His eyelids are hooded as he examines the slickness sticking to his fingers, "My, my, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted this..."

Neil lowers his head to your mound. He whispers, "Lemme just..." he flattens his tongue against your core. He gives a long stripe from your leaking hole to your clit, wrapping his lips around it with a moan, "Mmm..." his eyes are blissfully shut. His lashes flutter with pleasure as his brows furrow in delight. Fuck...you taste so good. Everything about you is so fucking perfect. Neil never saw a flaw in you. All those ex's were dumb as shit for dumping you. But no worries, he's here to make up for it.

His fingers slide in with little to no resistance. He began to pump them vigorously in and out your channel. Your toes began to curl from the angel he hit, throwing back your head in pleasure. Neil releases your clit for only a moment, "Fuck...you're enjoying me using you huh?" he teases, then returns to tasting you. He adds more pressure to that sweet, spongey spot inside.

You came, hard. A gush of arousal hits Neil's face as he sucks in your bud. He's having the time of his life, moaning through your climax. He parts, now licking his lips, "Who knew you were such a slut?" he chuckles. His cock twitches at the sight of your tuckered-out form. He's eager to finish what he's started.

Neil frantically unbuckles his belt. He lets his pants slide off, reaching into his boxers to pull out his semi-hard cock. He gives it a few tugs before aiming the leaking tip at your entrance. Neil had never been more desperate in his life to feel a woman. He's only ever imagined this moment while lying in bed late at night. But now? He's not going to waste another second. He buries his cock deep inside, muffling his moans into your shoulder, "M'yeah...just stay still and be my cocksleeve, yeah?" Neil thrusts his hips at a more rapid pace.

You could hear him choke out, "Fuck...fuck...fuck..fuck!" Neil was right. He is too strong. All you could do was lay there as he took what he wanted, staring blankly at the ceiling as he chases his high. He suckles and kisses against your skin to mark what was his. He sighs, "So good...so good for me..." he playfully licks against your mouth, parting your lips with his tongue. His hands held your head in place as he dips it inside.

After he's finishes inside Neil doesn't let you go, no. Instead he manhandles you onto his lap. You're still pierced by his cock. You could practically feel it still twitching inside. Neil catches his breath, he has an arm wrapped around your waist. He leans back against the sofa, pulling you in with him. He reaches for the remote to play the movie. Unbothered by what just happened. You're splayed across his chest with your shirt still on.

Every now and then Neil lazily juts his hips up just to feel you gripping him. He rubs small circles on your lower back, reaching down to squeeze your ass. He doesn't look away from the T.V., not even after he hears you sniffling. You choke out, "I-I hate you..." those words don't bother him. He knows you can get a little emotional and doesn't think too much of it. He places a kiss on your temple, "No you don't," he's sure of it.

#dark!neil lewis #dark!neil lewis x reader #reader #reader insert #dark!fic #dark!fanfic #dark!fanfiction #dark!smut #neil lewis x reader #dark!neil lewis x you #neil lewis #neil lewis x you #fab!reader #afab!reader #fem!reader #my work #my works #cillian murphy character #cillian murphy smut

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 3 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I bare you this! The letter that Steve's dad leaves is literally something like my best friend's mom gave her. I was so shocked! Like what parent does this and talks this way!

Enjoy <3

Warning: Dom Steddie and Sub Plus size reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Smut of course with the angst and the fluff. Carol and Tommy are mean to the reader and embarrass her at Steve's party. Steve briefly talks about his trauma. The dad leaves a note for Steve basically telling him he needs to be better. Dirty talk for sure, chocking, slight degrading if you squint.

Word count: 4705

You nibbled on the fries in front of you as you watched Steve and Eddie talk to each other. How had you never known that they even knew one another? 

After you guys left the school, Eddie offered to drive you but you felt more comfortable taking your own car, following them to a diner right in the middle of downtown Hawkins. You couldn’t help but pause when Steve held the front door open for you, raising an eyebrow as he gestured inside. It was such an odd contrast especially when it came to him, seeing him be so polite. 

“Do you two come here a lot?” You blurted out your question a bit too quickly causing both their heads to turn towards you, giving you an odd look. 

“Like on a date or? I mean, Harrington doesn’t really treat me like the beautiful being I am but…”

“No, I mean…”, you giggled and they smiled. It was the first time since they met you that they genuinely heard you laugh. “Why didn’t I know you guys were friends? Even he said your friends don’t know about him.”

“That is a great question. Stevie? Thoughts?”

“We hang out.”

“Getting high in my trailer after school or on weekends doesn’t count.”

“Oh yeah? And what is this? What are we doing now?”, he chuckles.

“Does it bother you?”, you ask Eddie.

“I’ve never really thought about it if I’m being honest.”

“What are you doing?”, Steve asks with a sharp tone.

“I-I-I’m just trying…to get to know you. Understand.”

“Really? Because it seems like you’re trying to cause problems between me and Munson here.” 

Your eyes meet his annoyed ones filing with your own frustration. “Is that normal for you, Steve Harrington? To think everyone has a motive?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

He turns to look at Eddie who smiles as he shrugs. “Well, look who found her voice all of the sudden.”

“Did you ever think maybe I always had a voice but it was constantly stifled by people like you!”

“Define people like me.”

“Stuck up, preppy daddy’s boys who only care about what other people think of him instead of growing a pair and just being himself!”

Eddie watched you both with a small smirk as you and Steve glared at each other. Something flashed through the man’s eyes before he glanced at the metalhead, nodding before rising from the table and heading out the door. 

“Wow, sweetheart. You really got under his skin.”

“I did?”

“Steve Harrington doesn’t just silently leave. He always has to have the last word. I’m betting it was the ‘daddy’s boy’ part.”

“I don’t understand.”

“No, baby. You don’t.”

#################

The next day, Steve didn’t say a thing to you or even look your way. In class he sat where he was supposed to and during detention that afternoon, he placed himself behind Eddie on the opposite end of the classroom.

Eddie wasn’t out right ignoring you like his friend but he wasn’t really trying to initiate a conversation with you either. He grinned when you walked by during lunch and gave a loud “Hey, princess!” when you entered the room after school. 

On Friday, nothing changed and it killed you. You had no idea why but it did. Steve was still an asshole, right? Even though you admitted you didn’t hate him, you still didn’t care about him. Right? So why during your final afternoon in detention, are you staring at him as he doodled in his notebook?

I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. Is he going to ignore me forever now? Should I apologize? I miss his lips. Wait…what the fuck am I saying?! This is incredibly frustrating!

“Alright boys and girl, congratulations. You have made it through your week of punishment. Eddie I’m sure I will see you again. Steve and Y/N, please, for the love of God, behave.”

The three of you smile as you get up and exit the classroom. They both walk ahead of you as if they had no idea who you are. 

“Steve?” You call his name as soon as you enter the parking lot. When he doesn’t respond, you run ahead of them, trying to block their path. “Steve, please.”

They both shift around you as they continue to talk to each other. “You’re coming tomorrow night, right?”

“I’ll be there.”, Eddie grins. You watch in awe as they both get in their cars and Steve speeds away. “See you on Monday, sweetheart! Behave now.”, he winks before starting his van and disappearing down the road.

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“Why are we here?”, Masie asks as she looks around at all the drunk students. 

“Come on. It will be fun.”

It took some sleuthing but you found out from another girl on the basketball team that Steve Harrington was throwing a huge party on Saturday night. Your blood boiled as you realized he purposely invited Eddie in front of you to make you feel even worse. 

“I’m, um, I’m going to go find the drinks.”

“Please don’t leave me alone for long!”, your friend shouted as you left her side. 

Steve’s home was gorgeous, much nicer than your own. Kids were packed in tight as they danced to the music beating against the walls of the house. Carol’s hair came into your view and you hastily tucked into a nearby room. As you looked around you realized you must be in his father’s study.

There was a desk with papers scattered all over it. The bookshelf against the wall was filled to the brim with law books and encyclopedias. On a nearby table, you noticed a bunch of photographs of Mr. Harrington and his wife. 

Where are the pictures of Steve? Maybe he just doesn’t have any in here…that’s odd. You would think he would want to have pictures of his son close by where he works. 

You circled around to the desk, brushing papers aside as you skimmed them until something caught you attention. 

Steven,

I am very disappointed in your behavior as of late. You’re barely passing your classes. You haven’t gotten any better at basketball or swimming. You refuse to save any money for college (If you can even get into one at this point) and your mother found drugs hidden in one of your drawers. 

You spend a lot of time with that freak or girls you don’t intend on staying with. I am ashamed and so far, son, you are not living up to the Harrington name. 

I’ll give you one more year to shape up. If you can’t it together by graduation I will NOT pay for your schooling. Do you understand me?!

Sign and return to my desk. I will file it with my other investments when I get home. 

Sincerely,

Bill Harrington                                          

 X Steven Harrington

“It’s not polite to snoop, Y/N.”

You jump at the sound of his voice as you turn to find Steve leaning against the closed door with a drink in his hand. He smelled incredibly strong like liquor making your heart break. 

“Your father gave you this?”

He pushes off the wall, coming to stand beside you as he cranes his neck to look at the paper in your hands. 

“Yup. This is one of the tamer ones.”

“Steve, he talks about you like…your property.” He shrugs as he takes a seat in the office chair. “I’m so sorry. I…I didn’t—”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just a preppy, daddy’s boy who needs to grow a pair, right?”

Your head hangs as you place the letter back down on the desk. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“No. You didn’t.”

As you start to head for the door, something stops you. You spin around and his arms open in surprise when you place yourself on his lap, leaning your head on his shoulder. His chest heaves underneath you before his limbs come back down to wrap around you as his head leans against yours. 

The loud sound of glass breaking startles you both. “Fucking hell. I can’t have one God damn moment; I swear.” You slide off his lap and he angrily opens the door to find out what happened. 

You leave the room to find Masie who was sitting outside on one of Steve’s patio chairs talking to someone you two had class with. You joined her physically but mentally you were somewhere else. Sifting through the last few years, you wondered if there had been any clues to Steve’s relationship with his father. All you remembered was an asshole, Tom Cruise style wanna-be.

He never once let on there might be trouble at home. Hell, he was having a party in the house right now like he didn’t care what his dad thought. 

The feeling of something cold dowsing your body, jolted you back to reality. You stood up, watching as liquid spilled down your head, into your clothes, and on to the concrete below your feet. Your eyes met Tommy’s who was now holding an empty pitcher in his hand. 

“Shit! Y/N, I am so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Not that you’re hard to miss. Maybe it’s because you weren’t invited.”, he snickered. 

Masie stood up, placing herself in front of you. “Have you lost your fucking mind? That was extremely uncalled for!”

You panicked as your eyes looked around the pool area to see people staring at the display that was unfolding. As your body began shutting down, you felt leather being placed around your shoulders. 

“Come on, sweetheart. You’re ok.”

“Speaking of uninvited…”, Carol giggled. 

As Eddie started to turn you around, you both ran into the host of the party. Steve’s eyes scanned your fragile frame and the snarky smiles on his friend’s faces. 

“Everybody out! Out now! You heard me! Parties over!” Carol and Tommy looked around confused but didn’t move as he gently reached for your friend’s arm, tugging her towards you. “You guys, go inside. There are some towels in the washroom by the kitchen. Why are you two still here?! I said out!”

“Are you fucking kidding?”

“No, I’m not. This is MY house. Now get… out…”, Steve growls. 

Tommy wraps his arm around Carol’s shoulder as they leave his backyard. After a quick run through to make sure everyone had left, he found the three of you in his kitchen as Eddie ran a towel through your hair.

“Do you have some clothes, man? Something she can put on.”

“I-I-I can’t go home like this. M-m-my dad will kill me if I come home smelling like alcohol.”, you cried. 

“He will. Her parents are strict as hell especially her mom.” Masie rubs your back comfortingly. “She told them she was having dinner with me tonight so she could come here…for some reason.” She squints her eyes at Eddie. 

If only she knew that he wasn’t the only reason. 

“Why don’t you tell them she’s spending the night with you?”

“IS she?” Your friend glares at them both. “Because I’m not leaving her here alone with you Steve Harrington.”

“Maze, it’s ok.”

“Um, Y/N, it’s not ok! Did you see what his friends just did to you?!”

“YES, I DID! I did… I’m fine, ok? Eddie, will take me home tomorrow.”

Her eyes shift between everyone before focusing on the metalhead. “I will be calling her house at noon tomorrow. If she doesn’t answer, I’m calling Chief Hopper. Do I make myself clear?”

“A bit dramatic but yes.” As soon as she leaves, Steve gestures to Eddie, who takes your hand as you both follow him up the stairs. “I like her. She has a lot of spunk.”

“Masie Collin’s has always been that way.”, the other boy sighs as he opens his bathroom door. 

“Ah. I’ve never met her before.” He focuses on your body as he removes your beer-soaked clothes, passing them to Steve who stumbles backwards into the wall. “Apparently, I got here too late. Do you need to go lay down, Harrington?” 

The man nods slightly as he pushes past you both but instead of turning towards his bedroom, you hear him stomp down the stairs. Eddie turns on the shower, waiting patiently for it to warm up. 

“Okay, Sweetheart. Go ahead and take as long as you need. I’ll go riffle through his drawers and see what I can find for you to wear.”

As he turns to leave, you reach out and grab his arm. “Will…will you stay with me?”

“Do you want me to stay in here with you or do you want me to join you?”

“Will you stand in the shower with me, please?”

Eddie steps forward, brushing your hair behind your ears with his fingers. “I said do you WANT… Talk to me like you want it.”

“Eddie, I want you take a shower with me. I don’t want to be alone.”

He softly smiles as he takes a step back and removes his shirt before sliding down his pants with his boxers. You take his hand as he guides you into the tub and you sigh at the feeling of the hot water hitting your body. 

Eddie chuckles as he reaches for the shampoo in the corner. “Well, you won’t smell like alcohol but let’s hope your parents don’t know what Steve smells like.”

He grins as you laugh, putting product in his hands, and rubbing it into your scalp. Eddie continued to help clean your body, exhaling pleasure filled breaths anytime his lips would randomly land on your skin. 

A tiny squeak left you when his fingers grazed between your legs. “Oh. Sensitive.”, he quips with a mischievous smile. 

“I’m still a little sore.”

Eddie’s eyes widen in joking surprise. “Geez, are our cocks that big?” You bite down on your bottom lip as he slowly inserts his middle finger into your entrance. “Or are you just that tight?”

He gets to his feet, placing his other hand on your lower back, sliding you closer to him. “God, I’ve never felt a pussy this tight before.” You moan as he guides his lips to your own. “Normally, I don’t ask but I know you’ve been through a lot tonight. Can I fuck you?”

“I…I don’t want you to ask. That’s what the word is for right?”

“Yeah, baby. That’s right.”

“Then take me, Eddie. Please…I need you to.”

“Fuck me.”, he groans as his lips crash to yours. 

He removes his fingers, gripping your waist to adjust your body so your back was facing him. You felt his palm dig into your shoulder as his other hand brought your hips into his own, guiding his length into your cunt. 

Eddie wrapped his arms around your tummy as he delivered several hard thrusts that pushed you forward into the cold tile. Your hands shot out to hold yourself steady as he pressed his chest flush to you back.

“Yeah? Fuck, princess, you feel so good. You like the way my cock feels?” You whimpered as your head fell against his shoulder. “Answer me, pretty girl. Tell me how much you love my dick inside of you, stretching you open.”

“I do—mmm—Eddie. Oh my god. I love the way you feel. Please—mmm—please make me cum.”

Eddie pumped his hips faster as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the bathroom. The coil that had quickly began to wind snapped as you moaned his name repeatedly. 

“Good girl. So fucking sexy when you cum. I like the way your body trembles. Fuck. Get-Get down on your knees, baby.”

He pulls out of you and you do as your told, his palm falling to the back of your head as your wrap your lips around his cock. “F-fuck. Don’t fucking move.” Curling his fingers tightly in your hair, he thrusts his hips roughly, forcing himself down your throat. As he begins to sputter, he holds you still and you feel his warm spend fill your mouth. 

“Good girl. Swallow my cum.”

After you do what he asks, he grabs your forearm helping you to your feet as he smiles. “Do you feel clean or do you want me to do another once over?”

“No, I’m ok. I’m really exhausted.”

“I can imagine.”, he chuckles as he turns off the water and steps out of the tub onto the mat. “Here. Go ahead and dry off. I’m going to go find you some clothes.”

When he doesn’t come back after you’re dry, you go looking for him, finding him in Steve’s room; the boy himself completely passed out. 

“Hey, sorry. He actually threw your clothes in the washer so I moved them to the dryer. I’m trying to find something here but kid is too fucking thin. Some of these shirts would barely fit me as a fucking crop top.”

While Eddie spoke, you had tiptoed over to Steve’s bed. Even though he was asleep, he still had a pained expression on his face. You reached out to delicately move some hair to the side and he lightly sighed as he adjusted his head to face the other way. 

The metalhead watched you with fascination as you took off the towel that wrapped around you, tossing it to the floor, and climbed into the bed beside his friend. Your hand traced his back over his shirt and again he sighed but the disgruntled look on his face softened. 

You smiled when you felt Eddie climb in behind you. For some reason, just laying between them like this made you feel comfortable; safe. His arm slide under your pillow and after a while you heard his steady breathing as he fell asleep. 

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The feeling of thumb caressing your lips, made your eyes flutter open and were met with the beautiful, amber ones across from you.

“Hey. Are you okay?”, you whisper. Steve nods as he lazily rolls fully onto his side facing you. “By the time I got here you were pretty wasted. Do you remember anything?”

“I remember you being nosey and Carol being a bitch. I remember kicking everyone out and you being sad. Before I fell asleep, I think I heard moaning in my shower but…” He grinned as you blushed. “You smell like me.”

“That’s good. At least I don’t smell like beer anymore.”

“It’s not fair though. You smell like me but not BECAUSE of me.” Steve’s soft palm glided down your back, over your ass to the back of your thigh, lifting it to place your leg over his waist. His hard cock pressed against the outside of your puffy lips making you moan. “I did like waking up to you naked beside me. It took all of my energy not to just take what I wanted while you slept.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He slowly grinded his waist, dragging his length between your folds causing you both to let out a needy whine. 

“Because I like hearing you whimper when I first slide my cock into your tight pussy. Like you can’t take me but you know you need me. Do you need me, honey?”

Your hands reach out to cling to the back of his neck as you place your forehead on his. “Yes, Steve. Please…fuck. I need you so bad.”

“Where, baby? Tell me where you need me.”

“I-I-I…” You stumble over your words, already feeling so overwhelmed by him.

A low, growl rumbles from his chest as his palm comes up to wrap around your throat. “You take too long to answer simple questions.”

“I’m sorry. I just—”

“I don’t care. Tell me…what you need.”

You swear you hear Eddie’s breathing pick up behind you but as you try to turn your head to look Steve grips your jaw forcing your eyes to remain on his. 

“Jesus! And so easily distracted. Did she give you this much trouble last night?”

“No. She told me she needed me and swallowed my cum like a good girl.”, Eddie responds through heavy pants. 

Aggressively, you press your lips to his, relishing in the taste that you missed for almost three days. These men were almost like a drug to you and when Steve pulled away you saw it in his eyes to. 

“Please, Steve. I missed you and how you feel inside me. I need you to make me cum.”

The man gripped your hips as he rolled you onto your back, lifting your other leg to wrap around him. As his mouth traveled down your neck, you were finally able to look at Eddie who was stroking his dick under the blanket as he watched you both. 

Your hand reached out to tug down the sheet making him chuckle. “Do you want to see me play with myself, pretty girl?”

When you nod, Eddie tosses the blanket down to the end of the bed not only exposing himself but Steve between your legs. Your hand reaches out to help him but he promptly stops you, placing your palm against his friend’s back.

“Naw, sweetheart. I had you. It’s his turn.”

With that, the boy slid his cock into your entrance, both men watching your face as it scrunched in pleasure. Steve thrust into you roughly, hitting that spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling back. 

You licked your lips as you watched the metalhead, his moans making your pussy clench. 

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, no.”, Steve whined as his head fell into the nook between your neck and shoulder. Your arms wrapped tightly around him as his rhythm faltered and you felt his seed warm your insides.

“It’s…it’s ok. It’s alright, Steve.”, you cooed as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Alcohol isn’t always a man’s best friend.”, Eddie breathily laughs as his own rhythm slows. 

Steve’s head shot up, quickly pulling himself out of you before climbing down your body and placing your legs over his shoulders. You cried out as his mouth wrapped around your clit and he rapidly pushed two fingers into your dripping hole. 

“Oh-oh my god.” You palm floated down, holding tightly to the back of his head. 

Eddie’s shoulder brushed your own as he scooted closer to you, his lips warming your ear. “You did say you needed to cum and if I know Harrington he would never leave a girl he likes unsatisfied.”

Your other hand tried to reach for his cock again but he hastily slapped the back of it before reaching over to slap one of your breasts. “I said no. You’re his right now. Who do you belong to right now?”

“S-Steve.”

Eddie smacked your tit again eliciting a soft moan. “Louder so I know you understand.”

“I belong to Steve! Fuck…” In response to your cries, Steve’s tongue flicked faster against you as his head shook from side to side. “Yes…just like that. I’m gonna…”

You felt the metalheads arm beside you move at a quicker pace as his breathing became more labored. Back arching, your hips grinded against the man’s fingers and tongue as you came. 

Gradually bringing your quivering legs back down to the bed, Steve placed delicate kisses on your nub making you twitch.

Eddie’s body curled inward as he came, his release shooting out and hitting his thigh. 

Usually, they were both quick to clean and take care of you, but you were surprised when Steve laid his head on your lower belly, wrapping his arm around you after bringing your bent knee to lean against his back. Eddie’s head leaned on your shoulder as his hand reached down to intertwine his fingers with your own. You weren’t sure how to react so you just did what felt right choosing to continue to play with Steve’s hair as you pressed your cheek on top of Eddie’s head. 

You don’t know how long you three laid like that but the sound of a phone ringing pushed you out of the pleasurable moment. Steve groaned as he rolled over to answer it. 

“Hello? Harrington house…yeah. Hey, dad.”

“This may take a while. Come on, princess.” Eddie yanked on your hand, guiding you back to the bathroom where he reached for a rag and cleaned you both. “Ok, stay here. I’m going to go grab your clothes.”

He reappeared quickly, beaming as he handed you your outfit. “Now you’ll smell like Harrington and rich people detergent.” You giggled as you thanked him and he disappeared again to throw on his own ensemble. 

As you descended his stairs, your breath caught at how much trash there was everywhere from his party last night. You wondered into his kitchen, finding the trash bags, and began grabbing cups and plates along the way. 

“What are you doing?”

Steve’s voice startled you, your eyes darting towards where he was watching you. “Oh, you scared me. I’m helping you clean. I don’t want your parents to get mad at you.”

“They won’t be home till Wednesday.” His eyes scanned you over, always trying to get a read on you. 

“They leave you by yourself that long?” That genuinely made you sad for him. His folks seemed to be the exact opposite of yours. Where yours at times could be pretty strict and micromanaging, his didn’t seem to care at all. Or didn’t care about their son the way they should judging by the letter you found. 

“Aw. I love it. A girl with a heart.” Eddie grins as he noisily comes down to where you both are. “Unfortunately, babe, I was threatened to have you home by noon. It is currently… a little after eleven and I don’t know how far you live.”

“I’m maybe about 8 miles that way.”, you gesture somewhere behind you. “I, um, I do need you to drop me off a few houses down. I’m sorry. It’s just if they see me hop out of a van…well any car that isn’t Masie’s they will have questions.”

