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itcanbegoodagain · 3 years

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Gentle Love

More Everlark fluff, because, really, is there ever too much?

Word Count: 1821 (not really proofread)

Now that the need isn't so dire, it's harder for me to rise before the sun does. And, most times, it isn't a problem. There's no need for me to be up so early in the day. Summer, though, was a different story.

The sun was too damn hot!

So, with heavy and unwilling limbs, I rolled out of bed, straightening the sheets before washing up.

Minutes later, when I crossed into the kitchen, Peeta was already there, finishing breakfast at the table. He broke into a grin, making my lips lift into a smile back. He stood and grabbed the warming teakettle off the stove, filling a mug and placing it at my spot on the table.

Then he took a step over to me and gave me his customary good morning kiss on the crown of my head. At first, I teased him about doing it everyday, but now I wrap my arms around Peeta's stomach, not-so-secretly craving this gentle love every morning.

"Hi," I said softly, grinning and pressing a kiss to his shirt. He hugged me back, resting his cheek on my head. My eyes fell shut again, craving to return to sleep, while I basked in Peeta's steadiness. This little ritual we do always starts my day off on the right foot. The beat of his heart had almost lulled me back into a light sleep when he quietly said my name.

I squeezed him tighter, holding him close for another moment, and unwound myself from his embrace. One of his hands came up to rest on the side of my face. "I gotta head to the bakery now." His thumb lightly ran down my cheekbone. "I'll see you later. Have a good day," he added, and I replied in kind.

I heard the door shut behind Peeta as I sat down to my now cooling tea. Sipped it and, ah yes, the perfect temp. He even remembered to add the extra mint leaf. Quite a spoiled wife, I am.

By the time I finally deemed myself alert enough not to fall out of a tree, the sun was already climbing high in the sky. It was going to be a very hot day.

The animals are much smarter than I am, evidently. They were staying home, in their cool dens and nests, as one should on a day as blistering as this. Sweat was pooling in, just, all of everywhere. I was tired and uncomfortable, to put it lightly. The added bonus of nothing to show for the day really topped it all off.

It was a relief to finally return home, dumping my bow and bag as soon as I entered the door. I peeled my shoes off next, leaving them in the entryway. I'm usually the one fussing at Peeta for doing just that. When I reached our bathroom, the first thing I did was turn the shower on. My clothes were quickly shucked to the floor, the tie from my braid promptly following.

I closed my eyes as I stepped into the cool stream of water, running my fingers through my hair to get it thoroughly soaked. I spun in a slow circle, grateful for the simple luxury of a shower. Still, not one to be wasteful, I indulged in a few more minutes of sitting in the steady stream, then I stood and shut it off.

With the towel wrapped around me, I pondered what to wear as I looked at my closet. I tend to favorite pants, but there is no way. I decided on instead wearing my soft dressing gown, the thin fabric only brushing my knees surely going to keep me cool.

I sighed, pulling the fridge open. My lack of kills from this morning's hunt became glaringly evident, what with all these vegetables staring back at me. I reached in and grabbed a few different things, shutting the door with my hip as I turned around.

Then I got to work, cleaning and chopping as necessary, and put together a pretty nice salad, if I do say so myself. Light, fresh veggies from our garden out back, with a squeeze of lemon juice and cracked pepper sprinkled on top.

Air conditioning has yet to make it out to many places here in Twelve, so all of our windows were thrown wide open, the curtains moving in the summer breeze. I could hear Haymitch's geese honking over in his yard, and I grinned to myself. Geese, of all things to raise.

Peeta came in as I was setting my plate into the rack to dry, using a towel to wipe my hands. I leaned back against the counter, looking him up and down. Took in his sweat-soaked shirt, his flushed cheeks, his damp hair. I rose a brow. "Hot day in the bakery, was it?" I asked, breaking into a grin.

He rolled his eyes as he nodded, shooting me a snarky grin as he grabbed a glass of water. He quickly downed it, filling the glass up again before reaching over to snag my arm and bring me closer.

I backed up a step, his arm falling into the space between us. He sent me an exaggerated pout. "Nope, not until you take a shower. I'm already rinsed off, so no touching until you are, too."

Peeta tried to reach out again, this time for my other arm, and I evaded it. I gave him a look, and he held his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, I give. I'll go shower." Then he grinned, and I knew that look. "But not before I do this!" he said, quickly darting in and pressing a kiss to my cheek.

Before I even reacted, he took off for the stairs, yelling behind him, "Okay! Going! Love you!" as he went. I watched him go, touching my cheek as a flush spread its way across my face. His casual show of love sometimes still makes me shy, but I'm learning to take in every little moment he tells me that he loves me in a different way. I try to do the same for him in return -- he deserves that at the very least. At most, more than anything I could ever give him.

But I'm too selfish to let anyone else have him. And nobody else compares to me in his eyes, so there's really nothing to worry about at all, is there?

My smile slipped off my face over the next few minutes, but it easily returned when I caught Peeta's eye as he came down the stairs. He was wearing his undershorts and a t-shirt on top, also doing his best to stay cool. I stood and made my way over to him as he followed me with his eyes.

He took his hand and ran his fingers up my neck, over my jaw. Cupped my cheek, pulling my head closer as he slowly, deftly, kissed me. My breath caught in my throat, just for a moment. "Am I clean enough for you, now?" he asked, pressing his lips to mine again, gently biting at the bottom one. "I missed you almost as much as I melted in the heat."

I threw my head back and laughed. "Oh, I know. It's merciless out there. I don't even want to think about how hot it is in front of all those ovens."

"Precisely why I closed up early, my dear." He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "I said to hell with selling what was left in the case, so I shut off the ovens and passed it out on the way home. Knowing you were here may have aided in my decision, but really, who's to say?" He smiled at me again, a hint of mischief playing on his lips.

My heart swelled at his words. How I ended up with such a generous man as my husband, I will never know. Everything he does somehow makes me love him more, and I don't know how there can be much more room in my heart for it to keep growing.

"It's gonna be a meatless day today - no luck hunting this morning," I told him. It's not a problem if I don't get anything out on my hunts; we don't rely on what I bring home, but we vastly prefer it over the butcher's cuts. "There's also a salad in the fridge if you're hungry."

"A personal chef, just for me," he said, pulling the door open and taking the plate out. "Thank you."

I joined Peeta at the table, resting my chin in my hand as I looked out the window. Took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. The need for sleep returned now that I had a full belly, and I closed my eyes. Oh, perhaps it's okay not to do anything the rest of the day. I could give myself this day of doing nothing. Perhaps I could convince Peeta to do the same.

I opened my eyes, turning my head to look back at Peeta. He was already watching me, his features soft in the sunlight. Yes, I thought, tilting my head, he will be easy to convince.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "What are you scheming up over there?"

I hummed. "Oh, nothing, really." Then I stood, walking around the table, and planted myself in his lap. One of my arms rested on his shoulder, my hand easily finding its place in his damp hair. Peeta's eyes fell shut as I lightly combed my fingers through his curls. He let out a small sigh. One of his hands traced back and forth on my thigh, the other one twining with my free hand in our lap. We stayed like this for a while, comfortable in the other person's company.

At some point, he began bestowing the lightest and softest kisses along my neck, his closest access point. Using the hand already in his hair, I brought his face up to mine, kissing his lips. He tasted like lemon.

"What do you say," I started, "to lazing around the rest of the day?"

He grinned. "Way ahead of you, my love." Kissed me again, this time with more pressure, my heart racing in response. "Well, maybe not exactly nothing...." he added, pulling me ever closer to him.

I laughed, feeling the warm pressure of our bodies against each other. "I thought that was a given in the term 'lazing around.'"

"It is. I just wanted to make sure you were aware of it."

I bit my lip, holding back a sarcastic response. My thumb tilted his chin up, our lips meeting in the middle for another kiss. He made a noise in the back of his throat when I lightly scraped my nail along his skin, and I grinned against his lips.

A good day to laze around, indeed.

#everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #katniss and peeta #ficlet #fluff #the hunger games #post mockingjay #canon compliant #i struggled writing this so don't tell me if u think it's bad #i love peeta

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thestrangeprophet-blog · 3 years

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The Muse and the Soldier

· f/reader x Levi Ackerman

· No NSFW

· HC storyline

· I do not own the rights to any of the characters

· PLS support the actual Attack on Titan anime

You open your eyes and take pleasure in the feel of the morning breeze coming from the window. Breathing in the air which carried the aroma of those special blue flowers potted downstairs in front of your tea shop. Seems you have left all your pencils across the desk and the drawings plastered to the walls from the night before had fallen again. You pick up the drawings and admire the one yet to be finished. It is of a regular customer you normally see when they come back from a scouting mission. Piercing grey eyes in contrast to his fancy dark undercut. Levi Ackerman. You always wonder how he has the time and will to keep up with his hair. After laying his portrait neatly on your desk, you ready yourself for another day brewing the finest tea you can in hopes of seeing Levi for another bout of his favorite tea.

The Captain and Commander Erwin were frequent visitors to your tea shop because Levi had always recommended it. For one reason or another, the tea you brewed satisfied him beyond what he would brew himself with what he had. Erwin had thought the same as well and it brought you enjoy your tea could be held to such standards. As a fellow tea lover, the subject of tea was never a boring conversation with Levi, no matter how short or blunt it was with him. Sure, most people see it as something more along the lines of hot leaf juice. It’s more than that and Levi understood it though it went unspoken.

Captain Levi came alone today and took his usual seat. It was rather unusual but you carry on and bring his favorite. The teapot whistles and steams like Titan smoke with the lingering scent of black tea that trails through the wind. As you set his cup in front of him and pour his tea, you notice he seems lost further in thought than normal. You finish pouring his tea and hesitantly ask if there is anything else you can do for him. He takes a second to come back to this moment and raises his head ever so slightly. His hair still covering those captivating grey eyes. Releasing an exhausted breath, he asks of one thing of you.

Levi: I- If it’s no trouble to you… will you sit with me Y/N? Even just for a moment?

Y/N: That’s a bit of an odd request, Captain. I’m surprised you even remembered my name. But sure! Anything for my best customer.

Levi: You don’t have to address me as Captain. J-just Levi will do… and thank you.

You sit in the chair across from Levi where Erwin is normally seated discussing the next expedition and plans you have for Eren and the cadets of the 104th Cadet Corps. As of in this moment, this is simply two human beings sitting together enjoying tea. Just sounds of the breeze against your ears and the softened sips coming from across the table at the lips of the man before you. Levi’s cheeks are flushed with a gorgeous rosy blush. It seems he wants to start a conversation but has no idea where to start. Its adorable how a man with a reputation for being such stone cold badass could be flustered over tea. You strike a smile in his direction and find your own way to start a conversation he could initiate. Call it encouragement if you will. The sketchpad and pencil you keep handy finally get put to use. The pencil scratching against the paper caught Levi’s attention though he kept to his tea. He watched as he appeared on the paper before him in awe.

Levi: Hey Y/N, is that supposed to be me?

Y/N: Oh, uh yeah haha! I figured you weren’t much in the mood to talk so I didn’t want to bother you while you were enjoying your tea.

Levi: You are a woman of many talents I see.

Y/N: I wouldn’t say that much.

Levi: N-nonsense. I come here to enjoy the tea you brew perfectly and the singing you think I can’t hear. Didn’t know you were so skilled with a pencil as well.

Y/N: I usually never have the time to draw during the day Levi.

Levi: Can I request something? I’ll pay for it.

Y/N: No need to pay me. What can I do for you?

Levi: I need you to draw someone for me. I don’t really know them too well, but they have a face I could never forget.

Y/N: Oh I wonder who this special person is! Could you describe them for me?

Levi: Well, they’re around the same height as me maybe a bit taller. They have long black curly hair that glistened as though it was a fire at sunset. Brown eyes like fresh honey in the morning and glistened with a hopeful shine I envy. They wear some rather dark clothing year round even when its hot outside. Their nose is slightly hooked and cheeks soft and red. Their lips glistened and they look soft to the touch. And even though they don’t think it looks very nice, they have a scar across their left eyebrow. I’m not exactly sure how they got, but they always try to cover it behind their hair yet it still finds a way to see the light. Their jawline is soft and looks like it could rest perfectly in the cups of your hands.

Y/N: Wow Levi, I didn’t realize you had a way with words.

As the form you forge is refined from guidelines to distinctive features, the person he is describing truly is a sight to behold. You may not have the colors to use but you understand the value of what those colors are which are just as powerful. Levi sits across from you amazed at your skill for a second time until you’ve finished your work. You hand him the final sketch and you already know he just asked you to draw yourself but play it off. He takes the drawing into his hand and holds it up so you and the drawing are in view with each other.

Levi: As beautiful on paper as you are in person. Tsk, your hands are even a work of art on their own.

Y/N: If I may say I’m rather flattered you’d ask me to draw myself just for you but you aren’t very good at making your flirtations subtle. Unless you weren’t trying to be subtle in the first place.

Levi: Oi its not my fault you decided to pull a journal out of nowhere while we’re drinking tea together!

Y/N: You are one hundred percent correct Levi. Really for a man who exudes such confidence, I’ve never seen you even stutter let alone get flustered over tea. Its cute.

Levi blushes even more and looks away trying to play it off. He already knows you’ve got at least one finger wrapped around him. No one really talks to him like that besides this Hange person he mentions. They sound like an interesting character from the way he describes them. You would love to meet them one day when they aren’t experimenting on Titans. For now, your gaze remains fixed on Levi’s profile as he tries to regain his composure. You would not have assumed he was even interested in such trivial things other than being a clean freak.

You are aware of Levi’s reputation but just getting to sit with him in such an intimate setting gives you a next level view of him. The clean undercut and soft flowing hair was just asking to have someone’s fingers run through it and embrace the feeling of each strand even if it meant making his hair just a little messy. Each group of strands followed the path of the wind as leaves blew from the vines. His jawline was as sharp as the blades he carried to cut down titans like butter. His hands, though they bore the weight his fallen comrades and the destined purpose to eliminate and survive, seemed delicate under the rough calluses of combat. But his eyes. Those damn grey eyes. They pierced right through me whenever you got the chance to see them yourself. All of the things they saw, and the feelings kept behind them like a locked door. There is so much pain rage behind those you wonder when the last time Levi got to see something outside the realm of horror outside and within the walls.

Y/N: Levi?

Levi: Yeah Y/N?

Y/N: When was the last time you’ve ever had a chance to relax and just lay low for awhile?

Levi: Can’t say. I don’t think I’ve given myself a damn break but I can’t afford to. I don’t exactly have anything else to do.

Y/N: Hmmm. Let’s change that. Make sure you make yourself available tomorrow at sundown. Come back to the shop and dress casual. I know somewhere we can go. I’ll even grab an extra book so you can out those hands to work other than killing Titans and jotting down whatever it is you do write for your paperwork.

Levi: B-but I c-can’t just abandon my po-

Y/N: Shush. In case you haven’t noticed you don’t have any missions scheduled for at least another week. Plus business around here is slow. We could both use a little time for ourselves. Even if its just a moment.

Levi: *blushing even more* uh- ok. I guess it wouldn’t hurt. You didn’t have to act like such a brat about it.

Y/N: If you weren’t Levi I would throw this lukewarm teapot of tea all over you

Levi: *Smiling ever so slightly* hmp I uh… I guess I could see you doing something like that. Okay, I’ll be back tomorrow to pick you up. I’m curious as to where this place is anyway.

Y/N: Alrighty then it’s a date! No ifs ands or buts. You got that Levi?

Levi: Loud and clear.

You’re leaning over the table to make sure Levi knows where he needs to be. You’re close enough to him you can smell the scent of the tea you made him mixed with just the scent of him. You’d kiss him right then and there if you really wanted to. Looks like he had the same idea but you pull away because you weren’t in that much of a rush. His lips were parted as they awaited your lips to meet his. It was thrilling seeing him even a little desperate for you but making him wait was even better. As much as Levi felt he couldn’t abandon his post, he couldn’t say no to you. He’d been working up the courage to talk to you for as long as he has been coming to your shop. Though he wasn’t the one to ask, Levi appreciated that you were the one to take the lead in making plans to accompany each other on a date. You’d been waiting for the opportunity to even be in this position. Now that it’s here, you make plans to make the date an enjoyable one that Levi would also like. Good first impressions are still pretty important. Especially if you want to make a good impression for Levi.

Levi: Tsk, its almost sundown. Id better get back to the brats at HQ.

