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prose-for-hire · 3 months

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Evol (or, a backwards love story)

Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: Hey I love your spike x reader fics I was wondering if you could do one were like they both have a crush on eachother and he invites her over to his crypt but it's super fluffy and he makes it all romantic with candles and shit

Reader isn't a big fan of pink but doesn't like hate it or anything (just a heads up in case you love pink (like me) and it takes you out of the story).

Requested by: anon

A/N: Be kind please this is the first fic I've done in ages! Hope this is okay, love 💖

You had been in deep thought, your mind travelling ahead of you as your limbs tried to follow. But your wandering mind had led you down an unknown path. You had taken a strange turn somewhere and found yourself in unchartered territory.

You were at a crossroads, in almost pitch darkness. The streetlights had disappeared a couple of streets ago and you weren’t entirely sure where you were. You were fumbling through the dark now, trying to find something to hold onto, to anchor you.

You found yourself connecting with something, a figure in the shadows. You groaned, the last thing you needed tonight was to get eaten, your top was brand new. You recoiled slightly but a pair of steady hands righted you. He, of course, could see in the dark.

“What’re you doing round these parts, pet?” His voice came from the darkness, retracting his hands, a flame from his lighter ignited so that you could see.

“Got kinda turned around… I’m lost”

“Can’t have that, can we, love? If you’re not careful somethin’ nasty might eat you up” His eyes glinted with amusement, his lips curled slightly in that irresistible way he did. Even when he was being ‘evil’ he was attractive to you. You were doomed to fall for him.

“What did we talk about Spike?”

“Too much?”

“Only a little” you smiled despite yourself, now unable to look up from your feet. You were afraid that you would reveal too much, he could read you like a book. He always had, ever since you met a year ago.

It was tongues and teeth. Blood and sweat. You were backed against the wall, the vibrations from the music pulsing through you. You grasped the black t-shirt that clung to him so perfectly, the vampire you had only heard about.

You knew he and Buffy had faced each other on numerous occasions, you just happened to miss him each time. You had met them in college and had only known of the stories about William the Bloody at this point. But you always liked to judge people for yourself, anyway. And, well, you hadn’t realised how beautiful he was, you had been taken by him as soon as he stomped up to the bar and sulkily ordered a beer.

You heard voices through the crowd, through the headiness of that moment. Voices you recognised. You pulled away, your face a picture; as if you had seen a ghost. You weren’t supposed to be here,

“Go home” He had hissed, covering you as you slid away. Taking Buffy’s attention.

You should have known then he had a soft spot. Or, well, the potential for one. Usually he would have relished the awkwardness of Buffy walking in to find you kissing a vampire. Drinking with demons and beating them at kitten poker. But if he had the chance to do that again he wasn’t going to ruin it by getting the ultimate mood slayer involved, now was he.

But you hadn’t ever had any real time alone since. Sure, sometimes it felt like you were both the only people in the room but there was barely a chance to even allude to what you had done let alone reignite the moment again. Though he of course tried at every moment he got.

“Got have plans, love? My crypt’s only down the way” he spoke softly, almost tentatively if you didn’t know better.

“I’m late. I’m supposed to meet some… friends” You hesitated and you knew he caught it before you looked back into his eyes. Eyes you were slowly being lost in.

“Not those bloody losers again. You’re better than them”

“Those losers are actually my friends”

“Friends that you hide yourself from” He shrugged, not entirely able to drop it. He couldn’t hide his distaste for Buffy and the others.

Despite it all he gestured with his head, offering to take you to your friends. Even though you knew Sunnydale quite well after moving into your dorm a year ago and running around the town many times after (or often away from) demons, you still got lost a lot. It was a kind of running joke amongst the other scoobies.

He lit a cigarette as you rounded the corner, only pausing to offer you one which you declined with a soft smile. A smile that made him want to drop to his knees and declare his undying love for you. It pained him, how soft he was for you.

He shoved the other hand in the pocket of his duster, jaw tensing as he saw your friends speaking rapidly, apparently concerned about something. Willow noticed you first.

“We thought you’d been all ookified, we were worried!” She flung herself around you with a big smile of relief.

“You got lost, huh?” Buffy said with a smile, which quickly dropped when she noticed the company you were in.

“Yeah, Spike helped me get my bearings. Thanks, again” You grinned, despite Xander and Buffy’s distaste. Anya patted your head a little patronisingly at your habit of getting yourself lost.

“Anytime, pet”

“Yeah, right, evil dead is only good for being evil… and dead”

“Not that I’m not enjoying the boy’s wit, but I’ll be off now” He addressed only you, hoping to keep the barbs at his expense from the group to a minimum. Someone muttered something distasteful about Spike, which was of course in his earshot, but he didn’t turn back around.

“He’s, like, the lowest of the low.” someone agreed, shaking her head at the figure walking away.

You weren’t sure why that moment was the moment. Why you spoke something that had been so safely unspoken.

“Spike! Spike, wait-”

“Y/n, what’re you doing?!” your friends called after you, still in earshot as Spike ditched his cigarette and swung around to face you.

“Love, you go and do the friendship thing with the meddlin’ kids, okay? I’d rather stake myself than spend an evening with them”

“I know, I was wondering if the offer’s still on that is, well, I’m free tomorrow night”

He put both hands in his duster, rocking on the balls of his feet and looking down. It was as if he thought you were being cruel to him. Taking him up on his offer just to hurt him by rejecting him in the next breath with all your friends watching. He had to know you better than that, surely.

You reached for his arm, willing him to feel what you felt. Know what you knew. That you and him were meant for each other, that this chance that you were trying to take meant a lot. For someone you had kissed so passionately before it was strange how nervous you were suddenly at even grazing his skin.

“After sunset, tomorrow at your crypt?” You asked softly, though the vulnerability in your voice bled through. He saw it, he saw that your intentions were pure. There were some gasps and some vague unimpressed whispering from your friends behind you but you couldn’t bring yourself to take notice.

Instead you waited with bated breath for his answer. You knew he had offered earlier but there was always the chance he was doing it to tease you. That he had no interest in you. That he was playing with you, looking for something quick and easy. You could do that, of course you could, if it meant being close with him. But it may just break your heart beyond recognition.

This purgatory, which only lasted a second, felt like it lasted hours. Your grip on him tightened, as if you were afraid he would slip away from you.

He nodded, to anyone else it probably looked as if he wasn’t bothered. What he didn’t know was that you could read him in the way he did for you. You saw the slight upturn of his mouth before it disappeared, you noticed the way his eyes searched you with wonder for a fraction of a moment. You knew then, for sure, he felt for you as deeply as you had started to fall for him. Everything you had learned about him you held close, collecting it as the most valuable treasures.

You arrived the next night a minute after the sun set and promptly knocked on the door of Spike’s crypt. You could hear some scuffling about from behind the door and a lot of a British accent muttering ‘bloody bollocks’ every so often which made you smile softly.

You waited patiently until he swung the door open, allowing you to walk in. You gasped, he had transformed the main level of his crypt for the evening. There were candles everywhere, on every single available surface and surrounding the sofa where there was a couple of blankets piled up and a stack of VHS tapes.

There were wilted roses that had shed their petals all over the floor beside the TV set and you tried to ignore the high probability that these came from a few of the graves surrounding the crypt. Stuck haphazardly to the walls were pink and red hearts made from crepe paper and various strips hanging about.

I mean, it was a huge fire risk but you tried to ignore this fact as you appreciated his scattered decorations. You assumed that Spike was ensuring you were aware that he thought of this as a date.

“How was your night with America’s most haunted?” Spike asked, you could tell he was genuinely interested if you had a nice evening after he left you at the Bronze.

You told him everything in complete detail, you were a keen storyteller and he adored this about you. You spoke in such detail that he could picture himself there beside you as the night played out.

“Drink, pet?”

“Please”

You looked around as he started rummaging around with bottles and glasses. You read the words on some of the hearts, your brow furrowing slightly.

“EVOL? I think it’s spelt-”

“No, love, it was meant to be- they’re from the craft store. They, well, I didn’t want it to scare you off now did I?” He turned the heart around, the word was actually ‘love’. He hadn’t wanted you to think he was coming on too strong so he had hidden the word. Though the rose petals and the various pink and red crafts might well have done that if you hadn’t realised how deeply you felt for him.

You laughed, you couldn’t help it. You hadn’t been sure if he was making sure that all this romantic stuff didn’t take away from him being bad. Telling you he was ‘evil’.

He passed you a glass, different from usual where he would just drink straight from the bottle. You were surprised to note that it was your favourite drink. It was incredibly endearing that he had learned this about you, or perhaps it was his favourite and you just had that in common.

The glow of the candlelight accentuated his features, casting shadows from his cheekbones. You felt yourself leaning into him as he spoke animatedly, it was entirely involuntary. When you thought about it, you had done everything in reverse. You were tentatively courting after sharing a much more passionate moment the night you properly met. You much preferred it this way though, in some ways it cemented now just how much Spike had grown to care for you through the stolen moments you had together through the year.

Quick glances and lingering touches. The way he had thrown himself in front of a demon to ensure you would be safe. The way he always offered to walk you home, even if he was shot down every time by the slayer. He always made jokes in the hope that you would laugh.

The evening was lovely, you shared drinks and watched films together, while Spike made biting commentary on each scene. You were wrapped in a blanket while he stayed room temperature. He sat a little more rigidly than usual, seemingly unable to relax. He wanted the night to be perfect. He was concerned he might say something wrong, something a little too murderous and off-putting.

You hadn’t really been paying attention to the film. He had done everything to try and prove he was a man worthy of your love. You could sense he was holding back but you loved him for who he was, the flaws wrapped into the thread of his personality were just as important to you.

“I really like you, Spike. You don’t need to impress me, you know that right? I’m already yours, if you’d let me be” You spoke barely above a whisper. He turned to you, searching your face before a smile grew slowly on his lips. It was a smile you had only ever seen him give to you.

“You’re tellin’ me I can take all this sodding pink bollocks off my walls now then?”

“I mean, it’s a real improvement from the cobwebs but it’s not really my colour,” You grinned, pressing your lips to his quickly before pulling away.

You leaned against him as the night progressed, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. He shifted as you moved down the sofa so that you could comfortably rest against him. He inhaled, savouring your scent. It felt like home. He closed his eyes, focusing on your heartbeat thrum steadily. You were truly here, by his side.

Your body was made to fit beside his, you knew this as if it was fact. You couldn’t imagine a future where you wouldn’t hold each other. Or share moments such as this. The warmth from the candles and the care and attention that Spike continued to show you told you that his feelings at their core were clearly no act, his execution had been slightly exaggerated only because he hadn’t really dated in the usual way for a good few decades.

He slid his arm along the headrest behind you and you settled into watch the next movie. After a moment you realised his eyes were still trained on you, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. When you looked at him, giving him a quizzical look, he just gestured back at the screen with his head a soft smile on his face.

If this was the first proper date, you were looking forward to the rest. In fact, as his arm snaked around you and pulled you close, you were not sure you would ever be ready to leave.

#spike btvs #spike x reader #spike x you #spike imagine #spike btvs x reader #spike btvs x you #spike btvs imagine #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #btvs imagine #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #btvs x reader

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shellshocklove · 9 months

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crush | peter parker

pairing/au: college au – frat!peter parker x female!reader

summary: you accidently learn peter parker's secret

warnings: swearing, fwb relationship

word count: 1.2k

a/n: trying my hand at frat!peter parker since it’s the new craze with a little ficlet lmao. i don’t know what i’m doing and i had no plot or plan for this. i’ve set the pairing as female!reader, but it can be read as gn!reader. i’ve only done it like that in case i would want to write more for this later. anyways happy reading <3

main masterlist / ao3

Peter’s bedroom window moaned and complained as Peter pushed it open. He was tempting fate, but what else was new. The music coming from downstairs vibrated through the brick underneath his hand. Climbing through the window, he hit the floor with a soft thump!

The summer had been long, dank and sweaty, but now the evenings had started to bite. Living at the frat throughout the summer had made Peter lonely. His frat brothers all jetted away – scattered like dice across the world – while Peter stayed put in the old brick house.

The frat house was made for noise, not silence, he’d realized after a few weeks. Every noise he made amplified somehow, like the house fed on the sounds. He’d never noticed how loud his footsteps was; or how the clicking of the metal spoon against his coffee mug bounced against the wall, until he was alone. It was unsettling, and wrong. The music that now moved under the floorboard, and the sounds of people over it, put Peter at ease. With the start of the new fall semester, and his brothers finally back, the house was fed again.

Peter never saw himself in a fraternity. He was working on a degree in biophysics trying to balance classes with his late-night vigilantism – he didn’t exactly have much free time. But he’d kinda just fell into it. One night when he’d missed Uncle Ben too much, he’d fallen down a baseball rabbit hole on Youtube. He watched pitcher reels, and top ten craziest moments, and had gotten a ridiculous idea. He tried out for the baseball team at ESU – careful to not to run too fast or hit the baseball out the park – but still they’d wanted him. Peter Parker, a recovering nerd, played college baseball. One thing had led to another, and soon enough he’d been accepted into Zeta Kappa – the captain of the baseball team’s fraternity.

With a sigh Peter pulled off his mask, he was dead tired. He’d had to cut tonight’s patrol short after running out of webs. Everything had been just a little too much lately and he’d forgotten to make new web fluid for his web shooters. After a failed attempt at swinging down a crowded street, he’d fallen face down on a busy street.

He’d played it off as smoothly as possible, hiding the bruise to his ego as he’d instead interacted with some of the passers-by. Spider-Man had handed out lots of high fives tonight. Climbing the wall of some building he’d had to run across the roofs of New York city to get back home. He was exhausted to say the least, dying to feel the softness of his bedsheets against his skin.

Waltzing over to his desk, he rummaged through one of the drawers for his emergency stash of web fluid. Occupied with refilling his web shooters, he missed the creak of the floorboard behind him.

“Holy shit!”

Frozen dead in his tracks, fear sank to his stomach. He didn’t know what to do; if he turned around, he’d be busted, but he couldn’t turn his back forever – he couldn’t do that to you, could he?

His eyes flicked to the corkboard over his desk, to the polaroid he’d taken of you only a few weeks ago after you’d convinced him to go take you swimming. You’d begged and whined, “Peter! Please, please, pretty please!” and he’d folded. It had been the last real day of summer, and together you’d snuck into one of those fancy hotels with a rooftop pool. As soon as you’d dipped your feet in the water, a big smile spread across your face, a smile that, to Peter’s horrifying realization, had tugged on his heartstrings.

It was supposed to be casual, the thing between the two of you, just something so you both could fill that void inside screaming out for intimacy. Peter didn’t have time for a relationship. This was perfect, almost.

“Peter?”

Your voice was barely a whisper, almost cautious, like he was a shaking bunny you were afraid of scaring. His head fell, eyes scanning over the worn wood of his desk. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He’d told himself he was gonna keep you at arm’s length, not in the crook.

“Don’t tell anyone, please.” The words fell from his lips, a coldness coating them.

He could feel you move behind him, light feet shuffling with nervousness. “I won’t, Peter, I won’t– I swear!”

With a sigh, Peter turned around. He looked you up and down. You were dressed nicely – dressed for the party howling downstairs. He tried to ignore the way you looked at him. It always hit him too hard, made him want to crush your lips with his own, wrap himself up in you and never untangle. You were dangerous.

“I’m sorry… I looked for you at the party but couldn’t find you– so then I figured I’d wait for you in your room, and…” you trailed off, the rest was self-explanatory.

With a huff Peter started moving about his room. He pulled some sweats from his closet and vanished through the door to the bathroom. It was like he needed to get rid of the evidence. He couldn’t talk to you before it was gone. Back inside his bedroom, he ignored the way you sat at the edge of his bed, hands folded in your lap. He put his suit away, hiding it in the back of his closet.

“Let’s forget about this,” he turned around to look at you, a mistake. He watched the way your body sank into the mattress, mirroring the way his heart sank in his chest as he uttered his next words, “and maybe we should just forget about everything else.”

Your face was hard to decipher, it shuffled through an arrangement of emotions: confusion, hurt, anger. All the same emotions Peter tried to hold back.

“I…” you tried to say, “a-are you sure, I mean–”

“I’m sure,” Peter stressed, “this didn’t mean anything right? It was just sex…”,

“Right,” you nodded slowly, like you were still processing, “it was just sex.”

“It didn’t mean anything.” The words felt like they were stuck in the back of his throat.

The look you gave him, cut him across his chest, sliced away at his skin until it reached his heart. “Let’s not pretend it did…”

“No, let’s not,” you glared at him, and Peter could feel a pressure behind his eyes.

“And don’t say anything about me and…” he cocked his head in the direction of his closet, “If anyone knew you knew– it would put you in danger and I don’t want to put you in danger.” It was probably the most honest thing he’d said to you all night.

You rolled your eyes at him, and quickly stood to your feet. He watched how you clenched and unclenched your fist, keeping your quiet rage under control. You shook your head in disbelief, probably wondering why you’d wasted so many months of your life on a loser like him.

Peter hated to do this to you. He wanted only your love. To live with it inside and give his love to you. But that was a selfish thought. He couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t love you the way you deserved.

One lonely tear escaped you, and it broke Peter’s heart.

“You know what,” you tried to hiss but the sadness in your voice dimmed the bite, “Fuck you, Peter!”

Gathering yourself, you gave him one last look before you slammed the door in his face.

i hope you liked this! <3 please let me know what you thought of this little story. i would love to hear them in the tags, or a comment or through my ask box! <3

tags: @hollandweather

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differenteagletragedy · 5 months

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Hello, if you're still taking requests (please ignore this if you aren't lol), could I request headcanons for the boys with an MC who tends to link arms/hold hands when walking together and often does this without thinking. My OL1 MC is a shortie who does this so she doesn't overcompensate or get left behind.

Step 1 Cove has got you. At first he's just like "What are you doing?" but when you tell him/he realizes why you're doing it, then it's just a thing that happens and he's totally fine with it. You choose him and he chooses you, remember?

But puberty did a number on this boy, so if he has a crush on you, then Step 2 Cove is going to struuuuuggle. He'll still do it, especially if you're anxious about getting lost or separated, but there's lots of blushing and he'll stop whenever you get to where you're going.

You: You don't have to hold my hand anymore if you don't want to, it's ok.

Cove: No, I want to, it's just *short circuits*

As he gets older though, probably by like 15/16, it's just second nature. If you're in a crowd, he'll grab your hand, no need to ask! It doesn't matter if you're just friends, crushes or dating, you're holding hands through the halls at school, going down the shopping street, trips to the mall. But if you do end up together, as you get older, he'll have gotten conditioned to have your hand in his and he's going to need it all the time because that's the routine and that's what feels right.

You, sitting on the couch holding hands with Cove then letting go: I have to go to the bathroom, be right back.

Cove's inner monologue: I will try to be strong and weather this unbearable storm.

If you hold Derek's hand then he is PROUD. Shoulders back, chest out, biggest smile. If his dad sees it, then he is 100% going to say something embarrassing about it.

Personally I hate the Boardwalk scene just because I don't understand why all four adults leave the kids with Nicolas the entire day, he is too little for that and I think that was really thoughtless tbh, so I like to tweak it just a bit so Derek and MC have more time to actually have fun and be kids.

So perfect opportunity for a hand grab! There's a lot of people there, and there's a lot going on, so you'd slip your hand into Derek's, and he'd do his big smile and be like "It's ok, I got you!"

I also imagine Derek and MC hang out a lot in between Steps 2 and 4, and a lot of it would be MC going into the city to visit him because he's so busy. Maybe you go to a soccer game at his school and he sees you watching, then after he comes up to you and wants to take you to see his parents so he'd offer you his hand because he remembers everything about you and definitely remembers something chivalrous he can do to help you feel better.