The metalhead nods as he reaches for his jacket and digs for his keys. “Do you mind looping back around, Munson, to drop me back off here?”

“Not a problem, man.”

“Oh Steve, you don’t have to come.”

“Do you not want me to?”, his asks with a forceful tone. 

“Of course, I do… I don’t want to be burden.”

“Interesting.” Eddie muses as Steve grabs his jacket and you three head out the door. “Harrington thinks everyone has a motive. You think you’re a burden. Once we figure out my damage is we’ll win ‘fucked up people’ bingo.”

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“Yeah, I’m just right there. Thank you for taking me home.”

“My pleasure.”, Eddie grins. 

“Are you going to be okay?” You both turn to look at Steve who was now leaning forward between the two front seats. “I said I remembered Carol being bitch but Tommy was the one who poured that pitcher all over you, right?”

You nodded before down casting your gaze towards the floor. “It’s not the first time. Freshman year he spilled milk on my dress in the lunch line. In middle school, we all had that field trip to the theater and he pretended to trip, pouring soda down my back. You know, looking back on it, I’m starting to think Tommy Hagan doesn’t know how to drink a beverage.”

They both laugh, making you smile. You’d never seen Steve honestly grin with his teeth before. You reach out with your palm and bring his lips to yours before doing the same with Eddie. 

“I’ll be ok. I’m always okay.” As soon as you jump out of the van, Steve climbs into your seat. You start to head for your house but a thought suddenly hits you. “Oh! Um, I almost forgot. Do either of you have a pen?”

They look around before the metalhead make a tiny aha sound, reaching over to hand you a marker. You giggle as you take it from him, grabbing the boy’s hand and writing something on it. “That’s my line. My parents have their own…for business.” You roll your eyes as you wave and they watch you jog towards your house. 

Eddie smiles as he shows Steve his palm with your phone number scrolled across. 

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Too Close

Javier Peña x fem!reader

Part two

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Eight o’clock sharp, you’re standing in the small apartment lobby, staring at the faded paint on the walls chipping. Your outfit of your first day at your new job is simple and classy—or you hope so, at least. A short, white, plaid pencil skirt combined with formal but comfortable shoes, and a plain white button-up blouse that shows your midriff. Your hair is down, just washed, styled in that way that makes you feel most confident.

You’re still nervous. Nervous off your fucking ass. And the prospect of seeing Javi, of having him take you to work, of spending time with him…It makes you flustered. He’s handsome, he’s witty, he’s kind. From what little you’ve met of him until now, he’s just your type.

But…

But he’s older. He’s much older. He must be what? Thirty-four? Thirty-five? Thirty six? Somewhere in between, you guess. And why would a man like him even glance at you? You’re a kid to him. He’s almost twice your age. What are you thinking?

You hear a door opening and keys jingling. A moment later, Javi walks to the lobby in a red button-up tucked into his jeans, a belt holding them up. He’s wearing a jacket and a tie, and he looks…

Fuck, he looks hot, you think, trying not to think about it.

“Mornin’,” he greets, those dark eyes taking in your outfit.

You feel yourself growing a little uneasy, shifting your weight around a tad. “Is this okay?” you ask of your outfit. “Does it get too cold here?”

He shakes his head. “Your outfit’s fine,” he tells you. “But I might need to take you out into the field with me sometimes, and it would probably be better for you to wear something that’s comfortable in case we need to stay out all day.”

You pause. “You're gonna take me into the field?” Your voice should be afraid; instead, you're delighted.

He chuckles. “No where too dangerous,” he promises. “Just little meetings with sources. Nothing for you to worry about. Besides, I'll be there to keep you safe.”

You smile softly. “My grandpa never let the other agents take me out onto the field. He was too afraid of me getting in harm’s way, I guess.”

“Dealing with sources isn't really that dangerous,” he tells you as he places a hand on the small of your back to lead you to the underground parking lot of the building. Tingles brush up your spine. “Worst parts are when we burst into coke labs or hideouts, stuff like that.”

“They're also the most exciting, I bet,” you say. “I mean, dangerous, obviously. But the adrenaline…”

He chuckles. “It's only exciting if you survive,” he points out. “Usually there are more funerals than celebrations after those kinds of raids.”

You're silent for a second. “I…Yeah, you're right.” Your voice turns soft, pensive. Of course it's not some game. What are you thinking? You're seeing it from a journalist’s perspective, not from a DEA agent’s. Raids make great stories, sure. But having to participate in those raids…

You have to keep reminding yourself that you’re now a member of the DEA, not a journalist. The world isn’t only about telling stories now, it’s about living them.

Javier leads you to his car and opens the passenger door for you. Immediately, you're blushing again, nervous and flattered. You stutter out a thank-you and Javi chuckles smoothly.

He gets in the driver's seat and, oh, God, if you thought he was hot, watching him drive just about sends you hurling over the edge. The way his aviators give him a mysterious hue, the early-morning sunlight shining through the window as he drives you through Colombia…

His nose, his lips, his jawline…Oh, you want to kiss it all. Kiss his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his lips. Oh, those lips…

You realize you're staring when Javi glances at you, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You alright there?” he chuckles.

You blush, snapping your head away, glancing out the windshield. “Y-yeah. Fine. I'm just…trying to get a bearing of my surroundings, y'know. I'm gonna have to drive to the embassy myself eventually,” you say quickly, hoping your voice doesn't quiver as much as you think it does.

“I wouldn't mind driving you every morning,” he says casually, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear shift. “We leave the same building and get to the same place. Problem would be when we each gotta go our separate ways.”

“Yeah.” You nod. “You work late?” you ask, out of curiosity more than anything.

He chuckles, a sound somewhere between amused and endeared. As if you were a child asking some silly little question. “You…could say that.”

You bite your lower lip, wanting to ask more, but you don't want him to think you're a naïve little girl. You're twenty-three. Not a child.

He's almost twice my age, you think, of course he sees me as a child.

*

Javi glances at you, noticing the slight pinch between your eyebrows. Did he say something wrong? Did he make you uncomfortable? He has the feeling you want to say more, to ask more. What's holding you back?

“I usually don't have a very regular schedule,” he tells you, hoping to ease your nerves. “It depends a lot on the narcos since we gotta take ‘em by surprise and we never really know where they're gonna be. So we gotta seize any opportunity we get.”

You nod. “Right. It's…Is it stressful? Always guessing where they're gonna be?”

“More than stressful, it's frustrating,” he responds. “Every time we think we're close, they vanish like thin air. Especially Escobar. He's a real tough motherfucker. Careful, ingenious. It's like chasing shadows. Every time we go after him, it's as if he already knows it.”

You pause, turn to him as he stops at a red light. “Every time?” you question.

He nods. “Yeah. We've barely even been close.”

“And you've made sure there are no leaks within the DEA? Or the Colombian military? Because it's a little odd that he can always predict your next move.”

Javier's eyes widen. Of course. How could he not think of that? There's probably someone playing for both sides. A mole filtering information to Escobar. But it would have to be someone close, someone who knows all of their plans.

It's not Carrillo. Carrillo is fully trustworthy, Javier is sure of that. But maybe someone on the Search Bloc, someone new…

He gives you a little smile. “Smart thinkin’,” he tells you. “It would've never occurred to me.”

You shrug as if dismissing your great idea. “I'm a journalist. My work depends on sources and info leaks.”

Smart, gorgeous, witty, humble…

Javier tries to keep himself in check. You're everything a man would want.

But not him. He shouldn't want you. You're so young, there are so many guys out there who would be better for you. He knows that. But, God, what he wouldn't give to get a taste of you…

*

The day flies by—no, the weeks fly by. Between doing your investigations, adjusting to the new work environment, getting used to living on your own, learning Spanish, and trying not to think about Javier, a month passes in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly you have an established routine, suddenly you're settled in. Suddenly you understand more Spanish and your accent decreases slightly. Suddenly, Colombia is becoming a home to you.

But the deeper you fall into Colombia, the deeper you realize it's a war zone. A small-scale kind of war zone. Sicarios—hitmen—make people disappear without anyone noticing for days.

Only reason you know is because those people are usually your sources.

Javier was right about the work being more frustrating than stressful. It's like sand, slipping right through your fingers. No matter how hard you try to hold onto it, it just seeps away.

You make progress. You know you do. But most days, it doesn't feel like it. Javier and his partner, Steve Murphy, they both respect you. They appreciate you and your contribution to the team. Carrillo, the Colombian coronel, does too. But other men…they're a little sensitive about having a woman working with them.

They doubt you. They catcall you. They assume you got the job by sleeping with some higher-ups. And it pisses you off. You wanna punch them all, curse them, call them out for the disgusting pigs they are.

But you don't. You keep your calm. You're better than them and you know it—they know it. That's why they're anrgy with you. You threaten them. Your presence, your abilities, make them feel insecure. And that brings you a very much deserved wave of satisfaction.

Every new piece of information you bring in, the prouder you are of yourself. Until you realize Escobar keeps getting farther and farther away from the DEA. He buys and kills his way through life, opening himself a pretty little path, a red carpet rolled out at his feet.

Some days, you're upbeat. You feel you're moments away from catching the drug lords. But other days, you feel like you came down to Colombia for nothing.

Today is one of those days.

Late afternoon, everyone leaving the office after yet another failed raid. The warehouse had been emptied even before the DEA team was on its way there.

There's a mole, you think as you put away files with months’ worth of information. There has to be a mole. Someone is talking. Someone is ratting us out. But who?

You exhale thickly, a dull ache spreading behind your eyes. You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Fuck,” you mutter, stressed, annoyed, frustrated.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You grab a file with a big, red stamp on the front that reads deceased—one of your sources just recently killed by sicarios—and aggressively toss it in the trash can. As if that would solve all your issues.

You don't realize he's standing in the office until he sighs. “Tough day, huh?”

You turn around, jumping a little, to find Javier there. He looks almost as pissed as you must look. More, probably. He's already been here for years and Escobar is still running free.

“Understatement,” you mutter, turning away from him. You grab another file, open it. You read the name. Some Francisco something. You grab a large stamp and press it onto the front page so the word deceased is now there in big, bold letters. You toss that into the trash too.

Javier approaches you slowly. You can feel his presence burning behind you, like warm sun on your nape, and it makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Some of us are going for a drink,” he tells you, voice light and casual. “Just in case you wanna join us.”

You turn to him. “Who's going?”

*

Me and you, Javier thinks. Just us.

“Alright, fine. I'm going,” he says, chuckling softly, smoothly. “There's a bar downtown that I like to frequent when I don't have the best days. And you—no offense—but you look like you could use a drink.”

A small smile appears on your lips. He wants to kiss the corner where your mouth curls.

He can see it in your eyes, you're thinking it through. Weighing the decision. Maybe if he tips the scale a little…

“On me,” he adds, giving you a little smirk. “Y'know. Just a little something to take the edge off.”

Your smile broadens and he knows he's succeeded.

“Alright,” you agree. “You're driving.”

You don't have to say it. It's become the default. Even though the embassy finally delivered your own car, Javi keeps driving you to and from work. Unless he knows he's going to have to stay out later or go through with a raid in the middle of the night, he always insists you let him drive you.

You always politely tell him it's fine, that you can do it yourself, but he doesn't want you to do it yourself. He wants to drive you. Wants to have you sitting in the passenger seat of his car. Wants to hear you hum along to the songs on the radio. That's become the highlight of his day—you have become the highlight of his every single fucking day.

And he hates himself for it. What is he thinking? You're half his age, you can do so much better than him. He's broken, tarnished. He doesn't need to drag you down with him.

But the way your eyes light up when you see him. The smiles you give him. The way his name rolls off your tongue.

Good God, how many times has he spent too long in the shower, one hand braced against the cold tiles as the water falls onto his back while his other hand fists his cock? Head down, hair wet, eyes shut tight as he thinks of you, of the way you say his name. Your little skirts and gorgeous eyes. Your soft, sweet lips…

Over and over, he spills his release onto the shower wall, thick white ropes that trickle down the drain. He does it until it hurts, until the warm water runs cold, until there’s no more of his come to spend. And yet, no matter how much he does it, it's never enough.

Nothing is enough. Not cold showers, not jerking off for hours, not sleeping with his usual hookers and imagining you. Nothing does it.

If it's not you, it'll never be enough.

He takes you to a small club. A private, luxurious little place. Both of you are still in your work clothes. He watches you remove your blazer and are left in a pretty top and a skirt. You let your hair down, untuck your blouse from your skirt, and suddenly you look different. You look free. And Javier's heart skips because he now feels like he has the opportunity to take you home. To lead you to his bed. To spread your legs and let himself finally taste you, feel you, fuck you…

He leads you to a booth in a corner, comfortable and a little more private than other tables, and you sit across from each other.

He watches you, saying nothing as you look around, studying your surroundings. Music is playing softly in the background, people are talking, glasses are tinkling. But he can only focus on you.

You turn to him, a small smile on your face, those beautiful eyes almost shining. “So, as a regular here, I bet you know the menu by heart. What drink would you recommend?”

He chuckles. “I like to take my whiskey. Not a big fan of fancy, elaborate drinks.” He eyes you for a second, purposely letting the tension grow. “But I'd suggest you order a piña colada. Something sweet for you sweet, little thing.”

Javier notes the blush that forms on your cheeks and he feels proud of himself. He didn't take it too far, just a small flirtatious comment. And already you're all flustered.

God, the look on your face if he were to fuck you in front of a mirror, if he'd spread your legs to see your wet pussy, if he'd touch you, kiss you…

Fuck.

He starts getting hard, his cock bulging against the seam of his pants. He slightly adjusts his jeans to relieve the pressure a little.

A waitress comes over and takes your order. Your drinks arrive not long after.

“How are you adjusting to life down here?” he asks you, sipping his whiskey. Bitter, cold. Just how he likes it.

You sip your piña colada, removing the little umbrella on it. “Well enough,” you reply. “Only thing I still struggle with is the language a little.”

He nods in understanding even though he speaks Spanish fluently. He grew up with both languages, he hadn't been forced to learn from zero.

“You'll be able to get it,” he assures. “You're a quick learner. If Steve was able to learn, you're certain to nail it.”

You laugh and he chuckles. He likes that too, he realizes. Your laugh, the way the corners of your eyes crinkle, the shine in your gaze, the way the sound resonates from your mouth.

Suddenly it's a little hotter in the club and for the first time in a really long time, Javier feels nervous around a woman.

*

You like the way he looks at you. Those dark eyes taking you in as if he can't afford to miss a single detail about you.

Smiling a little coyly, you take another sip from your piña colada. It's so sweet.

Something sweet for you sweet, little thing.

Butterflies burst in your stomach. You gaze back up at him. He meets your gaze for a moment before looking away.

He reaches for his tie, undoes it with one hand, starts tugging it off.

Good God…

You press your thighs together. The tiniest of gestures and yet he looks so fucking hot doing it.

You wish he'd tie you up with that tie, pinyou to the bed, take what he wants…

Mind out of the gutter, you tell yourself. Mind out of the gutter.

As the night goes on, you both talk about everything and anything. The conversation doesn't dry up. It just flows. It's odd how much chemistry you two have, it's almost like you'd be perfect together.

But you work together. But he's much older. What would people say? What will happen when—if you were ever to be more than coworkers? More than friends?

No, don't think about that. It won't happen. He's just being kind, taking out the new girl to help her. It doesn't mean anything.

But you doubt yourself. The way he's looking at you, those dark eyes, that intense gaze…You could swear there's more to this than mere kindness.

As the night grows darker, the music gets louder. People start moving onto the dance floor, the lights dim. As the sounds rise in volume, you and Javi sit closer to be able to hear one another.

And suddenly everything shifts. Suddenly you're so close, suddenly the atmosphere is different, suddenly you're staring right into his eyes and he's glancing at your lips.

A soft breath leaves you. How many piña coladas have you had? This isn't you thinking, it's not you leaning closer to him. It's someone else, some other girl—confident, bold, she goes after what she wants. It's not something you would do. But this new version of you…

His lips are grazing yours now. You're so, so close to him. You can smell the cigarettes on his breath, can feel the heat of his skin. He smells of cologne and whiskey and smoke and soft musk.

“I was thinking,” you say, voice low, sultry. What's that sound? Is it the music booming or your racing heart? “You should teach me Spanish.”

“Teach you Spanish?” he asks, eyebrows pinching together. He seems confused, unsure about where you're going with this.

You nod. “Yeah. The toughest part is getting my tongue to roll the right way. And I was thinking you could show me…”

His eyes shine with realization. He understands now, you can tell. “Fuck,” he says breathlessly, voice low and thick. “C’mere.”

And then he's kissing you.

His mouth is warm, soft, and he tastes like danger.

One of his hands finds your waist, the other cups the back of your neck to pull you closer. He devours you, lips coercing yours open before his tongue slides in, tasting of whiskey.

When your tongue meets his, he groans quietly, the sound reverberating through you. The hand on your waist tightens its grip, the other one tangling in the hair at the back of your head and tugging slightly.

You gasp. He smirks. Javi pulls you closer until you're just about forced to get on his lap. You're happy to do so, straddling his hips, one hand on the back of the booth sofa to hold you up, the other one cupping his face.

When you lean your weight down on Javier, he groans, a barely-restrained sound that makes you wetter than you already are.

You can feel he's hard, his cock pressing right between your thighs. You get comfortable on his lap, the bulge in his pants right against your clit.

His hands move down to your ass slowly, testing the waters. When you don't complain, he squeezes the supple flesh, groaning into your mouth.

And it's wrong. And you know it's wrong. But you let him.

*

Fuuuuck.

Javier's mind is a blur, his every thought fogged over with the feel of you on top of him.

His cock aches for you. You're on top of him, the feeling of you on his lap is almost enough for him to jizz his pants.

Jesus fucking Christ, you're perfect. All of you is perfect. You feel so much better than he could've ever imagined.

His large hands squeeze your ass and start guiding your movements, making you grind against him. You let out a little sound, a soft, quiet moan and his hips buck up against yours. In response, you whimper, thighs tightening on either side of him.

He keeps guiding you, making you ride him through the fabric of his pants. He can feel the crotch of his jeans grow wet with his precum, his hips starting to move against yours in search of more.

More, more, more.

He wants so much more. He wants to lift up your skirt, move your panties to the side, slide his cock into you. He wants to feel you, your warm, wet pussy clenching around him…

“Fuck,” he mutters against your lips. It's not enough. It won't be enough until he fucks you. Properly fucks you.

One of his hands moves from your ass to the side of your thigh, and then between your legs. He plays with the edge of your skirt and then his hand wanders under it.

His calloused fingertips find the fabric of your panties and his cock twitches. He gently teases your folds through your underwear, feeling how wet you are already.

He pulls moan after moan from you, smirking against your mouth, swallowing your every sound.

“Javi,” you whimper, pulling away from his lips to take a heaving breath.

“Shh, angel, you don't everyone to know what we're doing now, do you?”

You shake your head softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Mmm, n-no. I just—Oh, God.”

He pushes your panties aside, rough fingers finding your bare cunt. It's so wet, the coarse hair on your skin soaked.

You jerk at the feeling of his fingers on your pussy and he chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound.

He gathers some of your slick with his middle and index fingers and spreads it all over your cunt, leaving you nice and wet so his thumb can glide over your clit in soft, neat circles.

A string of incoherent words leave you and Javi smiles. He wishes he had you in his bed right now so he could spread your folds with his fingers, look at how wet you are.

But this will have to do for now.

He slides his middle finger into you, his thumb adding more pressure on your clit as he draws mindless shapes on the needy bud.

You rock your hips against his hand, moaning, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“That's a good girl, angel,” he whispers into your ear, kissing the side of your neck. “You're doing so well. I'm gonna add another finger, yeah?”

He slides his ring finger into you as well and you throw your head back, gasping softly. He curls his fingers up to find that spot that makes you clench around his digits and he smirks.

The more he fingers you, the wetter you get, the tighter you grip him. “C'mon, angel. Come for me, yeah? Let me give you what you deserve.”

You mewl, nuzzling your face into his neck as he fucks you open with his thick fingers.

“Shh, shh. You're so close, angel. So close. Fuck, I can feel how tight you're getting.”

His words seem to spur you on because you start riding his hand faster, more eager, as if you can't get enough. And then there's a moment where your body seems to pause, your every muscle tensing, your eyes shutting tight, and then you fall over the edge.

Javi watches as you climax, the sight more beautiful than anything he's ever seen in his fucking life. He doesn't want this to be the last time he sees you like this. He'll die if he can't get more of you.

“There you go,” he whispers into your ear, helping you ride out the pleasure. “That's a good girl. Are you alright, angel?” He kisses your jaw, your neck, inhaling your soft scent.

You nod weakly. “Mhm,” you hum, shuddering a little. “‘m fine.”

“Good.” He kisses your lips softly, tasting you. God, the things he wants to do to you. He pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, his body aching to taste you. You taste so sweet, so gentle, so fucking perfect.

Oh, what's he fucking doing? You're half his age. You're too good for him. He shouldn't be—

Your hands start moving to the front of his pants, palming his throbbing cock through the fabric, and suddenly Javier forgets himself. He forgets everything.

If it's not you, he doesn't care right now. He'll figure it out later. There will be time later.

So he just gives in. Just ignores everything and allows himself this moment with you.

It'll only be once. Just once, he promises himself.

Cross my heart.

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━ chapter nine: what if we could risk everything we have | read chapter eight

━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader

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The next morning, you find Tim in your kitchen.

You emerge from the bathroom, having already guessed he was here by the smell of food cooking and from the sound of your TV playing the morning news. Well, late morning news. 

Things settled around the city eventually in the wake of the news about Red Robin. Well, as settled as they can be here in Gotham. But you don’t suspect the Bats are spread too thin. They have, like, a team working here. Batman and Robin, of course, then Black Bat and Signal and Spoiler who doesn’t wear the bat emblem, exactly, but is seen with them frequently enough to be associated with them. This is on top of the few others who also work in the city, like Huntress. So, it’s not like there’s a shortage of vigilantes to go around. 

But the news on the TV is talking about the weather for today, not that. 

“Keep your sunscreen on standby as we have yet another sunny day here in Gotham, with partly-cloudy skies and highs in the eighties. We can expect higher temperatures throughout the week as a heat wave from the south hits us —”

You stop by the boys’ tank, privately pleased to see them having just finished their breakfast, no doubt courtesy of your unexpected guest. 

You glance away from them, to the kitchen, where Tim is currently making eggs, with something else on the counter next to him. Wait, is that a…

“I’m not complaining but… where on earth did that waffle maker come from?”

Tim turns, appearing not at all surprised by your appearance — he’s never spooked, not once, but he does it to you frequently — and shoots you a smile. “Hey, good morning.”

“Morning,” you say, drifting closer to him. You’re both dressed down, with him in sweats and a white t-shirt, and you would bet a decent amount of money that he rolled out of bed, half-heartedly fixed his hair, brushed his teeth, and came down here immediately. You did the same, still in your pajamas, which are a pair of old shorts and a ratty softball shirt from high school. 

It’s not the first time he’s done this but like always, it is terribly domestic and not at all good for your heart.

“So… the waffle maker?” you ask, trying to sneak a piece of buttered toast. 

He gently bats your hand away, looking back at the pan, where eggs sizzle. “You said you like the efficiency of waffles.”

You blink. 

That’s… a lot to unpack.

First of all, when did you say that? 

You pause, searching your memory.

Your prolonged silence clues Tim into your confusion. He flips the egg. 

“When we were at Waffle House in April and the cook and waitress got into a fight.”

“Oh! And the waitress —”

“Stopped the chair thrown at her single-handedly,” he finishes.