You grab his hands and ask him to wait just a little while longer.

Y/N: Well if you’re going to be leaving, at least let me give you some extra tea and a meal to take back with you. It’s the least I can do for agreeing to going on a date with me on such short notice.

Levi: Tsk make it quick please.

Y/N: Don’t rush me. I’m being nice to you. I usually don’t just give out free tea and meals to anyone you know.

Levi: I’m sorry. Thank you. I- I uh really appreciate your generosity.

You hand Levi the tea and meal you made just for him. You touch hands for a moment and get goosebumps for the first time in a long time. You blush just enough that Levi notices as well and gives a small smirk. You exchange that smirk with one of your own.

Levi: Thank you again Y/N. I guess I’ll see you soon.

Y/N: You guess?

Levi: I will see you soon.

Y/N: Much better. And by the way, you have a very charming smile. I wish I could see it more often. It suits you almost as much as that cold gaze you’ve always got equipped.

Levi: I never really gave it much thought what that looked like. I’ll pick you tomorrow. I promise.

Y/N: You’d better if you know what’s good for ya hahaha! I’ll see you tomorrow, Captain.

END

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itsmoonpeaches · 3 years

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I hope my fic favor still stands! I was wondering if you could write a Kataang family fic? I've just been in a Kataang family mood lately😂 Thank you for being so sweet to me!!💞💞💞😭😭

It does, in fact, still stand! <3 This took a million years, but we have finally arrived. Hope you like it!

“Where are we going, daddy? I want to know,” Kya whined as she angled the top half of her body from the outer edge of Appa’s saddle. She was getting impatient, and she was insistent that everyone knew about it.

The wind was in her face, and her dark hair whipped around like a maelstrom that could not be contained.

She was an entire eight-years-old—practically an adult—and she was not entrusted with all the fun secrets Princess Izumi was. It was an atrocity to be sure. Just because Little Miss Prissy Firebender just so happened to be the Fire Lord’s daughter and older than her by a few years did not mean that Kya was not just as mature.

She heard a sigh come up from the front. The familiar indulgent tenor of her father who was steering their flying bison as they rode on it as a family. “Patience, Kya,” said Aang. “You’ll find out soon.”

“But why do I have to wait?” she moaned, flopping back into the soft middle of the saddle. Next to her, her older brother, Bumi groaned as her arm slapped him in the face.

“It’s our family vacation and your mother and I wanted it to be a surprise,” replied her father.

Her mother hummed in agreement at his side. Katara tilted her head, raising her eyebrow at Kya as she looked her in the eye. “I thought you liked that it was a surprise?” she asked, chucking. “Even Tenzin couldn’t contain his energy, and you know how your brother is. He tired himself out from all his excited airbending.”

Kya rolled her eyes, bringing her attention to the blue of the sky that passed them overheard. “Tenzy’s five. He’s a baby. He’s tired after everything,” she said. “Boom’s a baby too. He’s super tired.”

Bumi stirred, shooting up at her comment. He pouted right into her face. “Hey!” he shouted, sounding every bit as indignant as he probably should have felt.

Aang started laughing. Katara rubbed at her eyes. “This is going to be a long vacation,” she sighed.

Still, none of the bickering prepared Kya for what came next. The air had already begun to feel strange. Wet-like. Humid? She was practically wading through hot soup so high up, and she knew that was peculiar. Republic City might have been a place that sat right next to an ocean, but it never felt quite like this.

Appa roared, and then there was the telltale scent of sea salt. She should have noticed it before, but somehow it was more pronounced wherever they were. There was squirming from little Tenzin at the other end of the saddle, and a yelp from Bumi. Their lemur, Momo chittered a few times too, tail curling in and out like a cat playing with yarn.

“We’re here!” exclaimed Aang, and he flicked his wrists so that the reins steered Appa downward.

“Woah!” yelled Bumi, laughing as they started their decent. The winds were stronger in Kya’s face. “This is amazing, dad! You didn’t tell us we were going to a paradise!”

Blinking, Kya peered over the edge as well. Before her, she saw black sands. Pristine, onyx beaches. A bright azure cove stretched for miles, little dots of people milling about and playing some sort of game with a net. There were red and gold roofs that peppered the island, and emerald grass that swayed on the hills that made it up.

“Welcome to Ember Island!” laughed her dad. “The best place to sort out any problems and also to escape onto the back of a giant lion turtle!”

Katara smacked him on the arm, giggling. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Aang!” she teased.

When they landed, it was to alight on a private beach. There was a grand-looking house in the background with a cobbled courtyard. There were panels of rice paper sliding doors that were made to perfection, gold-leaf trim that shone in the sunlight at every corner of the red tiled roofs. Pillars stretched far and wide into various sky wells.

Kya ignored all of it in favor of leaping right into the ocean.

She splashed as soon as she landed, grinning with every turn she made and every spin. It was warm water, but refreshing in such a summery environment. She and her siblings stripped down to their undergarments as soon as her mother yelled at them for getting their clothes wet. She might have had to suffer having a bunch of liquid getting waterbended out of her clothes, but she would try to forget that.

“Water fight!” yelled Bumi, and they were throwing waves at each other. (Not that he had much of an advantage because Kya had maneuvered a rather large bubble of water over his head to annoy him. It did not help that Tenzin sneezed and caused a miniature tsunami that her father had to bend them out of.)

Kya tried to copy Katara and made a lumpy and misshapen surf board. She ended up having to ride behind her father’s legs in order to catch enough traction on a wave. Tenzin was too afraid to hitch a ride, and Bumi took turns between them.

At the end of the day when the sun was low and setting, her mother and father brought them to sit underneath a palm tree on the beach. Kya smiled, watching the painted colors of pink, purple, and yellow drift across the horizon.

“Who wants some fresh watermelon juice?” her mother offered, holding one large melon in each hand.

“Me!” cheered Bumi. Tenzin reluctantly agreed after him.

Katara placed one in Kya’s hands, and Kya spent the next few minutes sipping through the straw. It was sweet and tart at the same time.

“We should do this again sometime,” said Aang, leaning into the mishmash that was the rest of Kya’s crazy family.

Kya perked up at that. “Kyoshi Island? Can we ride the giant kois? Pretty please?”

Katara started to protest, but as usual, Aang agreed with an enthusiastic chime. More bickering started, but all Kya could do was sink back into the sand and let her toes work into the grains.

Today was a good day.

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fangirlandtheories · 4 years

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I recently saw that @yazuminkelei made a Geraskier coffeeshop AU and I love and as a barista I wanted to share some things that I've either done myself or have seen other people do that drips with Jaskier energy.

- The espresso machine has a name. At my shop his name is Maurice and he his treated as any other co-worker. Jaskier would absolutely come up with a name for his machine.

- Jaskier would refuse to sacrifice style for efficiency so all of his clothes would be impeccable but would feature little coffee stains on them.

-THE MUSIC. Jaskier is by far that bitch that would walk in to start his shift after someone else was controlling the music and be like "W H A T are you playing?! Absolutely NOT! How dare you subject our guests to the Top 40 hits?"

-“What can I get for you today?” “Well I want something with coffee in it?” *Jaskier's eye twitches*

-Jas is actually a tea lover over coffee. He knows how each tea can benefit the body and it's something he and Yen bond over. He likes to try to create hybrid tea mixes that can heal whatever ails you.

-"I'll take an iced espresso in a sixteen ounce cup, I'll add the milk myself. " *Jaskier, Under his breath* "So an iced latte, got it. "

-Gets bored making the basic tulip, rosetta, and hearts so he starts drawing random shit on top of lattes. His goal is to delight Ciri and confuse Geralt so he makes Ciri little bears and kittens and puts like tractors and creepy faces on Geralt's.

- The day he discovered that he could add food coloring to milk to make rainbow lattes or worse FOOD. GRADE. GLITTER. he goes fucking nuts.

-One day Yen just writes "Surprise me. " As her order and Geralt hears Jaskier giggling while he's making the order. Turns out he mixed every syrup that they had and then added like 5 shots of espresso. Yen drinks it completely straight faced, much to his chagrin.

-He talks to his drinks and depending on how busy he is or how the drink cooperates with him, his tone can be anything from "Hello gorgeous!" To "You little bitch! I'm in charge here not you"

-Refers to coffee as hot bean juice and tea as hot leaf juice.

-When he performs he brings a whole set up including large speakers and lights.