But if you don't grab his first, then he's always gonna offer before just taking your hand, because he is a gentleman and doesn't want to be presumptuous.

If you end up together though, he'll take the initiative. He'll always keep an eye on you too to make sure you're ok :)

Baxter gets cocky.

Since you go sightseeing pretty early into Step 3, that's probably the first time it happens. You're going through one of the little stores on the shopping street and a group of tourists comes in there, it's getting crowded so you just reach out and grab him.

Baxter: *looks down at your hands then up at you and smirks* Well then.

Also Baxter: *squealing on the inside*

After that, when you're walking someplace together he'll offer you his arm. It doesn't need to be a conversation, you don't need to explain it, but obviously that makes you comfortable so he's more than happy to escort you in this way.

It'll also just make him feel like a fancy man, having someone on his arm like that, so he'll do it a lot.

Uuuuugh Step 4 Baxter, he takes you to Xavier's bakery and after you park you're walking down the sidewalk together and he just instinctively offers you his arm.

You: What?

Baxter: ... I'm sorry, my mistake.

BUT it's ok because then you end up together and he gets to have you on his arm every day for the rest of your lives, hooray!

#our life beginnings and always #our life #olba #cove holden #derek suarez #baxter ward #our live cove #our life derek #our life baxter #our life headcannons

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weemssapphic · 1 year

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love ur writing! could you write something for brienne where she gets jealous/ insecure/ sad over trader spending time with other people who have a crush on her - feel free to do whatever you want with it

A/N: hi hello thank you for the compliment and the request! i feel the need to apologize profusely for how long this took me - i changed the plot like 10x along the way and getting it to flow gave me a lot of Grief hahaha. however i am finally happy with the end product and i did adore writing for my babygirl brienne. i hope you're not too upset <3

plot: You are Brienne’s closest friend, and friends don’t develop feelings for each other. They definitely don’t get jealous when their friend dances with someone else. Nope.

From The Moment We Met

Brienne of Tarth x f!reader

words: ~6.3k (big OOPS) | ao3 link in title

content/warnings: jealousy, slight angst, feelings confession, pining, mentions of alcohol and being tipsy, eventual smut (thigh riding, cunnilingus, fingering), bits of fluff sprinkled throughout

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Brienne of Tarth didn’t know what to make of you.

She was used to people taunting her - men calling her foul names, women gossiping about her. She was used to people challenging her, questioning her, attempting to overpower her.

What she wasn’t used to was women who beamed up at her with megawatt smiles and kind eyes, who held her hand as if it were the most normal thing in the world, who requested her company for even the most mundane of errands.

Women like you - currently strolling into town, arm looped tightly around her own, greeting every person who’d pass by the two of you and introducing them to your friend Brienne. It was enough to fluster Brienne, who simply smiled politely and nodded at the various townspeople, less concerned with remembering their names and more preoccupied with the way your eyes crinkled at the outer corners when you offered them a smile, the genuine care in your voice when you asked how their families were doing.

The two of you reached the market, bustling with people, and suddenly Brienne felt a warm hand clasp her own. Almost as a reflex she attempted to pull away, but your grip tightened and you smiled warmly up at her. She felt her stomach flip pleasantly as she hesitantly returned the smile.

“I don’t want to lose you in the crowd,” you reasoned, and Brienne could have scoffed at that - towering above most of the townspeople, there was almost no way you’d be able to lose sight of her in even the thickest crowd. But the way your small hand fitted so perfectly in her own, the way you looked up at her with wide eyes, as if completely unaware of her beastly presence that she’d been so often tormented for, made her think better of it. Instead, her lips quirked up almost involuntarily into a half-smile and she nodded for you to lead the way.

You held onto her hand the entire visit, only briefly letting go to pay for some bread and some fruit and tuck it into your bag, then grabbing hold of it again. Her skin tingled where it met yours and her stomach filled with warmth as she allowed herself to be guided back through the narrow streets, up to your castle.

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Holding Brienne’s hand felt so right. It was much larger than your own, sure, and slightly more calloused, but still decidedly feminine. Her long, slender fingers entangled between yours in a firm grip, the direct contact with her warm skin sending shivers down your spine. You much preferred holding her hand to anyone else’s, you thought with a smile.

When you reached the castle gardens, you tugged her gently towards a bench in a little alcove on the far side of the garden, shaded from the sun, then reached in your bag for the food you’d bought at the market.

“Help yourself,” you said, and Brienne gratefully took some of the bread, gently prying it apart with her fingers.

A silence fell upon you as you ate. You tried not to stare at Brienne, choosing instead to focus your attention on the gentle swaying of the flowers in the late summer breeze, though you found you couldn’t help yourself, involuntarily glancing over at her every so often.

“Y/N?” Brienne’s voice cut through the silence.

“Yes?” You turned to face her, and found she was eyeing you curiously, wringing her hands in her lap.

“Forgive me for being so forward…” her voice trailed off.

“You may ask me anything you like, Brienne.” You shifted in your seat in an inconspicuous attempt to get closer to her, curious at what she could possibly want to ask that had her so on edge.

“You’re a bit… old, not to have found a suitor yet. I wondered why that is. Are the men who have courted you not your liking?” Brienne’s gaze pierced your own, her expression guarded.

You laughed - usually you’d avoided talking of suitors and courtships, so you thought it funny for Brienne to bring it up now.

“I could ask you the same thing. Are you not also a Lady who has yet to be married off, at your age?” You made sure to keep your voice light and teasing, watching Brienne carefully. It was because of this that you didn’t miss the way her face fell.

“It should be quite obvious why I haven’t found a suitable man,” she spat out bitterly. She hesitated for a moment, her voice softening at her next words. “The same cannot be said for a proper Lady such as yourself.”

“It isn’t obvious to me,” you countered quickly, arching an eyebrow at the blonde, whose eyes widened. You could not for the life of you fathom how Brienne hadn’t yet been swept off her feet - sure, she wasn’t the most feminine woman you’d ever come across, but you found her extremely attractive nonetheless. How no one else could see that was beyond you.

Her incredulous gaze spurred you on. “I find you rather dashing, and anyone should be lucky to have you. If you haven’t been properly courted, then it should be through no fault of your own, Lady Brienne.”

The woman next to you was quickly turning scarlet at your words.

“Anyway, my father thinks if he keeps throwing men at me, one of them will catch my eye,” you continued. “I don’t think that’s the case.” It was true - your father had been forcing you into courtships for as long as you could remember, and his disappointment when you - once again - declared another young lord thoroughly ill-suited was palpable.

Brienne cleared her throat, eyes darting around the gardens, unable to meet your gaze. “Surely one of those men must be suitable.”

“I don’t think any man is suitable,” you said confidently. Brienne glanced at you out of the corner of her eye, and you held her gaze.

Please understand me, you pleaded internally.

“Don’t you yearn for the company of another? Do you really wish to spend the rest of your life alone?” Brienne furrowed her brows in confusion, lips pulled down into a soft frown.

You sighed, realizing you needed to be more direct.

“Of course I yearn, Brienne. I would love to share my life with someone. I just don’t wish for that someone to be a man.”

A myriad of emotions flashed across Brienne’s face in real time until, finally, comprehension dawned on her. Her eyebrows shot up into her hairline, lips parting slightly.

“Oh,” she let out a breath.

“Oh,” you teased, chuckling at her reaction to your admission. You placed a hand on her knee, testing the waters, pleased when she didn’t pull away.

“Would you like to come to the tavern with me tonight, Brienne?”

You could feel your heartbeat in your throat as you waited for a reply from the flummoxed blonde.

When she finally spoke, her voice was slightly hoarse. “Of course.”

~~~

Brienne was waiting for you at the castle gates that evening, clad in some of her lighter, more simple armor. She offered her arm to you as you approached and you beamed up at her, receiving a small, almost timid smile in return.

Your fingers grazed over her chest plate. “Is armor really necessary tonight, Ser?” you teased, pleased with the way Brienne’s cheeks went pink.

“I didn’t want to be late by changing, my lady,” she replied softly. “My duties kept me quite busy this afternoon.”

“I tease, Brienne,” you grinned up at her. “Are you ready to go?”

Brienne nodded sheepishly.

You looped your arm around hers and the two of you set off towards town.

In the tavern you ordered ale for yourself and Brienne and settled next to her, closer than you normally would have - closer than you would have, had you not had that conversation with her in the gardens earlier.

Your thigh pressed against Brienne’s and you turned in your seat, half-facing her, so that you could admire her fully. Brienne’s cheeks warmed under your gaze, and you decided right then and there that making Brienne of Tarth blush might be your favorite pastime in the world.

Both the conversation and the drink flowed freely as the night went on, and you were becoming quite tipsy. There was music being played, and the atmosphere was becoming more and more boisterous as patrons were getting up to dance, igniting a giddy excitement within you.

“I think I’m going to dance,” you announced, grinning up at Brienne, squeezing her arm.

Brienne smiled giddily at you, your energy proving to be infectious.

“Would you like to join me?” You prayed she would say yes, imagining how it would feel to have her body pressed against yours, to show everyone in the tavern that you were dancing with the Brienne of Tarth.

“I- I don’t think so, my lady.” Her cheeks turned rosy and she glanced nervously around the dimly-lit room.

Though you could understand the hesitation, your stomach dropped a bit nonetheless.

“Then watch me,” you replied, getting up and beginning to sway to the music until you found your rhythm.

Brienne’s eyes were glued to your body, unable to tear themselves away from the sway of your hips. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the feeling of Brienne’s gaze upon you, but you felt truly free in that moment, confidence bubbling up within you.

You felt someone tap on your shoulder and stilled momentarily, turning to face whomever had interrupted your dancing.

“Care to dance with me?” the woman asked, holding out a hand. You smiled at her, nodding excitedly. It was so much more fun dancing with someone else than it was alone, and the mood in the tavern was infectious.

You didn’t think twice about it when the woman’s hands landed on your hips, pulling you closer to avoid bumping into the other patrons as you danced to the beat of the music, losing yourself in the rhythm.

~~~

Unbeknownst to you, Brienne’s insides grew cold at the odd familiarity of the touch, the warmth of the smile spreading across your face, though she herself could not yet quite pinpoint the reason for her own sense of inner turmoil. It’s not like she could stake any claim over you. You were not hers, you were not anyones. And yet she found herself yearning for that soft smile to be directed at herself, for it to be her hands resting on your hips.

Brienne was not one to yearn, not usually, yet she couldn’t help the wave of sadness that crashed over her entire being as she watched the woman lean over and whisper something in your ear, something that made you laugh. The woman, who was small and beautiful, who had the confidence to ask you to dance, who was everything Brienne could have been if she hadn’t been born in this wretched body; not a lady, nor a knight, but something in between - something far too beastly to catch the eye of a beautiful lady.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away, practically bathing in self-pity and loathing, as she watched you place your arms on the woman’s shoulders, as she watched the woman’s grip on your waist tighten, until it finally became too much to bear and she had to look away.

~~~

You could sense something was off when you left the tavern. Usually, Brienne walked so close to you that you could hold her hand if you wanted to. Now, there seemed to be miles between you.

“Brienne?” you started tentatively, chancing a glance at the blonde who stared straight ahead, lips turned down in a frown, gaze stony.

“Hmm?”

“Is something wrong? Did something happen?” You attempted to close the gap between the two of you, but Brienne pulled away.

“Not at all.” Brienne’s reply was curt, her tone clipped and professional, much like when you’d first met, before you’d become friends. Her change in mood was sobering for you, dulling your excitement.

“Did you not enjoy yourself?” You eyed her carefully, noticing how her brow furrowed.

“I enjoyed myself plenty,” Brienne gritted out.

You searched her face for any hint of emotion other than annoyance, but came up empty. With a sigh, you turned your back to her and continued the walk up to your castle. Brienne’s heavy footfalls followed you all the way to the castle gates.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to come in?” You gave the blonde your best puppy dog eyes, praying she would take the bait. After an evening out amongst crowds of people, you craved the solace that Brienne’s company provided more than she could ever know. The apologetic smile that was creeping its way onto her face, however, made your stomach clench.

“Not tonight. I think we should both get some sleep.”

You frowned. “If you wish. Goodnight, then, Brienne.” You stared into her eyes for a moment longer, then, without thinking, brought your lips to her cheek. When you pulled back, you could see she’d gone pink.

Without waiting for a reply, you turned on your heel and disappeared behind the castle gates. If Brienne could be childish and avoid talking about what was bothering her, then so could you, you thought, your heart heavy as you left Brienne behind.

~~~

Brienne stood rooted to the spot for longer than she cared to admit, mind dazed.

Back in her chambers that night, her fingers trembled as she removed her armor. “Bloody ridiculous,” she murmured into the silence of her room as she fumbled with the straps of her shoulder plate. Brienne of fucking Tarth didn’t struggle with this sort of thing. Brienne of fucking Tarth was independent, self-sufficient. She’d removed her own armor every damn day since she could remember. And yet here she was, reduced to a trembling mess because of some woman. Worse, still, picturing this woman’s small, nimble hands covering her own, helping her remove her armor piece by piece. Then, perhaps, removing her clothing…

But it wasn’t right. It wasn’t proper for her to think of you in such a way, to want your lips to graze her own, or your fingers to touch her in places she’d never been touched by anyone else. She’d found herself thinking about this more often as of late, even allowing herself to succumb to her own desires and pleasure herself, moaning your name in the darkness of her chambers as she tipped over the edge.

Brienne had never met anyone as kind as you. Not just to her - to everyone. Your compassion extended to every being you came across, your face lit up every time you’d speak with someone - even exchanging the most boring of pleasantries seemed terribly important to you. But there was something in the way you’d hold Brienne’s gaze, the way you’d tug at her arm when the two of you were walking together, the way your face would light up like a sunrise when she’d come to visit you, that had Brienne hoping she could be someone special to you - particularly now, after what you’d admitted to her in the gardens.

And you’d kissed her - on the cheek, but still. That had to count for something, right? But it wasn’t her who had danced with you. It wasn’t her who had held you. You’d seemed to like that, to lean into her touch, to come alive as you danced with that woman.

Brienne felt the same wave of sadness wash over her that she’d felt back in the tavern, watching you dance with another. Now that she was alone, hot tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. She was so close to everything she wanted, yet it felt so unattainable. It didn’t matter. You could never feel anything for her - this night had proven that.