“Right, right…” You did say something to that effect after your food had arrived. And it remains true. But of course, waffles are only efficient if you have a waffle maker and —

“Tim, you didn’t get this for me, right?”

“I just thought waffles would be fun,” he says, vague, specifically a non-answer. 

You scrutinize his side profile. Something about him right now… With a spatula in his left hand, his right hand drumming on his thigh. It’s not like him to give up a nervous tell so easily. Not like him at all. 

Your curiosity is unbidden and difficult to suppress, but you decide to step back anyway and let him come to you in his own time. He’ll have to, if the waffle maker really is for you. 

“Well, you’re not wrong,” you say, brushing a hand over his shoulder. “Now we’ll just have to see if you can beat Waffle House.”

“Probably can’t. My waffles are being made peacefully. Mostly peacefully.”

You laugh and help him finish. Mostly by pulling out the waffle, then pouring batter for the next one, the one for him.

Garnished with homemade whipped cream, the leftover strawberries from yesterday, and maple syrup, with a side of eggs and toast, your breakfast is a hearty one. Or rather, your brunch is, since it’s eleven. 

He’s quiet throughout it, eating his food, but with a distant look in his eyes. You still don’t push. 

“I think you did it,” you say when you finish, leaning back in your chair, belly full, making you want a nap. “You managed to beat Waffle House.”

Tim snorts, pushing around the last bits of his waffle. “High praise.”

“Only for you.”

He looks at you, seeming to come back to himself, face softening at your words and at the warm smile you allow yourself to give him. Not too much but enough, enough to soothe some of his nerves, maybe.

You know it’s worked when he glances down at his plate and sighs. 

Setting down the fork, he stands, crossing over to the living room, leaning down to dig through his bag. 

You sit up, curious, at the sound of paper. 

He unearths a newspaper, coming back over to you hesitantly, with the newspaper held folded in his hands. 

“Tim?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it, grimacing at something. 

With a big sigh, he eventually extends it to you. 

You unfold the paper and can’t help the way your eyes widen as you get an eyeful of the front page.

The front page, with a picture of you and Tim smack dab in the middle, specifically… specifically yesterday in front of the ice cream parlor, the two of you smiling at each other in a way that appears a little less than friendly. So, naturally, the headline is about exactly that. TIM DRAKE AND MYSTERY GIRLFRIEND OUT ON THE TOWN. Written by Vicki Vale. Of course. You expect nothing less. 

You scratch your cheek idly. “Huh.”

“I’m really sorry,” he says, the words seeming to burst out of him as he takes his seat again, face wrought with guilt. “I should’ve known they were there. I was careless. Should’ve had the cap or something, I don’t know, but I… I got cocky about it, since we’d gotten away with hanging out in public. The PR team is handling it, I swear.”

Handling it. Setting the record straight. You are not Tim Drake’s girlfriend. What a laughable concept. Well, you’re sure the elites are laughing. Probably the whole city. 

Your throat tightens uncomfortably and you fold the newspaper and set it down, shaking your head.

Man. What does he have to apologize for? If anything…

“I should apologize,” you chuckle, glancing away from him. “Since you got stuck with me for that. So, don’t worry about it, Timmy. You’re fine.”

Not much about you that is interesting, save for being friends with Tim. Poor Vicki Vale won’t have much to work with, you suspect. Though that will probably be the focus. That you’re just a no-name teacher’s aide, associating with one of the city’s most eligible. 

Whatever. You don’t want to be anyone else. 

That, you know, is true.

But Tim appears upset, bothered, by something, lips tugged in a frown, a deep wrinkle between his brows that you itch to smooth away with your fingers. The way he looks at you… almost like he’s hurt.

You shift forward. Why is he —?

Before you can ask, he is already speaking.

“The waffle maker is yours,” he says. “I don’t need it and if I do, I can come and use it here. I don’t mind. But… you’re wrong.”

Okay. That’s… a lot. The waffle maker doesn’t need to be prioritized, though, you don’t think. So…

“Wrong? What do you —?”

His eyes flicker around the kitchen, thinking quickly, before he huffs and leans around the table to take your chair and drag it closer to his. You let out a squeak at the jostling movement but don’t stop him, confused for the most part about what’s going on. 

“Tim?”

He shakes his head, reaching for you, hands sliding to your cheeks. Your breath catches in your throat, heart lurching in your chest.

“Tim?”

“Stuck with you,” he mutters, disapproval clear in his tone. “With you. That’s… wrong. So wrong it’s not even funny. If anyone is stuck with anyone, it’s me you’re stuck with.”

Wait, is he…

Your heart thuds in your ears, chest ballooning with nervous energy as you struggle to grapple with this conversation. With the way he is looking at you, his expression the softest it has ever been — for you. Directed at you. 

Heat rises to your face, making you dizzy. 

A thumb absently strokes over your cheek as he studies you. “There is no one else I’d rather it be. Even if it’s inconvenient for you, I’m selfish enough to admit that I don’t want anyone else. I just want…”

“Tim,” you whisper, unable to believe your ears.

“You,” he finishes quietly. “It’s you. I’m sorry.”

You both are wrong, then. 

No one is stuck with anyone. 

And you aren’t going to let him think that way, either.

“I’m not,” you say. “So, kiss me already.”

Tim kisses you.

He kisses you hungrily, a shade too desperate for eleven in the morning, in a way that sparks a fire inside you. But not a spark of creation, it’s the kindling of embers that are always burning, singeing through your veins, and you can’t help but kiss him back just as eagerly. It’d only been yesterday you wanted it desperately and now you have it and more.

The truth, reality forced upon you, for you to bear witness to how soft his lips are, the way he holds your face so gently, how he tastes like strawberries and maple syrup and the wish for more, more than that, takes hold of you violently. You press forward, your fingers sliding into his hair, silky-soft, and he lets out a sharp exhale, shivering in a way that makes you feel something dangerous. 

Astounding how you can have this and still want more.

But you’re starting to think you’ll always want more from him. More, more, more. Like you wouldn’t be satisfied until you two were one, cells and atoms intermingling. It’s a lot. A lot. For you and for him, the enormity of all of it, of what you might ask of him. From him. More than he can give, maybe, but if he feels the same as you do, then you know he’ll give you as much as he can, give everything. 

The necessity of air has you two breaking apart, but he just leans his forehead against yours, warm breath tickling your lips with each breath. 

You’re happy to stay there, eyes closed, catching your breath.

After a minute, he leans forward, lips brushing yours again, but softer this time, less hungry, less desperate, something terribly, terribly tender that has your chest exploding with warmth. You almost can’t believe it, that you’re here right now with Tim Drake cradling your face like you’re made of fine china and kissing you so sweetly, so full of honeyed affection, it clogs the arteries of your heart.

But it would be a good way to die, you think.

Especially here in Gotham.

Maybe you should give it some credit, though. 

Tragedy dogs the city constantly but even still, the impossible remains possible and you are all the more grateful for that fact.

You separate again and like before, you just lean your foreheads together, basking in the moment. 

Tim moves first and you suppress a shiver as his lips brush over your cheek.

“I guess we’re both wrong,” he murmurs.

Ah.

Neither of you can say you don’t deserve one another. Even if you feel it, he disagrees. And if he feels it, you disagree, too. And where else should you go with that?

Nowhere good, you think.

You smile. “I guess so.”

“So, then…” he starts, finally pulling away. Your eyes flutter open and your stomach swoops like you missed a step as you see the open affection in his gaze, written all over his face. It makes you feel treasured in a way you can’t quite cope with. Instead you focus on the flush on his cheeks, a tempting rush of blood that makes you want to kiss him again and see how warm the skin feels underneath your lips. 

“Yeah?”

“I know it’s a little backwards,” he goes on, thumb stroking your cheek, the other dropping to the side of your neck. Your hands find themselves on his forearms, muscles and tendons flexing beneath your fingertips. “But I wasn’t anticipating that.”

You nod. “Neither was I.”

Though you should’ve known your luck would run out eventually.

“I guess it doesn’t matter much now, anyway,” he says, then pauses, nervous, bashful energy filling him again. “Unless — I mean, I would like to take you out on an official date but, uh, I get it if that’s maybe too soon to really say —”

“Tim.”

He stops. You smile and it feels horribly honest, full of affection and warmth and with everything else not yet spoken. He softens, but the red in his cheeks darkens again. It pleases you too much.

“If you’re okay with it, then I’m okay with letting the press think we’re together,” you say, squeezing his wrist reassuringly. “Even if I wasn’t certain, it would probably be best to let them keep the rumor, rather than try and say we’re friends. But as it is…” 

As it is, you’ve since realized these feelings aren’t going anywhere and knowing that he reciprocates, that, maybe, he’s felt it for a while, too, it makes you hopeful. This isn’t just something fun to do over the summer, this is you seeing him in your kitchen in the mornings, still in pajamas, and thinking you’d like to always see him like this. This is from a few weeks ago, when you two slept together on the couch and it was the best sleep you’ve ever had and waking up with him still here, still a little sleepy and bleary-eyed, it made you think you wouldn’t mind having this for a really long time. 

For forever, you dare to think. 

“I know,” he says, and you think he really does know. 

He brushes a few strands of hair from your face, touch gentle. 

“So, then, in that case,” he starts, smile warm as he says your name, the syllables that wrap it equally as warm, “will you go out with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you say, then lean forward to kiss him again.

You aren’t going to get tired of doing that anytime soon.

And by the way he kisses you back eagerly, you know he’s thinking the same.

You both agree to have your date on Friday night. 

But until then, neither of you see any point in changing anything. 

You’ll still drop by after school or he’ll come over. You’ll still watch movies together.

Nothing changes. The core of your routines remain the same.

Well, except for the fact that you two can’t really keep your hands off each other and the entire city now knows you two are dating.

Monday morning, you showed up in class at eight as usual, finding Ms. C. She said nothing much about it, other than, You’re lucky it’s the last week of school. Everyone is going to be unbearable.

Not trying to make you feel bad. A simple fact. A warning, even, and it turned out to be true. The amount of teachers and aides that dropped by the class to talk to you — even if you’d never once spoken to them — was ridiculous. 

Most of the kids were giggly about it. A few jokes. A little grossed out. You get that, though. They’re kids. Don’t know any better.

But for your colleagues and the odd parent that manages to corner you? It’s a bit ridiculous the way some of them look down their noses at the thought of you dating him.

Well, Mrs. Hightower who teaches eighth grade science, you’re married and also not in a better position. Like, okay, you… sort of get the icy mothers (and occasional father) who sniff at the thought with their designer clothes and yachts and vacation homes in Monaco; they have money, so they think they are better suited for him. (When that honestly has nothing to do with it, but you’re trying to make a point, so, you know.) But for your fellow aides and teachers? All of you are in the exact same boat. 

The life of a more of less public figure is a tricky one. 

And honestly, Tim isn’t even as famous as he could be. Imagine what it must be like for Bruce. 

Yikes.

Every gossip page in Gotham digs their grubby little fingers into your past. 

Naturally, they don’t get much.

Moved here at eighteen for college. Majored in education and minored in psychology. Graduated with honors (that’s probably the only exciting thing for them). Worked at Gotham Elementary in Burnley, then moved to Gotham Pointe. 

That’s it. 

But when they fail to find dirt, the conversation naturally turns to how you aren’t suited for him, how he should be dating the heiress to a massive company rather than some nobody teacher’s aide. 

You try not to let it bother you.

Tim works hard to assure you that he doesn’t care about that. That he never has and never will. You believe him, but with it shoved into your face at every given moment, you think you’re allowed the occasional moment of insecurity.

On Thursday, though, you’re in high spirits. The kids have let the issue go, focusing on some other thing that’s gotten their attention and today is probably the first day that only a few people try to talk to you about everything, allowing you to focus on doing your job. For the most part.

Tim told you to come by his place after school, that way you two could make dinner and spend the evening together. After showering and changing, you catch the elevator to head to the fifteenth floor. 

The doors slide open. You step out, your eyes on your phone, reading a text from your brother, who, alongside your parents, remain a little flabbergasted that you wound up in a relationship with Tim Drake. Though your brother claims he ‘saw it coming.’ Like hell he did. All he ever did was try and convince you to send him Tim’s debit card info. 

The sound of your name.

You blink and look up, meeting the wide, bright blue eyes of a pretty blonde.

Wait, you’ve seen her face before —

“Steph — I mean, um, Stephanie Brown, right?”

One of Tim’s good friends and an old ex-girlfriend. He said they dated when they were teens but broke up and are still good friends. 

She grins, stepping back out of the elevator, apparently having been waiting to take it back down. 

“In the flesh. I’m a little surprised you recognize me but it’s great to finally meet Tim’s mystery girlfriend.” The last part is a tease from the newspaper from last weekend.

You laugh. “Tim has pictures of you and the others around his place. That’s how I knew. And it’s nice to meet you, too.” 

“I was popping in to see about it,” she tells you, not minding the elevator doors that slide shut once more. “Wondering when he’d finally bring you around. He doesn’t like to share.”

You grin, cheeks warming. Her energy is infectious. You can see what might’ve drawn him to her. “It’s my last week of school and we have our date tomorrow. So, probably after the first date. The whole press reveal thing kinda threw a wrench in our plans.”

She grins back. “Well, the way he tells it, that was the thing that kicked your butts into gear, so I guess that’s how it has to go.”

“That… Yeah, that is true,” you say with an embarrassed laugh.

“Aw, it’s okay. It would’ve happened eventually. Tim’s just the type to really, uh, collect evidence and draw up conclusions before he likes to do anything.”

You laugh, because he is like that. 

“Either way,” she says, smiling. “At least you got me out of the way. Meeting all of us can be… a lot.”

“So I’ve heard.”

She snickers. “Guess we’ll see you sometime soon. Maybe around his birthday. Bruce’ll want to have dinner or something with him at the manor and I can join them just so you have another familiar face.”

“That would be great. Really. I appreciate it.”

“You really are as kind as he says,” she says, pouting a little. “Now I’m jealous.”

You laugh, flushing at the compliment — both at what he apparently told her and the fact that she agrees with it so much to the point that she’s jealous. Even if it’s just a tease. But honestly, the way her blue eyes twinkle, you don’t think it is. 

“I’ll leave you to it,” she says, hiking her bag higher over her shoulder. “This homework is calling me to kick its ass.”

Right. Tim told you she was in the grad program for social work at GU. She must be taking summer classes. 

“Good luck.”

“Thanks. You kids don’t do anything crazy, alright?” she says, pointing mock sternly at you as she presses the button for the elevator again. 

You snort. “We’ll do our best.”

She gives you a melodramatic thumbs-up of approval, then steps into the elevator when the doors open. 

The smile on your lips is hard to budge. Steph’s a whole lot of fun, isn’t she? And meeting her now did help some of those budding nerves that rear their head every time you think of the prospect of meeting his family.

But like she said. That might not be until July. Mid to late July, really, since his birthday is on the nineteenth. Speaking of, you need to get back to the rec center to continue working on his gift… Maybe you can do that sometime next week…

Coming up to his door a second later, you unlock it and step inside. 

“Honey, I’m home!” you call out in a sing-song tone, slipping off your slides and locking the door behind you. 

Tim steps out from the kitchen, an expectant look on his face. “You saw Steph on your way here, didn’t you?”

You grin. “Sure did! She’s fun.”

“I wasn’t expecting her today. She wanted to ambush me about you, I think.”

“See when you’ll bring me around? Yeah, she said the same to me.”

He rolls his eyes, exasperated but still fond. “We haven’t even had our first official date. Honestly. They’re all a bunch of gossips, you know? I’m surprised it was just her that ended up coming. I was expecting Cass and Duke, too. Maybe even Alfred. Though he’d come with a much better excuse than ‘I was just on this side of town.’”

You laugh and he shakes his head, extending a hand that you take, not resisting as he ropes you into his embrace. 

“In any case,” he starts, pressing a kiss to your cheek before you sink into the circle of his arms, “how was your day?”

“S’okay. The kids were good.”

“And the teachers?”

You grin into the collar of his t-shirt. “Mostly behaved. They’ve finally grasped some semblance of self-restraint, so, wasn’t too bad.”

He hums, one hand stroking up your back, the other at your hip. You’ve always known Tim was particularly tactile but since everything between you, it’s been turned up a notch. Not that you are complaining. You’re less touch-starved these days, just because of him, but you’ll hardly say no to more of it. 

“How was yours?”

Another hum as he presses his face to your hair. 

“Fine. Lucius asked me to help with some IT stuff and I did that today. Easy work. Cleaned a bit. I sterilized those shells I got for the boys, by the way, and put them in the tank. Don’t know if you saw. Then I saw Steph, as you know. Just started dinner right now.”

“Look at you. All the best qualities of a housewife.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, honey.”

You giggle, though your face warms at the endearment, and he can tell by being so close to you, chuckling softly as he leans down to finally kiss you. 

You press closer, sliding your arms around his neck while his lock around your waist. The full press of his lean body against yours makes your head spin. Stupid Tim and his stupid muscles…

You’re posturing, of course.

You’re… happy. Glowing with it, according to one of the kinder parents who ran into you at school. You believe it, mostly because some part of you doesn’t believe this is actually happening. That Tim kissed you breathless on Sunday and told you he wanted you. The other part of you basks in the thought, in the realization, in the fact that you get to come home to this. 

You’re so, so lucky. 

Nothing can beat it.

Absolutely nothing.  

━ end notes

1. dc editorial’s worst decision was having steph start wearing the bat symbol. leave her OUT OF IT! let spoiler stand on her own! it’s not like bruce ever approved of her.. or tim for that matter… they did her so dirty… ANYWAY

2. all waffle houses are conduits of gotham energy. thats why they’re Like That. food’s absolutely SCRUMPTIOUS tho

3. pleased to report it is canon that tim uses pet names. that tim is, in general, pretty soft with his s/os. here’s a soft moment with him and steph from robin (1993): page 1 / page 2 (read them consecutively in that order!). then another one with tim being very sweet... and finally, the page where he calls her ‘sweetie’ (and she calls him that too!).

in general, i am not too fond of sweetie as a pet name. however, i am very much appreciative of honey. it has a good balance of domesticity and affection, you know? i wouldn’t be adverse to sweetheart either. or baby. so ;)

4. on that note i continue to push my housewife/houseboyfriend(husband?) tim agenda. thank you.

anyway... about time wasn't it ;)))) we have a little ways to go before the end but i promise it's nothing too extreme. i never really wanted to make their confession a Massive Angsty thing. i mean there is stuff to deal with, particularly what tim said and reader slightly misinterpreting it (because he is apologizing for it being him but also because of what he does that she still does not know about). and no worries, we will deal with that. but ultimately, it won't be made into a Big Thing. this fic isn't really centered around that - i want it to be comforting, you know? but we still have to handle the hangups that come with being a civilian and dating a vigilante LOL

reblogs are appreciated!

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[thewritersaddictions]

Day Thirteen: Klaus Mikealson + Die Hard

“It’s not a Christmas movie love.” Your boyfriend counters as he rounds the island in the middle of the kitchen. Rolling your eyes you scoff at him, you two had been arguing about whether or not a certain movie was either a Christmas or action movie.

Why the verbal fight had started you don’t remember. You just know that you’re standing by what you told Klaus. Die Hard is one hundred percent a Christmas movie.

“What doesn’t make it a Christmas movie, huh?” You ask him crossing your arms over your chest getting more and more fessed up with the argument at hand. “Well for starters….” Then the silence takes over your kitchen.

The breeze from outdoors filters in. The French quarter compound is open with lots of space for the Mikealson family to live with all of their significant others and family.

“See your silence is a tell tale sign you don’t know shit. The movie starts off with the office having a literal Christmas party, sure it’s not in any way connected to the main storyline but it snows at the end doesn’t it?” You ask into the air.

Klaus eyes furrow down ward giving his face an odd shape. “Are you asking me if the movie I have seen many times a year has a snow scene at the end?” Klaus asks you totally ignoring your rambling talking from elalier.

You nod, humming as you grab a packet of popcorn from the cabinet. “I for sure know it doesn’t have a snow scene, it’s cause of the decorations anyways.” You can still hear him as you unwrap the popcorn bag and lay it flat on the tray inside the microwave.

With ease you glide back into the conversation after pressing the handy popcorn button on your microwave. “Are you sure? Mister I’ve seen that movie so many times.” You’re the only one to ever ever be able to talk to Klaus in such a way like this. This was your friendly banter, the teasing that had drawn you two each other nearly four years ago.

He loves this side of you, and sometimes he hates it. Hates how you manage to get under his skin without even trying. “Are you suggesting I don’t know the movie?” He counters arching a brow. Your conversation is paused when the microwave beeps and you have to gather a bowl from underneath the drawers.

As you shuffle popcorn into the bowl, you look at Klaus. “I am, but I bet there’s a way to redeem yourself.” You tease. It’s his turn to roll his eyes at you. “How about we just watch the movie, and then we will actually be able to see.” You say’s crumbling up the useless bag.

It’s a quick nod from Klaus and off to the couch you are. “We are only watching the first one.” He says like he actually means that. Once he’s seems the first he’s got to watch the second. You know the drill because it’s always the same with Klaus Mikealson.

The both of you get comfy on the old couch with your dozens of blankets and pillows. Snuggled up together you forget about the argument in the kitchen as you recall lines that are your absolute favorite. It’s not until Hans is falling to his death and the main chapters are sitting the back of the limo does it remind you of your little bet.

The song starts to play and when there’s no snow. Klaus jumps up in excitement having won a bet where he had nothing to lose you shush him. Letting the tv roll the credits. “Whatever!” “I was oh so right, hmm I wonder what you should owe me for that lost bet.” Klaus smirks. “Nothing I owe you nothing cause it wasn’t a bet, just simple banter, now came down here and watch the next one with me.” You beg Klaus. Fluttering your beautiful eyes up at him. He scoffs and rolls his eyes before climbing back onto the couch with you.

An hour into the second one you hear the tiniest, quietest “I was right!” Come from beside you this time you don’t think twice about grabbing the pillow and chucking in to Klaus face.

Completed on: 11/24/23

Posted on: 12/13/23

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[ahundredtimesover]

plm couple date night drabble? pls only if you have the chance 😊

This was incredibly fun to write 💕 Pausing a bit on this couple but I hope you enjoy this. Will definitely go back to them!🙂

Title: Please Love Me Drabble Bonus (04) - Date Night

WC: 8,204

Tags/Warnings: probably inaccurate things about drawing and soccer; indecent thoughts about one's spouse, nudity, smut (kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex), lots of fluff (18+)

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Jungkook grips your hand as you walk past the door, your eyes widening at the suite that you’re both led to. It’s nicer and more comfortable than you expected, and you turn to your husband who seems just as surprised. 

“You may order drinks and snacks,” the staff points to the monitor by the coffee table. “And please press this button once you’re ready to place your bets.”

You smile at her and give your thanks while Jungkook stands by the floor-to-ceiling window that looks out onto the race track. 

“Cool stuff,” he says, looking at you with a smile. “I never understood the appeal of these things but grandfather loves watching this.”

“Then why are we here, then?” You chuckle. 

You didn’t think Jungkook would be into this, too, especially since he’s more into activities that require him to move around. 

“Because,” he starts, “competing with you is fun. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“You just never played Street Fighter with me, Kook,” you playfully roll your eyes. “I was a screaming and competitive mess when I was younger.”

“Which I never knew since you never played with me,” he pouts.

“Because you were so good and I didn’t want to embarrass myself,” you argue. “I told you, I had a little crush on you then. And I still do.”

You see the tips of his ears turn pink and he tries hard to not smile too much, but he still does, the scrunch of his nose too adorable for you to not squeal internally. 