- Has built up callouses from both playing and from the heat of the milk pitcher so his hands can hardly detect heat. He's spilled fresh coffee on himself before and just shrugs it off.

- Everyone always tells him that he smells like coffee and how much they love it but he actually hates it. He always leaves feeling sticky from the syrup and smelling of stale coffee.

-He can tell exactly what's wrong with espresso simply by tasting it.

- Doesn't enjoy training because he steams milk based on temperature of the pitcher and pitch of the steam wand and it's nearly impossible to train someone on how to do that. "So when it hits a high C... C.... C!!! Aaaaand you've over aerated it."

That's all I can think of right now. Other baristas, please share your experiences.

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leafs-lover · 4 years

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Because Two People Got Drunk: 1

Series Masterlist

A/N: I have been reading other people’s stories and decided to try it out. Let me know your thoughts! This is my first fic! This is set in the future during the 2020/2021 season. Also I didn’t explain the Saint Valentine/Valentinus so feel free to look into it if you’re interested in more info on it!

Summary: You head to the bar to forget a bad week and meet someone who proves to be a much needed distraction.

Warnings: Smut,

Word Count: 2775

You sit at the bar alone swirling you’re the cup in your hand looking at the ice cubes, the whiskey almost gone. A long week of work, meetings and pending deadlines, your boss had been on your case about a project. You promised it would be ready for review in one week but you were waiting on information from Kyle. Kyle is 4 years younger than you, and had been working with you for about 5 months, he got the job because of his uncle not because of his skills and you had been picking up his slack ever since. You informed your boss you needed to push the deadline back. That conversation did not go well, hence you sitting at the bar at 5pm on a Friday.

Normally there would be more people in the bar, but Valentine’s Day was in a couple days it was likely some couples were out celebrating a few days early on a Friday night, or were out of town. You stare into your glass about to take the last sip when someone sits in the seat beside you.

“Great someone coming to hit on me” thoughts start running through your mind. Why else would he sit beside in you in an almost empty bar? You notice his large legs are almost touching yours. You throw the rest of the whiskey back, wincing at the burn.

“Long day” the man says.

“Long week” you respond looking ahead not at the man beside you. “3rd drink in the last hour”

“Yeah I hear ya, just got back from a business trip it didn’t go well. I’ve heard that talking about your problems can help you solve your problems.” He waves to the bartender and orders two whiskeys.

“That’s probably true, but sometimes you need a stiff drink or 7” you respond. The man chuckles “I’m Fred.” You look towards him and soon notice it’s not just his legs that are large, his shoulders, arms. You notice his cup looks so small in his hand, like ridiculously tiny. Thoughts run through your head: What I would do to have his hands on me, wrapped around my neck, what it would feel like to have his fingers inside you. You shake the thoughts from your mind “I'm (Y/N), nice to meet you.”

You look at his face and immediately taken back by his features. Chiseled jaw, brown eyes with his red hair; stunning you think. You learn he works for MLSE , with the leafs. He doesn’t specify the specifics, and you don’t want to pry, 5 minutes ago he said how his work wasn’t going the best.

Conversation goes smoothly and the whiskey keeps flowing. “So why is a girl like you alone the Friday before valentine’s day?”

“One I don’t have anyone to spend it with, two even if I did I wouldn’t want to. It’s not a real holiday, jewelry stores, chocolate stores, restaurants they all work together to glorify today when it has nothing to do with the true meaning. You have to know the history of saint Valentino’s to rally know the history“

Fred states at you, making you wonder if he thinks you are a women who is bitter about being single on “love day.” Then he smiles and says “Children giving valentine’s to classmates is the closest thing to the true meaning.”

“Exactly” you smile. You look at your watch almost 10. “Want to get out of here?”

A smile creeps on Fred’s face as he waves the bartender over paying for the tab. In total you had 7 drinks and Fred managed to pass you with 9. You walk out the door and the cool Toronto air sends a chill down you. You stop to admire the fresh snow, and the city lights. Fred notices you stops and turns and wraps his arms around you to help keep you warm. “It’s something isn’t it" you claim looking up and locking eyes with him.

“Yeah you are” he whispers, bringing his face down to yours connecting to your lips. You move your hands from his back to around his neck, tangling in his hair. Fred gently pushes you back until you are against the wall of the bar, never breaking the kiss. He pins you to the wall as you open your mouth allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. He pushes his hips into you, causing a low moan to leave your lips. “If I could take you right here I would" he exclaims breaking the kiss. You smile “I’d probably let you" pulling him in again “I’m only a 5 minute taxi from here, you wait and I’ll let you take me anywhere you want there.” He smirks grabbing your hand and practically running to a taxi.

You arrive and as soon as you step into your apartment Fred has you pushed against the door. His hands wandering down your thighs as he attacks your neck. “you want a… drink or anything” you barely whisper trying to be a gracious host. Fred barely let’s up from your neck to respond “I have everything I need here." He pushes your jacket off your shoulders.

He resumes his attack to your neck, his hands now with a tight grip on your hip. Definitely going to have marks after this. You manage to find the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. You admire the man in front of you for a second, chiseled abs and something in you snaps. A fire builds and you take control pushing him against the wall. Your mouth moves to his chest as you leave little bites along it. Your hands slide down his chest and begin to make work of his belt. You unbutton his pants and rub over his hard dick. His head falls back as he groans, your hand slipping under the elastic band of his boxers as you continue to kiss his chest. You slowly move your mouth down to his stomach as you drop to your knees. You look up at Fred as you pull his boxers off his cock, your hand stroking him. You look away to admire him, and your jaw drops in shock as you look back to him.

He chuckles “you don’t have to do…” he is cut off by your tongue licking his shaft. You use your tongue to spread the precum around. Still looking at him you open your mouth taking him in. He is big, a little bit longer then lost of the men you’ve been with, but he is thick. Like the type of thickness you wonder if you can even fit inside you later. The type of thickness you know will hit new places, stretch you in a way you never thought possible.

You continue bobbing on him, you bring your left hand to the back of his thigh, and your right up to his balls and begin stroking those. He reaches down to grab your hair, pulling it into a makeshift pony as you keep going. Curse words begin to leave his mouth, some you think might be another language but you are too preoccupied to focus on that. You use your left hand to gently thrust him forward a few times, to deep throat him, choking slightly. His hands tighten in your hair “(Y/N) if you do that I’m gonna cum."

A smirk crosses your face as you continue your work. You swirl your tongue around his shaft, bringing it up the underside, and feel him twitch. Curse words leave his mouth as you thrust him forward further into your mouth once, twice and on the third time you feel hot spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat. You stay with your mouth wrapped around him, swallowing it all. He slowly pulls out as you rise to your feet, he still hasn’t got his breath back but he smiles and kisses you. It starts off soft and he begins to deepen it, hands still wrapped in your hair. He pulls your neck back as he bites your neck, you moan.

“Fuck you moaning is almost as hot as you with your lips wrapped around my dick.” He quickly removes your shirt and unclasps your bra. A swear word leaves his mouth, this time your certain it’s another language. Before you can think much about it, his hand are grabbing your ass and hoisting you up, as your legs wrap around him. He begins walking to one of 2 doors in your apartment, and luckily choses the correct one. He throws you on the bed, you get to admire him in all his nakedness for a second before he leans over you, biting your ear lobe as he pushes your skirt up your legs. While simultaneously pulling your lace black thong down. His hand returns to your clit and begins rubbing, you groan as your hips buck up. He chuckles lightly and wastes no time sliding in one finger.

“Fuck" you mumble. He uses his other hand to push you back down, capturing your moan in a kiss. He breaks the kiss and begins to trail his mouth down to your nipple, sucking on it as he gently fucks you with his fingers. He takes his hand from your hips and grabs your other nipple with it, his mouth sliding lower, removing his fingers from you. He places gentle kisses on your inner thighs, as he licks you “you want this babygirl?”