Loneliness clawed at her chest as she finished removing her armor before slinking into bed and hugging her knees to her chest, stomach churning as she tried, unsuccessfully, to think of something, anything, but you.

~~~

The following day, Brienne’s duties kept her away from you until evening. When she called on you in your chambers after supper, there was an awkward silence hanging in the air between the two of you as she stood at your door. You wondered who would crack first.

Finally, Brienne spoke. “I apologize if I ruined your evening yesterday. It was not my intention to sour the mood.” Her tone was laced with regret, her eyes unable to fully meet yours.

You breathed out a sigh. “It’s alright. You didn’t ruin my evening, you never could,” you said softly, and Brienne looked at you curiously.

Another tense silence followed.

“Brienne?”

“Yes?”

“I was hoping you’d like to join me for a while tonight? I really missed your company last night.”

“I’m sorry for disappointing you, my lady. I… I would love to join you tonight.”

You nearly squealed in delight, opening the door to your chambers and beckoning Brienne to come in. Her gaze swept over your room, landing on your vanity. In a few short strides she had crossed the room and was examining the potions and powders strewn across the little table.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting company,” you worried your lip between your teeth, rushing to join Brienne. “Let me just clean this up.”

You busied yourself arranging the bottles neatly and putting the powders away in the vanity’s drawer. Brienne picked up one of the bottles, examining it carefully.

“What’s this one?” She looked at you in question and you couldn’t help but grin as a plan formed in your mind.

“Brienne?” Your voice was hesitant, but there was excitement and mischief swirling in your eyes, and the blonde felt her stomach flip. “I could tell you… or I could show you.”

Soft little lines appeared between Brienne’s eyebrows as she mulled your words over in her head. “You don’t mean…?”

“I could do your makeup? But only if you want!” You looked at Brienne with pleading eyes and watched a war of emotions break out on her face.

“I-I suppose…”

You beamed at her, buzzing with excitement as you tugged at her arm, beckoning her to sit on the stool in front of the vanity. She watched warily as you rummaged around for different sorts of potions and powders, before turning your eyes to her and regarding her carefully.

There was a particular scar just above her lip that your eyes got stuck on for a moment. You traced its path, committing it to memory. You didn’t know why, but it seemed terribly important that you remembered exactly how that scar looked in the soft evening light, as Brienne sat before you, waiting for you to begin. Oh. Your eyes snapped back to her own, which watched you questioningly.

“Now, close your eyes and hold still. No peeking until I’m done.” Brienne closed her eyes reluctantly and allowed you to take hold of her chin. You felt her shiver beneath your touch, and it brought a smirk to your face.

Brienne’s skin, despite being slightly scarred from battles, was fairly smooth and clear, so you opted to start with dusting pink, powdery blush on her cheekbones. Brienne startled as the brush you used tickled her face, and you chuckled, holding her jaw firmly in place.

Next came a dark kohl around her eyes, which you applied lightly and smudged with the tip of your finger. Brienne flinched with every touch, causing you to laugh. “Surely a skilled fighter such as yourself isn’t afraid of a tiny brush?” Brienne grumbled, but did her best to stay still after that.

“Can you part your lips for me?” Brienne did as she was told and you painted them red, trying to ignore the way her warm, shallow breaths washed over your face, the fact that her lips were so close to yours, so easy to claim with your own.

You pulled back to admire your masterpiece.

“You can look,” you said, almost shyly, nervous what Brienne might think. She blinked her eyes open and looked in the mirror. Her face was unreadable for a moment as she tilted her head every which way, scrutinizing her own appearance.

“Well?” You waited with bated breath.

“I don’t want you to think I don’t like it…” Brienne started slowly, brow furrowing.

“But you don’t like it?” You bit your lip.

“I… I’ve never worn makeup before. As a girl I was too young and as a woman, well…” Brienne chuckled darkly, turning her face away from the mirror, away from you, but not before you could see the tell-tale sign of unshed tears glazing over her irises.

“Do you want me to take it off?”

“Please,” Brienne murmured, clearing her throat and glancing up at the ceiling as if willing her tears to get back into her head.

You fetched a clean rag and wet it in the basin in the corner of your room before kneeling before Brienne and gently stroking it over her face, wiping away all traces of your artistry.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out.

“Don’t be.” You set the rag down and took her hand in your own, thumb stroking gently over the backs of her knuckles as you looked into her eyes. “I think you’re beautiful. With and especially without the makeup, I might add.”

Brienne scoffed in disbelief. “When I was a girl, my father held a ball. I’m his only living child so he wanted to make a good match for me.” She smiled wistfully and you squeezed her hand, urging her to continue.

“He invited dozens of young lords to Tarth. I didn’t want to go but he dragged me to the ballroom. And it was wonderful. None of the boys noticed how mulish and tall I was. They shoved each other and threatened to duel when they thought it was their turn to dance. They whispered in my ear about how they wanted to marry me and take me back to their castles. My father smiled at me and I smiled at him. I’d never been so happy… Till I saw a few of the boys sniggering, and then they all started to laugh. They couldn’t keep the game going any longer. They were toying with me.”

The bitterness in her voice, the heartbreak written plainly on her face, cracked your heart cleanly in two.

“‘Brienne the Beauty’ they called me. And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive. A great, lumbering beast.”

You stood, rounding the stool Brienne sat on until you stood behind her. She tracked your movements in the mirror, face sullen.

“Lady Brienne of Tarth,” you began, ignoring the heavy sigh Brienne let out at your use of the formal title. “You are a beauty in the truest sense. The most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.” You placed a hand on her cheek and gently coaxed her into looking in the mirror.

“Look at you. The bluest eyes in all of Westeros, brighter than the seas surrounding the Sapphire Isle you call home.” You met her gaze, aware of the fact that she had gone pink and feeling your cheeks heat as well.

“Hair spun from gold,” you continued, carding your hands through her hair. “So soft, so beautiful in the way it frames your perfect cheekbones.” You rubbed your thumb across her cheeks, which were warm under your touch.

“The loveliest lips.” You let out a sigh as your thumb traced the curve of her jaw, brushing against her lower lip.

A beat.

A moment where everything slowed.

You leaned down, as if pulled by some invisible force, towards a stunned Brienne, your lips grazing against hers. They were just as warm, just as soft as you’d imagined them to be.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, your breaths mingling.

Another beat.

You pulled back as you waited for Brienne to catch up to you.

“Don’t be,” came her breathy reply.

You stared at each other for a moment, all the air sucked out of the room. Your heart was hammering erratically in your chest, pounding against your ribcage.

“May I kiss you again?” You licked your lips, already leaning in.

“What about the woman in the tavern?” Brienne could hear her heartbeat in her ears.

“What about her?” You furrowed your brows, not quite following Brienne’s train of thought.

“You… seemed to really enjoy yourself.” She tried not to sound accusatory. Based on the utter confusion written on your face, Brienne realized she must sound ridiculous now, but she had to be sure of your intentions.

“Oh. It… was more about the dancing than the person, Brienne.” You hesitated, eyes wide, silently pleading with her to understand. “I would much have preferred it if it had been you.”

Brienne deliberated for a moment, eyes darting between yours. She seemed to have made up her mind for she lunged forward, lips crashing needily into yours. You moaned when her tongue swiped against the seam of your lips, parting them to allow her entry.

Your hands came up to her hair and you threaded your fingers in the golden locks, pulling her closer by the hair. The whimper that she let out shot straight to your core, a desperate heat traveling throughout all of your limbs.

Large, calloused hands gripped your waist, hard enough to leave bruises. Brienne pulled you down to straddle her lap, your front coming flush against the chest plate of her armor.

When you parted for a moment to catch your breaths, you gazed into Brienne’s eyes, your breath hitching in your chest at the overwhelming lust you were met with.

Testing the waters, you shifted your hips so that your core was pressing into one of her thighs and ground down. A breathy sigh tumbled from your lips at the newly-found friction on your aching clit. Brienne stifled a groan, capturing your lips with hers once more and flexing her thigh instinctively against your sex.

“Brienne… I need you,” you whispered between kisses, hand settling at the nape of her neck.

She pulled back slightly, eyes darting between yours. “I haven’t actually done this before,” she muttered breathlessly, face unreadable.

You couldn’t help the small smile that made its way onto your face. “I haven’t either,” you confessed, cupping her cheek with your hand and tracing her lower lip with your thumb. You pulled at her lip, dragging it down, letting go and watching it snap back into place.

Everything was still for a moment as your breaths mingled. Finally, Brienne spoke, her voice gravelly with desire.

“I need you, too.”

You surged forward to claim her lips, rolling your hips against her thigh as a wave of wetness pooled between your legs at the low timbre of her voice.

“Can I see you?” you asked shyly, fingers playing with the straps of her armor. Her eyes widened a fraction and she nodded, a heavy flush overtaking her face as she brought her fingers up to the very straps you were playing with, brushing against your skin.

“I want to help,” you giggled, your fingers working in time with hers to remove each piece of armor, until only her soft underclothes remained.

You reconnected your lips, pushing yourself into her and moaning as you felt Brienne flush against you, free from the hard, restrictive armor she usually wore.

Brienne’s hands cupped your ass and you yelped as she lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around her torso. She strode over to the bed and set you down, leaning over you, her lips never leaving yours.

“These too?” you murmured, fingers brushing against the hem of her shirt before your hand disappeared underneath it, fingertips dancing across her bare stomach. Brienne pulled back, breathing labored.

You watched Brienne undress, drool practically pooling in your mouth as she exposed her bare skin bit by bit. You were struck by the rippling of her muscles as she removed her clothing, the little freckles on her shoulders, the scars and marks adorning her flesh from battles past. All of these little details you’d never been privy to before, when she was heavily clad in armor. She was even more breathtaking than you could have imagined.

You were suddenly itching to get out of your own dress, to feel her bare skin pressed against yours, and you rushed almost clumsily to slip out of the dress, causing Brienne to suppress a giggle.

“Stop laughing at me and come here,” you pouted, holding out your arms for the taller woman, who settled down next to you.

You pulled her in for a languid kiss, your palms tingling where they rested on the bare skin of her waist. You sucked Brienne’s bottom lip in between your own lips, sucking gently before biting down, dragging her lip between your teeth.

Brienne let out a strangled moan, her hands coming to rest on your hips and dragging you closer. Her skin was deliciously warm pressing against your own and you were overcome with the strongest urge to absolutely devour her.

You placed a plethora of kisses down her throat, down her sternum, before reaching the soft, pillowy flesh of her breasts.

“May I?” You licked your lips and glanced up at Brienne, who gazed down at you, eyes dark with lust. “Yes,” she whispered breathlessly, her confirmation morphing into a whimper as you closed your lips around a rosy nipple, flicking your tongue over the bud and feeling it harden under your ministrations. You moved to her right breast, soothing your tongue over her other nipple until it hardened as well.

Moving lower, your kisses trailed down her stomach. You were fascinated with the way her back began to arch, with the trail of goosebumps erupting wherever your lips met her skin.

You settled between her legs, nudging them apart, hit suddenly with the heavy scent of her arousal which glistened between her folds. You placed a tentative kiss to her mound, nuzzling your nose into the blonde patch of hair at the apex of her thighs, breathing in her scent as your core tightened and a wetness pooled between your own thighs.

You kissed your way down, bypassing her clit and wasting no time in running your tongue through her folds, getting a taste of her. Your groan vibrated against her pussy, causing Brienne to buck her hips up as she whispered a soft “please”, begging to have you where she needed you most.

Your tongue found her clit and you began to draw lazy circles around the bundle of nerves, pleased with the breathy moans you were able to draw from the blonde’s throat.

“You taste so good,” you panted, looping your arms temporarily around her thighs to pull them over your shoulders, giving you better access to her pussy. You switched between licking and sucking her clit, seeing which reactions you could draw from Brienne as her moans grew louder, filthier, and the bucking of her hips became more erratic.

While your tongue ravished the sensitive nub, your fingers began to trace her slit, teasing her entrance. You slipped one finger inside her, surprised at how her walls clenched almost immediately around the digit. You added a second finger, slowly beginning to curl them. Your fingers hit a soft, spongy spot, and you smirked at the groan that slipped past Brienne’s lips.

With every thrust and curl of your fingers, you could feel her thighs tremble more and more, and you blindly reached your free hand out, searching until you felt her hand underneath yours, gripping at the bedsheets for dear life. You freed her hand from its iron grip on the sheets and tangled your fingers between her own, squeezing gently in reassurance. She squeezed back and suddenly her thighs tightened around your head, muffling her cries as you felt her excitement leak out of her and drip down your hand.

Brienne clenched around your fingers as she writhed beneath you, and you continued to pump in and out of her as best you could as she rode out her high. Once her thighs loosened their grip on your head and her hips had mostly stilled, you began to lap up her arousal, cleaning off her folds and her thighs before crawling up to meet her in a sensual kiss.

Her breathing was labored as she wrapped her arms around you, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck.

“Was that alright?” you asked, running your fingers through her hair and pressing a kiss to her hairline.

You felt her nod against your shoulder, a contented sigh passing her lips, her breath washing over your skin. The heat between your legs was growing with each second that Brienne’s fingers traced soft patterns on your hip and you pressed your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the tension. Of course Brienne noticed this, stilling in her ministrations against your hip and gazing up at you through blonde lashes.

Her fingers danced across your skin, moving lower until they brushed against your thigh. You gasped as her fingers found your slick - you’d touched yourself before, of course, but nothing could compare to the way Brienne’s long fingers were grazing against your folds, the way the pad of her thumb began to rub gently over your clit. It felt ten times better than anything you’d ever done to yourself.

Brienne’s lips found the pulse point on your neck and she began to suck, gently at first, then more insistently, until it was almost painful. Then her tongue darted out, warm and velvety, soothing over the spot she’d just marked.

Her fingers brushed against your entrance and you bucked your hips up to meet her just as she slipped two fingers inside, causing you to cry out.

“Does that feel okay?” Brienne’s voice, thick with lust as it was, was laced with a tinge of worry, and sapphire eyes sought yours. You smiled at her, thrusting your hips into her hand as you nodded eagerly.

“Y-yes,” you panted out. “You can- go- deeper.” Your words were cut off by your own moans as Brienne’s fingers curled inside of you, and she took your word for it, thrusting in.

Brienne’s fingers were long and slender, and they somehow expertly managed to hit every nerve-ending inside of you. You could hardly believe it was her first time pleasing a woman - or maybe you were simply that desperate for her, that she could unravel you within minutes, no matter how she touched you. No, you thought as she began to pump her fingers faster, the heel of her palm pressing into your aching clit. She’s definitely just that skilled.

Your thighs began to tremble as every feverish ministration brought forth a pulsating pleasure that rippled through your entire body.

What nearly threw you over the edge was Brienne’s decision to latch onto your nipple, grazing it with her teeth. You let out a strangled moan, arching your back as she nipped and sucked at the hardened bud, her warm tongue soothing over it after every tiny bite.

Your walls clenching around her fingers as you finally came drew a moan from Brienne’s chest and she thrust deeper inside of you. You brought your hands to her head, nails scratching at her scalp as you pulled her, as gently as you could muster in your orgasmic haze, up towards your lips to kiss her.

She pulled her fingers out of you, careful to be slow and gentle, bringing them to her mouth and closing her lips around the digits. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked, never breaking eye contact - it was the most sensual thing you’d ever witnessed, sweetened by the soft whimpering noises she made as your taste hit her tongue.

As she released her fingers with a pop, you lifted a hand to her cheek, caressing the flushed skin. Brienne leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. When she opened them again, you were struck by the tenderness of her gaze, your heart skipping a beat. You hoped Brienne would never stop looking at you like that.

“Let me clean you up,” she said, pushing herself off the bed and going to fetch a clean rag, wetting it in the basin in the corner of your room before coming to rest between your thighs. She dabbed gently at your sex and you hissed as she came in contact with your sensitive folds, your clit. “Sorry,” she murmured, careful to be even more gentle as she cleaned you up, before dropping the rag on the floor - a problem for another time.

You wiggled up the bed until you were comfortable, opening your arms to Brienne who crawled after you and settled by your side. She slung an arm across your waist, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin.

Your own fingers came up to your pulse point, touching the sore mark Brienne had left earlier. She cleared her throat nervously.

“I’m sorry… I wanted to mark you,” she whispered sheepishly. “I-I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“I think I’ve been yours from the moment we met,” you replied truthfully, smiling at the heavy blush that spread across Brienne’s cheeks.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as sleep threatened to claim you both.

“Brienne?” you whispered.

“Yes?” Her voice was heavy with sleep, you could tell she was fighting to keep herself awake.

“Will you stay the night?” Your nervousness must have been evident in your voice, for Brienne’s lips were upon yours in a second, her arm tightening possessively around your waist.

“Of course, my lady. I would like nothing more.”

You tucked your head under her chin, sighing contentedly as you felt Brienne’s breathing even out, becoming deeper, as her fingers stopped moving and her arm became heavier across your middle.

This was where you would like to spend eternity, you thought, as you snuggled closer to her. There was no one in the world whose arms you would rather be in.

huge shoutout to @afeatherformills as well as my girlfriend for helping me out with this and beta-ing <3

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yellowhollyhock · 2 months

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fireworks!!

gonna try writing the mutant mayhem kiddos! this one’s a fluffy piece none angst ❤️

tw embarrassing teenage crush and teasing about it (Leo’s on April).

Raph banged on the bathroom door. “Come on, Leo, we have to go now if we want to get a good seat.”

“This is our first time watching in person,” Leo called back. “I wanna make a good impression, Raph!”

“A good impression on who?” Donnie glanced up from his phone. He’d thrown on a hoodie hours ago and camped out on the couch while the rest of them got ready. “People don’t go to firework shows to watch each other.”

Mikey poked his head out of his bedroom. “He just wants to make a good impression on April.”

Raph grinned, reaching over to give Mikey a fist bump. Donnie ooohed.

“That is enough, boys,” Master Splinter fussed over Mikey’s crooked beanie. “I know the humans are nicer now, but we still have to be very careful how we present ourselves.”

Raph didn’t care. He didn’t care if by some bizarre twist of fate humans hated him after tonight.

He was going to see fireworks in person for the first time ever. Usually they’d watch Time Square on the tv for New Years Eve, but tonight April had invited them to to watch with her from the pier.

Finally, Leo came out if the bathroom. He wore a tucked in button up shirt and a bowtie.

He rubbed his arm nervously. “Do I look stupid?”

Raph and Mikey exchanged looks.

It wasn’t that he didn’t value Leo’s dignity, but there’s only so much you can do, you know?

“You look great,” he lied. “Let’s go let’s go let’s go.”

“I don’t know what the big rush is,” Donnie finally out his phone down. “There’s already gonna be a crowd, you know.”

“We gotta have time to get snacks before it starts!” Mikey bounced excitedly in place.

“April’s expecting us in,” Leo checked his phone, “Fifteen minutes.”

With a little more arguing and a lot more chaos, they were out if the sewers walking through the streets. The little family huddled close with hats and hoodies pulled snug—except for Raph. He couldn’t help bounding ahead a bit, and let his unzipped jacket flap in the cold wind.

“What took you guys so long?” April demanded, shifting from foot to foot to keep herself warm. A crooked smile kept them from taking her impatience too seriously.

Raph scurried to get a spot on the blanket she’d set out. “Have they started yet?”

“It’s not even dark yet, Raph,” Donnie settled down next to him.

He groaned. “First Leo and now the Sun? Why does everything take so long?”

He got a few scattered laughs instead of an answer. Leo sat down on his other side—next to April, which would be why he was sitting so stiffly—and Mikey plopped himself behind them, leaning on their shells.

“Who’s gonna come with me to get snacks?”

Raph let the world shuffle around him as snacks were obtained and the family repositioned. He half-listened to April and Donnie exchange stories about school. He distantly sympathized with Mikey’s noises of disgust and alarm when Splinter greeted Scumbug. His eyes were on the sky.

It was worth the wait, when Leo pointed and Mikey grabbed his wrist. He stood up for a better view, hearing it whistle but seeing nothing. It rose in pitch, and he followed the sound, until

BOOM

Gold and red scattered across the sky, crackling like cereal and slowly fading until only smoke was left.

Raph cackled. Splinter smiled fondly at him. Mikey laughed with him. Donnie leaned against him in silent solidarity.

“This is nice,” Leo said softly.

And it was nice—sitting together in the nighttime air, unworried about the groups gathered around them. But it was so much more than nice. The variety of colors, the smells of smoke and popcorn and traffic, the ultimate satisfaction of hearing and watching the buildup and inevitable release—

It was exhilarating.

#ngl i don’t know how firework shows operate in big cities #tmnt #mm tmnt #mm raph #march for raph #yellow writes