Jungkook always had that charm growing up, and that intensified when puberty hit - he got rid of his bowl cut, he gained some muscle, and his confidence skyrocketed, mostly because he was in the soccer team and that immediately made him one of the popular ones. His being a rich kid - who always threw parties at the village clubhouse or at rented hotels - added to that, and of course, the fact that he’s always been incredibly handsome. 

You could think of a dozen other girls from high school who matched his outgoing personality and level of popularity - there was that star gymnast whom he dated for a while, the class President who was as sociable as she was smart, the model whom everyone had a crush on, and so many others. 

He enjoyed those years, that much you knew. He had a different girlfriend every few months. But when it came to you, well, he rarely looked your way. Of course, now you know why, but still - high school you wouldn’t have believed it if you told her that in 10 years, you’d be making the Jeon Jungkook blush and get all shy the way he is right now. 

The announcement that the next race will start soon brings you back to the present. Jungkook motions for you and you stand with him by the window, his arm around your waist, as you both observe the horses. 

He disregards the call for bets, making you think that he took you here specifically for the bet between the both of you, and somehow that makes you even more excited. 

“So, what are the rules?” You ask, turning to him. 

“Alright, so there are 8 horses racing,” he starts. “We each bet on 4 different ones. Their rank in the race will be equivalent to points. We’ll add them up after 3 rounds and whoever has lower points, wins.”

“Why can’t it just be that the winning horse for the round scores a point for us and first to 2, wins?” You ask, wondering why he’s making it more complicated.

“Because when I win both rounds, then that’s it. Where’s the fun in that?” He scoffs. “Plus, it’s more entertaining if we keep on rooting for the horses until the race ends.”

“Hmm, fair point,” you nod. “So what’s on the line?”

“So if I win,” he smiles cheekily, “you attend my soccer match next Saturday wearing my jersey with a handmade sign rooting for me.”

He looks at you smugly and you know he’s not joking. When he said that the winner can ask the other person to do something embarrassing, he really meant it. 

Jungkook, even when he had girlfriends in high school, always had admirers, and it was easy to spot them, too - anyone could just go to soccer practice and see who was lurking at the field, watching him. During games, there were several of them wearing his (unofficial) jersey with placards with his name on them. 

Nari and Minhyuk used to send you photos of those girls. Yeji, who was part of the broadcasting club, always managed to take videos of the awkwardness when they screamed for Jungkook all at once and he didn’t seem to know who to address first. 

You were obviously never part of that crowd. Squealing people always rattled you; games often went on for hours under the sun and you didn’t want your family to be worried. 

It’s safe to say that you’d never watched any of Jungkook’s games live, not until he joined that soccer club the other month. They play thrice a week, and your husband has always found a way to go at least twice, and you’ve managed to watch a few of them. 

You’d either be by yourself or with your friends, somewhere higher up the bleachers, away from those who treat these games as another one of their social events. You can’t blame them, though, not when the players are as handsome and rich as they are. 

And just like in his younger years, Jungkook took command of this field, too. Whether it was a flashy pass or a goal, he always celebrated with such finesse, and it’s no surprise he’s become popular with the other “fans,” too. 

But you were always the supporter on the sideline, taking photos and videos from afar, merely waving whenever he called out to you, and then leaving him with his teammates when they invited him for drinks. That was always Jungkook’s world, and you basked in him basking in it. But with this bet on the line, you really wouldn’t have an excuse. 

“What’s the placard supposed to say?” You cock an eyebrow. 

“Anything,” he shrugs. “As long as it screams, I’m so in love with my husband.”

He teasingly kisses your cheek as you chuckle at his cheesiness. 

“That’s it?” You feign nonchalance, but he sees right through you.

“Yes, babe. I know you’re squirming internally already.”

You laugh at his statement, and your scrunched nose mirrors his. You’re so beautiful that he just wants to kiss you senseless, especially as you pretend that his winning consequence doesn’t affect you much. He knows you, and you were never one for excessive public displays of affection, often hiding in embarrassment whenever he shows you off or says something cheesy, which he always insists he means. 

A part of him knows this is out of selfishness - he wants to see you be a little more daring for him, a little shameless to show your adoration, to show that you feel lucky to be with him. 

He’d had his high school and college girlfriends do that - wear his jersey, cheer for him on the bleachers, side-eye the other girls who try to get his attention… and it was fun, it was confidence-boosting, it was affirming. 

And for his past few games when he’d turn to the crowd, he’d search for you, happy enough that you show up when you can, even if you’re tucked to the side and quietly cheering him on. But he’d love to see you closer though, wearing something that bears his name on the back to show everyone that he’s yours, that you’re his. 

“Okay, then,” you grin. “Watch your game wearing your jersey with a cheesy sign - got it. As for me…” You step closer and whisper in his ear, “I want you to model for me, naked.”

“Psh, that’s easy,” he scoffs, though you didn’t miss how he gulped just seconds ago. “I literally parade around you naked everyday, babe. I’d go around the apartment without clothes on if you let me.”

“Walking around naked is different from posing naked, Kook,” you inform him. “You’re gonna have to pose for a long period of time and just watch me work.”

“Will you be naked, too?”

“Of course not,” you playfully smack his arm. “I’m gonna be so focused and probably not mind you or something. You’ll be my subject, and I will treat you as such.”

“Hmm, I like it when you’re dominant,” he grunts in your ear, and though you smack him again, you can’t deny the heat in your belly at his statement.

“I never am,” you frown, “but I’m serious, Kook. We push through with this bet, then you’ll do it if I win.”

“Of course, babe,” he assures, hugging you. “I came up with the idea so of course I’ll see it through. But what’s it for, though?”

“We’re doing nude art in the drawing class I joined,” you say excitedly. “But I feel like I’m gonna get a little flustered if I see someone naked in front of me so I wanna practice being focused.”

“Wait, someone’s gonna go naked in front of you?” He exclaims. 

“It’s an exercise, okay, and they’re gonna be naked in front of everyone.”

“I can just be your class’ model, then. That way, you won’t get flustered,” he offers.

“Nope, all this is for my eyes only,” you pout, and that’s what prompts him to kiss you.

He chuckles as his head sneaks in the crook of your neck. “I’m kidding. Of course, babe. Only for you.”

The announcer’s voice saying that the race will now begin prompts both of you to straighten yourselves and turn to each other.

“Starting now, you are my rival,” Jungkook puts on a serious face. “May the better Jeon win.”

“Get ready to lose, honey,” you say sweetly, complete with a tuck of a hair strand behind your ear and a flutter of your eyelashes. “I have a winning record to keep.”

**

As Jungkook should’ve expected, you do win. 

It was a close one, at least, as your scores weren’t far apart until the third race when 3 of your horses made it to the top 3, leaving Jungkook with a higher score and thus, another losing record. It wasn’t without its tense moments, though.

You were a little reserved during the first race, while Jungkook joined in on the shrieks of the other patrons. He was fist bumping the air since he was up by 2 points, but things turned around during the second and third races and you’d started jumping a little and squealing yourself. Your beers were forgotten, and the staff looked at you weirdly for being so into the race without putting any bets, and Jungkook had smiled and said that you weren’t betting people and he didn’t want to lose money.   

But in between the fake insults and the teasing, Jungkook would pull you close and wrap his arms around your waist, laughing at your competitiveness and constantly kissing your cheek. And so when he defeatedly looks at you after you announce yourself as winner, you know he’s just pretending to be upset. There’s a twinkle in his eye when he looks at you, and you feel his love envelop you in more ways than one. 

“I offer my congratulations to Mrs. Jeon,” he bows. “That was a good race. I accept all consequences as agreed upon.”

“I accept your congratulations, Mr. Jeon,” you bow as well. “Keep your next Saturday free for me, please.”

“It’s gonna take a whole day?” He looks at you worriedly.

“No, but we’ll never know,” you shrug. 

“Never know, what?” He smirks.

“Never know how impatient and whiny you’re gonna be that it’d take me longer than 4 hours to finish,” you tease. “But really, honey. You sure you’re okay with posing for me?”

“Yes, babe,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders as he leads you out to get the car. “Anything you want, I’ll do it.”

“Hmm, thank you, Kook. I can’t wait to make art out of this art,” you wink, but you ruin it with a scrunch of your nose and an embarrassed laugh. 

“Ah, you’re gonna be the death of me.” 

**

Watching the sunset from the 81st floor of the Lotte World Tower while gorging on delicious and delicate-looking food is an experience in itself. The views are amazing; it makes you appreciate the city’s skyline from high up here, so much so that the smile doesn’t leave your face.

“It’s beautiful out here, Kook,” you turn to him. “Maybe it was good that we missed out on that dinner? Would’ve been so awkward since I didn’t realize it’s this intimate and romantic.”

“Hey, we said we wouldn’t talk about it,” he pouts. 

“We said, we’d make new memories,” you correct him. “And we’re here now, enjoying all this together.”

“It is pretty special, huh?” He smiles, as his eyes trace your features that he loves gazing upon when he wakes up and before he falls asleep. 

“Yes, and because we’re making new memories… I thought I’d give you this,” you say, taking a small card from your purse and handing it to him, his wide eyes now tracing the painting collage of familiar places on the front - the water bungalow in Fiji, the lakes of Alberta, the streets of Prague, Central Park in New York, and your own balcony. 

“Baby, what’s—”

“It was 2 years to the day yesterday since we said I love you to each other,” you interject, the same time he opens the card to see 24 different doodles of the words on the page. “I know it’s an odd thing to celebrate but I just remember that night so well and I always think of all the amazing things we’ve done and been to since then.”

Jungkook’s eyes are now glassy and you can’t say you didn’t expect this.

“I love you so much. I remember that night so well, too. And I—” he turns to you, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms and tell you how much love he has for you until you’re sick of his voice. “Shit, I wanna marry you all over again. Can we do that? I’d marry you everyday, babe.”

“Kook, honey, that sounds romantic but that’s also incredibly impractical and—”

Jungkook stands from his seat and walks over to where you are, kneeling before you with your hand in his. “Baby, I take you as my wife, I do, and I love y—”

The sounds of people clapping and their oohs and ahhs cut his declaration short, as you both realize what it looks like.

“Oh my god, Jungkook, this is so embarrassing,” you chuckle, covering your face now.

You’re adorable when you get shy, and it makes him even more charmed by you, but he also knows that the attention flusters you, so he stands up and glances at the people with their tender eyes, looking like the proud strangers that they are.

“Ah, I’m not proposing. We’re actually married. Over 2 years already, in fact,” he clarifies. “I just got a little carried away and did some dramatic declaration of my love because I’m so in love with my wife and—”

They ooh and ahh even louder and you can’t help but just laugh at the entire scene. Leave it to your husband to make such a big deal out of it all but you admit that it makes your heart leap out of your chest - he’s so smitten, the way you are, and the way he lets you - and everybody else - know is something you’re still getting used to. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and despite your insecurities, he never lets you forget just how much love he has for you. 

You motion for him to go back to his seat and he shyly does, his flushed face making him look like that handsome adolescent that you crushed on when you were younger.

“Sorry,” he mouths.

“It’s okay, I love you,” you mouth back.

He smiles that dimpled smile of his and places the card in his jacket pocket. “I’m never going to lose this.”

**

“So, how long am I supposed to sit still on this thing?”

Jungkook stands next to the stool that you instructed him to settle into, thankful that you’re at least allowing him to sit down and be more comfortable than if you had him raise his arms or something. He’d searched for some nude drawing poses and those he’d found had either very sensual or very boring ones. Sitting on the edge of a stool bare naked doesn’t seem that uncomfortable, or so he hopes. 

“Around 30 minutes? That should be enough time for me to draw your silhouette, then we can take breaks after,” you respond, fixing your canvas and your drawing materials. 

“You may remove your clothes now and take a seat, Mr. Jeon,” you say.

“Guide me, please? I’m new to this thing.”

You turn to his smug face with an arch of your eyebrow. “You’re not new to being naked in front of me, honey.”

“I’m new to being naked in front of you and then not having you touch me, is what I meant,” he smirks. 

You feel your cheeks heat up but you shake your head. This is an art experience, you remind yourself. 

Ever since that trip to Alberta during your 2nd year anniversary where you woke up one morning, itching to paint the scenery outside but ended up being enamored by the view of your husband sleeping soundly in bed, wrapped in the soft sheets looking absolutely ethereal, you’ve been wanting to paint him in all his glory. Sure, you got to paint his silhouette that time but it’s different when you’re able to go through the details of his majestic body, one that leaves you craving for him more and more each time.

You were honest about this being a trial for your eventual nude drawing class, but you also want inspiration, maybe use today’s output as a guide for a detailed painting of him. You hope he doesn’t get creeped out by the idea, though. You like painting beautiful things, and there’s just something intimate about capturing the love of your life in an art form that you love. 

“Honey, I’m gonna need you to behave today, alright?” You say playfully, as you walk towards him and tug on his shirt. 

He removes it with one hand and then slips his boxers off, all the while looking into your eyes as he does so. He’s done this so many times before but he always manages to make you flustered, to make you feel weak and wanting. 

“Now, Mrs. Jeon, where do you want me?”

“On the edge, please, with your left leg on the floor and your right heel on the footrest,” you instruct. “Right arm resting behind your back and the left on your lap,” you say, guiding him on the stool and fixing his position the way you want. 

He smells so good, as he’d just showered after a morning run, and his tanned form due to his weekend afternoon soccer games makes him glow under the rays of the sun that’s shining through the window of your studio. His tattoos, which now cover a bigger area of his arm, are art on art, and his features - rough yet delicate at the same time - are beautiful. So is his flaccid cock, which rests between his thighs and you have to force yourself not to kneel in front of him and put it in your mouth to make him feel good. 

“You comfortable?” You turn to him.

“Yup, except for my lips. They need a kiss from you,” he puckers them, earning him a roll of your eyes, but you give in then pull away before you get lost in the feel of him. 

You go back to your seat and start drawing, taking in the lines of his body from his jaw, down to his neck, his arms, his torso, then his legs. You want to capture his silhouette first and fill in the details as you go. It’s not long before you get in the zone, with nothing but the sound of your pencil gliding against the paper, with soft jazz music in the background. 

For these first minutes, you look at Jungkook as your subject - a life form whose beauty you’re trying to recreate and to immortalize. 

From a few feet away, Jungkook watches you intently. There’s grace in the way you sit in a stool and hold your pencil and flit your gaze from him to the paper. There’s the intensity of your eyes that’s soft as well; the way you bite your lip in concentration is something he finds adorable and sexy at the same time. You mumble to yourself when you’re immersed in something, and he has to stop himself from wanting to kiss you every time that happens.

You’re dressed in boy shorts and a loose tank top, with one of his oversized jackets covering the rest of you. He loves seeing you like this - comfortable, in your element, and absolutely stunning. 

“We can take a break,” you say, walking towards him with his tumbler for a drink. 

He starts walking around to stretch and you cordon him off your area, making sure he doesn’t see your drawing until it’s finished, and it’s not long after when you instruct him back to the stool to continue your work.

This time is tricky, as you start to focus on the details of Jungkook’s features. His head is tilted slightly so the sharpness of his jaw is accentuated. It takes a while for you to get the angle like you want, and in that period, the amount of time you stare at his throat and the expanse of his neck is more than you hoped. 

Your eyes trail down. He’s breathing steadily, but the way his chest lightly raises is enough to remind you of how he is when he’s huffing, panting, sweaty… and you have to blink away the memories, especially as that was the sight you had last night when he took you on the couch after movie night.

His dark nipples are perfect against the backdrop of his pecs - toned and stunning, but the faded stains of your lust on them causes you to jerk at the memory, and you find yourself clearing your throat before you let out a moan.

“You okay there, babe?” You hear him ask, the sultry tone of his voice, unmistakeable. 

“Uh-huh,” you lie. “The sun’s just shining through and I feel a bit hot.”

You mindlessly remove your jacket as Jungkook curiously turns to the window that’s now not as bright as it was. When he looks back at you, he sees it. And now he’s the one who can’t shake off the thoughts from last night. 

Back to where you are, you’re trying to perfect the lines and dips of his torso, your eyes descending to start on his hips, and it’s when you see it, and you visibly swallow.

His dick definitely didn’t look like that minutes ago.

Your breathing quickens, and you try to focus on the drawing in front of you, but it doesn’t seem to work - that’s still your naked husband on there, a replica of the scene that’s getting you all hot and bothered. 

He calls out your name.

“Hmm? Honey, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he says with a low voice.

“Kook, you’re the one who’s hard,” you furrow your brows at him.

“So are you, baby,” he grunts.

You look at him questioningly. He’s now panting, tongue licking his lips, and he cocks his head to motion towards you and that’s when you look down and notice your pert nipples, screaming underneath your thin tank top.

“I—”

“You’re putting on a side show for me, too.”

And that’s when you notice it again - the side of your breast peeking through the low arm holes of your top. You look at him with a shy face, but Jungkook doesn’t miss the hint of a tease on it.

He’d noticed it the moment you took the jacket off and the way you looked so sexy drawing him naked just made his mind wander to last night and how satisfied you looked under him while he plowed into you, your breasts bouncing for him in perfect pace with his thrusts. 

“Kook, I want to focus,” you pout.

“Let’s have a break, then,” he suggests. “I’m so close to touching myself to the thought of you but that’s not fun when you’re right there. Please, baby? I’ll get back to my position, I promise. Just let me touch you.”

And who are you to deny your handsome husband who’s begging to have you? 

You set aside your pencil and turn towards him, slowly opening your legs to say that you want him, too.

“Come to me, then,” you drawl.

He wastes no time and walks towards you, cups your cheeks in his hands, and kisses you like he hadn’t done it in years. 

“Was this part of the consequence?” He grunts, as his mouth finally parts from yours and trails down your neck, nipping and licking your flesh. “Did you want me to sit there and watch you get turned on by me and not be able to do anything?”

“But you’re doing something about it now,” you bite back, before you let out a moan from him pinching your buds.

“And I’m about to do more,” he teases, kneeling in front of you and hurriedly removing your shorts.

He moves the stool for support and spreads your legs, grunting as he smells your essence.

“Fuck.”

“Kook, do something,” you plead. 

He smirks before he dives into your cunt, his tongue swiping at your folds and leaving you a quivering mess. 

“Oh, god,” you moan, as he kitten licks your throbbing nub repeatedly, the act making you feel hazy. “That’s so—”

The rest of the sentence dies in your throat, as he slips 2 fingers in and hits your spot immediately. It’s obscene, the sounds that his mouth makes as he sucks your flesh and the ones he elicits from you. It’s messy and unfiltered, as his dark gaze lands on you briefly, before he lowers himself even more to nip and lick the back of your thighs, right where it meets your ass, a sensitive part that he’s recently discovered.

His thumb expertly flicks your clit while his mouth does wonders on your flesh, and you hear him growl, curse, and moan against your skin, the vibrations heightening the incoming orgasm that you feel is about to burst from you.

“Kook, I’m close,” you keen, and it signals him to get his mouth back onto your cunt, where a series of tongue movements elicits a scream from you, your thighs reflexively closing, and the sight of Jungkook buried in them will always, always trigger those butterflies in your belly. 

You feel yourself weaken as your slick slides out of you, with Jungkook lapping up the mess that he’s made. You’re still shaking, but he does his loving husband duty of massaging your thighs as he helps you come down from your high. 

“You always sound so good, baby,” he says, softly kissing your belly now. “Your screams from last night got me so hard earlier, and the way you looked. Fuck, you always look so breathtaking when I take your breath away.”

You merely hum, closing your eyes as you savor his lips on your skin, eliciting another squeal when he nips your clothed buds, still throbbing for him. Your fingers comb through his hair, and even with everything you’ve felt, it’s still not enough.

“Wanna be inside you,” he whispers in your ear, low and desperate, his mouth proceeding to tenderly kiss your neck. 

“Okay,” you mumble, standing up now and letting him take a seat. 

He leans against the wall and helps you straddle him, your lips sliding against his shaft before you slide down to have him inside you.

“Hmm, so warm,” he grunts against your neck. “I could be here forever.”

“How dramatic,” you tease, kissing his cheek.

He turns to your work, taking in an image of him through your eyes.

“Wow, I look good.”

You burst into laughter. “I don’t know if I should feel flattered or annoyed.”

“Hey, that’s one amazing muse you got there,” he insists, gently lifting you up and down as you both savor each other this way. 

“Hmm, he is. It’s not hard to get turned on when that’s what I have to draw,” you smile, pecking his nose now. “And I want to get back to it so let’s continue, shall we?”

He chuckles and kisses you back, shifting for better support and grips your waist to quicken his pace. It’s not long after when you’re both into it again, his mouth capturing your breasts and his tongue, swirling in all the places that he can. 

He’s thrusting upward while you meet his motions, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders so you won’t fall off, given how hard he’s now going. You feel his body tense and the sweat pool on his forehead, his parted mouth and hooded eyes adding to your pleasure. With him falling apart under you, it’s not hard for the orgasm to build again.

You fall apart, too, together this time, and your bated breaths fill the room, the buzzing feeling from your high slowly fading.

“Thank you, that was an added perk,” you sigh, as you settle in his warm embrace. 

“Yeah, and we have the rest of the day, babe,” he says, kissing your forehead. “We’re probably gonna need more than 4 hours.”

**

“Well, isn’t this quite the sight?” Junghyun greets you with a teasing smile and a hug. “My sister-in-law, wearing my brother’s soccer jersey. We would’ve thrown a party if this happened then.”

“Well, too bad I wasn’t a fan, then,” you chuckle, hugging him back. “Crowds and male egos weren’t really my thing. It still isn’t, actually.”

“Yeah, I know. It took marrying him for you to even consider going to his games,” Junghyun says. “But I’m glad he’s found time to do this again. He really missed playing, you know? It’s like he’s reliving his glory days again. Minus the girlfriend of the season in his jersey cheering for him. Until now.”

“For the record, I have been cheering for him,” you correct. “Just up there, away from people.” 

“And what brings you here at the center, now?” Your brother asks, making way for Nari and Yeji to sit next to you. “And in his jersey, too.”

“Ah, we did that horse race bet. This is what he wanted if he won,” you share.

“But didn’t you win?” Junghyun asks. “Kook told me so, although he didn’t say what you wanted him to do.”

“Yeah, well…” you trail, suddenly feeling flustered as you recall last week and how that nude drawing session took an entire day because every break you both took would last an hour. You did finish the piece; it just took longer than expected.

“You know, boring stuff,” you shrug. “But I realized that he may have been wanting me to show up in this because you know, it’s Jungkook. And well, what’s the harm? Maybe I’ll just be extremely embarrassed but it’s okay. I mean, this placard isn’t cringey at all,” you smile sarcastically, earning you a round of laughter from everyone. 

“Knowing Kook, he’s gonna be extremely and annoyingly giddy about this,” your brother says. “It doesn’t really take much to make him happy. All he needs is you, really, and any public declaration of your love is just the icing on the cake,” he winks. 

The thought leaves you feeling giddy, enough to temper the nervous feeling you have. 

You were never one who likes to take the spotlight, and showing up here in your husband’s jersey with a sign to boot definitely screams ‘center of attention.’ But anything for him, you remind yourself. You want him to know that you adore him, and that if you were that type of person, you’d brag about him to the rest of the world that he’s yours and you’re his, in a not disturbingly possessive way, of course.

The soccer field in the Clubhouse isn’t that big, but it’s enough to play the sport leisurely. There are benches and bleachers for spectators to sit on, and like what you expected, there are a lot of familiar faces in the crowd. The VIP Clubhouse is a second home to many of them, after all, and this is by all means entertainment for them.