“No, I need this. I need you and your mouth Fred." A devilish grin crosses his face as he ducks in, bringing your legs around his shoulders, one hand on each leg, you grip his hair. He licks up your slit a few times then sucks on your clit causing you to moan loudly. He brings a hand down and begins circling your clit with his thumb as his mouth makes quick work of your folds. He is fucking you with his tongue, and you moan in pleasure. He slips a finger down and it enters you as his tongue continues to suck and lick. “Freddie!” you cry out causing him to push his head in further “I’m gonna, I’m so...” unable to finish your thought before he pushes you over the edge. He rides you through it, eventually pulling his head away, your juices on his beard. He sets your legs on the bed, but he keeps his finger inside you. He doesn’t stop, he thrusts in and out a few times before adding a second finger. You squirm slightly and begin to say it’s too much, he cuts you off with a deep hard kiss. “I know you can handle this baby" you nod, still in a daze from the first orgasm. “Such a good girl for me babygirl" he bites your neck, you begin to feel your second one coming and Fred can sense it. He picks up his pace “I’m close" you whisper leaning your head back into the pillow. He brings his thumb down to circle your clit as he slows his pace, frustrating you slightly. Just as you’re about to ask why he slips a third finger in you. You immediately jerk at the sensation, he begins to thrust slowly allowing you to adjust to the feeling of 3 of his large fingers but he soon picks up the pace. That and his thumb had your second orgasm come quickly. He slows slightly but doesn’t stop until you finish. Kissing you lightly “You’ll thank me for the 3rd finger later.”

You laugh lightly as you begin to get your breath back. “I’m going to go get us some water, be right back” he says as he slips out of the room. You admire his naked butt as he walks down the hall to the bathroom. Never in your life had you been so happy to find a man who squats.

He returns with a glass of water and his pants, setting the water beside you. You grab it and take a sip as he removes his wallet. He looks through it once, and a second time and you see his composure shift. You reach into your night stand and pull out a box, you turn it on its side, and nothing falls out. You look into the drawer to see if there is any in there, none. Not one single condom.

He starts to tell you how he had one until 2 days ago when his friend Adam? Alex? Auston? Someone needed one on the business trip, and he wasn’t expecting sex when he left for a drink so it never crossed his mind to check before heading out. He keeps rambling, you’re not really listening, dumbfounded that you have this amazing man, that actually knows what he is doing. Already gotten you off twice when most men are lucky to do once in a night and you don’t have a condom.

Without thinking you blurt out “I’m on birth control!” Fred stops mid-sentence. “Have been for a few years now. I had a physical 2 months ago; came back clean and I haven’t had sex since then.”

Fred states at you for a moment. “I had a physical a few weeks ago and mine came back clean too."

“I’m fine not using one."

“You sure?” he questions.

“Wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t. But if you aren’t comfortable we don’t have to.” Fred slowly steps back to the bed and crawls over you. He kisses you lightly and you pull him down closer. You feel his rock hard cock pressed against your pelvis as you slide your nails down his biceps. His dick nudges your entrance “100% sure about this?" he asks. “Stop talking and fuck me already."

His forehead drops to yours as he slides into you slowly. You feel his balls brush against you as he slowly pulls back, almost all the way out before he pushes back in with more force then before. “Fuck Freddie" you say as your hands tighten his biceps. He keeps going slowly picking up the pace. You can feel your orgasm coming. His pace picks up, he notices you’re getting close and grabs one leg placing it on his shoulder, he pushes so your knee is almost against your chest and is going as deep as you can allow. You feel his balls hitting you’re opening every time.

“Fre…fuck..” you moan barely able to speak.

“Let go baby girl, I want to feel you, need to feel you around my dick.” He takes his hand and places it around your throat, putting a slight pressure on it, he doesn’t stop or low his pace. He gives your neck a tight squeeze and he watches you fall apart under him. “Fucking gorgeous” he whispers kissing your forehead.

He releases your leg and after a few more thrusts he completely pulls out, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. He pulls your ass up in the air, and you lean your head down on the pillow. He slaps your ass as he pushes into you, resuming his previous pace. You scream out as he smacks your ass again “Freddie!” you are almost positive you’ll have a noise complaint tomorrow but you don’t care, you push back into him keeping up with the pace he has set. You feel him start to get sloppy behind you “Wait for me, I’m almost there” you scream.

He pushes in deep and hard, bottoming out. You feel him hit areas no man has ever been, you can tell he is trying to hold on for you. You slide a finger down to stimulate your very sensitive bud. “I don’t know if I can hold it" he exclaims, “So. CLOSE.” You respond. A few seconds later you feel your fourth orgasm wash over you and you feel some warmth begin to fill inside you.

“Shit" you hear as you feel him quickly pull out and the warmth continues on your back and down your ass. He collapses bringing you onto the mattress. You both catch your breath “that was incredible.”

“Nobody has ever gotten me 4 times” you say as you look into his eyes. He smiles, kissing your forehead as you drift off.

You awake around 11 in the morning to coldness in the bed. You wander through the apartment and realize he is gone. Not shocking given the time. You go about your day, a little upset. Not because you saw this going somewhere, but 4 times. That’s something you would love a repeat of.

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valgasnewsthings · 1 year

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Rheumatism is a very hard and insidious disease , but she calms of regular warm cold procedures.And Russian her cured with sauna

and here is the benefit of birch brooms as to increase a cure effect of hot drunk anti-rheumatic tea, rubbed with ointments, infusions.

At old healers books are advised for cured these diseases as for a begin to steam at sauna with birch broom, after joints rubbed with ointments of burdock root and cow melted oil, at same used. After lie on the shelf and drink by small gulps infusion of burdock warm. And lie on the shelf till a self drying sweat, after again joints rubbed with ointments and after applied cotton, or wrapped with woollen scarf and bandages, and raised effct of procedure drunk anti-rheumatic tea. As this is recipe of tilia fl. 3 tbl.sp, fl. sambucus 2 tbl.sp, herb hypericum 3 tbl.sp, herb centaury 3 tbl.sp, a chop heeb, mix, use one tbl.sp. mass and add glass for the hot water, infuse for half hours.Ointment of burdock changes on of laurel-jniperus ointment as powder of laurel leafs 6 tbl.sp, juniperus needles one tbl.sp. , melted oil 12 tbl.sp.

Mix, rub ointment in ache joints, after drink anti-rheumatic tea or other benefit fruit teas. Very effectivity in rheumatism ointment of black radish as shred radish, press juice, glass of juice add in 3 tbl.sp. natural honey, 3 tbl.sp. vodka, in depending from consistence a honey, and one tea.sp. of salt. Rub mixture in ache joints after sauna and better before sleep, and drink one small glass of this mixture.

Good effects these applied of fresh chopped roots inula helenium or her and flowers asteracea dumort, as 5 tbl.sp.of fresh herb of asteracea or roots inula scald, wrap in gauze, and apply as pads to ache joints.

In chronic rheumatism, and launched as with sauna procedures use infusion of roots burdock with inula helenium as one tbl.sp. mass add in glass for the hot water, infuse 2 hours, filter, use one tbl.sp. for 4 times/day.

At rheumatism cured are used ants baths, that peoples are destroyed big ants heap, as his cooked in big pot, infused 3 hours and added in hot bath till 37C, and added birch leafs and patient sat in this bath. After patient wrapped with warm blanket, such séances used a few, that fought rheumatic aches. And less effectivity used vodka infusion of ants. Or today you can buy ants spirit, ointment, at home after bath rub good ache places with spirit or ointment,and warm wrap.

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snezfics-n-shit · 4 years

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Whumptober Day 7: Break

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Characters: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, Trucy Wright

Notes: Sort of a continuation of “Autumn,” allergic!Phoenix drives Miles up the wall, Miles just wants his boyfriend to come inside and take better care of himself, things go badly, I thought there was gonna be no feels today but oops

Not this again. Miles pinched the bridge of his nose with a disappointed sigh. Phoenix was raking those damn leaves again and, to make things worse, completely unmedicated. Miles knew his boyfriend needed to feel somehow productive after being disbarred, but he preferred if it was something that didn’t involve Miles having to watch the man have an allergy attack through the window and then come in as if nothing happened. He was hopeless.

Phoenix had been out there for at least a half hour now and hardly made any progress with his first leaf pile. Every time Miles attempted to shoot him a glare that said ‘get inside, now’ Phoenix was too busy violently sneezing to even see what was going on behind the glass door.

“Oh, for f-” No, No. Trucy was in the kitchen, doing her homework. Profanity was not permitted here. “For heaven’s sake!” Miles settled on before tugging the door open with a huff. That was better. “Phoenix! This has gone on long enough. Get inside.”