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80's makeout session ✧ Eddie M. x fem!reader

*✧ —Summary: When you find your best friend Eddie making out with a scantly-clad pirate at Robin’s Halloween party, you’re crushed. Even worse, he’s all to excited at lunch the next week to proudly announce the’re dating. But when he shows up at your house with a broken heart and a black eye, you realize things aren’t as hopeless as they seem. Does he love you after all?

*✧ — Content Warnings: Some angst, Friends to Lovers!, Cursing, Reader wears a dress, Oblivious! Eddie and Oblivious! Reader, Petnames, Robin & Steve.

*✧ —Word Count: 6,679

A/N: Eddie and Steve are NOT friends. Reader works in a shoe store. Summary by the lovely @eddie-van-munson thank you so much !!

“Have you picked out a costume yet?” You said as you reached your arm to turn down the volume on the radio cassette. Eddie was sitting next to you on the roof of your garage. It was an autumn day, you were enjoying the sunset more than ever because of the cool air and the fragrance of the season, but mostly because of the companion you were with.

“What for, tangerine?” Eddie asks as he pulls out a cigarette from its box and lights it carefully, protecting the flame with his hand. Tangerine was one of his favorite names to call you, you haven’t told him but it was one of your favorites too.

“You are kidding right? I told you! Robin’s having a Halloween party this Friday!” You were whining a little “She’s even having a fortune teller!” You exclaim, grabbing him by his leather jacket and turning him a little towards you.

“Geez baby, I can read your fortune” He exhales the smoke putting his head back before he continues “It says you’re a nerd!” He lets out a happy grin, apparently feeling very proud of his joke and he leans back, stretching out his legs and supporting himself on his elbows to continue smoking.

You feel the heat going up your cheeks, he has never called you baby before, that was new. You could totally let him call you nerd everyday if he is going to call you baby too. You've been hiding for so long the feelings you have for him, that him just lying there on your roof looking so pretty has made you totally forget about the sunset. “Wait! What about your costume?” you asked when you noticed you didn’t even get an answer.

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“I heard the houses here give out huge candy bars” Eddie chuckled as he drove to Robin’s place. The streets leading to her house were full of kids wearing all kinds of costumes, little and big carved pumpkins everywhere you look, and almost every porch was lit up with Halloween lights. It was quite a nice neighborhood.

You finally convinced him to go as Jack Torrance from The Shining, he was wearing one of his uncle Wayne checkered shirt and his red jacket, so he was pretty much dressed as his uncle instead but with an axe twist. And since you picked his costume, naturally he has to pick yours. You were wearing a black lantern long sleeve dress, plaited right just below your breast and combat boots, he ruffled your hair, made you wear red lipstick and said you were a vampire.

“If you ever get scared, you can hold my hand, vamp” he tilts his head to the side, offering his arm for you to hold when you jump outside of his van.

“I don’t think people will get my costume, at least you have an axe” you told him, holding his arm and feeling like his girlfriend for a moment. The truth is, you thought he would pick a much scarier costume for you, but you actually feel cute in it.

“Hey you didn’t want to wear the stockings; they were the most important part!” He grinned and those little dimples appeared on his face.

You smiled and gently nudged him with your shoulder. “Shut up, butthead”.

The house was a little more crowded than you thought it would be, after all it was Robin's party but you quickly connect the dots, people spread the word that Steve Harrington was going to be there. But that didn’t stop you from having a great time at the party, Eddie ran to chase Dustin with his axe around the house the moment he saw him and Robin was the first one to compliment your costume and you told her that hers was the coolest “Thanks I stole everything from Steve” she said. After having a few drinks and sharing small talks with your classmates Eddie told you he was going outside to have a smoke and disappeared for an hour.

Not that you were not having fun anymore, but at some point, you started to miss Eddie, you rolled up your sleeve to look at your watch and saw that it was almost time to leave, so you started gazing at the crowd for a familiar bulk of hair. You saw Robin laughing her ass off with some of her friends from the band, Steve hitting on some girls and not too many feet apart, you even saw Nancy Wheeler kissing the camera boy Byers, but no sight of your friend.

“Hey, Robin, have you seen Eddie?” You asked when you approached the girl wearing the Pete Maverick costume. You took a sip of your drink as you waited for her response.

“Yeah… I think I saw him going upstairs…” She replied, you nodded and turned around to start looking again “Hey, tell him upstairs is off limits please!” You heard her yell at you when you were at the bottom of the stairs about to carefully jump over the little rope with the clear "off limits" sign hanging from it.

You didn’t find Eddie in the firsts rooms, nor in the bathroom, if he was indeed upstairs, he was going to be in the last room down the hall, so you head to the door finally sure he was going to be inside.

“Eddie? Are you ready to…”? You froze in your spot when you opened the door. You finally have found Eddie but he wasn’t alone, he was sitting in a bed and fully making out with some girl dressed as a slutty pirate. Instantly you feel nauseous and a big weight dropping at the bottom of your stomach and Eddie didn’t even notice you there until you dropped the red cup you were holding.

“Oh, Hi Vamps!” He said when he finally stepped aside from the girl’s face. “I guess… Here's someone I want you to meet…”

You slammed the door loudly when you finally regained control of your body but you stood still holding the knob on the other side unable to move again. What the fuck was that? You felt your whole world turning upside down in what seemed like an eternity, but the truth was that everything had happened in mere seconds. “Y/N?” You let go of the door knob when you heard your name on the other side, and began to run towards the exit.

You were breaking slowly as you ran downstairs, you knew this day would come, someone would eventually notice how delightful Eddie was, how fun he was to be around, and how charming and thoughtful he can be. You just wished it would happen when you were no longer around.

You knocked down the off-limits sign when you ran towards the exit door with your head down. You were a step away when your head hit what could only be a boy's chest, you look up and with the tears about to burst blurring your vision you try to see who it is

“…” Steve Harrington was standing there holding the door knob apparently ready to leave as well. He took a look at your face and sighed as he spoke “Yeah, I couldn’t stand it anymore, either”

You ended up in Steve’s car. You know exactly how Eddie feels about him, “the rich prick who has it all” you could hear Eddie’s voice in your head. But Steve just offered you a ride home, and you definitely are not going home in the van.

“It looks like I won’t be the only one here crying tonight, huh?” Steve said softly as an empathic smile appeared on his face. “You ok?” he asked, frowning and tilting his head down trying to see your face.

“I… I just saw E-Eddie with…with…” With who? Who the hell was she?

“The pirate chick? Yeah I saw them going upstairs a while ago"

A while ago? How long have they been doing that?

“I feel sick” you speak in a muted tone, covering your face with your hands.

“Yeah, I know exactly how…”

“No! I’m not figuratively speaking!” You barely managed to say those words before you opened the car door and threw up on the pavement.

“Thank you for not doing that inside” he sighed in relief while putting one hand on his chest and the other on top of the steering wheel.

You shrank in your seat and stared out the window as Steve drove to your house. He knew your address from driving Robin to your house a couple of times. You cross your arms over your chest and try really hard not to sob in front of Steve. You failed miserably. It wasn’t the first time Eddie’s attention was focused on a girl, he is a guy after all, but it was the first time you saw him with someone, and you beg to stop seeing it every time you close your eyes.

You need to let go of this unrequited love and you swear that you’ve tried, but every time he sees you with those big doe eyes, your heart skips a beat. And it’s been like that since the first time he called you sweetheart.

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“Honey, It’s for you!” You hear your mom's voice downstairs and you get up from your self-pity puddle in your bed and drag your feet to your bedroom door. It's the morning after all the shit that's happened and you don't feel like talking to anyone.

“Who is it, mom?” You ask, heading downstairs. But your mom was already in the kitchen humming Girls Just Want to Have Fun as she does the shores you were supposed to be doing.

“What the hell Y/N? I was supposed to take you home last night! Where were you?” Eddie exclaims, as soon as you put the phone in your ear. You instantly tighten your hand around the handset and feel the bubbling anger going up your throat.

“You were too busy Eddie!” You spat, your voice dripping venom “Steve Harrington gave me a ride, not that it's any of your business by the way” Your head was throbbing painfully, it was too early to be having this conversation.

“That douchebag took you home?” he asks, totally ignoring the first part of what you just said. “And what the hell do you mean? Of course, you are my business, tangerine” He wasn’t mad, he was worried about you. “He didn’t pull any of his bullshit with you, didn’t he?”

“You don’t know him, Eddie!” You yelled at him, and hung up the phone.

Between the hangover and the headache, there shouldn't be room to feel guilty about snapping at him like that but how come that was the first thing you feel after hanging up.

The truth was you didn’t really know Steve either, almost throwing up in his car and a hell of an awkward ride back home was the longest interaction you'd had with him. Although he was pretty kind with you and he's probably not used to having crying girls as his co-pilot.

You spend your weekend cleaning your room, and doing chores and homework, all with a hollow feeling in your chest, and trying just to feel a little better you painted your nails your favorite color. That didn’t help as much as you wanted it to. You were still feeling frustrated and confused by what you saw, was he really that bored with you at the party?

Finally, Sunday afternoon the phone rang again.

“It’s for you again” Your mom says. “It’s the charming boy” She whispers to you perhaps a little too loudly to your liking. She hands you over the handset and when you are about to take it she quickly pulls it back to her “Say hi to your Uncle for me, will you Edward?” You can hear Eddie reply something “Thank you! … Oh? She is fine, a little grumpy… … isn’t she?”

“Mom! The phone please” You ask a little embarrassed.

“Hey” He speaks softly, his voice sounding almost apologetic.

“Hey” You murmur, not sure what to say next.

“So…Can I come over tonight?”

“…” You were a little surprised, you didn't expect to see him until tomorrow at the school where you were planning to apologize for hanging up on him.

“Y/N?”

“Sure, I miss your stupid face” You finally said with a big relieved smile on your face.

You went to the store on your bike to buy Eddie's favorite snacks anticipating he would bring a movie to watch, it was his time to choose so you were expecting a slasher. You were waiting in your bed listening to one of the many cassettes that Eddie had lent you, when you heard him knock at the front door, your mom welcomed him cheerfully and told him that you were in your room.

“I knew you would like Stevie Nicks!” He chuckled as he entered your room.

“Just this-“

“Just like the white winged dove!” He interrupted you, he was already singing and pretending the VHS on his right hand was the mic. “Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing, ooh baby, ooh said ooh! '' Eddie sang, throwing his head back and clutching his left hand to his chest. He was wearing his denim jacket, a Metallica t-shirt half tucked in a pair of blue jeans torn at one knee, a red plaid shirt tied at his waist, and his usual white reeboks.

You let out a laugh “Please continue”

“That’s the only part I know” He shrugged and grinned at you. Boy do you miss the dork. You had to resist the urge to go hug him. You didn’t want to think about it, but you figured your relationship couldn’t be the same if he was dating someone. Was he?

“You ready?” He asks, tilting his head to the side and pointing at the VHS on his hand.

“Freddy? Again?” You complain, trying really hard not to think about last Friday. If Eddie is not going to mention it then you for sure wouldn’t either.

“Oh no sweets, this one is the second part” He told you, then got down on his knees to put the video on the VCR. “This shit is not rewound all the way!” Eddie tsked and ejected the video. “It’s not that difficult!” He mumbled to himself as he reached into his jeans pocket for the Swiss Army knife his uncle gave him for his birthday to finish rewinding the tape.

“Was Steve at the Family Video?” You asked without really thinking, you couldn't remember if you had thanked the guy for the drive when you got out of his car in tears, so over the weekend you had thought about going to the store to do it.

Eddie clenched the knife at the very mention of his name but you didn’t realize it. “Nah, it was some other guy” he answers, finally getting ready the movie.

You heard his vague reply and you climbed down from the bed and sat on the floor with your back leaning against the side of the mattress, as you were staring at Eddie you noticed that his bangs were starting to get in the way of his eyes when he's crouched down in front of the TV.

“Hey, do you want me to cut your bangs this week?” You question him when he was crawling to you to sit at your side.

“Sure thing, sweetheart. I’ll appreciate it” He looked at you over his shoulder and felt a little heat rise to his face, then he grinned when you met his eyes.

When he looks at you like that, what did he expect? To you not to fall in love? Yeah right.

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You went to school the next day feeling much better, Eddie had not said a word about a girl and he wasn’t at all mad at you for leaving at the party. That part was a little weird for you but you didn’t care, as long as he wasn’t dating anyone without telling you. After all, he wouldn’t do that, the boy tells you everything.

You were late for lunch at the cafeteria because you went to return a book at the library, and when you finally arrived you tighten your grip on the food tray when you looked down at the hellfire table. Your heart aches at the sight of someone sitting in your usual place right next to Eddie. It was her, the pirate chick playing around with Eddie’s hair. You hesitate whether to sit with them or not, but you only have to look around to see that you have nowhere else to sit.

“Great, now that we are all together” Eddie started to speak the moment you took a seat and left the food tray on the table. “I want to introduce you to someone, this is Rachel, I met her at Robin’s Halloween party…”

“Great party, isn’t y/n?” Dustin turned his head towards you to talk to you as Eddie continued talking to everybody. He was sitting next to you at the other end of the table.

“Yeah, great…” You answer full of bitterness as you take a bite of your suddenly super dry sandwich. Stupid Halloween party, I didn’t even want to go in the first place.

“… she plays bass and she’s even repeating senior year too”

“Shocker” you speak under your breath, luckily Dustin is the only one that hears you.

“…anyway what I’m pathetically trying to say is…” Eddie speaks as you take a sip of your yoohoo wondering why he is suddenly acting so nervous.

“We are dating!” Rachel interrupts and puts both of her hands on top of the hand of Eddie, while showing all her perfect teeth in a big smile.

You choked with the chocolate milk and started coughing loudly trying to understand what she just said and trying to breathe again.

“You ok, tangerine?” Eddie stretches his neck trying to see as far as where you were sitting.

“Tangerine? That’s a silly name, isn’t it?” She laughed covering her mouth with one hand.

“Uh… yeah, it’s just a dumb name I came up with” Eddie teased with her.

That right there was your cue to leave.

“You are an asshole, you know that?!” You shout at him when you stand up and storm out of the cafeteria.

“Shit…” Eddie mutters when you go away. Your other friends at the table just stared at you with surprise and shared awkward glances with each other once you left.

You spend the rest of the classes zoned out and not putting attention at all to what your teachers are saying. Did you just make a scene at the cafeteria? That wasn’t a surprise for the school, coming from the hellfire table, of course, but you never thought you'd join that specific club.

After class you stayed at school to watch the band practice at the field. It was a little chilly but you figured your sweater was thick enough. You sit in the bleachers and watch from a distance as the band marches on. We are dating! her high-pitched voice echoes in your head and you feel the jealousy in your gut. Just a dumb name I came up with, you heard his voice next and just hurts. You thought you knew him better than that, why didn't he mention anything to you last night?

You put your face in your hands and sighed with exasperation.

“Alright, who am I beating up?” The familiar voice pulls you out of sinking back into the cave of sadness, you look at her through your fingers.

The girl with the band uniform was standing in front of you with her hands on her waist.

“Is he being a dipshit again?”

“A total dipshit” You mutter cleaning your face with the sleeves of your sweater. “You got time?” She nods, you sigh and begin to tell her the summon version of what happened that weekend from the party and up until this morning.

“That dingus! You don’t deserve that shit!”

“… I thought I was his best friend” You tried to smile at Robin, she smiled at you too and reached her arm to grab your hand. “You’ll be okay with time, believe me, I know”

“Thank you, Robin” You put your other hand in hers and gently pat it before letting go.

“Oh shit, Steve! Just give me a minute to change…!” She did a little jump when he saw Steve coming to the bleachers.

“C’mon Robin, we’ll be late again” He complained, and took a seat at your side, resigned to wait.

“Sorry I got a little distracted… just wait!” She turned back and began to run through the field “both of you!” you heard when she slowed down to get some breath.

Robin left you alone with Steve before you could say anything. You immediately felt a little embarrassed and shrugged your shoulders and smirked at him. “Hi, Steve”

“Hey, Y/N are you feeling better?” He gently puts his hand over your shoulder.

“Erm…” You struggle to reply “Honestly? Everything sucks right now…” You sigh “But hey… I was meaning to tell you thank you for the ride the other night, I am so sorry for making it that uncomfortable for you” You talked looking at the grass in front of you, arms crossed and shrugging in the cool autumn breeze.

“Don't worry about it, believe me I've had worse rides in my car” He answers, while rubbing the back of his neck. "Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?" He offers it to you nonchalantly, Robin never told you how nice Steve was, maybe things would be a lot easier if you fall in love with a guy like him, but instead you longed for a guy who smells like smoke too often and sells weed to high schoolers. But also, can soothe you with one word of him and makes you feel safe and above all understood whenever you are near him.

You hesitate but finally accept the jacket. He takes it off and hands it over to you, still warm. Its scent was very different from Eddie's jacket as you can tell immediately. Steve smelled like some expensive cologne and something else that you couldn't quite tell what it was.

“It suits you” You look at him, he looks pleased and puts his hand through his hair. Hairspray, it was hairspray.

“Thank you” The two of you saw Robin rushing to get to you. You both get up and start walking towards the parking lot.

“Y/N, are you going to work at the shoe store this afternoon?” Robin asked once she caught up to you. “Want a ride?”

“Shit, I totally forgot! I wasn’t supposed to, but they are doing inventory and they need all the hands…. Shit! Shit!” You cursed, tapping your temple with your fist.

“What is it?” The girl raised an eyebrow. “We’ll take you…”

“No…My mom's car is in the shop… she can’t pick me up after! I was going to ask… Eddie…” There it was the hollow feeling in your chest again.

“I can take you home again”

“Really?” Said robin and you in unison, turning to look at Steve.

“Sure, the shoe store isn’t that far from the family video, I’ll be there once your done” Said Steve like it really wasn’t that big of a deal.

“Oh, thank you thank you thank you! You are such a good guy Steve! I promise I won’t cry this time” You praised and they both laughed.

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Doing inventory was so boring but at least it keeps you distracted from your intrusive thoughts about Eddie and whatever he was doing with his girlfriend. “Rachel” you mumble, doing a grin of disgust. What is it about me that isn't good enough? There have been days when you were almost sure Eddie shared your feelings, but then he would do something like make you sniff his armpit and reduce you to being just his friend again, in fact maybe just “one of the guys”.

The manager gave you the task of closing the store while he retired earlier, justifying himself by saying he had a life. "Yeah, enjoy it for me," you replied when he left you alone in the store. You were still wearing Steve’s jacket when you step out of the store, good thing you did because outside it was too cold for your liking. “Stupid keys!” you murmur, struggling to lock the front door.

“Need a hand?”

You froze, clenching the keys. His honey voice never failed to comfort your heart, even if he was the reason your heart ached in the first place.

“What are you doing here, Eddie?” You confronted him once you turned around.

“I called and your mom told me where you were…” He was standing leaning against the front of the van with his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. “Y/N, what happened?” He stops looking at your face for a second and notices the jacket you are wearing. "Wait, whose jacket is that?" he asked frowning, but he knew well whose it was, he had seen him wearing it on several occasions.

"My mother shouldn't have told you shit... … I'm tired Eddie, just go home..." More than tired you were worried you’d snap at him like you've been doing recently. You can’t handle jealousy without also being angry at him for not telling you anything.

“C’mon, Tangerine” He leaves the van behind and walks towards you.

“Don’t call me that!” He stopped his walk dead in his tracks when you shouted out “I hate your stupid pet names; I've always hated them!”

“I-I thought that...”

“You thought wrong!”

Your soul ached to see Eddie so confused, his brown eyes staring at you almost without recognizing you. You saw that he was about to say something else when you heard a different voice next to you.

“Is everything okay?” Steve was standing on the sidewalk for God knows how long and looked at you a little concerned.

“Yeah, Steve… we're done… so done” You pronounce and walk over to Steve, leaving Eddie behind.

Once again you ended up in Steve's car, trying not to break your promise and cry on him one more time. Your whole body was tense and you rub your palms on your thighs trying with all your might to focus only on your breathing.

“Did I ever tell you the time I was pulled over for speeding?” Steve's voice pulled you out of the spiral of self-loathing into which you were about to sink.

“What?”

“Well, it wasn’t the first time but this particular time…”

“Is it the time you were about to shit yourself?”

“What! Robin told you?! I- I wasn’t even going to tell you that story!”

Surprisingly to you, you were laughing with him. In fact, it hadn't been Robin, it had been Dustin but you let Robin take the blame this time. You sigh, leaving the laugh behind and put your hands together while fidgeting with your thumbs and breathe in slowly, you are pretty sure you’ve fucked up big this time and you’ve just ended your friendship with Eddie. He won’t talk with you like nothing happened tomorrow at school, hell, he probably won't talk to you at all again. Without realizing the tears starting rolling down your face. You try to hide it by turning your head to the side to put your belt on but for your bad luck it gets stuck.