You spot Jungkook running towards the field, perhaps returning after a few laps around the nearby oval track. He does that before doing anything physical, and though it’s just a game for fun, the competitive gene in him just has to be at his best for this. 

At the center of the field, Jungkook starts to stretch. He hears one of his teammates release a breath. “Is it wrong of me to say that I love weekend games because the pretty ladies come to watch?” The man says. “It’s like added pressure but I gotta say, I like the attention.”

“Are they here for you, though?” Another man teases. “You’re not the golden boy like Jeon over here. You know those pretty ladies would swarm him if he wasn’t married.”

“I know, which is why I’m getting on his good side so he could put out a good word for me, maybe for that chick in the first row, the one in blue and yellow,” the first man cocks his head towards the bleachers. “She’s gorgeous.”

Jungkook follows his teammate’s gaze, his own eyes widening at what he sees. He takes the man’s chin and directs it to face him.

“Look elsewhere, yeah? That’s my wife you’re looking at.”

“No shit.”

“Golden boy, remember?” Jungkook smirks, leaving his dumbfounded teammates to run towards you, his heart fluttering as he gets closer to see that you’re wearing his college jersey.

“Baby,” he says, pulling you into a hug. “You’re here. I thought it’s girls’ night.”

“Yeah, this is part of girls’ night,” you smile. “Nari and Yej wanted to ogle at hot guys and well, you’ve got good-looking teammates.”

“You mean other than me, right? Because I should be the only hot and good-looking one for you.”

“Hmm, let’s see… there’s–”

“Hey!” he pouts. “Joo-hyuk there was eyeing you and he’s pretty handsome.”

“Ah, goodness. I didn’t come in your jersey only to look at other men, Kook,” you nudge his arm. “And, I didn’t spend the afternoon with the girls making this if I wasn’t going to be paying attention to you,” you add, pulling the cardboard sign from the paper bag you brought and showing it to him.

There’s an action photo of him from one of his college games that you dug up, with the words ‘Here for golden star player, Jeon Jungkook (my husband)’ in big letters next to it. “It’s back-to-back, too, so even those behind me will know who I’m here for,” you wink.

“Baby,” he finally says, after what seems like minutes of him staring at the sign. “You didn’t have to.”

You cock your eyebrow at him.

“I’m kidding. I’ve been secretly hoping you’d do this. And I’m losing my shit right now,” he laughs, hugging you again. “But… you won the bet, and we had an amazingly spectacular time last week. What’s with this?”

“You just looked really excited when you brought this up,” you say. “And well, even if I’m shaking in embarrassment right now, I really wanted to come and let all those watching know that the really handsome player wearing number 7 is my husband, and I love him very much. I even wrote it on the sign!”

You raise it up, and he has to squint because in the bottom corner, in tiny letters, you indeed wrote I love you.

“Well, that’s readable, at least from up close,” he laughs. “But thank you. I’m so pumped up right now. I’m gonna do so well and you’re gonna be so turned on that–”

“Alright, we all know you’re gonna do so well, honey,” you glare at him. 

“I will,” he smirks. “Raise that up every time I have the ball, okay?”

“Fine,” you say in submission, thinking he’s absolutely childish and unfairly adorable. 

He kisses you deeply before he runs to his teammates, yelling at them to make sure you hear. “Tonight’s game plan - pass me the ball every time.” He turns to wink at you and you playfully shake your head.

“I married a hormonal teenager,” you turn to your friends and brothers, who all laugh at you.

“Yeah, we know,” they say in unison, and you go back to your seat and make sure to catch Jungkook’s eyes.

His soft smile mirrors yours, and you know that right this moment, his heart flutters the same way that yours does.

**

Jungkook’s hand sneaks around your waist and he whispers in your ear. “You okay, babe?”

You nod with a smile, squeezing his knee to let him know you’re sincerely fine, and he smiles in return. 

After the soccer game - which they won and had him scoring 2 goals because, like he said, he was “inspired” tonight - his teammates invited him, you, and your friends to dinner and drinks at a nearby restaurant. He was ready to turn them down, but you insisted that you were okay with hanging out with them. The guys were teasing Jungkook non stop because of how hyped up and giddy he was the entire time, going soft every time he turned to you and saw you with your sign up for him to see.

“Jungkook’s a beast on the field but a menace outside of it,” Joo-hyuk had said. “We kinda wanna see him be a total softie around his wife.”

It was hard to say no, not when your husband looked a little flustered but totally adorable and proud. And though warming up to new people wasn’t immediate for you, your husband’s warmth and comfort was enough to make you feel at ease. 

He’s taken to calling them his friends now, he’d told you, as they’re the ones he usually ends up being teammates with, and they’re not insufferable like some of those he’d met. They’re laid-back like he is, and Jungkook always gravitated towards people like himself.

“Are you okay?” You ask, turning towards him. 

“Yeah, though to be honest, I’m itching to go home.”

“Yeah? But we just finished dinner. I thought you guys wanted a round of drinks.”

“They do, but not me, not when you’re here.” His cheeky smile turns naughty, as he leans to mumble in your ear. “I know I wanted this, but seeing you in my jersey is doing things to me.”

You feel your cheeks heat up and just the thought of Jungkook being turned on by you wearing something of his is somehow turning you on, too.

“Uh, maybe we can stay just a bit longer, so it doesn’t seem like we’re too eager to leave?” You suggest.

Jungkook pretends to think about it, but decides that he doesn’t really care. He’s been waiting to be with you since he saw you earlier, and he doesn’t really mind leaving his teammates out here nor worry about what they’d think. 

“Or not,” you chuckle, knowing what he’s thinking by the way his eyebrows furrow and his lips purse. “We can go a–”

“Bye everyone, we’re gonna go ahead,” he tells the group before you can even finish your sentence. “We’ve got, uh, important business to attend to,” he says, pulling out the chair for you and taking your hand.

“Important business my ass,” someone laughs. “We know what you’re on, Jeon. Go ahead, lovebirds. Your home is waiting.”

Nari and Yeji can’t help their giggles as you pout, mouthing your apologies that you’re leaving them when you dragged them out here, but they assure you that it’s okay. They have common friends with the guys, and they don’t mind being left with them. 

“Great, see you guys again!” Jungkook waves, and you hold him back to say your proper goodbyes before you both walk out of the restaurant and head to the car.

“Jeon Jungkook, what was that!” You playfully smack his arm as he starts driving. “Important business? Seriously? Who would buy that?”

“I’m sorry, babe! It was the first thing that I thought of!” He frowns, knowing you don’t like being put on the spot like that. “I just… I feel like I’m reliving the glory days of my youth, you know? Winning a game, seeing my girl cheer for me–”

“Going home with that girl and sleeping with her?” You finish.

“Hey! I don’t mean it in that way!”

“That’s totally how your youth was, Kook,” you tease, “which, by the way, you’re literally still living. We’re still in our 20s, honey.”

“I know, but it’s different, obviously. It’s you, the absolute love of my life,” he says, kissing your hand. “It didn’t feel like this before.”

You merely hum in response and kiss his hand back. You know this, you feel this, and ever since that talk you had the other week about making new memories to replace the not-so-good ones from your past, it feels different, too.

You make it home in record time, with Jungkook pulling you close and peppering your face with kisses all the way up to the floor of your apartment. 

He watches you walk towards the door and suddenly, the adrenaline dies down. The overwhelming feeling of lust he’d felt earlier fades. 

Yes, he still very much wants to bend you over the couch and fuck you from behind while you still wear his jersey. He still wants to have you on top of him, over him, and next to him as he pushes inside you. And he definitely will, among other things. 

But right now, there’s just you and him, under the dim light of the foyer, in the home you both created. 

And as you curiously smile at him, he thinks back to the past weeks - even months and years - of all these dates and trips, and he thinks that whether it’s in the quiet intimacy of your studio, or in front of a dozen people you’ve just met, you will love each other like it’s all you know, like it’s all there is. 

“You okay, Kook?” You ask. “I thought we had some important business to do,” you chuckle. 

“We do,” he says, cupping your cheeks and kissing you tenderly. “Have I told you that I love you today?”

“Yes, in the elevator, minutes ago,” you remind him. 

“Okay, good. Don’t ever forget that.”

He wraps his arms around you and you hug him back. 

He sways you a little before he goes back to kissing you again - slow, purposeful, and deep, like all the times he has when he’s feeling a little sentimental. Wandering hands explore each other’s bodies, until he’s turning you around, his lips grazing the side of your neck, his fingers undoing the button of your jeans.

You feel your body come alive from the warmth of his mouth and his expert hands, removing your clothes, even your bra, except for his jersey. His hardened length pokes your back, and it’s when he leads your body to lean over the armrest of the couch that you get what he wants to do. 

His kisses on the back of your thighs, up to your sopping cunt and your ass cheeks, are soft. His caresses on your torso and your breasts underneath his shirt are gentle. Even the way he enters you from behind - immediate and needy - is more amorous than anything, and it’s his desire that you feel overtaking the room. He’s careful but passionate, and somehow you think this is him, savoring the way you looked earlier and right now. 

He doesn’t say much other than how perfect you are for him, that you’re meant for him. His grunts and moans are on pace with yours, and once both your orgasms start to build up, he removes himself from you - unfortunate, really, but you know how he is. He definitely wants to watch you come for him. 

He guides you to sit this time, on top of him where he has a full view of you in a top that bears his name, that lets everyone know who he belongs with. 

“You were so beautiful today,” he hums, as he meets your thrusts, his hands tracing your outer thighs before they hold your waist steady. “All I wanted was to see you scream for me.”

“I do that all that time, Kook,” you laugh. 

“You know what I mean,” he smiles.

And you do. Seeing Jungkook do something that he enjoys gives you a kind of happiness that you never knew you could feel. He looks so free, so radiant whenever he’s on the field. It’s always been one of the things he liked doing growing up, but somehow you think he felt like playing a role then, too. He was expected to do well in everything, after all, and being able to do this recreationally means he gets to savor the feeling of just being, of just doing. 

The pace speeds up this time, and you can’t help but touch yourself as you both go, grinding against each other, the steady yet passionate thrusts enough to let the orgasm build just right. 

“Kook,” you moan, as you hold on to his propped up thighs behind you when he starts quickening his movements. “I’m close.”

“I got you, baby,” he grunts. “Scream my name, yeah? I want to hear you scream my name.”

He pairs his pounding with flicks on your clit, and with your eyes locked on his - lustful, desirous - and with his clenched jaw and hooded eyes, you give in, screaming his name like he wants. He comes shortly after you do, bated breaths filling the room now.

He takes you in his arms, cradles you like he wants you all for himself. Like he said, you’re perfect for him; you’re meant for him.

“You looked really happy there earlier,” you mumble, the feeling of sleep closing in on you.

“I was,” he grins. “It’s definitely in the top of games I’ve played, I’d say.”

“Above your championship games?” You turn to him. 

“Yeah. I mean, those were a lot of fun. I won’t lie that sometime in high school, a part of me wished you’d come see my games, so I could show off or something, or maybe to know you cared I guess, even if I didn’t really pay attention to you,” he admits. “So now, the fact that you get to be there, watching me, and then hang out with my teammates, and then come home with me and do this? Yeah, that’s tough to beat.”

He chuckles, but you hear the longing in his voice.

“I’m sorry, about never showing up at your games,” you whisper. “I always had Minhyuk and the girls update me, though. They’d even send photos that I insisted I didn’t want but they were nice to see.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he comforts. “I’ve accepted that we were very different people back then. So this whole making new memories thing is good. We get to reminisce how it used to be and smile because we’re together now.”

“Hmm. So there’s still that playground at our village, your estate, my family’s, your family’s ski lodge where 10-year old Kook said I was boring for not joining the beginner’s ski class, the–”

“Those are literally all the places we grew up in,” he chuckles. “Wow, was I really mean to you our entire childhood?”

“You weren’t mean, just… you know, not a fan of mine,” you laugh, kissing his cheek. 

“Well, looks like we’ve got an entire lifetime to do all that, huh? Make new memories with our siblings, their kids, maybe our kids, too?”

The thought makes your heart race, and you smile at him who’s looking at you with stars in his eyes. “That sounds great, honey,” you say. 

Jungkook makes you tea, prepares your bath, tucks you in bed, and holds you in his arms. His breathing softens, and you know it was a good day.

And as you look at his sleeping form, you know - if there’s anything that being with him has showed you, it’s that whether it’s fears, regrets, insecurities, or overwhelming joy that you both share, you will love each other like it’s all you know, like it’s all there is.

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can you share more about miles from your turning dr ??? he’s just so unique and i’m rlly curios about what his little quirks and preferences are <3

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hihi whoever nonie this is hello this has been rotting in my drafts for a full week now so sorry about that JSHSJDN

♡. miles is a fucking menace. i'm sure we've established that well enough already ( a hot one though ... ) also the fact that he's not really a menace on purpose

♡. he's also very smart. like he can solve complex equations way faster than i ever could. he also knows how to sew, to bake, to play all kinds of instruments, and he speaks over 5 different languages including, but not limited to; greek, french, japanese, chinese & getman

you bet he speaks in french with flora just so me and kate have no fucking clue what they're saying, little rascals

♡. the thing is, he's a prissy prince, but he's genuinely not aware of it?? he was raised a wealthy boy, and was really young when his parents d.ed and was put into the care of ms. grose who definitely did nothing to fix his attitude

like when i tell miles to clean up after himself he's not like "lmfao that's not my problem" no it's like a genuine "?? but that's not my job???" like mf was raised to believe that, and flora unfortunately has the same exact mindset

♡. not to mention, he sucks at doing basic household shit because of this?? like, he's 15, you'd expect that he has at least a little knowledge on how to do a few chores, right? wrong!!

"how the— what? how the fuck do you—?" all i could do was stand and watch in disbelief as he grunted, repeatedly putting the soiled bowl under running water

he sent me a pleading look, growing even more frustrated from the expression i was giving him "what?" "miles, you've gotta be kidding me right now—" "this whole thing was your idea! you wanted me to 'get my ass off the couch and clean my own shit'" his voice going higher near the end, mocking my words from earlier

i scoffed and snatched the bowl from his hands "yeah, but did you really think that you wash dishes by just.. putting them in water?" there was a long pause

"yeah..? i dunno, this is commoner person stuff completely new to me" "oh my fucking god"

♡. does this really cute thing where he scrunches up his nose!! idk why he does it but it's fucking adorable like one of the few moments when i don't wanna punch miles is when he does that he looks like a little bunny

♡. he's one of those guys who wears sweaters even on the hottest of days. like in the middle of july he's out in jeans and a fuzzy turtleneck. honestly?? i don't blame him. the sweaters that he owns are all fucking bomb, though you can't expect anything less from a multimillionaire kid. he doesn't even sweat! which makes it creepier bc i swear this kid is cold blooded

♡. miles love love loves the night sky! when me and kate moved into the mansion, i got a guest room that had a clear view of the moonlight, so much so that on some nights, my room would be completely illuminated by the light :o

♡. part of the reason why i didn't like miles a lot at first is because i would wake up in the middle of the night i would see him?? in my room?? like, he wasn't even looking at me, he was, however, faced outside the window ( ngl the soft glow of the moonlight did look really pretty on his face )

turns out the room i had occupied was one of miles' favorites to hang out in, because of the stunning view of the sky. and, y'know, miles being miles, couldn't really communicate that to me like a normal person so he opted to break into my room every night with a spare key just to go stargazing

♡. hence, my tag for him being 'star!'

♡. will never admit it but he's a huge huge bookworm. spends lots of time cooped up in the library which is god knows where in the stupid manor, i've been living there for like 2 weeks now and i still don't know my way around. though i know that if miles isn't jamming out in his room he's either out with samson or sprawled out on one of the couches with his nose shoved in some dusty thriller novel

the nickname he gave for me actually comes from a book ^^

"i'm sorry, uh, what won't do?"

the teen in front of me shrugged and walked a little closer. "your name. flora? we've already got a flora around here," he said, gesturing behind him to his younger sister "that's gonna make things a little complicated"

feeling a little embarrassed, i shrunk in on myself "oh, well, uh, sorry about that, uhm—" miles looked up as if he were pondering for a moment, mumbling my name to himself. "florelise, elise, florelise.. florie, lorie.. lorelei"

"what?" i quirked a brow at him "i'll call you lorelei, like lorelei lee from—" "gentlemen prefer blondes" he gave me a charming grin that sent off dozens of butterflies in my stomach

but then, i realized "wait a second, are you calling me a gold digger?" "dunno, am i?" and with that, miles walked backwards— into the next room, his figure disappearing upstairs

♡. wears jeans a lot, not only because yk they look good on him ig but also because they're quite strong. miles has a habit of scratching at his thighs and knees when he gets agitated, and it used to lead to some tears in his old pants or scratches on his skin

♡. knows how to use a gun. no i will not elaborate further upon this

♡. when he's not waking me up in the middle of the night by breaking into my room, he's waking me up at 4 in the motherfucking morning to the sound of him and his horse samson laughing and running around by my window

which, i'll admit, i did get out of bed early one or two times just to fondly watch him from my windowsill, trying to hide behind the pink curtains

♡. poor boy bottles up his feelings a lot :c given miles' history with anger issues n violence + the fact that he's filthy rich, he didn't have very many friends in any of the schools he went to ( aside from maybe the boys n girls who were all over him ) so he's just gotten used to letting all his anger out on his drums

♡. super fucking touch starved because of this. but he's spent so much time without anybody but flora and their governesses ( who always seem to go missing ) that he's never really known how to interact with people, aside from either babying and doting on them or making fun of them

i remember when we first met, i could tell he was trying to be nice to me, he just didn't know how, so he ended up coming across as flirtatiously snarky? i thought it was his own spin on 'bad boy charm' but no it's genuinely his lack of social skills

♡. often uses spiders as a way to touch people because, again, he just doesn't know how to communicate the fact that he wants to hold me

the hair on my neck was rising, i couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me, and it didn't help that the study was quite cold as the sun was beginning to set

and then, i felt it. a pair of bony arms snaking their way around my waist. a soft "hey there sunshine" whispered into my ear

i didn't even flinch, instead relishing in the feeling for a moment, having grown used to the random displays of affection the weird boy would offer. "miles, what are you doing? i didn't even hear you coming"

silence fell upon us for a few seconds, i could've sworn he was pressing his face into my stomach, and.. his grip on me was getting tighter? before he pulled away, cheeky grin back on his face

"i just saved you from this little guy!" he announced proudly, lifting up his hand to show a small spider crawling along the back. i fought the urge to flinch away as i looked up at him "right, yeah, no. there was no spider on me"

his eyes got all wide and his lips formed a pout, that same look when he was trying to manipulate flora into playing along with his jokes "how would you know, silly, you had your face buried in that book!"

deciding to play along, despite both of us knowing that he had the spider in his pocket just for an excuse to snuggle up with me for a few seconds "i guess so, thanks miles"

♡. he's a huge lover of waffles. yes, exclusively waffles. it only ever will be waffles. will literally whine and cry if he gets pancakes for breakfast because "the syrup doesn't stick to it! it has no ridges, so it just slides off!" which is honestly super valid, i was shocked when he made that point during breakfast

♡. painfully obvious liar. either his excuse is complete bullshit or he cannot meet you in the eyes when he lies. it's honestly quite cute in circumstances like when he's telling me that my outfit looks weird and he just can't bring himself to make eye contact with me. he looks so kissable negl

♡. can i just say that miles is the best brother ever? well, maybe not the best best but, he's done so much for flora. he's never made fun of her for her fear of going out, is so super duper patient with her, is so nurturing and kind and overall just amazing to his sister

♡. miles is honestly a sweet sweet boy, according to the stuff that mrs. grose tells me. though, to be honest, she's not that much of a reliable resource, but i won't complain

she told me stories from before he was corrupted at the hands of quint. how he was terrified of spiders and horses, how he was always the one who made morning coffee for his parents, how his face would flush red and hide when someone so much as looked at him for a few seconds

♡. and y'know? sometimes, i still see that boy, in the moments when he shares his secret stargazing spot with me, in the moments when he hesitates before hopping on samson, in the moments when he makes me and flora hot chocolate on a cold rainy day. he's still in there

in conclusion, miles fairchild quit being stubborn and choose me i can fix you i swear /hj

tagging my girlies @msdiorlvr & @baby-ditzzy bc ik they're waiting on this

#⠀💭 ۫⠀love letters.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ 𓈒 #— nonnie ♡︎ #꒰⠀file : the turning⠀꒱ #star! #this was a result of many days of procrastination and brainrot #shifting #reality shifting #desired reality #shiftblr #miles fairchild #miles fairchild x reader #the turning #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #reality shift #mike wheeler #boris pavlikovsky