“I just barely started!” Phoenix wiped his nose with a gloved hand. “How ca’d adyode jubp id this? It’s pitiful!” He gestured at the tiny pile of leaves that was almost indistinguishable from the scattered leaves that fell into a natural position.

“Do you even hear yourself? If anything’s pitiful here, it’s you.” Miles could have been more patient and tactful, yes, but someone needed to shape Phoenix back up after hitting rock bottom. God help him if Phoenix’s fondness for grape juice was placed somewhere far less harmless. “I cannot allow such self destructive behavior to continue in my home.”

“Aa’SCHUuh! H’T’TCHUUH!! T’SHCHUUH!! It’s yard work! A’ashhchHUUUH!! What’s self destructive about that?”

“You’re really asking me that.” Miles shook his head. "I know you've been looking forward to making leaf piles for Trucy, but please just come inside."

“I’b fi-hhh… Fi… Hh’SSHTCHUUUH! Fide. I’ve lasted years of this.”

“Those ‘years’ were spent living in an apartment without a yard to rake in. That hardly counts.”

“I just wadt to do this ode thihg.” Phoenix started to cough, startling Miles. It wasn’t long before the coughing turned into wheezing, prompting Miles to pull him closer into a frantic embrace.

“You’re coming inside. Now.” Miles hid his panic behind the firm command. Phoenix was difficult to drag to the door by himself, but at least he was in no shape to verbally object. “We’re getting you cleaned up and in fresh clothes.”

“I guess,” another wheeze, “I could use a break.”

“This isn’t a break, love. You’re stopping this.” Miles escorted Phoenix inside. “If you’re still having trouble breathing after you’re cleaned up, I’m taking you to a doctor.”

“Papa Miles?” Trucy peeked out the kitchen doorway. “Is Daddy okay?”

“Yeah, I-”

“Not right now, he isn't.” Miles interrupted before Phoenix could blatantly lie to his daughter. “We’ll have to see after your father gets cleaned up.” Miles pretended he didn’t see Phoenix scowl at him as he ushered him to the bathroom.

The coughing thankfully subsided just as Miles ran a washcloth under the sink faucet running warm water. If it kept going at full force, he could never do a good enough job cleaning up his boyfriend’s face.

“... Sorry.” Phoenix came to his senses at last, deciding he could prove his point by finally blowing his nose into a tissue from the bathroom’s supply. “I just thought it would be something fun for Trucy to do.” He explained between Miles’s swiping the damp washcloth along his face. “She said it was something she did with her, y’know, real dad. They’d rake up a big pile of leaves and jump in them until it was dark.”

“So you wanted to keep that tradition going?” Maybe Miles should have asked him why he was doing this at the start, but now it was too late and the guilt sank in his stomach.

“Yeah. She’d be pretty disappointed if I didn’t.”

“Who said that?”

“Uh,” Phoenix lowered his head, “no one, really. I just… thought she would.”

“Didn’t you notice when we came in?” Miles set down the washcloth and prepared a disposable cup of water. “She didn’t ask anything about the leaves, did she?” He grabbed the bottle of antihistamines from the medicine cabinet and gently shook out a pill. “She asked if you were okay.”

“She did, didn’t she?” Phoenix was hesitant to comply with what was probably going to turn into a routine for the rest of the Fall. He never cared much for swallowing something so large whole. “I feel pretty bad.”

“Are you having trouble breathing again?” Miles straightened his posture, ready to take a trip to the emergency room if he had to.

“No. I mean, I probably scared her. She’s been through so much already.”

“Oh thank god.” Miles whispered. Not like he was happy to see Phoenix feeling guilty, even though he was horribly careless, but it was better than needing to take him to the hospital. “I feel a bit bad about this myself. I shouldn’t have been so short with you.”

“You were right to be, Miles. I was being stupid.”

“No, not ‘stupid.’ Careless, yes, but you had good intentions.” Miles assured him with a kiss on the cheek. “I think we all just need a breather, in more ways than one. A break of sorts, from anything dangerous.”

“You say that like I’m always doing something dangerous.” Phoenix backed down after Miles shot him a look implying yes, he really was always getting into dangerous situations. “Okay, okay. I see what you mean.”

“Glad you do.” Miles finally relaxed his shoulders. “Can you start the shower yourself? I’m going to run your clothes in the drier so they’re ready once you’re done.”

“Yeah, I can. The steam should be good, too, right?”

“It usually is. I’ll have hot chocolate ready when you’re out, too.”

All this trouble Miles went through just for him. It was flattering but such a new phenomenon it was almost embarrassing. Countless times Phoenix sent him through the ringer with worry and assuming the worst, and just as many times Miles stepped up and pulled him out from rock bottom. Phoenix was sure most people would have just given up after the first four incidents, but Miles was different.

What did Phoenix do to deserve this man?

#whumptober #whumptober 2020 #sickfic whumptober alt #sneezing #snez #snz #sneeze kink #snez attorney #I swear on my life I put a readmore in #tumblr is just mean

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mystic-kitten-writer · 4 years

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Eden [M] ︳Prologue

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Genre: Smut with plot; romance, angst and some fluff to unfold.

Rating: NSFW-ish

Warning: Mild dirty talking, mild dry humping, mild degradation, and inappropriate touching.

Words: 5300+

Notes: Happy valentine’s everyone~! I hope you had a fantastic day/evening, and here is a lil’ present for you all. It’s the prologue of ‘Eden’, and hopefully you guys get a taste of this new, upcoming, series.

Please note, updates are going to be slow. At the moment, ‘Limerence’ is my main series (Greek Mythology is my side project). But once Limerence is done, Eden will be my main focus! Tags aren’t working (why am I not surprised) - but hopefully that fixes itself soon and appears in people’s feed.

Thank you for reading, and please don’t be shy to leave a like or comment, take care~!

Masterlist ︳01

❤ Buy me a coffee? ❤

It seems he managed to wander into a garden, and he was starving for a taste of that forbidden fruit. And now that he got a taste, he was not going to let go. His fingertips were engraved with sin, burning her skin with every touch, chin dripping of her sweet juices. “Fuck.” He grunted under his breath because he knew – this was more than just a quick taste.

Savory

(flower); spice, interested.

“Ah, you’re a lifesaver!” Izuku Midoriya declared, face flushed as his head bounced up and down. His dark green hair flew everywhere, a pretty contrast from his pink freckled cheeks. He was the living definition of ‘rookie’ – filled with an unreasonable amount of energy and enthusiasm. You’re surprised you didn’t see his face plastered beside the word in every dictionary around the world.

But it was that same energy, desire to be a hero, that had your lips curving upwards, a kittenish smile painting your rose-coloured lips. How could you not shoot him one of your infamous smiles, brushing back your hair as you mused. He’s a ball of motivation and joy – a real hero in the works.

“If Recovery Girl finds out I healed you despite her orders, she’ll have my head,” you advised with a click of your tongue, truth lingering in your statement. After showing up to work slightly hungover – courtesy of Midnight’s refusal to accept ‘no’ for an answer for bar-hopping – the last thing you wanted was to be caught healing Midoriya.

As if he could read your mind, the green-haired boy moaned under his breath.

You wiped the last bit of ointment onto his skin, wrapping his wounds, spotting the way his shoulders slumped for a moment – remorse painting his face. But just like that, he puffed out his chest, a sudden resolve overcoming him.

“I’m sorry. But I can’t let All Might down – I need to push myself-”

“Keep pushing yourself, and you won’t have any of ‘yourself’ left to be a hero.” You interjected, causing Midoriya’s mouth to shut close, taking in the weight of your words. He stared at you with those large eyes of his, watching your fingers ease their way off his bruised limbs, the bandages new and tightly wrapped.

“Recovery Girl is going to whip All Might’s ass if she finds out you were hurt - again.” You spoke honestly, causing the pink tint of his cheeks to turn into a darker hue. His freckles almost blended in with the flush, nodding his head furiously at your in-direct warning.

It was at times hard to believe that this naïve, well-natured boy was Katsuki Bakugo`s supposed ‘rival.’ It was like comparing apples and oranges – this year’s students were something else. Your hands fell over your lap, leaning into Midoriya, you gaze meeting his.

One for all…

“Come on, let’s get going before we get caught. I’ll wrap up a few herbs for your mom to smash up. Make sure you rub it into your skin after your bath. It should numb the pain and stop the bruising and swelling.” You spoke, shooting him another cheeky smile, a weak attempt to wipe that look off his face.