“Here, let me…” Steve leans into your seat and reaches around you to pull the belt and loosen it. "There" he says as he buckles it for you.

Steve didn't try to make you laugh again on the way home, instead he drove quietly to your house giving you time to recover.

He knew well what you were feeling and sympathized with you.

When you get home, you go straight to your bedroom window and open it all the way. There you realize that you didn't return Steve's jacket, you take it off with disdain and throw it on your bed. You wish hard that it was Eddie's leather jacket, the one he was wearing when you went to see him for the first time at the Hideout, the one he wore when he gave you a taste of your first joint, the one he wore when he defended you from the bullies at school and the one he was wearing tonight when you said you were done with him.

You sit down on the floor and lean against the window sill, silently yearning to hear the familiar sound of the engine of the van you adore.

You fall asleep on the floor and wake up in the morning feeling a little under the weather so you decide to skip school, you wanted to go see Eddie but you weren’t feeling ready just yet. You went down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and stared at the muffin pan a little too long when you opened the kitchen cabinet to grab the glass.

“Hey, sunshine! What are you up to?” He said as he walked through the kitchen door. You were at the counter next to the kitchen sink, mixing batter with a wooden spoon. “Sorry to intrude but my shitty neighbors were cursing at each other again and got tired of it” He added when he walked towards you and leaned his arm on the sink to support his body on it and be closer to you.

“You know you don’t have to apologize for coming Eddie” You spoke, turning your body towards him. “I’m making your favorite, double chocolate muffins, I am almost done”

“You are gonna make me gain some weight, tangerine!” He beamed and reached out to grab the spoon from you and lick the batter of it.

“Don’t worry about that, just make sure you share with your uncle this time” You grinned at him, remembering the last time you made him brownies and he told you he ate the whole batch without realizing it while he worked on his d&d campaign.

You turned your back on Eddie and looked for the muffin pan near the oven and started putting the cupcake liners on it, you finished your task and realized your friend was oddly quiet behind you. You turned your head towards him and saw him sitting quietly on the counter still eating the mix.

“Hey! Quit eating the batter, or well have no muffins at all” You demanded while rushing towards him to grab the spoon from him.

He smirked at you. “Wait! You… sorry, you just got a little something on your face” He gently holds your chin up while he wipes your face with his other hand. You stood there unsure of what to do, he had brought his face unnecessarily close to yours and you can feel his breath on yours. His big brown eyes looked into yours and for a moment his gaze lowered to your lips. “A-All good!” He stuttered when he felt his face getting hot, he sat up straight and brought his arms to his waist while avoiding your eyes.

“T-thank you” You mumbled getting back to finish the muffins.

Sometimes you think you imagine things, that you exaggerate your memories making them seem better than they were, fooling yourself sometimes. But what if it wasn't that way? What if he was as scared as you were to step forward with you? With all the feelings that have been haunting you these past few days, you wish you could ask him, but it was a little too late, now he's with that cute girl and you're about to cry over a muffin pan.

Robin called you to check on you in the afternoon and you made sure to tell her you were just fine as you don’t want to bother her again with your sad girl pity party. She was such a good friend to you. A friend. Wait, you could still be his friend! So what if he was with that girl? you can bite the bullet and carry on with your friendship. You are more than willing to let your feelings die as long as you still can be near him.

You made up your mind to go to his trailer before school but you remembered it was Tuesday, so he’ll be at Gareth’s getting ready to go to the Hideout at night. You figured you couldn’t go to the bar since your mom’s car was still at the shop, and it was way too far to bike there at night. Fuck

You made up a thousand plans to get there but none of them were good or even realistic, calling Steve and asking him to give you a ride was the best one of all, but you couldn't force yourself to pick up the phone and call Robin to ask for his number, you decided it was better to let the poor guy rest from you.

“Ugh, c’mon…” You grunted, letting yourself fall heavily on your bed, and you didn't know at what point you fell asleep.

A little clicking noise wakes you up from your sleep, you slowly straighten up in your bed and half asleep you can't figure out what it's, but it sounds like hitting a glass with something metal. You jump out of bed quickly and wipe your cheek with your forearm before going straight to your window.

It was dark, you couldn’t see his face, but there he was kneeling over your window.

“Hey, Tan… I mean Y/N” he softly speaks.

“Eddie come in, what’s going on?” you stepped back to give him space to jump inside your room. “Let me turn on the lights…”

“No, wait!” He suddenly grabs your wrist to stop you from doing so. “Just your night stand lamp, please”

You nodded and did as he told you, and you loudly gasped when the light from your lamp hit his face. He was injured, his left eyebrow was bleeding and the blood was running to his eye forcing it closed, his lower lip was swollen and also bleeding a little from the corners of his mouth.

“Eddie! What happened?! Did you have an accident?!” You exclaimed as you examined your friend looking for another injury or trace of a car accident.

“No, relax… it was a fight…” He stated rubbing the nape of his neck.

“What? With who?” Your thoughts immediately went to the hard looking guys and drunks that used to hang around at the Hideout a lot.

He hesitates “Rachel dumped me…”

At first you thought it was a lie.

“She did this to you?!”

“No way!... turns out she wanted to make his ex-boyfriend jealous and who better than the loveless freak, right?” He said without making eye contact with you, instead he kept his hand on the back of his neck and shifted his weight between his feet.

“Oh, Eds… wait here…”

You rushed out of your room to go to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, you didn’t consider yourself as a violent person but right now you swear if you ever see that little pirate brat near Eddie again you will slap her in the face, with a chair.

When you returned Eddie was sitting on your bed, you approached him and dragged the chair from your desk to sit in front of him and began to clean his wounds without saying a word. You were wiping the blood from his injuries trying not to stare at him, although it wouldn't have mattered because he, with his eyebrows frowned, was staring at the floor.

Eddie didn't know where to start, he felt he had to tell you so many things, but also that he had lost the right to say them. He didn't even care that much about the whole thing with Rachel, he was more upset that he was being used in such a pathetic way. Besides, to be honest with himself, she herself was a distraction for him. A distraction from how you were making him feel, even now with you cleaning his wounds and trying to make him feel better, he felt something in his chest. He felt a heaviness ever since you called him an asshole in the cafeteria and a bitterness on his tongue when he saw Steve bend over you in his car. That prick. He clenched his hands on his thighs as he remembered the image and looked over his shoulder, there's that damn jacket on your pillow again!

“It's not enough that he has it all, now he's actually stealing you!” He tsked with anger when he quickly stood up.

“What? What are you talking about?” You said looking up totally confused, the bloodstained cotton still in your hand.

“I am talking about Steve! You are with him now!”

“I am not…” You stated while slowly getting up from your chair.

“Don’t lie to me! I saw you in his car last night!” He shook his head and his hands tightened into fists again.

“What? You followed us to his car?!”

“Of course I fucking did!” He exposed, totally frustrated.

“And what if I am? You started dating Rachel first, you know?” There was jealousy and anger again stuck deep in your throat. “What was wrong with you all of a sudden? How badly had you been hit? What does it matter if I am with Steve?”

“Because…you!... Because I can’t compete with him!!”

“What?” Your heart skipped a beat, could it be?

“I mean, shit! … he can take you places I can't afford to go…” he mumbled the last part as he settled down on your bed again. He ducked his head and looked down at his empty hands through his bangs. “You deserve so much better than me… Everything I touch I fucking ruin! and what If I hurt you?”

“Eddie, can you look at me, please?”

You had to blink down your tears when he lifted his head to you, those big eyes gazed back at you, he looked like nothing more than a wounded puppy, with his hair in a mess and traces of the fight still on him. You covered your mouth with your hand when he suddenly stood up and leaned closer to you.

“If I could be a different person, I promise, I would be” He said “but I can't bear the thought of losing you because I've been a stupid selfish jerk and wanted you all to myself…” He had finally pulled that plug and was telling you everything whether he had the right to say it or not. “Cause I rather go fucking blind, than let you down Y/N”

You looked at him not believing what you just heard, he wanted me all to himself, you smiled underneath your hand still in your mouth but he couldn't see it. He was looking at you with his lips pressed together and not sure if he wanted any response from you.

“Eds…would you go on a date with me?” You said calmly as you removed your hand.

“Wait, what? Did you not hear what I …”

“I hear, so, would you?” You were more than sure that he was more than enough for you, so from now on you had to let him know.

“Shit! I’d love to!” He shrugged his shoulders and for the first time since he came through the window you could see the hints of a smile on his face. You smiled back at him and wrapped your arms around him slowly, trying not to hurt him. “Y/N, one more thing…” He said into your ear as he held you tighter.

“Hmm?”

“Can I go back and call you my tangerine?”

*✧ — Epilogue! —✧*

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Taxi Driver

Rating: SFW 18+

Word count: 1479

Warnings: Crimes (duh), creepy dudes, mention of murder, mention of weapons, the general feeling of being stalked

Summary: You're a taxi driver in Gotham City with a special side-hustle: Getaway driver. Late one Halloween night, you get a call to pick someone up and you're sucked into a plot you couldn't escape even if you wanted to.

A/N: This is a prequel of sorts to my one-shot "Whereabouts" (NSFW) which you can find by clicking the corresponding tag or here: https://at.tumblr.com/enbyonmandalore/whereabouts/5nitzdf8v1oc

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Taxi Driver

October 31st, 11:45 PM

Just another Thursday night.

Not a single call had come in during the last three hours. Guess the other drivers are getting all the action., you thought to yourself. Neither your colleagues, nor your boss had radioed you yet, so while pulling into an empty parking lot, you fumbled your phone from your pocket and opened Candy Crush. You were well aware of the danger this put you in -yes, car-jacking or whatever the cops called it these days was still a thing-, but you weren't all too worried. All the bad guys were busy robbing corner stores and vandalizing shit tonight; nobody would pay attention to you. Still, you kept a second phone hidden on you for emergencies. Halloween in Gotham always went crazy.

Honestly, you enjoyed sitting in the dark for about half an hour, playing Candy Crush and not wasting expensive gas. Driving around was fun and all, but sometimes it got boring. Like, really, really boring. Driving fast was more your style, which is why you'd become a taxi driver in the first place, but your pay was barely enough to get by. So when your boss had offered you to join the "Driver's Association" for some much-needed extra cash, you hadn't really thought twice. Turns out you had become a getaway driver for pretty much any criminal in Gotham City then and there.

Well shit, if that's the only way to make rent and fund college and not starve... Then so be it!, had been your thoughts. It really wasn't too big of a deal. It's not like you were actively participating in the crimes, you just waited for a bunch of dudes in masks to jump in the back of your taxi and speed off to a safe location. Okay, technically that made you part of a heist (or, in your case 17 heists), but who actually counts the driver anyway?

Before you could dive deeper into that particular pool of thoughts, your radio crackled to life.

"Taxi 3-17, d'you copy?", the voice of your boss echoed though your car and you hastily fumbled for the radio.

"I copy", you exclaimed as cheerfully as possible.

"I need you to pick up somebody from main street"

The rest of the directions were but a blur in your mind as the taxi sprang to life and you found yourself replying to the boss like you were on autopilot. You knew exactly what this was. Another getway.

November 1st, 00:25 AM

Gotham City's main street was still incredibly crowded. People in costumes lined the sidewalks left and right, leftovers from the big Halloween parade the city held each year. In the back of your mind there was a little voice that accompanied you on each of these drives. What if Batman is watching?, it said. But Batman was probably busy. Just like everyone else. You'd never seen him yourself, but occasionally the people you drove had some very interesting and oddly terrifying things to say about Gotham's vigilante. You turned a corner into a back alley and let the taxi slow to a stop. This was where you were supposed to pick someone up.

Just two seconds after putting the car into Park, the back door on the driver's side was yanked open. Turning around so fast you heard your spine crack, you caught sight of a man slightly older than yourself plopping into the seat with a duffle bag and closing the door. Immediately there were alarm bells going off in your head. Sitting behind the driver as the only passenger is an extreme red flag. Instinctively, your hand made its way to the taser you kept at your side, but you slowed yourself and forced your mind not to make assumptions.

Turning back around, you cleared your throat. "Where to, mister?"

"The Iceberg Lounge", he answered. His voice sounded harmless enough. He seemed energetic, but the circles under his eyes told a different story. You had to remind yourself that this was, indeed, a criminal who had just done god-knows-what. Jeez, when had this become so normal? It spooked you, just a little bit, how calm you had remained so far. Until you caught a glimpse of what your passenger was holding in the rearview mirror.

"What's that?" The words slipped out before you could stop yourself and you had to suppress the urge to slap yourself. You don't ask a fucking criminal that kind of shit. You just don't, if you value breathing.

"Oh, this?", your passenger asked with a smile and held up a roll of duct tape. The both of you made eye contact through the mirror and you swallowed thickly. The possibilities of what could be done with a roll of tape flashing though your head were more than a bit disturbing.

This is it, I'm for sure getting robbed now...

Steering with one hand and gripping the taser with the other, you did your best to keep your voice steady.

"Put that away, please."

An unidentifyable expression spread across the man's face and the glint in his eyes behind his clear-framed glasses that came with it gave you the creeps.

"What? Are you afraid?"

"Don't try anything...stupid. If this car crashes, we both die."

What the fuck were you saying?? The nervous pounding of your heart wasn't making thinking any easier. But the man in the back seat was eerily calm. He was still smiling, but you could make out the single drop of sweat on his forehead running down towards his brow between the messy brown hair.

"Put the damn tape away, or so god help me.", you groaned, gripping your taser tighter and not taking an eye off of the man in the back seat.

"Boo", he simply said and put the roll of duct tape into his bag with a high-pitched chuckle, still maintaining eye contact through the rearview mirror like an absolute weirdo. Fuck, this guy's creepy. The creepiest guy I've ever had in my car.

You let out an only slightly shaky breath as you stopped at a red light. Yeah, just a normal taxi, nothing to see here... I'm a law-abiding citizen. Only like two more minutes til you'd arrive at the Iceberg Lounge and then you'd be rid of this guy - forever. The moment the light turned green you stepped on the gas, eager to get this job over with.

You didn't expect him to say anything after the end of the last conversation, so it surprised you when the passenger spoke again.

"Do you like riddles?"

"D-depends, I guess."

"Let me ask you something", he continued without much concern for your answer. "Five people go to church in the pouring rain. None of them have umbrellas, but still one doesn't get wet. How is that possible?"

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?", you replied, focusing on the road. Five people in the rain, but one stays dry? You came to a halt at another red light. Rain, church, only one stays dry...

"One guy is dead!", you blurted out, "One is in a coffin"

"Correct!", your passenger exclaimed enthusiastically. "Another?"

"Fine.", you said, your voice barely more than a sigh, just as the light turned green.

"What is in seasons, seconds, minutes and centuries, but not in decades, years or days?"

That one admittedly took you a little longer to figure out, but you eventually did. "The letter N?"

"Yes!", he confirmed, splitting the word into two syllables. He was straight-up beaming by the time you pulled in front of the Iceberg Lounge Club.

"Thank you.", the passenger said politely when the car had come to a complete stop.

"That'll be 300$, mister uh... Mister what's-your-name?"

He chuckled and shot you a look out of the corner of his eye while opening the door. He stepped outside and came to your window, which you rolled down the tiniest bit.

"You can call me the Riddler", he said ominously, holding a finger up to his lips. "Shh."

You nodded briefly, your lips a tight line. "Well, Riddler, if you ever need a ride again, you know who to call. Company promises if you keep our secret, we'll keep yours.", you said and held out a hand for the payment.

"I will remember you.", he replied, looking into your eyes so deeply you wondered what he saw in you for a second.

Instead of handing you the money, Riddler just motioned to the back seat. You turned around and grabbed the envelope sitting on the seat and when you turned back to the window, he was gone. Quickly you checked the envelope with trembling hands. Yup, 300$ and a little extra. A small smile crept across your lips now. You had the gut feeling that you had not, in fact, seen the last of this guy.

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Kill La Hero

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

!!!PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!

So we will now jump into the story of the anime the first episodes, exactly one year later.

I hope you enjoy it!

1.01: The Origin Story

One Year Later...

A new day, a new pain!

It's time for school.

God, I'm happy when it's the weekend!

Then I can finally sleep in.

My eyes close for a moment and I feel Izuku grab my hand to stop me from walking into the busy road.

“Did you not sleep well, Michi-Kun?” he asks me worriedly.

I try hard to keep my eyes open.

It works half the time.

“I had to study for math, Izu-Chan,” is my brief answer.

Some people would find me rude, especially considering that I'm talking to my best friend, but Izuku is used to me being useless in the morning if I didn't get my 8 hours of sleep the night before.

So he simply grips my hand a little tighter and leads me further on the way to school.

I really should give him a prize because he no longer turns completely red and almost freaks out when we have physical contact.

Our friendship did him good.

My cute bestie is much more confident.

And that’s such a turn-on.

Yeah, I have a crush on Izuku!

You would have it too if you know him as well as I do and he is just plain adorable.

“You wouldn't be this tired if you didn’t decide to play video games for hours after learning math.”, reminds me of the voice of a person, or should I say more a thing, that I love and hate at the same time.

I stare up my head, meeting the black eyes of my dark pink bow.

“Shut up, Ares!”, I growl. “I don’t listen to a perverted bow!”

“Perverted!”, he gasped appalled.

“You heard me right, ya creep!”

“Michi-Kun, Ares, please don’t start already.”, begs Izuku with his huge adorable green eyes.

Sadly that’s mine and also Ares Kryptonite.

We both love Izuku a lot and would do anything for him.

So we just grumble half-heartily sorry to each other.

In a world where Superpowers are now the new normal my Quirk is a living breathing ribbon which transforms me into a Magical Girl.

That’s the best way to describe it.

Even if my Quirk was marked as Entity.

It would be cool if my outfit wasn’t so...revealing.

Ares insists that he needs to leave some of my skin out or the fusion between us won’t work.

Liar!

Not only sucks he my blood to make the suit work, but he also is a pervert who enjoys putting me in such outfits.

We tried a lot of designs, and then as I moved to Japan and became friends with Izuku he tried to help too, however, my perverted ribbon had to make me look sexy.

That ribbon is just a creep.

I watched him often enough reading my grandfathers old PlayHero collection.

Thinking that he was born from me and represents a part of me doesn’t sit right with me.

I certainly don’t want to walk around like a stripper!

I mean...I would put something like this on to seduce Izu, but not out in the street!

Aargh, thinking makes me only angrier.

What I’m saying is I’m not a pervert and I certainly do not enjoy walking around in a revealing suit!

It’s all Ares!

Never mind that he was born from my DNA!

Anyway, where was I?

Ah, yes, Izu and I were walking to school.

So much joy.

This is me being sarcastic.

Man, I can’t wait when we both get into the U.A. and can start finally learning how to be heroes!

“Oh!”, Izuku shouts and we stop before Tatooin Station. “What a huge supervillain.”

I look around, a little curious.

In fact, the villain who is causing trouble, is really big, almost as big as the crowd that has formed around him and would probably go closer in if the police didn't stop them.

Some heroes are already there as well.

After a year of friendship with Izuku, I know that he wants to watch the following fight, so I sleepily follow Izuku into the crowd.

I also like superheroes and want to become one myself, but if I'm so sleep-deprived, only my beloved Seraphina and Mirko would wake me up.

So I remain a silent observer and listener while Izuku loudly asks who is in the fight.

It turns out to be Kamui Woods, one of the new heroes, answer Izuku his own question.

He starts to rattle down all he knows about Kamui Woods and outs himself as an otaku as a man with a bald head and shuriken in points out.

I must have fallen asleep a bit because I only woke up when loud men's voices shouted repeatedly: “There she is!” and the clicking of cameras was heard.

“W-What?” I ask confused.

“You REALLY need to be aware of your surroundings!”, chest me Ares.

I pull him a bit, as we watch how this new superhero named Mount Lady introduces herself and her ass-sets.

I nod in understanding.

No wonder the men here are drolling.

Of course, it's all sexist, unfortunately, I'm bi and can't resist pretty ladies either.

Mount Lady takes the glory for the defeated villain and takes him away under the watchful eyes of the police and cheering crowds and camera crews. I think I even see Kamui Woods sulking on one of the rooftops.

But I find Mount Lady more interesting.

It will definitely become popular, but...

“She’s nothing against Seraphina or Mirko,” I clarify and cross my arms.

“You and your angel hero and bunny hero.”, signs Ares. “This new one seems promising.”

“You only say that, because you stared at her ass, didn't you.”

My ribbon just coughs embarrassed.

Ha, I know it!

Meanwhile, Izuku has unpacked one of his hero notebooks theorizing in it and writing it down.

Most find this annoying, however, I find it cute when he's like that and don't bother him. If he wants my opinion, he'll ask me.