[harryfeatgaga]

bestie harry would hate your boyfriend SOOOOOOOO much😋 he gets so pissed off when your man doesn't worship the ground you walk on or treat you like you deserve and it especially makes him mad when you're being grumpy with him and he's all 🤨 WHAT is your problem 🤨 and finally you just snap "i haven't had an orgasm in weeks and literally everything is pissing me off okay?" and he's all "ohhhh so that's what it is 😌 i figured this little mood you're in might be related to your... boyfriend" and he says it like the word tastes bad in his mouth 😌 you roll your eyes and go to leave but he just grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him saying "uh uh, you brought it up so we're gonna talk about it" 😋 and you huff but he clearly wants to have a conversation 😋 he says "so you're not having sex anymore? does he have trouble getting it up? i bet he has trouble getting it up" and you smack his shoulder but then say "it's not that... we still do but it's not- I don't know it's just not...great for me" and he looks sooo smug saying "a bit of a two pump chump is he?" and you're blushing so hard bc... he's right 🤭 and he knows he's right so he says "I could help you out with that 😌" and you roll your eyes thinking he's joking but he says "I'm serious 😌 I'll get you off if you want me too" and at first you're like absolutely not but then... you start thinking about it 😋 a few days later your bf is on a business trip and you didn't want to stay home alone so you're hanging out at Harry's house and he's more than happy to have you 😋 one of the days he goes to the gym and he looks all delicious and sweaty when he comes home but he immediately goes to shower so you don't get to stare for long 😔 then when he's done he calls your name and you go to see what's wrong, he peeks his head out the door and says "i forgot i put the towels in the dryer, could you grab me one?" and you're like ofc so you go to give him one and when he opens the door a little wider you see his bare chest and it's nothing you haven't seen before but it's covered in water and looking extra scrumptious 😋 he definitely notices you looking but he doesn't say anything.... for now 😋

then later that night you're on the couch together watching a movie and a sex scene comes on, it's nothing too graphic but you've been worked up all day and it just does something to you 😋 he feels you shifting a little and doesn't mention it at first, but he's in the mood to tease you so he's staring at you instead of the movie and he says "you're blushing" and right away you say "I'm not" and he just laughs 😋 he says "I can feel how worked up you are and I'm not even touching you... my offer from the other day still stands 😌" and he doesn't expect you to say anything so it's quiet for a minute but then you grab the remote and pause the movie 😌 he turns to look at you and he's all 😁yes?😁 and you're like "what... what exactly do you mean?" and he scoots a little closer saying "I think you know 😌" and you're like "i need you to be specific" and he goes "okay... I'll do anything you want me to" and you're like "...anything?" and he's smiling sooo big 😁 he says "mhm...i know lots of ways to help someone who's stressed and needs to relax" and you're just staring at each other for a while 😋 finally you say "like what?" and he's all smug saying "well I could give you a massage, or book a spa appointment for you, could go on a little weekend trip to somewhere nice, or you know, I could eat you out" and you almost choke on your drink when he says that bc you knew he was going to say something like that but he just said it so casually 😋 he pats your back as you cough and finally you say "um, yeah all of those sound nice" and he's like well duh 🙄 but one in particular seems to have caught your attention 😋 and you're a little hesitant saying "i don't want to make things weird you know? like we're friends" and he says "nothing would change, we'd still be friends, I'm just helping you out" and he can tell you're a little unsure so he drops the subject... for now 😋

later that night you're getting ready to sleep (together as always 😋) and he's extra cuddly 😌 a few hours later you wake up after a 😋 very😋 nice dream about him and his leg is kind of pressed between your thighs so every time you move it's just 😋😋😋 you're trying to get comfortable but he feels you moving a little and that wakes him up, he's all "what's the matter love?" and you're all "nothing I'm fine" but he can tell that you're worked up and he knows why 😋 he says "oh really? you sure? seems like you're rubbing on my thigh there" and you blush so hard it huuuurts and you say "no..." but he grabs your chin to make you look at him in the dim lighting and he says "why don't you stop dancing around it, hm? i think we both know what you want" and you finally just give in and nod 😋 he's so cocky saying "finally admitting it then? that all you've wanted for weeks is for me to get you off?" and you nod again😋 he says "I'm so happy we've come to this agreement" and he flips you over so fast 😋 he's pushing the covers off and pulling down the sleep shorts you stole from him and he gets right to work kissing at your thighs 😋 then you think for a second so you're grabbing his hair to stop him and he lifts his head to look at you, you say "harry i want this so bad but- I haven't broken up with him, I still have a boyfriend" and he's quiet for a second then says "do you want to call him right now?" and you shake your head so fast bc there's no way you're interrupting this for that and he says "okay... you want me to break it off for you?" and your eyes go wide and you say no and he's like "okay... in that case I won't tell if you won't" with such a cheeky smile 😋 and honestly you're so over being treated like shit by that guy so you're like... okay cool 😋 and harry gets back to work 😋 he holds your hips down so you don't squirm too much and he's teasing you for how wet you are before he even does anything but you can't bring yourself to care 😋

you keep trying to push your hips closer so he'll give you what you want but he pulls away every time and goes back to kissing your tummy or thighs 😋 fiiiiinally he just goes for it and gives you a long lick and you're biting the pillow to keep quiet but he reaches up and yanks it out from under your head, throwing it off the bed and he makes eye contact with you to say "i better be hearing some noises up there" and he buries his head again 😋 you don't even try to keep quiet anymore especially when he's basically making out with your clit 😋 you're grabbing his hair and he has to hold you a little tighter to keep you still 😋 you're making such pretty noises especially when he reaches one hand down to slip inside and feel around for your g spot 😋 and you're honestly surprised by how close you are already 😋 youre squirming and you're not even sure if you're trying to get away from how intense it is or get closer but either way he's not stopping 😋 he's moaning against you and you can feel the vibrations and it makes you jump every time 😋 soon you're gasping that you're close and he doesn't respond in any way he just keeps his fingers and tongue working just how you like 😋 before long you're cumming on his face and hands and he works you through it, make sure you feel as good as possible until you're literally pushing him away bc it's too much 😋 you're breathing heavily barely conscious, then you turn your head to look at him and he makes eye contact while he sucks his fingers clean and you nearly pass out 😋 he gives you as long as you need to feel like a person again and then he's leaning in to kiss you 😋 it's your first kiss ever and somehow it's so much better with you still in the post orgasm glow 😋 after a minute you break away and glance down as his lap saying "want me to-" but he cuts you off and grabs your wandering hand saying "i already came in my pants" and you're like 😳 but he's completely unbothered saying "I've wanted to do this for so long it's really not a surprise that it did so much for me 😌" and you're like... okay then! and he gets up to get a cloth to clean you up 😌 as he's working on it he says "offer still stands, I'll break up with your little boyfriend for you" and you're nearly asleep but you say "maybe in the morning" and by the time he comes back from the bathroom you're asleep 😌 he gets in bed and tucks you in his arms murmuring "you're all mine now" and kisses your forehead before he's out too 😌

BITCH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKCJNJJNCBHUJCJNFJIFCNJIDKCN OH MY FUCKIGN GODDDFNCBHUJINBHJFJNBFHJIDCNJJDK?!!??!?!?! IM SPEEEECHLESSSDMCNJVFJIRJDFNJCJIDNEKL!?!???//

#harry concept #fave concept

[simping-invader]

PART 3~

So not going to lie there's probably a lot of inconsistency throughout the story just because I'm writing each part on a different day and I don't really read through the last part to remember the details I put in so some things are shoehorned in ignore those <3

ANYWAY

Onto part 3

Zims Pov:

Dib's actions make my head spin. does he know what he's doing to me? not to mention how he won't give me my own shirt back! And to make it worse he even has my pac! most confusingly why is he insisting to 'hang out' as he put it.  "You still haven't explained why you think you can just 'hang' around my base, Dib-stink" I huff, having to almost speed walk to keep up with him." Because I'm bored." dib only briefly looks back at me when he speaks, thankfully so. my mind won't get out of the gutter. "How is that my problem, go find some humans to bother. I have much better things to do!"

 hopefully we get to my base soon...these 'swim shorts' are clinging to my skin and driving me mad.  not to mention if Dib keeps being so...Whatever he is! I'll have a... bigger problem other than my antenna.  It's not helping that Dibs shorts are also clinging to his skin, and that on its own is making me feel all sorts of ways. Dib laughs a bit, snaping me out of my filthy thoughts. "Better things like what Zim? it's been years since you've done anything. you're just locked up in your base all the time doing nothing." How DARE this stupid human claim to know what I! ZIM have been doing! " I'll have you know I'm simply waiting for my tallest! soon enough I'll bet off this blasted rock and your EaRtH will be part of the great Irken empire!" I yell, much to my Suprise Dib stops in his track. good. maybe that stupid human is going to beg for Zim's forgiveness.

dibs pov:

Zim's confident proclamation catches me by surprise... there's no way he really believes they're still coming. i turn around, expecting to see some look of sarcasm, but instead Zim's body language actually matches his voice for once. Then smaller alien was glaring at me, his antenna Stright back, and looking sharp enough to stab me if he wanted to. I feel my face Morph from amusement to pity and shock. "You... Zim you actually think they're coming back?" Zims anger only seems to grow from my question, his glare now shooting daggers at me. " OF COURSE, THEY ARE" he yells at me, a real yell, for the first time in years. " My tallest are simply preparing the armada!" I take a step towards him "Zim...I've heard them... On my radio... they're not coming." Zim looks like he's ready to attack me as I get closer to him...Luckly, I have his Pac, so if he decides to lunge, he won't have any machinal advantage. not that he really needs one. I may tower over him Hight wise now, but I know his irken strength can still out match me. " Shut up! you know nothing!" he spits out, his words filled with venom. 

I can't help but sigh, the harsh sun beating down on us starting to annoy me. " Zim, I can prove it to you. when's the last time you even heard from them?"  Zim pauses, clearly having to think about it. " Well, when i last called them was at the Hiskool graduation. I reported that I had collated all the information we needed for the invasion and would stand by for their instructions." I just look at him. god he's fucking oblivious. " That was almost 5 years ago Zim. 5 years. Don't you think they would have at least updated you by now?" Zim's antennae drop down briefly, almost as if he's considering the truth, but they almost immediately shoot back to their angry position. "They're just busy!" His absolute stubborn obviousness' starts to piss me off, the heat not helping. "Zim oh my god. if you're so sure about that, why don't we call them. " Zim seems happy...Ish about that suggestion, his body language relaxing and his antenna going into a more neutral position. "Fine. let's go call them! then you'll see!" I can't help but roll my eyes as we start heading to his base once again. part of me want to laugh at him when his 'beloved tallest' confirm that they want nothing to do with him...the rest of me worries about how this will completely destroy him...

After not too long of a walk we reach his base. Zim wastes no time to push past me once we get inside, almost marching towards the tv.  "Computer!  call the tallest!" with his command, the tv switches from the random show Gir had left on, to a standing image of the irken symbol with 'calling the tallest' in bold letters across it. the line rings for far too long before it's finally picked up and the two leaders of irk appear on screen, immediately looking annoyed to see it was Zim who called. the red one smacked the purple one as Zim turns around to look at me with a ' i told you so' smirk. "What did I tell you about answering transmissions from earth!" red scolds, not even attempting to whisper. Zim doesn't seem to pick up on the clear annoyance towards him, that smirk still on his face.  "My tallest! it is Zim! I'm called to ask about plans for earth, when will i be taken off this soon to be part of our great empire!" I sit back on the couch as the red leader sighs in annoyance "never Zim." his words are short and his tone his blunt.  Zim spins around to face me with a cocky smirk" see Dib! I told you they-" his antennae drop down as his face shifts to one of shock. he slowly turns back to the screen, facing his uncaring leaders. "What?" he mumbles out, only getting two annoyed looks back " we're not coming. stop calling us. you're not an invader and we want nothing to do with that pathetic rock." reds voice was full of hate as he spoke, and with each word Zim seemed to shrivel into himself. "Congrats on at least growing some. " The purple one adds sarcastically. over the past 10ish years Zim has been on earth, he's only grown about 2 and a half feet, still leaving him rather short. both cracking up in laughter before the line is dropped.

My 'I told you so' suddenly self when Zim faces me once more, looking betrayed and crushed. "Zim..." I say softly, wanting to comfort him. "Get out" he utters, his gaze looking towards the floor. "Zim I'm sorry... i tried to war-" Zim cuts me off glaring up at me, his eyes filled with rage and hurt. " I said GET OUT! leave me alone!" my lips part as i go to speak but i decide against it, sighing as i get up, leaving his things on the couch before heading to the front door. before i leave i turn back to him "you know where to find me if you need anything..."  with that I leave, heading back towards my house, feeling guilty about shattering his illusion, even if reality needed to be brought to his attention.

3rd person pov:

A few days pass with neither boys hearing from, or seeing the other. After the reality check from the Tallest, Zim hasn't left his base, nor has he left his private quarters, allowing his s.i.r unit to run rampage around his base. After 5 days of not seeming Zim leave the house, Dib started to get more worried about the alien then he already was, and on the 6th day he decides to go see him. 

Dibs pov;

once again i was woken up before my alarm, my thoughts making it hard for me to sleep. its's been days since last saw Zim...I don't know how he'll react to seeing me, but i just...i need to make sure he's ok. i look out my window, seeing that the sun slowly raising across the Horrison, its golden light softly lighting up the sky. maybe an early morning walk can brighten Zim's mood... yeah...I'll do that. I nod to myself as i swing my legs off the bed before slowly getting up and stretching.  I throw on a random pair of blue jean shorts and a tank top before heading downstairs and out the door. I hope Zim won't attack me on sight... after a short 10-minute walk i find myself at his door, and with a bit of hesitation i knock. much to my surprise the door immediately opens.  when the door opens i can see the absolute mess that is currently Zim's base, and equally messy Gir smiling up at me " HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII." the state of the base makes me more worried for zims mental state. "Hey gir...where's zim?"

 i gently push the robot to the side, letting myself in. almost instantly my nose is assaulted with a combination of smells, almost none of them pleasant. " He's sleeping SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." i look around at the mess surrounding me " how...long has he been asleep?" Everything about this is..so concerning... " few days. he must be reaaally tired." days?? zim hasn't left his room in days???  I walk past gir, my feet moving on their own as i walk towards zims bedroom. Without knocking i open the door, slightly relieved to find the room clean. The room was completely dark aside from the slivers of sunlight filtering in through the window. in the middle of the room was a large, round green and pink bed. the walls were bare side from the now ripped up irken flags. zim was laying almost lifelessly on the bed, his back towards me.  his irken uniform was thrown onto the floor, and it looked like he was wearing some old gym shorts from skool. "zim..." i speak softly as i walk into the room, slowly approaching the bed. When i don't get a response i get closer. "Zim it's been days...are you ok."

ending this here because its long as shit <3-

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#invader_simp #invaderzim #zim #dib membrane #fanfic #zadr #lil bit of angst #fluff #iz fanfiction #invader zim zadr #zadr angst #sugestive #zadr fluff #zadr fanfiction

[kny-agere]

Could you do something like Caregiver Mitsuri and Little Obanai? no pressure btw!

I hope you like this!! Iguro isn’t my fav character so I’m not very good at writing him but I tried my best (´；ω；`)

TW for mention of poor eating habits/feeding

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“C’mon baby boy, please take a bite for me.” Mitsuri had already taken so long coaxing him to unwind the bandages and now Obani wouldn’t even open his mouth. She supposed that him agreeing to let her try this in the first place was an important step, but her failure to feed him successfully was weighing on her shoulders.

Iguro just sat in her arms and continued to whine. He felt uncomfortable with his mouth exposed and kept hiding it within her arms.

“See it’s yummy!” She pops a strawberry in her mouth, chewing it slowly.

He just sends another gentle glare her way. “Not hungry.”

“Oh but you have to eat! I bet even Kaburamaru-san wants a bite.” She waves another slice of fruit in the air. The snake takes it in a gentle hold and angles it towards the boys cheek. “Does it smell good?”

A smudge of red covers the boy’s face as he turns his nose at it. After a brief pause he nods hesitantly.

“Why don’t we give it a little lick? You can pretend it’s ice cream!” Kanroji is sure Iguro will hide his face again but he after a few long minutes his tongue pokes out to barely connect with the strawberry. He jerks back after as if he’s been shocked, but seems fine in actuality.

With a wide smile she cups his face. “How did it taste?” Her fingers wipe up the smudges on his cheeks.

Iguro looks away. His face morphs into something serious as he considers the question. “Um, tastes like candy.”

“In a good way or bad one?” She’s seen the way the man grimaces at the exaggerated smell of fried dough or pure glazed sugar.

“…good, tastes fresh.” And without being prompted he takes the slice from Kaburamaru’s mouth and holds it between his own lips. Kanroji tries not to frown at the perceived unsanitariness of the action. The snake is well cared for and his mouth is probably just as clean as her own. What’s more important is the fact that he eats it. She’d be grateful even if he had picked it up from a filthy floor to consume after.

Iguro eats it slowly. At first he just holds it in his mouth. When he begins to chew the boy had to hide his face again. There’s a small tremble to his hands tucked between their bodies.

Mitsuri tries not to make her excitement too obvious. She’s worried that if she gets loud he’ll be embarrassed and change his mind.

So while he eats (very very slowly) Kanroji rocks him and hums gently under her breath. Even once he swallows the girl doesn’t cheer quite yet. “Do you think you can do another?”

This time he takes the strawberry straight from her hands. Although it’s a tedious process she coaxes him to eat nearly half the bowl. It’s only after Iguro starts to refuse to eat again that she praises his earlier actions.

“Such a good boy! Did you wats lots of yummy strawberries?” She grabs a cloth to wipe the corners of his lips with. The sticky juice of the fruit sinks into the tight corners of his scars. In proper motherly fashion she licks her thumb and rubs more aggressively. Obanai lets out a disgruntled whine but doesn’t pull away.

“It was… good. Thank’ou,” He admits hesitantly. The boy is constantly nervous even under her warm gaze. He plucks one more berry from the remainders in the bowl. “You eat some too.” Iguro waves the food in front of her face.

She takes a bite happily. Though Iguro himself is done eating he enjoys feeding her. And Mitsuri just enjoys being with her baby.

#age regression #age regressor #fandom agere #sfw agere #demon slayer #kny #agere requests #cglre #cg!mitsuri #little!iguro #mitsuri kanroji #kny iguro #obanai iguro

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Pulling on the Strings of Destiny: Act 2 Chapter 14

Summary: Four days pass for Japan, and everyone is on edge.  They wonder, and wait. What will happen next for them? Will Midoriya  keep rising? What sort of things would she face. They all turned towards  the screens, wondering. None more so then the future class 1-A, more so  as they get a glimpse into their first sports festival, first  internship and their final exams. Watch as Midoriya’s future continues  to unfold, as she learns more about her family, society and herself.

Warnings: References to underage pregnancy and the assualt of a minor. References to child harm. Toga Himiko to, she is her own warning.

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 Eri watched closely as Rappa grinned at the screen. “Man, I'd love to fight those kids! Wait till Midoriya gets her Quirk, and she's gonna be on fire!”

 “That's if the Boss lets her,” Chronostasis told his fellow criminal. Eri kept her gasp quiet as she followed the two back to her room.

 “No way? He wouldn't let her?” Rappa asked. “What does he want to kidnap her and keep her here like a pet or something? That's… Creepy.” he frowned. “I want to fight him, not deal with… that.”

 “He wouldn't touch her unless she gives permission,” the other villain said in offence. 

 “Still fucking creepy as hell,” Rappa said. He was so focused on the conversation it took only a second for Eri to spot his keys half out of his pocket. She hesitated, looking up at the other two as they gossiped before reaching out and grabbing the keys. She hid them against her stomach, walking hunched over. 

 Now, she just needed to wait. The scientists working on her had made Overhaul angry enough to kill them, so they needed new ones, hence why she was being escorted to her room again. It would take time to find new people. She could use that. 

 She would get out. She'd be brave like Limitless. She could do it; she knew she could.

 The screen started as the little girl planned.

  The screen opens on Midoriya as she walks back to the student seating. When she reaches it, she pauses.

 “Did Uraraka and Iida go down to the waiting rooms?” she asks.

 “They did,” Yaoyorozu says, smiling at the girl who smiles back. Tomoe hums as she plays with her bunny, Midoriya moving to sit down. “Who do you think will win this match?”

 “It depends. Uraraka might not have a lot of combat experience, but Kirishima tends to be a hot head,” Midoriya tells Yaoyorozu. “Or well…” the green-haired girl pauses, looking thoughtful. “That’s not the right phrase.”

 “He’s over-eager,” Ojiro suggests. “I wouldn’t call him dumb or anything, but he’s not the type to think about the long term.”

 “Exactly,” Midoriya says. “So it’ll depend. Does he get over eager, rush her and let her touch him- thereby letting her throw him out of bounds? Or does he not.”

 “…So, I’m saying yes.” Kaminari voices. “Anyone want to bet?”

 “Hey!” Kirishima said. “I… might not?” he frowned as Ochako looked at him, waiting to hear what he'd do. She had already sat down with a laptop to start her lessons, Iida right next to her with an earbud in to listen to lectures. 

 “Kirishima, I think you might. Or can you think of any way you two hand-to-hand combat users wouldn’t directly face-off?” Sato pointed out. 

 “… damn it,” Kirishima said with a sigh. “Yeah, I'm gonna lose.”

 “Jamming-whey, no one wants to bet on that,” Jirou rolls her eyes, shaking her head. Kaminari laughs in response.

 “Damn, could have made easy money,” Kaminari says.

 “Hey, he might not!” Ashido defends her friend.

 “Like I said, it depends. It also depends on Uraraka being able to move quickly enough to tap him.” Midoriya says.

 “…RIP Kiri.” Ashido sighs just as the screen moves to the field. Kirishima and Uraraka face-off, both grinning.

 “In one corner! We have the Rocky Boy Kirishima Eijiro from 1A! This rockstar is ready to rock on! Right on this ro-“ Mic begins before he is interrupted.

 “Say rock ONE more time.”

 “You’re so mean, Shou!” Hizashi complained as he juggled Tomoe, who’d decided she wanted to be in his arms to poke at his shoulders. 

 “You’re the one who married me,” Shouta replied.

 Elsewhere, a little girl put her ear to the thin wall. Thin because Overhaul wanted to be able to listen in if needed. Footsteps were heading down the hall. She counted them quietly before pulling away. 

 Eri didn’t understand time too well, but she knew enough to be able to tell when was the best time to escape. She also knew footsteps. That had been Katsukame; his steps were always loud. 

 That meant Sakaki would be next, given he always came around after. He would be drunk as always. He’d also do it way too fast without checking on her. 

 So… it was time. Eri quietly opened the door to her room after counting to a hundred after the heavy steps.

 She was going to be like Limitless.

 “Fine, you funsucker. In the second corner, we have Uraraka Ochako, also from 1A! She’s fast, she’s strong, and she can steal your gravity to send you to SPACE!” Mic finishes.

 “Hope you don’t mind me winning!” Kirishima chirps. Uraraka grins ferally back.

 “Hope you don’t mind me doing so!” she teases.

 “Ready?” Mic calls out over the intercom. “BEGIN!” Midnight cracks her whip at his words. Kirishima hardens his body and rushes at Uraraka, who holds her ground right until he’s close. Then she moves out of the way, reaching out to tap his arm.

 “Wh-what?!” Kirishima yelps, eyes wide as he lifts into the air. He flails in the air, letting Uraraka grab onto his leg and spin, flinging the weightless boy out of the ring. The shock on Kirishima’s face when Midnight cracks her whip again is obvious.

 “Kirishima is out of the ring!” she calls.

 “...okay that is EMBARRASSING,” Eijro groaned as the rest of the class laughed, shaking their heads. It was swift, but honestly, it was also incredibly funny to them.

 The sentiment was shared around Japan, with people laughing and shaking their heads in amusement. Wow, that was fast. 

 “And he knew what her Quirk was!” Native laughed. He was patrolling with Tensei again, the two deciding to spend time together due to the focus on Tenya. Already, Tensei kept being bugged about his brother; some of the people who were asking were girls around his brother’s age. A few boys, too. It usually would amuse Tensei, but it was rapidly becoming a pain in the ass to deal with. 

 “Overconfidence. Better it happens now than the future,” Tensei pointed out. 

 “Still, kind of ridiculous.” Native chuckled. 

 “I’m not denying it,” Tensei agreed. His phone rang, and he checked it, shoulders stiffening.

ID: Hey, Engine Boy, I got a ping about something. Can I call?

 “Who is it?” Native asked, noticing it was his work phone. Tensei hesitated before speaking as he replied.

 “ID.” He told the other as he texted he would call later.

 “No shit? Aren’t they supposed to be in Atlantis?” Native asked in surprise.

 “They were last week… I didn’t know you talked to them,” Tensei said cautiously. Native shrugged.

 “They were one of the people who openly mocked idiots commenting about me. Of course, I chat. They’re pretty wound up in the Court, aren’t they?” 

 “I think so. I heard their contract is running out…” Tensei said. Native hummed.

 “It would be nice to have them back in Japan.”

 “...Yeah, it would.”

 “Wow, another short one?!” Mic asks over the speakers. The screen goes to show the two teachers in the announcer’s booth. “What are you teaching these kids, Eraserhead?”

 “It’s bad matchups all around,” Aizawa sighs. “With Uraraka and Kirishima, both are hand-to-hand Quirk users; however, Uraraka has the advantage of being able to quickly change any fight in her favour if she can get a hand on her opponent. Kirishima, when paired with that, lost because his Quirk gives him an advantage in hand-to-hand that is lesser than Uraraka’s.”

 “So Kirishima got overconfident?” Mic asks.

 “He did, which isn’t a surprise. Most young heroes get overconfident easily- Kirishima is just one of many. At least he learned it here rather than in battle,” Aizawa says as the camera goes to the field where Uraraka has released Kirishima, so he stands on the ground. He looks shocked, almost lost, even as he stands there. Then Uraraka runs over.

“So I should probably focus on working on that,” Eijiro said with a wince. 

 “Hey, it’s a common thing.” Midnight told him. “You just need to work on it more, and it’s not that hard to adjust! Trust me, I got a hundred stories of myself, Aizawa, Mic and a few others… including your brother.” She winked at Iida, who grinned the smile that came from having heard a few and wanting more.

 Well, now Eijiro was interested.

 “Kirishima, are you okay?” she asks him. He turns to her, a grin slowly crossing his face.