With a tired sigh, you pushed yourself off your seat, the sound of your black heels clicking against the white tiles of your office, filling the quietness. It was as you strolled around, eyes scanning the dozens of tiny planters that hung along the walls, you realized how late it has gotten.

The sun was setting; the campus eerily quiet as most of the students were already home. Shit – and you still have to make dinner. Your index finger fell over your pouting lips; eyes eagerly searching for that one particular pot-

“Ah- there it is.” You hummed pleasantly, reaching forward. The tan planter fell over your desk with a soft thud, your fingers dancing over the dirt until you felt it.

The roots were starting to stretch, the shoot wiggling its way from the soil, pushing and shoving the dirt painfully slow before breaking the surface. “Come on, baby.” You muttered softly, focusing on the energy of the plant. And you swore, because you could feel the annoyance of the plant, undoubtedly grumbling a faint ‘fuck you, you forgot to water me last night,’ before spouting into a perfectly formed leaf.

“Hero alias; Eden. Real name; Y/N. Quirk; Bioterra – can take any seed or spore and manipulate them in movement or growth…” Midoriya muffled under his breath. You let out an airy laugh hearing Midoryia mumbling to himself, clipping the newly formed seed leaves carefully, before thanking the plant.

You prefer not to piss off the seedling. Afterall – this little babe has saved your ass far too many times to count.

Looking over your shoulder to Midoriya, you tossed the last of the herbs into a cute little baggy. “If you keep mumbling under your breath like that, you’ll end up just scaring all the villains away.” you teased, and Midoriya scratched his head.

“I never saw your quirk before – it’s really pretty!” He gushed, and it was then you realized that the boy was no longer patiently sitting on the examination table, but eagerly hovering over your study with a pen and book in hand. Where and when did he even-

“Word of caution, Midoriya, while I may be the sidekick of Recovery Girl – don’t think for a second that all I can do is heal. I can grow some pretty toxic things. Get too close, and you might cease to exist.” You warned wickedly, wiggling your brows at him. But rather than deterring the curious boy, it seemed to have done the opposite.

His mouth widened, lips racing, “If that’s the case, does that mean you’re immune to all poisons or toxins created by plants? Does that mean no plants can cause an effect on you, whether its good or bad? Does that mean you can’t heal yourself with your medicine-”

“Midoriya. Just because you’re my favourite doesn’t mean I won’t force-feed you some valerian root for some quiet.” Midoriya’s face stoned at your threat, instantly bowing up and down. “S-sorry-” Midoriya began to stutter before a sultry singing cut him off.

“You sure you aren’t a sadist, a villain?”

Both of you shifted your attention to the entrance, eager to find the owner of that vibrating tone.

“Good evening, Midnight.” You spoke, smiling radiantly to your best friend, as your arms fell over the shy Midoriya. His green eyes widened, studying the pro-hero up and down in interest – no doubt he was thinking about the rated 18+ hero’s quirk. And given a chance, he would ask her thousands of questions like he has done to you since the start of the school year.

The stunning deep hue of purple against her red mask brought out the teasing glimmer in her eyes. Midnight cocked her head to the side, arms crossing over her chest, emphasizing her ample bust as she stepped into the room.

“You’re not doing some unauthorized healing, are you?” Midnight pestered, cocking an eyebrow as she eyed the fresh bandages decorating Midoriya’s fingers. In a flash, your hands squeezed Midoriya’s shoulders, shaking your head with a falsely sweet smile on your lips.

“Of course, not – I’m just showing Midoriya here, my quirk! It’s getting late; we can talk more tomorrow.” Your grip loosened, shoving the boy forward. While Midoriya was undoubtedly naïve, he wasn’t dumb. He quickly got the hint, stepping forward before waving at the both of you, “Thank you for demonstrating your quirk, see you tomorrow!”

He dashed away from the voluptuous dominatrix, the sound of his heavy feet running down the empty hallways of UA slowly fading the further he ran. The moment he was out of earshot, Midnight twirled her whip, purring.

“Lying to a teacher, how naughty of you.” Midnight snickered, tapping her chin as she inched her way forward. Her skin-tight costume only seemed to accentuate her sex appeal, and you rolled your eyes.

“What are you going to do, spank me?” you challenged with your tongue sticking out. Your hands made haste with sweeping up the dirt that littered your counter, giving your seedling a lil’ treat for working so hard today.

Midnight laughed obnoxiously loud, “You’ll enjoy that too much, you kinky bitch.”

“And that, I won’t deny.” You giggled back, already knowing Midnight was snooping around your office, sniffing all the flowers that were blooming. She, in particular, loved the darker hued flowers, saying it matched her aesthetic.

Placing the planter back into its spot, you turned on your heel, reaching for your purse that you left on the floor. “What are you doing here so late, anywho?” You pondered, swinging the strap over your shoulder, checking for your house keys and wallet.

Midnight sighed dramatically, taking another whiff of the roses, “Meetings. I could use a drink, girl.”

“Well, count me out, I’m starving, and it’s late.” You stated, shutting the window of your office, and locking it. It was officially dark outside, the streetlights looking like twinkling stars. Time moves faster when you’re having fun.

“Oh, come on! You’re young and sexy, go out. Get drunk – better yet, find yourself a hot daddy.” Midnight argued, waltzing over to your side in a flash, tone rising with passion. “Just because you work for UA doesn’t mean you can’t live a little. You’re starting to turn into your grandmother – work, work, work.”

You pouted, “Please don’t compare me to my grandmother.”

Don’t get it wrong; you loved and respected your grandmother – Recovery Girl.

She was the first hero of the family, the family pride. Hell – she was the reason why you even wanted to become a hero. She used to take you to her workplace when you a mere toddler, showing you off to all her co-workers, bragging how you’re going to be the next big thing. She was the definition of a proud grandmother.

That’s why you worked your ass off, becoming the second hero in the family – and next-in-line to become UA’s healer once the old lady decides to retire.

“Come on, one drink? Maybe I can hook you up with some of my friends. They know how to treat a woman. Want a submissive, a dom, ou- maybe a switch?” Midnight insisted and at that point, you huffed loudly. You saw the stars in her eyes the more she talked about the possibility of hooking you up with one of her friends. This woman-

Linking arms with the sex addict of a friend you had, you shut your office door behind the both of you, walking through the deserted hallways. The hallways of UA was dead, all the classroom doors locked, blinds lowered so only the poorly functioning lights of the school could guide you out of this prison.

“Don’t ignore me! I have yet to see you with someone. What do you want? What are you looking for, girl?” Midnight groused under her breath.

What do you want…?

Your mouth opened, a sly smirk on your face. “You know what I want? I want a fuck buddy, no feelings. Just good, hot, rough sex.”

“And I know a friend who can do just that!” Midnight blurted, but you merely shook your head.

“I already have someone.”

Midnight’s eyes widen, stopping abruptly in the dimly light hallway. “You have someone? Excuse me, who is this person and since when? You haven’t gotten laid in god knows how long, and it shows.”

You grinned mischievously, leaning into her. Midnight was on her tippy-toes, eyes and ears eagerly waiting for the spicy gossip. Her hands clasped together, leather whip firmly caught in between her tight grasp. If only she knew.

“They’re the best. Their name is ‘dildo,’ and they’re always ready to get down whenever I need them.” You whispered.

The moment Midnight realized what you were saying, the look of utter annoyance was clear as day.

“You’re fucking ridiculous, Eden.” Midnight fumed, throwing her arms up in defeat as she stormed forward. You laughed from behind her, watching the way she cursed under her breath, her whip swinging back and forth. To be fair, you’re surprised she didn’t use it on you.

“You love me, Midnight!” You screamed from behind her, and she merely shot you a glare over her shoulder, lips pressed together, trying to hold back a grin. “If you were my toy, I would’ve beaten your ass till it’s purple and blue.”

You shoot her a kiss, playfully slapping your own ass as she raged. “I can’t wait till you find someone. And I hope they put you in your damn place. Fuck you till you can’t walk.”

“That’s the goal!” You chirped, earning another hiss from the queen of lust, herself.

The cold breeze that funnelled its way through the mutedly lit alleyway in which you walked was borderline painful. Your dress suddenly seemed far too short for the summer weather, your arms wrapping around yourself as you grumbled. The temperature seemed to drop in a matter of minutes – the twenty-minute walk from the school to home seemed like a journey.