“Hey, you boy who takes notes,” the bald man says to him. “Do you want to become a hero? Great, give it your all!”

"Yes! I’ll do that!” promises Izuku with a beaming smile.

For a moment I can't help but twist my mouth and look up at Ares.

He meets my eyes.

We don’t need words to communicate.

If there's anyone who was made to be a hero, it's Izuku, but unfortunately, there is a huge obstacle in his way.

The only thing Ares and I can do is to support him and protect him as best as we can.

***

After all the chaos with Mount Lady and Co., we make it to Aldera Junior High just in time.

We are both in the same year, but unfortunately in different classes.

However, our shoe lockers are next to each other so we have to part only when we go to class.

“When it's a Lunch Break, you come to my classroom and we'll eat there today,” I remind him, as we finish putting on our indoor shoes. “And if Bakugo harasses you-“

“-I’m calling you and Ares for help, I know Michi-Kun,” he replies, almost ashamed.

I know that he doesn't want me to fight his fights for him, yet sadly at the moment he isn't able to fight for himself and Bakugo with his quirk is dangerous and also stupid in relation to Izuku.

The asshole should just try to hurt Izuku in front of me, I'll slam him straight into the ground!

I pat Izu on the shoulder, which makes him blush.

Since he is a head and a half shorter than me, he has to look up and me down so that we can look into each other's eyes.

“For me, you are already a hero, my hero, don’t forget that. No matter what others say,” I remind him.

I give him my best smile.

It has the same effect as always.

Small tears run down his beautiful green eyes and he gives me a heart-warming smile.

Before he can say thank you, I can't help but give him a cuddle.

“M-Michi-K-Kun!”, he shouts in shock and I can literally feel him heating up.

“Izu-Chan, you are sooooo cute!”, I coo.

“M-Michi-K-Kun our c-c-classmates are s-s-staring at us!”

“Let them!”

“B-But…!”

“Shh! Let me cuddle you, you cutie pie!”

Izuku would probably have fainted here if the school bell hadn't saved him.

I let him go and ruffle his curls.

“See you later Izu-Chan.”

“Don’t forget to breathe, boy!”, advises him Ares as I walk briskly towards my classroom while Izuku imitates a statue.

After three gruelling school hours, a nice Lunch Break with Izuku and a math test that I'm sure I failed, the school day is over.

I set off to pick up Izuku from his classroom.

When I'm around, Bakugo isn't so terrible to him because the blonde knows that I can finish him off.

Thanks to Ares and because I also do martial arts.

What I see when I come in to the door makes my blood pressure rise to 180.

The asshole is holding my poor Izu-Chan by the shoulder and the smoke rising from the spot shows that he has activated his Quirk.

I don’t need Ares for this to put the blond assholes in his place, however, I feel how he unfurls, ready for anything.

Bakugo almost doubles over in pain as I grab his wrist and pull him away from Izuku.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave Izuku alone, Bakugo?!”, I hiss at him.

“He is under our protection!”, adds my ribbon

Like an annoying fly, I flink the blond to his followers.

The two cardboard figures look at me in fear as I stand protectiv before Izuku, Ares “arms” flap around like whip lashes, while Bakugo rubs his wrist.

“Massaro!”, he growls with his teeth clenched.

“H-Hey come on m-man l-let’s go. The foreigner and her ribbon are not someone you mess with, you know that,”, cardboard figure one whines, as cardboard figure two nods in agreement.

I want to take a step towards the three, however Izuku grabs me by the sleeve of my school uniform.

“Michi-Kun, don’t,” he begs.

We both know it's forbidden to use your Quirks and/or start fights and I've already done one of them, so I stand next to him and give Bakugo a poisonous look.

“Tzz,” Bakugo clicks his tongue and stops rubbing his wrist. Next time I'll break it! “Massaro won't always be there to save you, Deku. In this shitty school, she's probably the only one who's my equal and you're dragging her down because you need to be saved. If she was smart she would dump you.”

I can actually feel how Izuku becomes unsure.

“And if you were smart, you would shut up and mind your own business,” I fire back.

Bakugo just shrugs his shoulders.

He and his entourage turn to leave, which visibly pleases the two cardboard figures.

Scaredy-cats!

“I'm just telling him the truth Massaro. You’re not helping him if you support him in his impossible goals,”. he throws over his shoulders. “Without Quirk, Deku can never become a hero, let alone get into U.A."

“Just fuck off, stronzo!”

Finally, he and his lackeys do so.

I take a deep breath, Ares shrinks back and I turn to Izuku.

We are the only ones in the classroom.

The green-haired boy looks at the ground defeated.

“Izuku…your shoulder?”

I would rather tell him to not give a rat's ass what Bakugo says, however, I notice that he doesn't want to talk right now.

No, he takes a deep breath without looking up.

I almost think he won't say anything until he whimpers softly: “...hurts. Probably burned.”

“Okay,” I simply say and lead him to the Nurse's Office.

The nice Nurse, Ai-San, knows us well and without questions cures Izuku’s wound.

After we thanked and left her, Izuku was ready to tell me what happened between him and his bully.

As it turns out, Bakugo has once again surpassed his level of being an asshole.

We are forced to fish out one of Izuku's notebooks, now half burned, from the tank where our school keeps fish.

The blonde just threw it out the window!

Fucking asshole!

Sidenote, I think our principal and teachers keep these fishes here to later make sushi, even if Izuku says that can't be true.

Irritatingly, Izuku is more upset about his burned and wet notebook than about the physical wounds from Bakugo.

Sometimes I wonder about his priorities, then I remember that Izuku practically lives from his superhero worshipping/studying and I understand it.

I understand it, but I can't really approve of it. Like this masochist clinging to Bakugo or as he calls him Kacchan.

The blonde has gone from a childhood friend to a first-class bully!

Why can't Izuku let him go?

...Should I take him to a therapist? I think that's too high even for me as his best and only friend. Ares is not counted.

“That's not food, you stupid ones,” Izuku grumbles to the fish and tries to shoo them away from the notebook. “It’s my notebook, you idiots.”

“They clearly don’t care,” I point out dryly.

An idea comes to me and I dig out some leftover salami bread from my satchel. My mom finally found a shop here that sells Italian food.

I know there are bento boxes in Japan, but sometimes I just need some home here.

I remove the salami and throw bread crumbs to the fish.

“Eat this, my fishy friends.”

It works as planned.

The fish leave the notebook alone and accept my gift.

...But they won't become piranhas now because there was definitely salami flavour on the bread, right?

Right?!

Izuku lets out an exasperated sigh and tries to shake the water away from the saved notebook.

“Thank you, Michi-Kun…”

“Sure, Izu-Chan, no problem.”

Izuku isn’t even looking me in the eyes.

Okay, I don't like that.

I finally decided to say something.

“Bakugo has no idea, especially not about our friendship. You are so important to me Izuku, don't listen to the rubbish he says. We decided to become heroes together, which is why we applied together for the U.A. You will be a great hero even without Quirk, we just have to find the right way!”

I carefully take one of his hands and stroke the back of his hand with my thumb.

At least he lowers the notebook and blinks away his tears.

“…You’re important to me too, Michi,” he then says.

I hug him carefully and he buries his head in the hollow of my shoulder.

I lean my head against his and rock us both back and forth.

“I love you Izuku, don’t forget that.”

More than you will ever know!

I can literally feel that his face is burning like fire and how he is clinging to me tighter, but somehow... there is something sad in the air...

I wonder what this is?

I hear how Ares signs and wraps his “arms” around us.

“You kids will send me to an early grave.”, he mumbles.

***

Today I hate like the plague that I have to go to a martial arts course.

I just know that Izuku needs me, but I didn’t go last week and my sensei doesn't like when you miss hours.

If you miss a certain amount of hours, you are out of the course.

And I can’t risk this.

I need it to be prepared for my heroic career.

For me and Izuku.

Ares can only make me strong, he doesn’t give me the knowledge of how to fight.

Izuku also almost forced me to go to my course and promised that we would talk on the phone this evening.

He was already feeling better. I didn't have to worry.

Sure and I'm All Might.

...I'd rather not, I don't want to imagine what kind of over-the-top reaction Izuku would have if he ever met his idol.

I can't guarantee that I wouldn't laugh.

Yes, hypocrite with Seraphina and Mirko you would go crazy too.

Sighs.

Anyway, after our hug and a few goodbyes, Izuku heads home and I head to my course.

As soon as Sensei lets us go home, I decide to visit Izuku.

I text him and Inko, his mom, and write to my parents that I want to spend a little more time with my best friend.

I get approval from my parents and Inko, however, Izuku doesn't answer me.

Mmm, he's probably trying to save the notes in his burnt notebook.

...I should call Stefano later, maybe he or one of my other cousins has a good idea for a prank on the blonde asshole Bakugo.

So I think nothing of it as I make my way to Izuku's apartment.

Not even when I see him talking to a blonde man who looks like he's suffering from anorexia.

Surely Izu, the good soul, helped the poor sick man with something.

I only start to notice something is going on that I don’t know about when I see Izuku throw himself on the ground when the blonde man tells him that he can be a hero.

Normally I would immediately run to Izuku...but something inside me tells me that I need to hear what's going on.

Also, Ares formally whisper-shouts to stay put because he wants to know what’s going on.

I can shorten the following conversation into three words:

What.

The.

Fuck?!

The anorexia guy is All Might?!

Izuku has put himself in danger and shown his courage and will receive his Quirk from All Might?!

Yes received!

All Might was also quirkless and got his Quirk One for All, which is it’s name, from another person.

And, and the Quirk gets stronger with each person receiving it!

WHAT?!

We were separated for mostly two and a half hours and Izuku not only met All Might, why does he seem so sick anyway, but All Might chose him to be the next bearer of One for All?!

This is really….wow!

Speechless, I’m really speechless!

Ares is even in shock.

He is becoming all stiff.

I only find the words again when I hear Izuku, of course, what else, except to become the next wielder of the Quirk.

I should maybe tell these two geniuses that it wasn’t smart to have a secret conversation in the MIDDLE OF THE STREET!

“That’s all well and good and I’m happy for Izuku, really,” I call out.

Which causes All Might to freeze on the spot with wide eyes and Izuku spins towards me, still sitting on the ground.

“M-Michi-Kun?!”

“Young Midoriya?”

I ignore them both and put my hands on my hips.

“You really shouldn’t have such a conversation about such a huge secret in the open air, be glad it’s only me and Ares here. So now it seems like we all are now on the same team. So how can we help Izuku?”

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#my hero academia #own character #ocs #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #mha izuku #midoriya izuku #bnha izuku #izuku x oc #deku #mha deku #bnha deku #kill la kill #quirks #bnha

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G O K U D E R A for… you guessed it, Gokudera ((OOC: Vday meme btw))

( * VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET ! - accepting!

.Whiskey.

G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right? I think if he was tasked to do it alone he'd suck at it? If that makes sense. Because I feel like he'd over think it too much and not realize that Haru loves him enough that just spending time with her makes her happy.

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words? Oh we've seen just how colorful his vocabulary is sometimes. Honestly, I don't think he's that good with his words, as we've seen with all their fights in canon, but as far as our ship development, he's learning I feel to be a bit softer and more patient sometimes.

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? Fun fact, I always headcanoned that he sucks at it at first because she's his first and he doesn't know what he's doing so they need some practice together, IE: making out. U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken? -gestures vaguely at the anime for making him look like Tsuna's lost puppy- verse dependent as I've mentioned I do RP him as bi or at least curious, originally I had a headcanon that he might have had feelings for Tsuna at some point and not been able to freely express it. But reading into the manga more it came across clearer that it wasn't romantic it was loyalty to his Boss as we've discussed, he's very ingrained with mafia culture and heavily yankee coded (the rebel, the bad boy, the street smart kid, etc.) and Mafia code is actually really homophobic in a lot of cases so I scratched the whole Tsuna was his first love thing in favor of there possibly being a girl in Italy once but it was like first unrequited crush when he was just a kid kind of thing or possibly a girl he met when he was still on the streets and it wasn't too serious, but like that feeling of admiration because she might have been the first to treat him kindly. Haru thus far is the first girl in our verses that he's ever been serious about as we've seen how he reacts to his fan girls and others like Shittopi.

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc? NGL he's old fashioned so it would probably be dinner and watching the stars or something with Haru, just something relaxing and peaceful as I don't see him being too big on crowds like at bars and such. He's more likely to invite her over to have dinner and watch conspiracy theory videos in our verse for them honestly.

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like? Not in public, as we've discussed on discord, he's not big on PDA. But when they're alone, whoo boy. He's a cuddle bug and will hold her for hours if she needs him to, it's just the macho persona he puts on that makes him kinda "later honey, not in front of the boys" about it. But when they're alone he's the one clinging to her. I even headcanon if he's away from her he takes an extra pillow with him to hold at night because he's used to cuddling her and can't sleep without holding something.

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic? Cynic turned romantic if that makes sense. Didn't believe he'd ever be like this until he did get into a relationship. Always thought she was stupid for being such a dreamer, and chasing the 10th, which we revealed in our threads as far as plotting goes was because he wanted her all along and was jealous.

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection? As mentioned, he can be a little slow to catch on and rough with her when people are watching, but when they're alone he's holding her, kissing and cuddling, running his fingers through her hair, gazing in her eyes and so on. Absolute putty in her hands.

#asks #whiskey speaks; ooc #queenharumiura #meta; hayato

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Re.Gray 028 - Uniform

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Summary: Lavi reminds Allen what the Order's uniform is really for.

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28th Night - Uniform

Bookmen: That's all the evidence of the "Noah clan" I've recorded.

sfx: fu— [Komui blows out a long breath] Komui: This is a great help, Bookman, really. Komui: Sorry to make you tell a long story short.

Bookman: I don't mind, that's the job.

Komui: ......

Bookman: Let me guess what you're thinking, Director. Bookman: The Akuma alone were bad enough. The addition of a group like the Noah is crushing.

Komui: For my part, Komui: my heart aches Komui: for you Exorcists.

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Komui: All I ever do is pitch you into the deep end of the Earl's darkness.

Bookman: We all suffer. Bookman: Suffering is the only equality in war.1

sfx: tatan [Bookman hops from stack to stack toward the door, apparently having heard something that bothered him] Bookman: Conceal yourself, Director. Bookman: You mustn't show the darkness your face.2

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28th Night - Uniform

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sfx: ohhh [wind blowing around Lavi's hammer]

Townswoman: Kyaahh!

sfx: zawa zawa [the crowd mutters, disturbed]

Townsman: Murder.... Townsman: There's been a murder!!

Lavi: Main street is dangerous, Allen. There're too many people. Lavi: Akuma can get you from behind.

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sfx: hyu [Lavi dismounts] Lavi: You don't see Akuma when you look at people. Lavi: Since your Akuma-spotting eye doesn't work right now.

Allen: I-I'm sorry. Allen: How did you, just now....

sfx: shuuuu [the hammer shrinks down to a much more manageable size] Lavi: Hm?

sfx: DON [impact that sends them both flying]

Allen & Lavi: !!

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Lavi: Reinforcements!

On bat: SLUGGER sfx: gogigi [L2 gurgles]

sfx: juuu [the ball that already hit the street smokes] sfx: muwah [the air is thick with it, choking]

Lavi: Ow ow ow! Lavi: That's hot!

sfx: kaki [the L2 hits another with its left arm, which is a teddy bear holding the SLUGGER bat] sfx: goh [its bears down on them fast]

Lavi: Big hammer, little hammer, Lavi: grow, grow—

sfx: vu [Innocence powering up]

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Lavi: Grow!3 sfx: VU [Innocence throbs]

Allen: It got bigger!

Lavi: Watch your head, now! Lavi: Hitting stuff into busy streets sfx: ohhh [wordless wind-up yelling] Lavi: is dangerous, Akuma!! sfx: GOH [he hits the incoming ball with his hammer; it disintegrates into high-speed chunks]

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sfx: ZUDOH [...as does the wall of the closest building, when the hammer hits it on follow-through]

Lavi: Oops—

Allen: He destroyed the building too!!

sfx: go go go [the building's facade continues to crumble around the point of impact] Lavi: Haha. Lavi: It's fine, it's fine, Komui will cover it! sfx: shuuu [hammer shrinks] Headband: HOME RUN Lavi: Anyway, we'd better relocate—

Policeman: Don't move!!

Townswoman: It was them, the boys in black! Townswoman: They're the murderers!!

Policeman: Don't move an inch, scoundrels!!

Lavi, side: Ugh, rozzer.

Policeman: I'm taking you in! sfx: gui [he grabs Allen's arm to haul him off]

Allen: No, wait, we're not—

sfx: suh [the cross-end of Lavi's hammer is suddenly in the officer's face]

Policeman: W-What do you think you're—

Allen: Lavi!?

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Policeman: Knock it... Policeman: OFF! sfx: bah [the policeman's body twists and warps into a gun and cannon]

Allen: !!

sfx: dododododo [the Akuma fires indiscriminately]

Lavi: More reinforcements! Here for the shootout, I guess.

Allen: ......

sfx: dah dan [Allen and Lavi haul ass to draw the fight away from the main thoroughfare]

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Lavi: You're really slow on the uptake, Allen. Lavi: If you wait for them to show themselves, you're dead, y'know?

Allen: Sorry. Allen: ...... Allen: How can you tell, Lavi?

Lavi: I can't. I suspect them all. sfx: zah [high-speed landing; they're still running] Lavi: Always, anyone who approaches me. Lavi: People I met yesterday could be Akuma today. Lavi: That's the kind of war we're fighting. Lavi: You should understand, Allen. sfx: zoro zoro zoro [people crowding, swarming] Lavi: We're at an overwhelming disadvantage here.

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Lavi: I don't have a handy-dandy eye like yours. Lavi: Akuma could be anyone in the crowd. Lavi: Other Exorcists and me, Lavi: we look at people and see the Earl's allies.

sfx: hyuo [something in flight] sfx: DON [another of the L2's smoking balls touches down]

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Allen: Lavi!! sfx: zazaza [sliding stop]

sfx: bun bun [Lavi twirling his hammer around, gaining momentum] Lavi: I'm good, they're all small fry! Lavi: Come on, sfx: shakah [he waves the hammer and the smoke blows away, revealing a horde of L1s] Lavi: bring it.

sfx: dododododo [Allen firing his gun-sword]

Lavi, flashback: We're not like you. Lavi, flashback: Other Exorcists and me, we look at people and see the Earl's allies.

Woman: Kyaahh!

sfx: gah gah gah [her kicking legs dragging along the ground as the Akuma policeman hauls her around by the scruff of her neck] sfx: zuri zuri zuri [the policeman marching robotically, face still a gun]

sfx: biku [Allen spots her and flinches] Allen: !

Woman: Help meee! sfx: bah [the policeman almost seems to be presenting her, shoving her in Allen's face]

sfx: giri [Allen grinds his teeth in miserable frustration] Allen: I'm so stupid. Allen: Learning that I have human enemies, in the Noah, threw me for a loop. Allen: But what Lavi said reminded me.

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Cross: Why Cross: do I always wear my coat? Cross: Because it stands out.

Allen: Doesn't the blatant cross make it too obvious that you're an Exorcist?

Cross: Pinhead prentice. Cross: That's the point. Cross: Put yourself in our shoes, dimwit. Cross: What good would it do to hide from an enemy I can't see?

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Cross: This is a target. Cross: This way, I can be suspicious of anyone approaching me.

Allen: You just wait for enemies to strike at you...?

Cross: That's what the uniform is for, yeah. Cross: But you... Cross: don't have to worry about any of that, Cross: Allen.

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Allen: Master, Lavi... everyone who becomes an Exorcist Allen: has to worry. Allen: Has to see the people around them as enemies. Allen: To draw the Akuma out of hiding, Allen: they stand out in the open and make themselves bait. Allen: To protect the people who need protecting.

sfx: DON [Allen shoots the policeman Akuma in the head]

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sfx: gashan [the policeman's body crumbles into a dusty heap]

Woman: Ahhhh!!! sfx: da da [she totters toward him, knees weak with apparent terror]

Allen: Are you all right? Woman: Wahhh~ Wahhh~ Wahhh~

sfx: kachi [the barrel of the gun her face has turned into touches the center of his forehead]

sfx: DON [he shoots her through the midriff, miserable] Allen: Too slow.

Allen: I'm the one who decided to keep walking down this road, Allen: so I'd better find the resolve to wear this uniform.

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BOOKMAN His real name was erased when he became a Bookman.

Like Lavi, his nationality is also unclear.

Age: 88 Height: 140cm, 4'7 (not counting his hair) Weight: 38kg, 84lbs Birthday: August 5th Leo, blood type A

This old man too originally belonged to another manga I was planning. He's the simplest D.Gray character to draw, so I appreciate him. (Hey!)

I think I'd better parcel out the many secrets of the Bookmen gradually over the course of drawing this manga.

The black around his eyes is makeup, by the way.

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FOOTNOTES

みな辛い mina tsurai "it's bitter/hard for everyone"

It'd be easy to assume that he's just saying "All of us in the Order have it hard, including you", but I'm pretty sure that when he says "everyone" here, he means everyone, including the "enemy". We find out later on that Bookman was doing his observing and recording from Nea's side prior to the incident thirty-five years ago, so he's in a better position than anyone to know what this is costing everyone. The Earl and the Noah aren't in this for greed or giggles either; whatever it is they're trying to do, they're suffering and sacrificing for it, too. [ ♠ ]

This line is odd until you read the rest of the chapter and realize that "showing the darkness one's face" is an Exorcist's job, in their capacity as bait. Komui, on the other hand, is not an Accommodator and cannot defend himself. He's away from HQ right now, terribly vulnerable, and well worth capturing for intel or outright assassinating. [ ♠ ]

大槌小槌 oodzuchi kodzuchi "big hammer little hammer" is the name of Lavi's Innocence, but he says it like the opening line of a nursery rhyme or children's game.

満 man doesn't quite mean "grow"; it's closer to "fill (out)" or "become full". The implication is that it's in its true form when fully expanded and huge, and consents to shrink temporarily for portability. [ ♠ ]