 “Yeah! Man, that was so… MANLY Uraraka!” he pumps a fist into the air. “So cool! You just… wow.” He then laughs. “Wow, I need to think more, don’t I?”

 “Maybe,” Uraraka laughs back. The two classmates share smiles and walk off the field together to thunderous applause from the crowd right before the screen returns to the rest of 1A.

 “Wow, that was shorter than I thought,” Ashido says.

 “Kirishima got over excited and reacted,” Midoriya says. “Honestly- I think no matter what, Uraraka would have won unless he dislocated her fingers and forced her to be unable to use all five.”  The class stares at her, including a fuming Bakugou, who looks incredulous. “What?”

 “... that is terrifying but really cool,” Ochako said to Iida, who nodded.

 “It is, and something you should remember.” He told her. “More so since now, it’s a weakness others will know of.”

 “Hell, forgot about that,” Ochako muttered. As it was, villains were making note of it. The three people who caused this whole thing were handy in allowing them to get a headstart on the next generation of heroes.

 “Why did you think of that?” Kaminari asks her. Midoriya hesitates and then sighs.

 “Bullies at my school liked to use their Quirks. I would dream up ways to disable said Quirks.” Midoriya explains. “I got used to it, and I kept thinking of ways to disable Quirks ever since.”

 “I knew you could, like, figure out ways to make Quirks better, but not this…” Kaminari looks at her in surprise. “In all seriousness, tell me about it 'cause I’d like to know my weaknesses, but later,” Kaminari says.

 “She just needs to get you into idiot mode,” Jirou mocks. “Then you’re a sitting duck.”

 “That why you kicked me into a bunch of villains?” Kaminari snaps back, sounding annoyed.

 “I forgot about that!” 

 “Oh god, right. That girl did not think it through.”

 “More like she was trying to kill him!” 

 Eri heard the voices from a room, the goons of Overhaul. She quietly crept past the door, head down. She just needed to keep moving, keep going. 

 She could do it, she could. 

 “WHAT?!” Ashido says, along with most of the class. Kaminari looks surprised as Jirou’s eyes widen.

 “Wait, she didn’t tell you guys?” he asks them. Yaoyorozu also looks surprised.

 “No! What the hell, Jirou?” Ashido asks the punk girl, who scoffs.

 “He didn’t go idiot then,” she protests.

 “A villain threatened him while in ‘idiot mode’ though,” Yaoyorozu speaks up. Jirou looks at her in betrayal. Yaoyorozu shrugs. “I’m not going to lie for you. I thought you told them.”

 “Why would she?” Mina asked Yaomomo as Jirou slunk down in her chair. “It paints her in a very bad light.”

 “I am unsure. Possibly, I thought she had some moral fibre and would admit to it,” Yaomomo said, her voice upset. With Jirou or herself for making yet another mistake, the elegant teen didn’t know. 

 “Guys, let’s not all jump on her,” Kaminari says.

 “Course not; she has a damn point, Pikachu.” Bakugou sneers. “You need to get better fast.” Jirou’s face goes pale, and she stands up.

 “I think I need to puke.” She leaves without another word as Sero scoffs.

 “Oh god,” Kyoka said. “I… oh god-” 

 “You aren’t like him!” Kaminari said instantly. He looked at her firmly. “Yeah, you’re a bitch sometimes, but you are not as bad as he is.” Kyoka looked at him with wide eyes. 

 “How come I only realized it now when I am being compared to someone I don’t like?” the teenager asks him. He opens his mouth, and Jirou turns away. 

 It was selfish; it was disgusting, really. She was being forced to acknowledge her actions when a bully said he agreed with her. When a bully probably would have done the same thing as she did. 

 What kind of person did that?

 Oh god, she was still making it all about herself, wasn’t she?

 “The resident asshole agreeing with her showed her how bad her choices were,” he says before wincing.

 “FUCK OFF TAPE FACE!” 

 “KATSUKI!”

 “Tomoe’s heard that one, sadly,” Midoriya tells him. “She knows they’re big words, though.”

 “Ass-ole.” Tomoe says. The entire class bursts out laughing as Midoriya sighs.

 The silliness of the comment had people laughing after witnessing the emotions of Jirou, people giggling, and parents nodding their heads at Midoriya’s pain.

 One girl ignored it as she crept away. At least until she found herself facing a maid. Eri stared at the woman, horrified. Her shoulders tensed, and the keys in her hands hurt as she clenched them.

 “... Three more hallways,” the woman said to Eri. “Fatgum, a hero, his agency is about ten blocks away. Chisaki and the others are having a large lunch. You can make it.” The woman walked away. 

 Eri didn’t waste her chance.

 The screen returns to the field where Iida and the white-haired boy from Monoma’s team face off.

 “In our next match, we have Iida Tenya from class 1-A! He’s fast, skilled and loves his rules! Due to a withdrawal, his opponent is Shihai Kuroiro! He’s dark, moody and faster than shadows!” Present Mic announces over the intercom. Iida bows to the other boy, who mimics it. Neither say anything as they wait.

 Kuroiro frowned. Why would he agree to take the spot? His Quirk was incredibly unsuited for that. Did the other boy insist?

 “START!” Midnight shouts. Iida speeds towards the other boy, who lets it happen. Iida moves faster, shoving the boy out of bounds swiftly. “…Iida winner?”

 “Apologies for the short match,” Shihai tells the other boy. “However, my Quirk is one I am still working on, as well as the fact there was no way for me to use it.”

 “It’s fine,” Iida says but stops. “So this was a bad match-up no matter who you fight?”

 “My Quirk allows me to merge with dark things, such as shadows or colours,” Shihai explains. The screen pauses on him.

 “Shihai Kuroiro!” Present Mic’s voice announces. “Quirk: Black! He can merge with any dark enough thing and be completely hidden! He’s also a huge fan of the occult and horror.” The screen goes back to them speaking.

 “Huh, that’s an interesting Quirk,” Izumi said as she heaved up a microwave. He could have tried harder, maybe learned fighting skills or something. But it was still a cool Quirk.

 Elsewhere, Eri unlocked the door to the outside, slipping out of the base. She stepped out into the fresh air, shaking. Is this how Limitless felt? When the man who hurt her left? The girl wondered before she shook her head. 

 She had to move. 

 The girl took off, unaware of the fact the maid she met had gone to the security station to look at the cameras. No one was there, the thug who was supposed to be there off somewhere. It took a minute to destroy the footage. 

 Anything to give the kid more time. Kuira Nakami wasn’t that good of a person. A life with a Quirk like Razor Touch made it hard. She’d always been angry at how people treated her and hated how some of the more idiotic heroes preached redemption for villains. The villain who hurt her deserved death, not being let out on parole. 

 How it got her under Overhaul’s reach was simple. She heard he wanted to destroy Quirks and dreamed of him destroying her villain’s. Being a maid was not what she wanted, but the man’s sexism was legendary. She’d hoped to prove herself. Then she met Eri.

 And she couldn’t do it. 

 Watching as the videos were deleted, she closed her eyes. She didn’t have hope for a future.

 But she would pray one last time.

 “I am not skilled enough to move through them as my mother is. She is able to vanish into her shadow and appear in another. A talent she told me took time to hone.” Shihai says calmly. “I am not as fast as you to dodge, and I know that.”  The white-haired teen shrugs.

 “I see,” Iida frowns. “This entire event seems more suited for people like me. I knew it previously, but this strengthens the idea.”

 “It’s chance,” the other teen disagrees. “There could have been something more suited for me in another situation you were ill-suited for.”

 “Yeah, but he didn’t even try,” Izumi said as she walked up to the top of the beach to toss the junk into the pile. Shouta made a noise, wordlessly asking her to continue. “It’s one thing to not be suited, but he didn’t do anything. He seemed so… defeatist there. Like it was a foregone conclusion he’d lose.”

 “Not the kind of attitude we like in UA, I won’t lie,” Shouta admitted. “But he did get in with robots.”

 “Which is more frustrating. Sure, there were more shadows there, but why not even try here? How can you just give up like that? It’s ridiculous!” Izumi said. She threw her arms up. “You have to try. He could have trained more to; learn how to throw a punch.”

 “We can work with that in UA,” Shouta said. “But I agree, he should have worked harder.”

 “How did he get in when Shinsou didn’t?” Izumi wondered.

 “He was better in the exams,” Shouta said. “After all, he could probably sink into the colour or shadows on them.”

 “It feels so dumb,” Izumi sighed. “He could have tried!”

 ���He could have. Yet you seem more frustrated than you normally are about this.” Eraserhead said. Izumi didn't answer for a second before she sighed.

 “I think I'm just frustrated. Everything going on is just… so much. Mom, Dad, Endeavour… I kinda want to complain to complain.” she admitted.

 “Well, that makes sense. How about you think of how you want to argue your point and create an essay about it while working? You're here until one anyway, then it's lunch, and you're going to UA for classes.” Shouta said.

 “Alright… thanks Shouta. That'll help,” Izumi smiled at the man, who nodded back.

 It would be a good way for her to think better.

 “What do you think of that Eraser?” Mic’s voice asks as the two teens walk off, still speaking.

 “Shihai isn’t wrong, but he made a fatal mistake in not even trying. Attempting to dodge and becoming one with Iida’s shadow could have enabled him to win the match,” Aizawa says as the screen shows the announcer’s booth.

 “So you think he could have won?” Mic asks.

 “If he’d thought about it. He’s a first-year,” Aizawa says. “He’s got time to think about it, but a lot of times, Quirks won’t work in ways we wish.”

 Back in the stands, Midoriya nods along with the words. “People are really reliant on Quirks.”

 “So you think there were other ways he could fight?” Ojiro asks her.

Kuroiro frowned at the screen. He might rely on his Quirk a lot, but going up against someone like Iida with his super speed wasn't easy.

 “Hmm… he’s kinda skinny, and Iida is built like a tank, so I’m not sure. But he could have tried something.” Midoriya says. “He should work on his muscles more than his Quirk usage. Though I wonder how he can hone his Quirk…”

 “You’re right,” a new voice says. Monoma pokes his head over the barrier between their classes. “While I do think he can learn to use his Quirk better, muscle mass can only help in the long run with holding down criminals or even preventing things like this from happening from his mass.”

 “Exactly!” Midoriya nods. “As well, some Quirks do get better if the user is working out alongside training it. Mine did, and I believe that Iida noticed his Quirk strengthening as he trained both.”

 “Precisely,” Monoma says eagerly. Both Quirk nerds began to talk more as the rest of 1A looked at them with wide eyes. The screen shows Kaminari has made his way to the field for his match and is facing off against Shinsou.

 “… I am an idiot,” Kuroiro sighed. He would go to the gym later to buff up. He truly needed it. He would take the advice given. Perhaps one day, he could travel fully through shadow.

 Itsuka in her school sucked her teeth. She didn't like how Monoma was supposed to be a pest but seemed nice to Midoriya. He had to be hiding something. Her instincts on idiotic boys were always right. Look at her mom’s boyfriends! Itsuka always knew they were no good and had never been proven wrong yet!

 Her point would be proven, and people would stop saying she had anger issues! She knew it! 

 “For the final round, we have from class 1A the electric taser, the man who cannot be stopped, KAMINARI DENKI!” Present Mic cries. “And in the other corner, we have the dark horse, the General Education student who needs a nap, SHINSOU HITOSHI!”

 “Sup man,” Kaminari says to the purple teen, who nods back, smirking a little. “No hard feelings when I kick your ass?”

 “No hard feelings when I kick yours?” Shinsou asks, and Kaminari laughs, shrugging.

 “Now you two, have a nice, CLEAN match,” Midnight tells them. Shinsou snorts. “BEGIN!” the teacher cries out, and Shinsou opens his mouth.

 “WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY!” the purple teen sings. Kaminari, gearing up his Quirk, pauses.

 “Huh,” Hitoshi said. He sat down in his classroom, ignoring the looks of his classmates. A few were happy for him, but most were giving him the side eye. Assholes. “That’s an old one.”

 But it distracted Kaminari!

 In UA, Denki sighed. Jirou was frozen, not looking at anyone and lost in her mind. And then he lost just like that.

 Damnit, that wasn't fair at all. 

 “What-“ his eyes become unfocused, and he freezes in place.

 “Walk out of bounds,” Shinsou orders and Kaminari obeys.

 “… Okay, this first round was not as exciting as we all hoped, but the winner is SHINSOU HITOSHI!” Present Mic declares. Shinsou smiles, a happy glint in his eyes as the screen moves to show Midoirya clapping her hands.

 “He did it!”

 “Hito?” Tomoe asks before smiling herself. “Mama, Hito!”

 “What to go see him and congratulate him, baby?” Midoriya asks as she stands. “Me and Tokoyami are fighting next, so we can see him before then.” She waves at the others and leaves, passing by Iida. She smiles at her friend, who returns it softly.

 Eri walked through the city, trying not to run and draw attention. She needed to get to Fatgum. She didn't know what he looked like, but she remembered Overhaul complaining about something like ‘fat is unhealthy, and Quirks pervert us by letting us accept a….’ Something? She didn't remember. 

 But she knew the guy had to be big. 

 Leaving the stands, the screen follows her through the halls. Tomoe is in her arms, looking around curiously. As they turn down one hallway, they run into Endeavour, who looks at her in surprise.

 “Oh,” Midoriya says, seeing him. Her arms clutch her daughter tightly. Tomoe makes a noise, looking at Endeavour with wide eyes.

 “Ah, it is you,” Endeavour says. He looks at her curiously. “This is your daughter?”

 “Yes, and you stay THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!” Izumi shouted at the screen. The sentiment was firmly shared around Japan, with people glaring at the screen.

 “Yes,” Midoriya says simply. Endeavour doesn’t seem to care, nodding.

 “You’re quite strong. I have no doubts that you will end up facing my son. Try and give him a good fight,” the man says. Midoriya gives only a single nod. She attempts to move on, but Endeavour continues. “Your Quirk is a lot like All Might’s. It is quite fascinating.”

 “I suppose it is,” Midoriya says calmly. “He is a good teacher for me.”

 “We’ll see whose training wins out then,” Endeavour says. "It's my Shouto's duty to surpass All Might as the number one hero. And his match with you will be a good testing ground for how much training he has left. So hit him hard. Don't disgrace yourself or him by holding back.”

 “Oh, go fuck yourself,” muttered Z, the mercenary checking her phone for jobs. She had fun with Dabi. Man might need to take it slow the old-fashioned way, but his mouth game was on point. But she needed money. 

 Maybe she’d get lucky, and someone would hire to put a bullet in Endeavour. Abusive dads were her favourite thing to kill. She liked to picture her dipshit father as them. Her most cherished kill to date had been him, and maybe taking down Endeavour would give her the same thrill. 

 Midoriya stiffens. The screen moves to show her and Todoroki speaking to each other.

 " My father has not only a rich history of accomplishments but plenty of money to throw at his problems. He bribed my mother's relatives to get his hands on her quirk.” Todoroki says darkly. “And now he's raising me to usurp All Might.”

 The screen goes back to Midoriya and Endeavour.

 “Sir, do you know who All Might’s father is?” she asks randomly. The man frowns.

 “Ha!” Toshinori chuckled. He knew exactly where this was going. 

 “What?”

 “It’s a trick question,” Midoriya muses. “All Might is an orphan, after all. So let’s go to Ryuuko. Who is her father? He was a hero, too, wasn’t he?” Midoriya watches Endeavour, who looks confused. “I’m not All Might. And Todoroki isn’t you, sir. Both of you have left marks on both of us. But the thing is…” she pauses, frowning. “The thing is that while people will leave marks in history if their children become greater, they will be but a footnote.” She sniffs. “Food for thought.” She leaves behind the number two hero, who doesn’t move an inch before the screen goes black.

  As the timer began to tick down, people howled their heads off at the epic burn Midoriya gave the hero. That was amazing! Hilarious and perfect in every single way! Plus, it was true no one knew who fathered All Might. Or Endeavour, for that matter.

 In his office, the flame hero threw aside his Ben, the flames on him burning bright. That snot-nosed brat! How dare she say that to him! Shouto was nothing without Enji! The boy was a tool, a lump of clay that needed diligent shaping to become a hero! Enji did the job of an artist to create him! He had gone to multiple lengths to have Shouto! His name would go down in history as the head of a legacy!

 Or… would it be Shouto’s name…

 No, it would be the Todoroki name. Enji’s name. It would reign supreme in history, especially when the only person to match his son would marry him. Perhaps One for All would be passed through his bloodline now… yes perfect. 

 The legacy would thrive.

 As the hero thought and plotted, Eri stumbled down a new street. She paused upon spotting a huge person dressed in a yellow hoodie next to a nervous-looking guy in white.

 “Come on, Suneater!” The hero (cause it had to be a hero) said to the guy in white. “With Nighteye down patrollers, our area expanded!”

 “S-sorry Fatgum. I’m just nervous, you know?” Said the other.

 Fatgum.

 Eri ran towards them, and the hero spotted her. His face became startled, horrified and then concerned. He dropped to one knee as she approached. 

 “Hello,” he said softly. 

 “Hi,” Eri breathed. She looked up at him. “I… I ran away.” 

 “I see. Can you tell me who you ran from?” The hero asked kindly.

 “Overhaul…” Eri said. The hero blinked and then nodded firmly.

 “Well then, kid, I’m Fatgum. Let’s go to my agency so I can get you some food, okay?” He asked. Eri nodded and let Fatgum pick her up. 

 He was so gentle. He was kind… he…

 “I saved myself like Limitless,” Eri said. “And found my own hero.” She looked at Fatgum with wide eyes. The man blinked before chuckling.

 “You did, kid! Hell, I’m even blonde like All Might!” He told her. Eri beamed and leaned her head on his shoulder.

 She did it. The tears began to prickle at her eyes, and she sniffed, unable to stop it.

 She did it! She really did it! She was free!

 For the first time in a long time, Eri cried happy tears as Fatgum carried her to safety. 

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Notes:

-Sorry, but I'm on a soap box again: for those who saw chapter 14 before, it was an AN complaining about commenters continuing to step over my boundaries to comment about Kendo. I have stated before I delete them, and they're annoying. I was admittedly a little pissy in my wording, but it's getting to a point where I want to force people to take an internet etiquette quiz or something.  Someone decided to comment on the chapter, basically scolding me for not, in fact, listening to the others, saying there are two sides, followed by going on about how me focusing on Kendo’s bad habits and making them worse but giving her a redemption later actually is a bad thing. I deleted that, to as I said, I was done. It also personally felt like an attack on my person and not an actual comment on the story as is, so why keep it up?

 They proceeded to go to my tumblr and comment that they saw I deleted it, and thus they know I can't take criticism, and I'm petty. I'll give the second, but I don't see how my getting upset people continue to STOMP on boundaries I set is me not taking criticism after I've said multiple times not to comment about that stuff. Plus, I think it's disturbing and weird they decided to go to my tumblr and comment about it like that. Like… are you that entitled you need the last word? Do you think your words are that important? Incredibly creepy, dude. I have turned anon off on my tumblr, and while I haven't set up moderated comments here, that's only because, frankly, I don't have the spoons to deal with that. 

 I will say this: you're not wise, unique or cool commenting, complaining about characterization or insisting I see both sides on a fanfic. You're just an entitled jackass, more so when you feel the need to go to my tumblr and comment. This isn't a place for debate. Want to debate? Then yes, go to my tumblr. Please don’t go there to whine that I deleted your comment. Any sort of high ground you had (if you had ANY) instantly was lost and you became revealed to just be an entitled jerk.

 There I am DONE TALKING ABOUT THIS.

-Also, the poll is not to decide if there will be poly. It's me asking if people would be upset if I went back on my word about no poly. The flow of the story is going where it will, and romance will always be secondary. I'm just a sucker for it, so I do think about it. 

-Eri kind of jumped at me, demanding I save her. And since this chapter was short anyway… here we are!

-In straight hand-to-hand, Kirishima wins. But we know from the final exams that the poor boy doesn’t really think things through. So he got too close to Uraraka and, boom, he lost. Someone actually said we weren’t going to see the Bakugou vs. Uraraka fight, and all I could think was: Yeah, we are. It’ll be the second round? So here for that person: we still see it!

-The Jirou scene… I dunno. I think it does show that she is also realizing she’s fucking up in the future. She’s also heavily aware Bakugou used to be a bully, and to know he agrees with some of her thoughts? YIKES to her.

-Okay, so ID was on an undercover mission as said in chapter 10, but has been removed from it because of what is going on right now. They wanted them on the case to find the villains responsible. Of course with two versions existing they keep getting conflicting information. (Another Court member has taken over the mission). Mostly I wanted ID around cause… reasons that will be shown in the chapter before the next intermission.  

-no-moku gave us Nakami!

-CONFRONTATION TIME. This was a lot of fun to think about, but here we go!! Izumi gets to put the smackdown on Endeavour!!

-ERI IS SAVED! She did it! With, you know, help from a maid who destroyed some footage and gave her directions. But she made it! She found her All Might and saved herself!

#bha #bnha au #pulling on the strings of destiny #boku no hero academia #fem izuku #female midroiya izuku

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part 82

bestie harry would hate your boyfriend SOOOOOOOO much😋 he gets so pissed off when your man doesn't worship the ground you walk on or treat you like you deserve and it especially makes him mad when you're being grumpy with him and he's all 🤨 WHAT is your problem 🤨 and finally you just snap "i haven't had an orgasm in weeks and literally everything is pissing me off okay?" and he's all "ohhhh so that's what it is 😌 i figured this little mood you're in might be related to your... boyfriend" and he says it like the word tastes bad in his mouth 😌 you roll your eyes and go to leave but he just grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him saying "uh uh, you brought it up so we're gonna talk about it" 😋 and you huff but he clearly wants to have a conversation 😋 he says "so you're not having sex anymore? does he have trouble getting it up? i bet he has trouble getting it up" and you smack his shoulder but then say "it's not that... we still do but it's not- I don't know it's just not...great for me" and he looks sooo smug saying "a bit of a two pump chump is he?" and you're blushing so hard bc... he's right 🤭 and he knows he's right so he says "I could help you out with that 😌" and you roll your eyes thinking he's joking but he says "I'm serious 😌 I'll get you off if you want me too" and at first you're like absolutely not but then... you start thinking about it 😋 a few days later your bf is on a business trip and you didn't want to stay home alone so you're hanging out at Harry's house and he's more than happy to have you 😋 one of the days he goes to the gym and he looks all delicious and sweaty when he comes home but he immediately goes to shower so you don't get to stare for long 😔 then when he's done he calls your name and you go to see what's wrong, he peeks his head out the door and says "i forgot i put the towels in the dryer, could you grab me one?" and you're like ofc so you go to give him one and when he opens the door a little wider you see his bare chest and it's nothing you haven't seen before but it's covered in water and looking extra scrumptious 😋 he definitely notices you looking but he doesn't say anything.... for now 😋 then later that night you're on the couch together watching a movie and a sex scene comes on, it's nothing too graphic but you've been worked up all day and it just does something to you 😋

he feels you shifting a little and doesn't mention it at first, but he's in the mood to tease you so he's staring at you instead of the movie and he says "you're blushing" and right away you say "I'm not" and he just laughs 😋 he says "I can feel how worked up you are and I'm not even touching you... my offer from the other day still stands 😌" and he doesn't expect you to say anything so it's quiet for a minute but then you grab the remote and pause the movie 😌 he turns to look at you and he's all 😁yes?😁 and you're like "what... what exactly do you mean?" and he scoots a little closer saying "I think you know 😌" and you're like "i need you to be specific" and he goes "okay... I'll do anything you want me to" and you're like "...anything?" and he's smiling sooo big 😁 he says "mhm...i know lots of ways to help someone who's stressed and needs to relax" and you're just staring at each other for a while 😋 finally you say "like what?" and he's all smug saying "well I could give you a massage, or book a spa appointment for you, could go on a little weekend trip to somewhere nice, or you know, I could eat you out" and you almost choke on your drink when he says that bc you knew he was going to say something like that but he just said it so casually 😋 he pats your back as you cough and finally you say "um, yeah all of those sound nice" and he's like well duh 🙄 but one in particular seems to have caught your attention 😋 and you're a little hesitant saying "i don't want to make things weird you know? like we're friends" and he says "nothing would change, we'd still be friends, I'm just helping you out" and he can tell you're a little unsure so he drops the subject... for now 😋 later that night you're getting ready to sleep (together as always 😋) and he's extra cuddly 😌 a few hours later you wake up after a 😋 very😋 nice dream about him and his leg is kind of pressed between your thighs so every time you move it's just 😋😋😋 you're trying to get comfortable but he feels you moving a little and that wakes him up, he's all "what's the matter love?" and you're all "nothing I'm fine" but he can tell that you're worked up and he knows why 😋 he says "oh really? you sure? seems like you're rubbing on my thigh there" and you blush so hard it huuuurts and you say "no..." but he grabs your chin to make you look at him in the dim lighting and he says "why don't you stop dancing around it, hm? i think we both know what you want" and you finally just give in and nod 😋

he's so cocky saying "finally admitting it then? that all you've wanted for weeks is for me to get you off?" and you nod again😋 he says "I'm so happy we've come to this agreement" and he flips you over so fast 😋 he's pushing the covers off and pulling down the sleep shorts you stole from him and he gets right to work kissing at your thighs 😋 then you think for a second so you're grabbing his hair to stop him and he lifts his head to look at you, you say "harry i want this so bad but- I haven't broken up with him, I still have a boyfriend" and he's quiet for a second then says "do you want to call him right now?" and you shake your head so fast bc there's no way you're interrupting this for that and he says "okay... you want me to break it off for you?" and your eyes go wide and you say no and he's like "okay... in that case I won't tell if you won't" with such a cheeky smile 😋 and honestly you're so over being treated like shit by that guy so you're like... okay cool 😋 and harry gets back to work 😋 he holds your hips down so you don't squirm too much and he's teasing you for how wet you are before he even does anything but you can't bring yourself to care 😋 you keep trying to push your hips closer so he'll give you what you want but he pulls away every time and goes back to kissing your tummy or thighs 😋 fiiiiinally he just goes for it and gives you a long lick and you're biting the pillow to keep quiet but he reaches up and yanks it out from under your head, throwing it off the bed and he makes eye contact with you to say "i better be hearing some noises up there" and he buries his head again 😋 you don't even try to keep quiet anymore especially when he's basically making out with your clit 😋 you're grabbing his hair and he has to hold you a little tighter to keep you still 😋 you're making such pretty noises especially when he reaches one hand down to slip inside and feel around for your g spot 😋 and you're honestly surprised by how close you are already 😋 youre squirming and you're not even sure if you're trying to get away from how intense it is or get closer but either way he's not stopping 😋 he's moaning against you and you can feel the vibrations and it makes you jump every time 😋 soon you're gasping that you're close and he doesn't respond in any way he just keeps his fingers and tongue working just how you like 😋

before long you're cumming on his face and hands and he works you through it, make sure you feel as good as possible until you're literally pushing him away bc it's too much 😋 you're breathing heavily barely conscious, then you turn your head to look at him and he makes eye contact while he sucks his fingers clean and you nearly pass out 😋 he gives you as long as you need to feel like a person again and then he's leaning in to kiss you 😋 it's your first kiss ever and somehow it's so much better with you still in the post orgasm glow 😋 after a minute you break away and glance down as his lap saying "want me to-" but he cuts you off and grabs your wandering hand saying "i already came in my pants" and you're like 😳 but he's completely unbothered saying "I've wanted to do this for so long it's really not a surprise that it did so much for me 😌" and you're like... okay then! and he gets up to get a cloth to clean you up 😌 as he's working on it he says "offer still stands, I'll break up with your little boyfriend for you" and you're nearly asleep but you say "maybe in the morning" and by the time he comes back from the bathroom you're asleep 😌 he gets in bed and tucks you in his arms murmuring "you're all mine now" and kisses your forehead before he's out too 😌

then he would tease you about it too 😋 after he goes down on you and makes you cum you would be climbing on his lap and he's all 😦 thought you were worried about your boyfriend? and you push him to lay down and say "shut up" as you're undoing his belt 😋

aster loves when he's making angel feel so good her legs start shaking 😋 after they smash she's laying there staring off into space trying to process what just happened and when he comes back with a cloth to clean her up he's moving her legs around and he smirks when he sees how much she's shaking 😋 he's all "that good huh 😌" 😋 🤕

harry being a little stern with you 😋 you've been a brat all day, teasing him and pissing him off so finally he just grabs you 😋 grabbing your hands in one of his and pinning them above your head, then he says "such a fucking brat, aren't you? why do you always have to act like this?" and you just smile and say "it's hot when you're mad" 😋 and you can tell by the look in his eyes that he's about to rock your shit 😋 he says "oh really? is it still hot when i get you crying for me?" 😋😋😋 then he looks at your hands and says "are you gonna keep these here? or do I need to tie you down?" and you say "I'll be good... daddy" just to provoke him a little more 😋 definitely leading to a very filthy night 😋

waking up in hookuprry's bed the morning after 😋 you're scrambling bc you didn't mean to fall asleep and you're trying to get out of there but he's all "hey where are you going?" in his sleepy voice 😋 you're apologizing saying you'll be out in just a minute but he puts a hand on your waist and says "you don't have to go, I don't mind" and you think he's just being polite but then he says "I was gonna go get some breakfast, come with me?" and finally you can tell he really wants you to stay so you do 😋 you're still planning to get up and get ready but he says "we don't have to go right now" and you're like "oh why not?" and he just casually says "i want to eat you out again" 😋 and he makes you cum twice before you go out for breakfast, and ofc he asks you to wear his shirt 😋😋😋😋😋

no but harry walking with you in a big crowd 😔 he knows you get so nervous when there's a lot of people around so he holds your hand so tight letting you know he's right there and he keeps you close so you don't feel like you'll get lost 😔 he'll lean close to talk in your ear just doing everything he can to make sure you're comfortable and feel safe with him 😔

thinking about getting into a little argument with harry, probably over something really dumb but you're both tired and in a bad mood and just snapping at each other 😔 you both say things you don't mean and it ends with him storming out and slamming the door 😔 you stay on his couch, wrapped in a blanket trying not to cry but you're so upset 😔 he comes back maybe an hour later and he's opening the door so quietly, calling your name in a gentle voice and coming over to find you 😔 he sits down next to you and lets out a big sign then says "I'm so sorry" and when you look at him you can tell he's been crying 😔 and it breaks his heart to see how red and puffy your eyes are so he's saying "I'm so so sorry, i never should have said any of those things, i never wanted to hurt you or make you cry" 😔 it's quiet for a minute before you say "im sorry too, I love you so much and i-" but then you're crying a little too hard to talk and he scoots over to wrap his arms around you 😔 he's rubbing your back saying "it's okay, it's okay baby i love you so much" and the rest of the evening he just wants to be cuddled around you he never wants to let you go 😔

harry making you cum before work 😋 you're stressed and anxious and he's just like "get over here" 😋 you're all "harry i don't have time-" but he's all "come on you have over an hour, i could make you cum 5 times in that" and you know he's right and you'll feel better afterwards so you're like 😋 okay 😋

harry is obsessed with making you cum wearing nothing but his clothes 😁 you're in his bed surrounded by his stuff wearing just one of his hoodies and he's all over you 😁 he wants to take it off but it's to cold in his room so you're shaking his head and he's all "that's okay I'll make it work 😌" and he has his hands under your sweater so he can play with your nipples while he kisses you 😁 and soon he's kissing at your neck and then moving down and you know what he wants 😁😁😁 he wants to eat you out while you're wearing his sweatshirt laying in his sheets just entirely surrounded by him 😁

harry for sure loves how he's bigger than you just height wise and strength wise and how he can hold you down / throw you around so easily 😁 like when you're play fighting and he's pretending to fight back but really he's 100% letting you win, then you're getting a little too cocky about it so he goes "that's enough of that" and just flips you over 😁 he pins both your hands with just one of his and your eyes go wide and he's all "you liked that didn't you" and all you can do is nod 😁 just think about that like him being so rough with you but also so so careful like you're on his lap kissing him and you're both so desperate and he wants to be on top but first he reaches up and gently takes the claw clip out of your hair and sets it aside, you're like ??? but before you can ask what he's doing he has you on your back under him and he's kissing you again 😋

anyways harry would literally beg to go down on you like when you first get together and you've done some stuff but not that yet and he keeps offering but it's usually not that great for you so you gently turn him down every time but one night he's just so desperate and he's literally begging 😁 he's all "please baby please i just want to taste you, i promise I'll make you feel good please just let me try" and you can't say no 😁 and he absolutely rocks your shit and you realize you were dumb to make him wait for so long 😁

ohhhhh please don't talk about him holding her hands down or telling her to keep them still 🤕 she's a little whiny but he's shushing her gently saying "be my sweet girl and keep these up here, hm?" nudging his nose against hers until she nods 🤕 he says "are you gonna be good for me?" and she nods right away, he smiles a little and says "that's my girl" 🤕

thinking about laying under him while you're kissing and he does that thing where he grabs one of your thighs and pulls it up kind of around his waist but not all the way just enough so your legs are spread more and he can grind on you 😵‍💫

sorry but harry loves to make you beg 😁 he gets you all riled up and only gives you the most gentle light kisses and touches until you're near tears and begging him to touch you and make you feel good 😁he loves to get you desperate and begging then he'll pout at you and say "don't need to be so upset baby, you know I'll always give you what you want but sometimes I like to play with you first" 😋

harry loves it when he's making you feel so good that you try to squirm away bc it's just so intense 😵‍💫 he just grabs your hips tighter and follows you up the bed saying "where do you think you're going" and gets back to it 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

when you're making out w him and it's so desperate and messy and he's pushing his hips against yours and you're both moaning into each other's mouths whew sorry I made myself horny there

I think on your wedding night you would be too drunk and tired to do much but you still manage to have the most filthy unholy sloppy makeout 🤭 and you both end up cumming just from that 🤭 in the morning you're laughing about how ridiculous that was and "how did that even happen" but then it's on and you fully consummate things 🤭

watching a scary movie with harry and he knows you're going to get too scared but you insist it's fine and you want to watch it 😭 then 20 minutes in you're hiding in his arms flinching at every loud noise and he's all 🙄but inside he loves it 😁

him taking off her makeup just made me have a thought...... so sorry bc I'm not trying to traumatize ANYONE but whenever i take my mascara off I rub it with the cloth but then I run my finger tip over my lashes gently to make sure there's nothing hard so I know i got it all off bc it's hard to tell sometimes but anyways 😭 aster notices angel always does that when they're getting ready for bed so she's all sleepy letting him take off her makeup and stuff and he runs his finger so gently over her lashes just the way she does and she just melts bc that's so soft and sweet of him to notice the little things and make sure her routine is still normal even when she's too sleepy 🥹🤕

cuddling with harry and he's spooning you but you start to feel a little 😏😏 so you push back on him a little bit and he knows what you want right away 😌 so he's running his hand down your tummy and into your sleep shorts so he can play with your clit and make you cum in his arms 😌

sometimes i think about aster coming up behind angel while she's getting ready in the morning and hes standing behind her just watching 😵‍💫 maybe even... putting his hand on her throat very gently 😵‍💫and she can just see the cross tattoo on his hand in the mirror😵‍💫🤕

I know harry is so good in stressful situations 😔 maybe you're making dinner and accidentally cut your finger just a little while chopping veggies, you're immediately freaking out but he rushes over and he's like "okay okay, it's okay just let me see it" and he knows you don't do well with blood so he's helping you sit down on the floor or lay down if you're really freaking out and he's talking to you to keep you distracted 😔 he's talking in such a gentle voice letting you know you're okay and he's taking care of it 😔 it's not a serious cut at all but he's being so good making sure it's all fixed up with a bandage and everything 😔 he would just be so good 😔

harry loves to figure out what you like 😋he realizes how wet you get when he pins your arms down or how you always cum so fast when he manhandles you and throws you around a little 😋 and he gets so cocky every time 😋 he's all "oh you liked that 😌" and it's a statement not a question bc he knows it makes you blush when he's a little condescending with you 😋 and you nod but he's all "uh uh, use your words, tell me you liked it" bc he's realizing you get off on him embarrassing you a little bit 😋

the first time you hook up with plugrry 🤭 you're making out on his lap and soon he wants to see more of you so he's tugging at your shirt and you're helping him take it off and his jaw drops when he sees you 🤭 you're all "take a picture it'll last longer" and he's like "you'd like that wouldn't you😌" being so cheeky and flirty 🤭next time you definitely let him take a few pictures 🤭

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[sonickedtrowel]

Young!11/River kissing for a bet pls (extra points for featuring Amy and Rory) 💕

Omg Anon I thought this ask was lost to the sands of time but it's still here and if you are too, well, you're in luck!! (ao3 link)

“Tell me you saw that,” said Amy.

“You’ll have to be a bit more specific,” Rory replied.  “I’ve seen a lot of things today, and I’m pretty sure I can’t remember half of them.”

“River and the Doctor!  They are obviously shagging, right?”

“Do I really have to think about this?” Rory whinged.  “I’ve got enough of a headache from all the alien memory erasure.”

“Come on.  There’s no way you didn’t notice.”

“I, uh, did get that impression,” he reluctantly admitted.  “I’m just not sure he knows it yet.”  Amy snorted.  “River said something to me, back when this all started.  From her point of view, it’s... like he’s slowly forgetting her.”

“That’s horrible,” Amy said softly.

“Yeah.  I wanted to say something helpful, you know?  She can be a bit scary, but it’s obvious how this hurts her.  But I don’t think there’s really anything to be done.  Whenever he does work it out, it’ll already be in her past.”

“Poor River,” said Amy.  “The Doctor’s a complete moron about this stuff.  A big, genius, stupid moron.  And even we needed a little shove.  If Mels hadn’t said anything, who knows how long it would have taken us—”

The sonic whirred, and the tiny red bulb flashing amongst the instruments on the TARDIS console blinked out.  The live feed went silent.  

Alone with the humming of the time rotor again, the Doctor slumped over the console.

Well, fine, maybe he was a moron.  But it wasn’t as if anything about this was easy.  It hadn’t been easy when she died before his eyes, telling him not to dare change one line of their life together that he’d yet to live.  It hadn’t been easy trying to keep her from winding her way into his hearts— in fact, he’d failed rather spectacularly on that front, despite his best intentions.  

It wasn’t easy to begin, when he’d already seen the end.  When he couldn’t change her future because it was already his past.  Wasn’t it all set in stone already, then, no matter what he did?  So how did it still feel like he was making a complete mess of everything?

Maybe it was past time he started clearing up after them.

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“I won’t lie,” River called as he emerged from the TARDIS, “I was rather hoping you’d be back.”  She was sat half-curled on her bunk, her back against the cell wall and her diary open on her lap.  “How long has it been?  A few decades?”

“Er, about half an hour?”

“Oh.”  There was a quiet brittleness to the sound, her initial bravado faltering as she laid down her pen, and the Doctor noticed for the first time the red tinge around her eyes.  “Me too,” she said softly.

River Song had never looked so uncertain.  The memory of her warmth still tingled on his lips; the blaze of joy that had spilled out of her mind and suffused every place they touched.  How quickly and utterly he’d doused that exquisite glow with a thoughtless word.  He wouldn’t dare think River fragile, but something was on the verge of breaking here, if he didn’t handle it with the proper care.

No pressure.  The Doctor took a deep breath and gripped a bar of her cell, pausing in the still-open doorway.  “I was, uh, hoping I could give that another go.”  His cheeks felt so hot there was no doubt he’d turned a very unattractive shade of tomato.

“Doctor,” she said, placating, her gaze dropping to her lap as she sat up and valiantly cobbled together a façade of composure, “you don’t have to—”

“I want to.”  He forgot how to swallow for a moment, but basically managed not to audibly choke on his own tongue.  What was worse than tomato?  Molten lava?  The distance between them was humiliating.  He couldn’t have such a mortifyingly sensitive conversation shouting across a room.  Somehow, when he forced his unreliable legs to carry him jerkily over the gulf between them, it was only a couple of steps.

The Doctor sat down on her bed.  He made sure not to think about the fact that he was sitting on her bed.  River watched him, frozen and wide-eyed.

“River, I— I want this,” he managed to wrench out.  You.  Us.  Even as he made her an offering of his pride, his tongue couldn’t seem to shape the truer words.  He desperately hoped she understood.  No, no, that wasn’t good enough.  He reached out, taking both of her cold hands in his.  “River,” he repeated, the word creaking past his lips, raspy and low.  A plea and an admission.  He was tired, so tired of fighting it.  It hadn’t worked, anyway.  He was done for.  And every time he ran away, he only hurt her more.

He lifted one hand to tuck her spectacular hair behind her ear, and her eyes fluttered ever-so-briefly shut.  She still hadn’t moved; she seemed almost afraid to breathe.  Miscalculating their relationship like that must have been shockingly painful for her.  She’d reached out to touch him and been burned.  The urge to reassure her gave him courage enough to speak again, but god knew what was going to come out of his mouth when he did.

“River,” he muttered again, maybe just because he’d always loved the way her name felt on his tongue.  He brushed the backs of his fingers feather-light over her face, then his hand slowly lowered, hovering hesitant between them.  “Can I…”

“Yes,” she said, though it came out as a breath without sound, and she cleared her throat.  “You can touch me.”

Her whispered words sent a startling spike of heat through him, and almost before the Doctor knew it he was kissing her, slowly; scarcely moving but to lean in and cradle her face in his hands.  He did his best to take in the little details: the slight friction of her lips sliding soft against his, the stifled whimper she exhaled over his cheek.  He pulled back just enough for a shared breath to warm the air between them, for his nose to brush hers, then kissed her again.  When he dared to trace over her lower lip with his tongue, she sighed contentedly as her lips parted.  Surely it had been this lovely before, too, but the shock had gotten the better of him.  Now he felt he could just melt into her; forget everything in the universe but how good it was to finally let himself love her.

She’d been generous with her permission, so he didn’t hesitate to slip an arm around her back and pull her closer.  The warm, solid shape of her under his hands, pressed to his chest, was intoxicating.  It was baffling.  He was a fairly indiscriminate hugger, but he’d always been too terrified to touch River like that— maybe afraid once he started, he’d never stop.  And good job he hadn’t, because this was not what it was normally like.  This was… bigger.  And the more he kissed her; the more he leant over her for a better angle and his palms pressed into her back and she shifted her body beneath him, making a ragged, desperate little noise in her throat; the more he realised this was very quickly becoming something he hadn’t exactly planned on.  Of course, he could stop any time.  River was following his lead, accepting whatever he offered but making no demands of her own.  That didn’t seem fair.  She deserved so much better than he’d given her.

“You’re, uh.  Sure I can’t convince you to come with me?” he muttered in her ear, and he actually felt her shiver.  Mental note of that, check.

“I really shouldn’t…” she whispered, but the ellipsis was audible, hanging in the air between them.

“I’ll have you back before they miss you.  And, ah, Amy and Rory have gone to bed.”  Not that he was implying they were going to require privacy, or anything— no, actually, maybe that was exactly what he was saying.  Thankfully not aloud, although somehow he felt like River knew just what he was thinking anyway.

“Hang on,” she said, squinting off into the near distance with a frown, “I’m just figuring out how weird something is.”

“Um, okay.”

“Mm, decided I don’t care.  Let’s go.”

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Sneaking River out of prison (which surely shouldn’t have been so easy to do— what kind of operation were they running, anyway?) and into the darkened TARDIS console room made the Doctor feel, for some reason, positively giddy.  (It was also completely unnecessary, because it was his ship, and his companions had gone to bed, and there was also no reason she shouldn’t be there with him just like she had been an hour ago, anyway— except that it all felt very different now.)  She was holding his hand, and that was another completely mundane thing he did with friends and acquaintances every day without a second thought, but which suddenly seemed unusually intimate and warm and wonderful when it was River.  He couldn’t seem to stop giggling, which might have partly been nerves, and partly the unnecessary sneaking, but was mostly because he was, actually, ridiculously happy.  

River kept shushing him, but she was laughing too, which made him laugh more, which made her laugh and shush more and then, in a moment of wildly impulsive bravery, he backed her up against the console and kissed her.  That stifled both their giggles, as she let out a long sigh and wrapped her arms around his neck.  She really was outrageously, staggeringly, miraculously wonderful.  It was nice to just let himself think that for a moment, without five tonnes of weight attached to it; without all the shadows it cast.  Instead, just for now, he thought: They really could have been doing this all along?  He was definitely a moron.

“...and you really think this is going to work?  Challenging him to a bet?”

“Worth a shot.  Believe me, he’s a sore loser.  That’s how I got him to go to Space Florida.”

“Um, what is that?” River groaned mournfully.

“Ah, probably bumped into Amy’s nanorecorder, it was somewhere on the console,” the Doctor muttered over the dull chatter.

“Could you please shut it off?” she whinged, which seemed a bit out of character, but he obligingly fumbled one-handed over the controls for it in the dim light.  He didn’t find anything immediately, but he did crane his head to the side enough that he wound up pressed into River’s neck, and her skin was so very warm and soft under his lips as he breathed her in.  The sounds she made in response to that were even more enticing, and he forgot all about whatever it was he’d been looking for, until the echoey chatter came through again, louder:

“Oh, you should’ve seen him the first time I met River.  Before that, I sort of thought he was asexual?  But, not like a person is— like an amoeba.  But then he was trying to be grumpy with her and obviously kept coming up with horny instead.”

River burst into riotous laughter as the Doctor choked on air, searching frantically along the console for the stupid bloody little lightbulb — but then River hopped up onto the console and wrapped her legs around him, beaming at him as she pulled him down for another kiss and, well.  A little more humiliation was really a small price to pay.

“Oh, no.  Um, retreat.  Retreat!”  Rory was urgently whispering, but it didn’t sound as faint as it had before.

“What?  Is that— oh my god!” Amy shrieked.

Reluctantly, the Doctor pulled back from River, breathless and blushing, and almost immediately locked eyes across the console room with Amy.  Who was not talking to Rory in their room, but instead standing beside him in the corridor entrance, looking scandalised and delighted whilst he very deliberately averted his eyes.

“They do not need our help, clearly,” Rory said, trying to tug her away, but Amy whooped and cheered instead of following.

River covered her mouth, shaking with laughter.  

The Doctor sighed heavily, mustered up the few remaining crumbs of his dignity, and commanded, “Ponds, out!”

“Right on the console, Doctor, really!” Amy shouted back, grinning wickedly.  “Well done, River!”

“Out!” he repeated, a bit more desperately.  Amy’s boisterous laughter finally started to fade away down the corridor as he groaned and buried his burning face in River’s shoulder.

“There, there, sweetie,” she said, patting his back sympathetically.  “They’ll see worse.”

“That… is really not terribly comforting, River.”

“Yeah.  You have no idea.”

#dr fic #11river #doctor/river #yes i wrote YET ANOTHER DOTM fix it #what of it #all my fics recently have been the same i dont care #no im lying i do i need to switch it up asap lol