#dgm translations #dgm #re.gray #lavi #allen walker #cross marian #d.gray-man #d gray man #dgm meta

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sapphic-swiftie13 · 1 year

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On a press tour

The cab ride had taken ages, but you had finally arrived outside the hotel. Rain had started to pour from the sky that once was clear and bright, so you took all your belongings and ran as fast as you could while you tried to hide your face from bystanders.

You did not want to take a picture with a fan while you were extremely exhausted by traveling so much, knowing you would face backlash if you didn't act like the happiest person on earth. You were grateful for getting a chance to be in the spotlight, but fame came at a cost, your private life wasn't yours any longer, it was everyone else's business.

Starring alongside Elizabeth Olsen wasn't easy either, everywhere she was, there was paparazzi following her wherever she went. You did not understand how she put up with it, you were sure you would end up committing manslaughter if you were in her shoes.

You got away from the street and entered the hotel, trying to manoeuvre around families with kids in the age where superheroes were their reason for living. Covering your face with a cap and sunglasses seemed stupid but it worked most of the time, and luckily for you it worked this time too.

Taking your phone out of your pocket you saw two missed calls and one unread message from Elizabeth, you were getting slightly angry at yourself for having the habit of putting your phone on silent, no one had a chance to reach you even in an emergency.

Your head started spinning, what if something was delayed, or even cancelled. Quickly opening the message, your nerves calmed down when you read, "I tried calling you, but you didn't pick up, anyway, I'm waiting for you a few feet away from the desk in the left corner. – Lizzie"

You practically ran with your bag on your shoulder and your suitcase right behind you, trying to find her in the big crowd of people. You hated being by yourself in unknown territory, and especially while being surrounded by strangers. You finally saw her, standing in a gray suit, her wavy hair reaching down to her shoulders.

She noticed you too, smiled and waved, signalizing for you to come over. It didn't take you long to reach her, letting out a breath of relief as you stood side by side with her.

"You get nervous by... all this, too?" she asked as she gestured to the people around you, everyone walking with a destination in mind, maybe someone had a train to catch, a lover to visit, or a dog to walk. It was impossible to know for sure, but everyone was in quite a hurry to get to wherever they were going.

"Yeah, it's overwhelming, feels like I'm constantly being suffocated," you answered her, fiddling with your hands. She took the hint and went over to the desk and kindly asked for a room with two beds.

"Uhm, sadly, there are none left, we have a lot of rooms with a double bed if that works..." the receptionist stated, their eyes swiftly shifting between Elizabeth and you, casually checking if that'll be a problem.

"That... won't be an issue at all," Elizabeth informed the receptionist, and her genuine sweet smile reappeared.

When she got the key to the room and had walked a few steps away, you asked, "are you sure?" she didn't quite understand what you meant, tilting her head a little bit.

"One bed?!" You whisper yelled, already getting nervous. You had known her for over nine months, she was your colleague, maybe friend, but mostly colleague.

"Yeah? What's wrong with that? Besides, it's cheaper than paying for two rooms," she stated as she kept on walking. Not muttering a word, you walked beside her, peeking over to see which room you were staying in, trying to find the right door in the never-ending corridor.

"There," she quietly said and sped up. She unlocked the door and held it up for you, letting you enter. You spotted the bed and tensed up a bit. You didn't know how you would survive this night. Over the last three months you had started developing a crush on her, and it was going the press tours, like this one, incredibly hard.

"Which side of the bed do you want, Elizabeth?" you asked and turned around to face her.

"We're sharing a bed, so you better start calling me Lizzie, and I want the side closest to the window if that's okay with you," she said stifling a laugh. What she didn't know was that there were other things you'd like to call her instead.

Placing your bag on your side of the bed you carefully looked over at her when she was focused on organizing her things. She was so cute when something had her full attention.

Finished with packing out your own belongings you sat down only to send a message to your best friend. "I think I'm going to either shit my pants or pass away! I gotta share a bed with Elizabeth... the hottest woman to ever walk this earth!!!"

You then looked at the time and thought it was getting late way faster than you wanted it to. You went to brush your teeth and nearly choked on the toothpaste when the bathroom door opened behind you. She walked in wearing a t-shirt and underwear, you tried to stay focused, staring at your own reflection but when she leaned down to spit out her own toothpaste your eyes glanced down at the cleavage she was showing.

Internally screaming at yourself for being so disrespectful, you then avoided eye contact until she had left the bathroom without saying a word.

When you walked back out you saw her figure already under the covers, a book in her hands, with only the nightlamp on, everything else was pitch black. She was stunning with the light hitting her face just right, her hair tied up and her gorgeous eyes shining. You silently walked over, started to undress so you wouldn't sweat throughout the night and got under the covers too.

The light didn't bother you, but you could not find a good position to sleep in. It was impossible to focus on anything else than her. She occupied your mind and refused to leave, sneaking her way into every thought you have, making you anxious in case she'd figure out why you were so on edge.

"Goodnight," she said softly, and you felt her looking at you. Lying completely still, frozen on the mattress your breath hitched. You closed your eyes, struggling to think about anything else, desperately trying to distract yourself but to no avail.

You laid there, waiting, hoping, and praying that she'd soon try to sleep herself. Twenty minutes must have passed before she finally closed her book, turned off the light and laid down to sleep. It took you by surprise when you felt her hands starting to hold around you, and her breath touching your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

She was snuggling into you from behind in her sleep. The panic inside you only grew as her grip got stronger, hugging you tighter. Overwhelmed and tired, you eventually fell asleep.

Waking up you figured you must've turned in your sleep, because when you opened your eyes, you were nuzzling her chest, not your pillow. You were fearing the fact that she had to wake up any minute now, you'd seem like the biggest creep ever.

"Good morning, I see you made yourself comfortable," a groggy voice spoke out from over your head. You closed your eyes, trying to figure out what to say back. Never in your life had you felt so terribly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry!" you said, as you got off her chest, and speed walked to the bathroom. You got dressed and ready for the interviews that was on schedule for today. The embarrassment had left your body and during the interviews you and Lizzie were joking as you normally would when you both gave your answers.

It was fun and rewarding, but when you were back at the hotel all your feelings came rushing back. It was the same routine; the press tours were straightforward but at the same time hectic. You went to bed just like the night before, laying down you felt her eyes on you regularly. She'd flip the page of her book, let out a heavy breath and then you'd get the feeling someone was watching you.

You didn't hate it, quite the opposite really, you liked it when she looked at you, but you wanted her to look at you the way you look at her. With adoration and devotion in her eyes, not just warmth, because that was always lurking there, radiating from time to time.

Soon enough she put away her book, as the night before, and fell asleep. Just as you feared, her body came creeping up behind you, her arms snaking their way around you. Her mouth resting so close to your ear that you felt her lips every so often. It felt great, but for all the wrong reasons.

Her hands started to roam, grazing your thighs, then softly brushing against your breasts over your t-shirt. It was working you up, and you did your best trying to remain calm. Her hands slowly kept stroking over your mound before her hands stopped, giving you time to breathe instead of persistently biting your lip to stay silent.

Before you knew it, her hands started to roam again, just stopping when they had cupped your breasts under your t-shirt, touching your bare sensitive skin, resulting in you letting out a shuddery breath.

"Is something bothering you?" the most seductive voice whispered right into your ear, as she continued to feel you up. You didn't dare to move; you didn't want it to end.

"Am I making you nervous?" she asked as one of her hands left your breast and softly rested at your throat instead.

"Yes... but I enjoy it," you quietly answered her with honesty. Her fingertips began to trace upwards, until her thumb was grazing your bottom lip. Slowly you opened your mouth in response, and as her other fingers started to make their way up to your mouth you gently wrapped your lips around them, lubricating them. When she carefully pulled her fingers away, you took a hold of her hand and dragged it between your thighs.

"Someone's needy..." she said with a raspy voice, letting out a chuckle.

Her fingers swiftly found the outline of your underwear, and almost immediately started teasing you, rubbing your clit at a slow pace, then stopping for no reason at all. You placed your hand on top of hers, moving her hand but it was useless.

She nibbled at your ear, then whispered, "beg for it, make use of your voice."

You let out a whine but then kept quiet, going against her order.

"I gave you a chance, guess you just need to learn the hard way, pet. If you're not willing to beg for my touch, then you'll beg for me to stop instead," she growled as her hand started to stimulate you again, this time with more pressure, and at a painfully fast pace.

Her fingers hitting every nerve, making it impossible for you to keep your mouth shut. At first it was bearable, enjoyable, and the best feeling your body had ever felt, all the stress you had felt just vanished, as your first orgasm washed over you like a hurricane, your legs slightly reacting as she rode it out.

Then she carried on, pleasuring you non-stop, your moaning became louder, so you tried to silence yourself with the pillow. It worked until the second orgasm hit, a croaky whimper broke out as your hand reached backwards, clasping Lizzie's thigh.

"Fuck..." you loudly swore as she kept on stimulating your soaked cunt. Your legs started to tremble and give out. That just made her more motivated, and you could feel her smirk behind you.

A guttural moan escaped your lips as you came for the third time while she continued to overstimulate you. She showed absolutely no mercy and applied even more pressure.

"Can I- can I call you... mommy?" you cried out, gripping the sheets until your knuckles went pale. "I like that... I like being called someone's mom," she said as you were trembling in her embrace, her hot breath lingering on your skin.

Your shaking intensified and she wrapped her leg around yours, trying to keep you in place as she kept hitting your bundle of nerves until you screamed out in both pleasure and pain. You were shrieking as the overstimulation was too much to handle and came painfully for the fourth time.

"I can't take it anymore, mommy, please..." you begged as your body had reached a new level of exhaustion. She stopped immediately, kissing your shoulder as your breathing slowly got even again.

"You did so good for me. I'm proud of you," she praised you as she hugged you tighter, placing kisses all over the side of your face that she had access too.

"Just close your eyes, get some rest, I'll takecare of you," she said while stroking your arm until you fell asleep in herwarm and loving embrace.

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #smut #elizabetholsensmut #lizzieolsensmut #wlw smut #wlw #sapphic #lesbian

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monsterkiss · 4 months

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A Bit of Magic

♡ — Description: the reader has a crush on their favorite character that isn’t reciprocated. The reader goes to a masquerade party where they meet a stranger whom they instantly like and who strongly reminds them of their favorite character…

♡ — Warnings: sexual themes (18+); mutual masturbation with a stranger

♡ — Notes: it might be a bit confusing, but in this story the reader and the characters use fake names at the party: (F/C) - favorite character’s name, (Y/N) - your real name, (F-Y/N) - your fake name, (STR) - stranger’s fake name, (STR2) - another stranger’s fake name (second favorite character).

Gender neutral reader and F/C, romantic.

It was originally written and submitted to a different blog long ago. It's a very old fic and I'm aware that a lot of things are phrased weirdly in there, I didn't change anything and kept it as it is. Uploading this here for sort of archival purposes + maybe someone will enjoy this!

♡ — Word count: ~4550

"Masquerade party! Starts tonight at 9 p.m.! Any outfits are welcome! The crazier, the better! Make sure to wear a mask that covers at least a half of your face and DON'T take it off until the party ends! Make sure to use FAKE names even if you bring someone with you! Why? Because it's fun!!! Surprise the other guests! (You're not obligated to reveal your true identity at all.)

It's completely FREE!"

You hummed as you read the little advertisement you noticed on the street. Actually, it was hard not to notice. It was huge and flashy and it was nearly everywhere. You wondered how many people actually would turn up. Since it was for free and they offered food and drinks (not for free though but you thought it was understandable) you decided there would be a lot of people.

Even if you worried the crowd would be too big, you still were considering going as well. You definitely could pick a cool outfit for this or maybe rent one.

It sounded exciting.

The 'bring someone with you' part stuck in your mind, though. As you kept walking down the street, your mind wandered to that one person you'd have liked to invite, (F/C). You and them were friends, very good friends and you cherished them a lot. You loved spending time with them and all in all they were a great person and your friendship was strong and amazing.

However, there was something else. Something that'd been bothering you for some time. Yes, they were a great friend, but you'd had romantic feelings for them for a while already... and you felt like they weren't and never would be reciprocated. You had many worries. You couldn't help being afraid of rejection and you were afraid to somehow ruin your friendship. Or maybe not ruin but make it awkward. You didn't want (F/C) to feel bad for you or to feel guilty if they didn't feel the same way.

And also... you were afraid they may like someone else even though they were single. But who knew? You weren't a mind reader to know for sure and when you asked (F/C) just laughed it off and joked and avoided answering the question. You couldn't help interpreting it as 'Yes, I do, in fact, like someone a lot but I'm not going to tell you'. If it was true, you respected their wish. But it would make things easier for you if you just knew...

That was why you kept silent and never confessed. It seemed as though the more time you spent with (F/C), the stronger your feelings got and sometimes it was getting so frustrating and you wanted so much to tell (F/C) everything but couldn't.

You were pretty hopeless about your crush and sometimes all this saddened you but you were happy to be (F/C)'s friend nevertheless.

And you were going to invite them to the masquerade party.

"What? You can't?"

"Yeah, sorry!" You heard (F/C) chuckle awkwardly on the other end of the phone. "I have plans for tonight. I'm sure you can invite someone else! Don't get me wrong, I'd love to go with you! But yeah. I'm really sorry!"

You just called (F/C) to tell them about 'one very fun place' where you wanted to invite them to. You didn't even mention it was a masquerade party yet and (F/C) had already declined.

You couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. You were hoping to have a good time with them.

"Hey, you... you aren't upset, are you?" you heard (F/C)'s worried voice.

Apparently you were silent for a bit too long.

"Ah, no, no, it's fine!" You tried to reassure them and even attempted to make your voice sound cheerful and light. "It's no big deal. I'll just invite someone else, I wouldn't want to intrude in your plans!" You briefly wondered what their plans could be. You felt a pang of sadness and jealousy at the thought it could be a date with someone...

"Oh, good." You heard them sigh with relief. "Then I wish you to have a good time!"

"Same to you."

You said goodbyes to each other and then (F/C) hung up. You just stood silently and motionlessly for a few moments, digesting what had just happened. You suddenly didn't feel like going at all.

But you didn't have any other plans for the evening. You had nothing to do and you'd already prepared your outfit. However, you didn't really want to invite anyone else to go with you.

'No', you decided. 'I deserve to go and have fun and unwind for a while. With (F/C) or not I still can go and have a lot of fun by myself! Besides, I may meet someone nice there. There will be a lot of people that will want to talk and spend time with complete strangers and it won't be weird, so why not?'

These thoughts made you feel better and more willing to go again. So you decided to go take a shower before getting ready to go to the party.

"Wow..."

The place was huge! The party had barely started and there already was a crowd but the place was so huge it wasn't a problem! And it was decorated so nicely, so prettily! You stood there, looking around in awe.

And all the outfits! They seemed perfect, absolutely magnificent! And they were so different, some of them pretty modern and others from older fashion styles; you were pretty sure you saw some people dressed as some characters. Of course everyone wore masks, some of them covered only a half of the face, some covered it completely, leaving only eyes visible. And the music was just what you'd expect from this place. It set the atmosphere very well. Some people were already dancing and some were chatting or buying drinks and food and sitting at some tables and seats.

It was majestic. You were glad you decided to come.

For a while you tried to figure your way around until someone approached you.

"Good evening! Enjoying the party?" They smiled in a friendly manner.

"Oh— yes, it seems great! I've just arrived though."

"I figured that out. You looked a little lost so I decided to come to the rescue." They chuckled. "I'm (STR2), by the way."

"Oh, I'm (F-Y/N). Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you too. I really like your outfit."

You grinned, delighted to hear the compliment. "Thank you! I like yours as well."

(STR2) invited you to join a little group of people they'd already befriended. All of them were very different and all of them had very different names. Some of them were simpler, some were very unusual. Even though no one could really stop the guests from using their real names, you assumed that the majority still used pseudonyms. You decided it was really more fun this way.

You received a lot of compliments on your outfit and people were very nice to you and it was interesting to talk to them. You were put in a good mood rather quickly; you'd just arrived and already made some friends. Then you danced and ate some food and drank some drinks and laughed and you were able to completely forget about (F/C) for the evening.

At some point, when your company already had expanded and had much more people and all of you were just chatting, (STR2), who disappeared for a while, returned with one more person.

"Hey, everyone, this is (STR)! I met them a while ago and then lost them in the crowd. Where have you been, friend?"

"I guess I just wanted to be alone for a while," (STR) responded with a somewhat shy smile.

For some reason you stared at them. You stood there and kept staring at them. Their outfit was stunning, of course. But it wasn't only that. For some reason you were as though mesmerized, unable to look away. As soon as you saw (STR) they instantly caught your attention, and when they spoke you became captivated.

Apparently (STR) felt that someone was looking at them so intently so they turned and caught your gaze. They smiled warmly at you and your heartbeat increased.

"(STR), let me introduce everyone to you," (STR2) offered.

They named each and every person flawlessly, managing to remember every name without almost any mistakes. When it was your turn all you could do was smile at (STR) and they grinned in response.

Did you imagine it or their eyes lingered on you much longer than on other people? Perhaps you weren't the only one so mesmerized, you thought giddily.

For a while (STR) stood there and chatted with everyone. Every person got interested in them as it was a new member of your group. Everyone wanted to know more. (STR) started telling about themselves and their life, obviously purposely keeping some things vague. You found yourself especially eager to get to know them better and it was you two who chatted the most.

At some point you started noticing some things... In some ways (STR) strongly reminded you of (F/C). Their height, their build, their smile and face features that you could see, their voice... and especially their eyes that were looking at you with such interest.

They were just like (F/C). Maybe that was why you instantly liked them? You felt a little guilty about it. And also a little sad now. You wanted to escape the thoughts of (F/C), not reinforce them. And this person deserved to be accepted the way they were, not because they resembled someone else you knew.

At some point everyone decided to go dance again.

"Are you coming, (F-Y/N)?" someone asked.

You felt a bit too sad now to dance. You smiled nonetheless. "No, I think I'm going to stay here for now."

"Alright." The person turned to (STR). "And how about you?"

"I think I'll also stay. I already danced a bit too much and I don't want to collapse from exhaustion right here on the floor, unless I'm drunk." They laughed.

You wondered to yourself if they stayed because you did.

The person smiled. "Alright. Have fun, lovebirds!"

You blushed a little. Just what on earth did that mean?!

"Wow, lovebirds? Isn't it a little too early in our relationship to call us that? I mean, I should at least take you out on a date!" (STR) joked with a smile. You noticed that their cheeks went a bit redder too. Apparently they were a little embarrassed as well.

You smiled too. "Yeah, well... maybe spending time with me at this party could count as a date?" You weren't going to flirt with someone you just met but somehow you felt that was what was happening.

"Oh, then we should sit at one of those tables and order some fancy food!" (STR) played along.

You found a free table and made your orders and chatted more. The more you talked, the more you learned about each other, somehow managing not to reveal various details crucial to your true identity. You kept things vague. That was what made the whole masquerade thing interesting, but you hoped (STR) would want to remain your friend even after it all ended and you parted. That they would be willing to reveal who they were and just... keep in touch or something. You two seemed to understand each other really well, just perfectly, and had a lot in common.

For example, the whole 'romantic crush on a friend' thing.

"Really?" You gaped.

"Yeah, really, stop sounding so surprised!" they exclaimed with a laugh, slightly embarrassed. "Yes, me too, I too have this problem like you!"

"Sorry, it's just..." You shook your head with an unbelieving smile. "Hard to believe, you know? I mean we... I don't know, we understand each other so well? And everything is going just so well between us and now this thing too."

"Yeah, I know!" (STR) also shook their head. "Weird, huh? But..." They leaned a little forward towards you and spoke in a somewhat lowered voice. "From the beginning there was something that attracted me to you. Maybe I just already sensed how similar we are." Their smile was softer now as well as the way they looked at you. It was... gentle and sad.

You weren't entirely sure how to react

"To be honest, it was the same way to me," you said. You wondered if you reminded them of someone too...

"You know..." you started slowly, looking down, carefully choosing words. You felt a little guilty for imagining (F/C) in place of this person in front of you. You needed to get this out of your system. "I have to confess." You looked up again to study their reaction.

They seemed very calm and as though expectant? "Yeah? Go on."

"Well," you shrugged a little and smiled uncertainly. "It's just... you remind me of that person I'm in love with and... I guess I just feel guilty so I have to tell you."

You weren't sure what kind of a reaction you expected. Either way, (STR) grinned in response. "I totally get it. You also remind me of my person."

Your eyes widened a little in surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah!" (STR) nodded eagerly.

"Damn! That's one hell of a coincidence!" You couldn't help it and laughed.

(STR) laughed with you. "I know, right? It's simply unbelievable!"

"We're too similar! How's that possible?!"

"I have no idea!"

It felt like finally you met someone who could get you, who understood your problems and you in general. They reminded you of (F/C) so much you could almost, almost imagine (F/C) on their place...

"I still feel guilty about thinking of someone else when I look at you," you said.

(STR) raised their eyebrows. "Come on, don't! It's fine, after all, I see someone else when I look at you too. And I feel slightly guilty as well," they smiled sadly.

You grinned. "Then we are definitely the same."

"Yeah! And hey, tell me about your person," (STR) said, leaning forward.

You blushed a little. "Oh, them... well..." As you looked at (STR), you imagined (F/C) sitting in front of you with that curious look in their eyes, a gentle smile on their lips. "They are... beautiful... great... wonderful." You sighed with a chuckle. "I know it sounds cliché but they really are. I just wish... I wish they felt the same way I feel about them."

(STR) nodded. "I know. I— well, I know, I feel this way too, about mine."

You exchanged looks that spoke of deep mutual understanding.

"Tell me about it," you asked, touching (STR)'s hand in encouragement.

You kept talking for a long time, telling each other about your feelings and people you were in love with. Both of you remained vague, but you'd learned that (STR)'s beloved one was also attractive, smart, creative, imaginative and simply great.

Both of you were extremely lovesick, it seemed.

"You know," (STR) spoke, your hands still touching. "Looking at you and thinking of my person, I feel like I could... you know... lean closer and kiss you, for example." They smiled shyly.

You smiled in response too. "Really?" They nodded, cheeks pink. You lowered your gaze. "To be honest, I... well, I have the same thoughts. But... it's bad, isn't it?" You looked at your new friend again, suddenly uncertain. "We're trying to replace the people we like with someone who reminds us of them. It's... unfair, to everyone."

"It's not like anyone would know aside from us," (STR) said.

"Yes but I would—"

"No need to feel ashamed or guilty," (STR) interrupted you in a firm voice. "I think we've suffered enough from our unrequited love."

You didn't respond, but to be honest, you couldn't disagree.

"I-I can't b-believe this is happening."

(STR)'s voice was soft but rough, hoarse. They stammered when they spoke, affected strongly by what was happening, but it didn't matter: the sound of their voice was enough to cause a shiver going down your spine. Their voice was sexy when heavy with arousal like that.

You chuckled breathlessly. "Me neiher," you confessed and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of (STR)'s mouth. They shifted until your lips were touching and kissed you greedily, their tongue slipping inside your mouth. You responded with just as much vigour.

You didn't know how it happened but there you were now. In a quiet corner of the dark hallway where no one went and no one disturbed you, pressed against the wall by (STR). You weren't even sure whose idea it was originally. Maybe it occured to you both at the same time as there was a spark of desire between you two.

For some reason neither of you tried to fight it and went with it instead. You wanted (STR) and (STR) wanted you and if you couldn't be with (F/C), couldn't do with them all the things you were doing now and wished it was them instead of (STR)... You decided you were allowed to enjoy yourself a little. All guilt and shame were gone now, there was only this mutual attraction between you and (STR).

Both still fully clothed, you didn't want to risk getting caught, didn't feel comfortable enough to go further and shed any bits of fabric. You kissed and pressed against each other, (STR) dry humping you against the wall. Their thigh pressed between your legs and you moaned at the sensation.

It was good. Way too good. You felt like you were drunk, except you were completely sober.

It still was so surreal.

(STR)'s hands wandered all over your body, heavy and greedy, wanting everything at once, never satisfied. Just that was enough to make you shiver from all the pleasant sensations it gave you.

And when (STR) shoved their hands under your clothes, you couldn't repress a moan that you let out into the kiss.

This was heavenly. You didn't know why, but it was. Maybe you'd just had a lot of frustration, especially recently, especially when it was about (F/C) and now you could unwind with this stranger, imagining (F/C) on their place. Maybe that was what made it so good.

Your hands touched and groped (STR) as well, eliciting gasps and soft mewls from them. Oh, they were so sensitive. You wondered if (F/C) was so sensitive too.

And then you wondered if (STR) was thinking of their person right now as well. They probably were but it didn't matter. You were making each other feel so good, distracting from all the negativity in your lives, forgetting there was a real world around you at all.

You felt good and that was what mattered.

You groped each other and touched, continuing dry humping, until both of you got their hands on each other's private parts, stroking, groping.

Even though touched on top of the clothes, (STR) moaned, the part of their face you could see all flushed, and hid their face in your neck.

"More..." they begged. "More..."

You bit your lip, focusing on getting them off. They were so close it was hard to move your hands but you tried. When you got them under the fabric and touched (STR) directly, they jolted and moaned again from the mere touch.

They were way too sensitive.

You kept touching them, stroking, squeezing, your hands already all wet from their juices, squelching, creating wet noises in the darkness and silence. Silence that was broken by the sounds of (STR)'s moaning and whimpering, along with heavy breathing.

You decided you liked those sounds. Wanted to hear more.

You went faster and (STR) arched against you.

"Oh god, (F-Y/N)..." A fake name, but still sent a shiver down your spine. You were just as aroused and needy as (STR) but right now it wasn't you being the main focus.

(STR) still fumbled, tried to give you some pleasure, but their attempts were rather idle as they were unable to pay attention to what their hands were doing down there as you were making them feel so amazingly good.

"Ohhh, (F-Y/N), I'm going to—" They never finished their sentence as they shuddered and clung to you tightly, hiding their face on your shoulder. A moan left their lips, a long delicious moan, slightly muffled. You heard (STR) repeat your name several times as they came, your hands never stopping working on them.

Then (STR) went all limp and you stopped, waiting for them to recover.

And when they did, they pulled away a little and grinned at you. "Your turn."

Before you could say anything, (STR) was touching you down there again and all you did was moan. They shoved their hands under your clothes to touch you directly skin to skin and you forgot about anything else.

What they were doing to you was simply wonderful and amazing. They clearly knew what they were doing, touching just the right spots at the right time with the right pressure.

(STR) couldn't see you very well in the dark but they watched your reactions, or rather, they felt them. They felt your heavy breathing, you shudders and when you arched, they felt tension in your body appearing and disappearing. It was their guide as to how to bring you pleasure.

And it definitely worked. Whatever they were doing it felt incredible and you kept making so many noises to the point that (STR) had to cover your mouth with their free hand, surprising you.

"Shh..." They smiled. "We're alone here but we don't want to attract unwanted attention..."

You snorted behind their hand. Then you pushed it aside and before (STR) said anything you were kissing them. They responded readily, shoving their tongue in your mouth while their hand worked on you.

And you were getting closer and closer to your release and pretty fast, too. You knew it would be over soon.

"(F/C)..." you spoke when you pulled away from the kiss, surprising your partner but you didn't care, all you could think of was (F/C) and nobody else. It didn't even matter that you were doing it with a complete stranger. All you could think of was (F/C).

(STR), however, seemed to put even more effort into what they were doing. While you chanted (F/C)'s name over and over, (STR) kissed you hotly, swallowing your words and moans, kissing you with such vigour as though they were trying to devour you.

You had to pull away again, though, and moaned weakly.

"(F/C)!" You came with your unrequited love's name on your lips and (STR) kept pleasuring you until you couldn't take it anymore as it was too much, too overwhelming. When your orgasm subsided you pushed their hand away and they complied with your unspoken request.

They cleaned themselves and helped you clean yourself too. However, there was something strange about the way they behaved, but you couldn't tell what it was.

It seemed (STR) was hesitant about something.

"What? Something wrong?" you asked, suddenly worried.

They shook their head. "No. It's just..." They sighed. "You said the name... their name..."

You blinked. "What?"

"(F/C). That's the name you said."

"Oh..." The realization dawned on you slowly but heavily. "OH! Oh my god, I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" You weren't even sure what you were apologizing about and why, but it felt wrong to say someone else's name while you were with this person, even if they were aware they reminded you of someone else.

"It's alright," (STR) reassured you. "Really, it is." You relaxed a little.

Still, you didn't mean to reveal (F/C)'s name.

(STR) still seemed to want to say something but was as though indecisive. You waited patiently for them to make up their mind about whatever was the matter.

"You know," they started and smiled, "the name you said... I... I'm wondering if it's a coincidence but I don't think it is..."

That confused you. "What are you talking about?"

(STR) was silent at first. And then— "(Y/N)?" They said your real name, not the fake one you told them, and took off their mask.

You gasped, then froze in shock, staring at them.

It was (F/C). All this time it was (F/C) and you didn't know, didn't even think for a moment it could be them.

When you were able to move again and stop gaping, you silently took off your mask as well.

"(F/C)," you said their name softly and it wasn't a question. Everything was clear as a day now.

Both of you stood there, silent and awkward, sounds of music from the party reaching there, though very muffled. Neither of you knew what to do or say.

"Well," (F/C) shrugged and smiled, "that was unexpected."

"It sure was," you agreed.

"Well, I meant it," (F/C) said. Seeing your confused look, they explained, "The things I said about my... crush. About you. Back there at the party. I meant it."

You tried to remember what they had told you. "Oh, yeah... That you were in love with me for a long time... Wanted to confess but were afraid of rejection... But really you found yourself in too deep, right?"

"Yeah," they exhaled. They looked tense, yet hopeful. "Yeah."

"I meant it too," you admitted as well. "The things I said about you. I meant them."

"So..." (F/C) grinned widely.

Suddenly, you were grinning too, unable to stop. "Yeah?"

Both of you fell silent, grinning happily, beaming at each other stupidly, eyes shining.

"Does it mean we're... together now?" (F/C) asked, careful.

"Well," you shrugged, trying to be casual about it, but being careful as well, "if you'd like."

"I would," (F/C) said readily. "And you?"

"Me too." It wasn't even something you needed time to think about. You'd wanted it for too long to hesitate now.

You two kissed, still grinning at each other, then you started laughing while (F/C) merely smiled and hugged you gently.

Then you remembered something and pulled away.

"Why didn't you go to this party with me?" you asked.

"Oh..." (F/C) frowned and hesitated. "Well, I guess I was kind of... frustrated with our... you know..." They shrugged. "With the way things were. I needed to get away from everything and everyone, even if for one evening. A masquerade party looked like a perfect option."

You chuckled. "I guess it really was perfect then. I mean, both of us got what we wanted, didn't we?"

"Yeah." (F/C) leaned in and kissed you once but couldn't stop and kept covering your face in kisses until you were pushing them away.

You remembered how (STR2) had said the party wasn't just a party, but it was magical. Who knew, maybe there really was a bit of magic involved.

divider credit — cafekitsune; original photo credit — Flaca

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lucas

they said you are "superman" i thought to myself, "fuck, i'm intrigued" then you came and proved they were right did i felt happiness or was i just thinking of someone else but the smile i made was genuine with a hint of lust lucky, i got to work with this tall handsome dude from bilbao

saturday night, there was a concert of some local artists there are bottles of beer and sodas on the sidewalk shells of sunflower seeds spread out everywhere like confetti people are singing and dancing to the songs i've never heard before and i saw a woman peed in the open…like it was nothing

the flavours of doritos took over my tongue and i got a little bit tipsy with a bottle of jack a taste i don't even like, a feeling i never get used to a lot of us went to the bar after the last song ended there, i pretend i was someone who was outgoing and fun and honestly…it was fine

sunday, 3am hits the clock and my social battery has reached its limit the crew mates i'm with still have energies to spare so i just sat on the side of the street, they went to the bar next door there, i waited

alex saw me (not my alex), he's smiling he approached me and lend me a hand i reached for his and i stood up he's drunk or sober, i couldn't really tell he always act like that even onboard and at work but i think it's the thing that gives him charm and it's cute then there you are, walking towards us i felt really hot and it wasn't because of the alcohol on a second thought…maybe it was?

alex introduced me to you i said, "hello" you said, "hello" you gave me the most manly hand shake i've ever received in my life a bit more force and you'll probably crush my hand you are so intimidating and i always fell to that specific type of a man

the two ladies you are with joined in the one you're with gave me kisses on both my cheeks i don't know if she's your girlfriend but i got a feeling she's not you can get every girl you like with your hot and sexy appearance to tell you the truth, unfaithful guys was a big turn off for me but i am not going to judge you for it you're not going to be interested in me anyway i just thought to myself "if i was a girl, i wouldn't want to date someone like that"

we said goodbye and went on your way along the street as i stare at you in the distance thinking, "you'll probably fuck her tonight" it's none of my business so i let go of the thought i kinda wish someone would do the same thing and ask me out tonight funny, someone did though or i think it was a middle age whose words i could not understand "no habla español" was the only thing i know but she kept going even after i said that i don't know how many times i said no before she backed off i am into men, not women

time has passed and i forgot about it about what i felt the first time we met was it because of that night or was it because i know better "do not fall for unavailable guys, you will suffer consequences" karma's just around the corner, do not provoke it plus, i rarely see you so that must be it

my last night in cadiz was a memorable one evening of free concert, carnival and chaotic fun we dance, jump and sing to a band and the songs they cover your fine face showed up there i could find you even around a huge crowd i got so nervous, i avoided you there again in the bar, i couldn't look you in the eye alex was there too and the new 2nd officer whose name i would know later he pointed out the black mesh shirt i wore and gave me compliments about my body alex pinched my left nipple, that made me giggle everything was spinning uncontrollably as i got drunk then there you are, taking her somewhere some place only you and her could know i thought to myself, "i want to have that" "wish i could have that" "why can't i have that?" we went back on the ship with the thought of you clinging on my mind

november came, it was my time to be your watchman first hours was jut complete silence and i am never a stranger to quiet places but it probably bothered you, so you talked you were in front of me, i listened but nothings getting in my head except the view of your beautiful face you have the looks of the cuban-american actor william levy just the refined, younger and perfect version of his i just found out again the forgotten feeling i left somewhere

you became the very reason why i get excited everyday just knowing i have a time to steal some glances at your muscular body and your perfectly moulded butt cheeks makes him drool…the me inside my head when it gets dark and you are working in the computer the light on it makes me see you better i use a binocular to get a closer look and i get to stare at you for a very long time without you knowing knowing you can have an innocent look other than the tough one you always wear you were lost in front of the screen but i was lost in you

the jokes you made, the questions you asked was probably your way to know me better you got to know how i love the dark i got to know you love the light i love the rain you love the sun we were a complete opposites but you know, opposite attracts you told me once to sing you a song i refused to do it

"how about this, if you sing i sing?

"i don't know"

we just laughed and filled the air with easiness i'll smile everyday for you the birds you fed in the morning naming each one of them was funny predator (pre-day-tor) was one of them i did not understand it at first 'cause of the way you said it i like that side of you i even lied about something just to have a conversation with you i'm just glad to know you worried about me or was it just something i want to believe

i heard rumours about you and him that you did some things to get to the higher rank quickly but seeing both of you made me think that it was probably true the way you play around with each other says something but you said it yourself you skipped a lot of officers in line for the promotion it came to me as a shock but i guess you gotta do what you gotta do

i dream about what happened him sucking you dry you fucking him hard or maybe it's the other way around and i got really jealous of him he got a chance to see you naked to see the one thing i've been wanting to see he has the power over you—frankly, over us too or maybe you have the power over him i have no way of knowing i just gotta stop thinking about it

the thing you got down there is something i want to touch to see, to smell, to taste and to keep for myself the greediness in me is showing when it comes to this kind of stuff the silhouette in your tiny pants wasn't enough for me the fantasies i made in my head wasn't gonna cut it less than a second of glimpse wasn't gonna make me feel satisfied i want you all to myself

that is one of the reasons why i am afraid to fall in love to be with someone my obsession comes with it obsessive trait is what most people hate from a person i don't want the person i love hate me because of it i don't want it but i can't help it it is something wrong that i need to reconstruct in my head can obsession be something good? or is it just a tool for one's destruction

but now, i only have a week of dreaming you are leaving next week and i don't know how to deal with that today, i couldn't even smile at you and i felt horrible because it change the air inside the room why do i have to feel sad whenever the people i like leaves? i've been through this many times before and i am still not used to this remember, time heals everything… time heals everything

i learned my lessons i need to stop being so dramatic there's no need to act snobby give him smiles until the last day i had a little moment with you earlier i touched your hand and it's not the way i remember it somehow, it's soft and tender like it wasn't built for lifting weights and your cold hands matched with mine i'm going to miss this

you are provoking my whole being and i know you are also watching me no complaints on my part i like it when you pull your shorts upward you made it seem like you are just wearing a boxer brief i want to get stuck between those lovely legs and stay there until sunrise

i wonder what ran on your mind when you caught me looking at you i would not have deny it if you asked me about it the look on your face spelled a "question mark" and i'm so ready for a new arc in my story but i shook my head and stare back at the horizon with a view of a purple-pink painted morning sky i wiped off the smirk on my face

the conversation came as natural as it should when i asked you, "when will you disembark?" you asked me if i'm going to cry i said no, because i won't you asked if i'm going to miss you

"no, why would i miss you?"

i laughed, but the truth is… i will

"because i'm going to miss you"

words you said that caught me off guard i know that doesn't mean anything and you're probably just lying but it made me feel happy somehow you asked me again this time i said, "sure" i really wish for you to stay

three days left, the time is getting shorter the barricade has been blown away we shorten the span of our distance today was the day i made you laugh 15th of november year 2023 was something i don't want to forget i got to know what your cabin smells like what it looks like i got to sniff your sweaty underwear no musky scent, i'm quite disappointed that just show how hygienic you are i imagined you taking it off in the same spot thought of you bathing on your tub dreaming of you sleeping soundly in your bed was i being recorded? i will never know any chance of getting to know you better i'll grab it whatever consequences i'm gonna get i don't mind at all i'm being creepy and disgusting aren't i?

you told me you like christmas 'cause that's the only time you could whistle was that a thing in the place where you grew up? definitely wasn't mine then the tune of jingle bells echoed throughout the bridge you asked me to do it with you too bad, i don't know how and you're taking any song request i didn't give you one yet, you kept on whistling the same song over and over again i giggled, was that the only song you could do? why asked for any request? you said 'cause that's your favourite song i doubt that then we laughed

i'm gonna miss your "special missions" but after what happened today, i don't think i would you ignored me like i wasn't even in the room i want to convince myself that it was nothing yet, my emotions says a different thing you flirt with the ruler of this buoyant machine your whispered conversations was loud in my head as if i could understand every worn in spanish he stated that i will be the witness of a sexual harassment was it though? when he's clearly enjoying every part of it and i'm sure you did too your smile seems genuine when you are with him seeing you with your arms around him cuts like a blade in the back of my neck

goodbye, the source of my current fantasies "may we never see each other again" some words i want to be true but i know myself, i would probably want to cross paths with you again to keep hoping that there's still something something could happen between you and me but for now, this is it for us all i have now is a video of you throwing your head back laughing like a kid swaying side to side through some rave music it's in my phone and i'll keep it come back…be here my 1989 dude damn, enough with all this taylor swift reference

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