It was unreasonably dark, and the brisk air added an uncomfortable feeling in your gut. Not even the flicking neon signs that littered the city seemed to lift the mood – the atmosphere dark and grungy. The faster you get home, the better.

Your fingers dug into your purse strap, tugging it closer to your body as your UA lanyard bounced off your chest. The bobbing of your identification card matched your heartbeat at this point, your stomach screaming to get some food inside of it.

Pace hast, you turned the corner abruptly -“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Four men, of medium build, laughing obnoxiously loud and recking of alcohol crowded the already narrow alleyway. Their words were heavily slurred, arms wrapped around each other as they struggled to walk forward. Their clothing was old and dirty, and your nose scrunched up – god even the smell of shitty alcohol smelt better than whatever odour they were emitting.

Your footsteps eased, cautiously walking behind them.

They were moving forward, slowly, but they were moving. The smart thing to do would be to walk back and take a long way home - but that means it’ll take longer for you to cook dinner, take a hot bath, and have a steamy session with your lovely date called ‘dildo.’

You have the patience for neither.

With a frustrated huff, you brushed your hair back, letting your gaze fall back onto the ground. Come on, it was a Monday night, and you just wanted to get home. Was that too much to ask?

Trying to lessen the sound of your heels against the broken concrete, your steps were sluggish. If someone were to be watching behind you, they would’ve thought you didn’t know how to walk in heels. So fucking stupid, these dumb, drunk, idiots-

“Heeeey maaaan, come over hereeee. We just wanna taaaalk.” A man shouted, and you felt your blood freeze. Your head snapped upwards, hearing the men starting to speak brasher, the slurring of their speech clear.

Was he talking to you?

No, they couldn’t be.

Their backs were still facing you, staggering back and forth as the men seemed to puff in demeanour. Your eyes narrowed, observing one of the men walking hastily, his hands reaching for his back pocket. If he wasn’t talking to you, then that can only mean – he was trying to catch up to someone.

“Don’t ignore meee, you skinny shit. Come hereee before I add more scaars.”

Not caring anymore if you made noise, your pace quicken, swaying side to side to catch a glimpse of who this man could be chasing. They can’t honestly be planning on mugging someone; they can barely walk, let alone mug someone. A tired sigh escaped your lips – time to play the hero.

Your fingers trailed into your purse, grabbing rose seeds, feeling the vines starting to rise over your fingers-

Heat.

The sound of your plants whimpering, retreating into your purse as blue flames flooded your vision had your eyes widening, a hostile shiver running up your spine.

Ashes floated into the clear night sky, the smell of burnt flesh taking over the stench of alcohol as you instinctively pressed your body against the brick walls, seeking any form of coolness. You could feel the hot air rush past your ears, hair flipping for a split moment. Sweat beaded down your forehead – these flames…

They were explosive.

Uncontrolled.

Pure rage.

But most importantly - absolutely stunning.

Your long nails dug into the brick wall, shamelessly staring at the light show in front of you rather than saving the other three men. The diverse hues of blue, clashing and mixing like a wild dance. Did that dirty, drunk man unleash this power, such a beauty?

You quickly realized how wrong you were.

The ash that was floating in the sky, the smell of rotting flesh – that was him.

“You’re fucking nuts, man! You killed him – you burnt him alive!” The men screamed, their speech no longer slurred, bringing you back to the reality of the situation. And as the realization of the sight in front of you unfolded, you found yourself swallowing.

The low-slung chuckle that caught your attention, a snicker that carried in the cold breeze, had your skin rising and lips parting.

“Well, aren’t you an observant one. It seems I did…wanna be next?” a man spoke, voice raspy, contemptuous in tone.

You pressed yourself off the brick wall, desperate to seek the man who caused the flips in your stomach. His voice alone was eargasmic, and when you stumbled back, heels clicking loudly, you realized you not only caught the attention of the three drunk men but the man with blue flames, as well.

The azure embers that lingered in the cold air reflected the streetlights, highlighting a tall, lean man at the end of the shady alleyway. The way his thin lips curved upwards, a sinister smirk emerging as he licked his lips in delight.

His light skin contrasted against the seared scars that littered his face and neck, staples piercing his flesh in a sadistic fashion. But yet, in some messed up way – the look suited him. The darkness of night adding an air of mystic and dangerous enchantment around him.

“Well…hello there, doll.” He mused, tilting his head to the side, black hair falling over his eyes. You could feel it, the way his gaze trailed up and down your body, a wild look flashing – appreciating what his eyes were settling upon. You swallowed, a needy flush overcoming your skin, because fuck.

He was sexy – the type of man, your parents, warned you about. The type of guy, your friends, told you not to associate with because all he was going to do was fuck and dip. You couldn’t strip your gaze away from the man, and he seemed to notice. He let out a small snicker, raising a brow as you gawked shamelessly.

“Y-you’re a hero from UA! Save us, stop him, arrest him. He killed our friend-” The three men shouted, running towards you with desperation in their eyes. It was their loud and unwanted voices that snapped you out of it.

What were you doing?

Here you are, blatantly checking out some stranger – a stranger with an overpowered quirk who just murdered a man. But the enigmatic stranger continued to stare with a look of amusement, even daring to take a step closer.

“A hero? Oh, this is becoming a lot more work than I wanted.” he snuffled under his breath, eyes half-lidded. The men ignored the man’s commentary, staring at you with annoyance.

“Do something, you useless women! We don’t pay our taxes for you to look pretty.” One of them shouted, their spit striking your face. Oh - hell no.

“As if you guys even pay your fucking taxes. Maybe if you didn’t get piss drunk and try to mug the man, your friend would be alive.” You shouted heatedly, stepping forward and shoving the man back. He was getting far too close for comfort – he needs to learn something about personal space.

The man’s eyes widen, stumbling back a few steps before narrowing his gaze. “This damn psycho killed someone!”

“He was defending himself against you morons.” You fumed, hands balling into fists. You may be a hero, but you weren’t forgiving. That was the problem nowadays; people could not take responsibility for their damn actions. Starting fights, getting their asses kicked, and then crying wolf. And of course, you had all these ‘heroes,’ eagerly picking up the pieces of their messes to fuel their damn ego.

“If you’re smart, you’ll leave before I report this whole incident. And I can guarantee it’ll be you three going to jail.”

“You can’t report shit if you’re dead.” The man sneered before raising his hand. There in his grasp was a small dagger, the moonlight bouncing off the thin blade. So enraged by this man’s ignorance, you failed to notice the way his hand lingered into his jacket pocket.

You could feel the blood drain from your face, impulsively cowering away from the blade. He caught you out, and you were surely going to pay now, shit-

That was when you spotted it, the dash of black, a pretty hand reaching for the idiotic drunk. The manic smile that painted the blue flamed stranger’s face, a lust-filled look as his hand outstretched over the man.

His long boney fingers wrapped around the side of his head, clawing into the skin of his face. You saw the terror etched into the drunken man – eyes shifting to look at your unexpected hero — the last thing he would ever see.

“Burn.” The stranger whistled, and that was when you felt the overwhelming heat once again.

An explosion of blue fumes flared before you, and the man who held the knife didn’t get a chance even to scream – incinerated in seconds. There wasn’t an ounce of control or restraint in this man’s flames, just pure and utter chaos. Smoke fluttered from the man’s skin, eyes crazed as he grinned, the flames ceased in intensity.

Ashes and embers erupted into the air, the sound of the blade hitting the ground echoing between the brick walls. The stranger let his hand drop to his side, before tilting his head to your direction. That was when you spotted it — one of the untouched men was reaching for the burnt knife that laid on the ground.

“Oh no, you don’t-” You hissed, the tipsy man staring up at you in surprise. But his resolve was set in stone, eager to get revenge for his now two dead buddies. The hot blade twisted in his hand, holding it tight as he swung down.

He wasn’t aiming for you at all – he was trying to injury your anti-hero.

You lunged forward, chest clashing with your newly developed crush, arms reaching around his neck. The inebriated man swung, and right before the blade could come in contact with your dark hero, your hands tightly gripped the man’s wrist, nails digging into his skin.

“Let. Go.” You threatened, teeth clenching as you tried to hold him back.

“Dude, the fuck are you doing? They’re heroes – they’ll kill us with their damn quirks. Run.” The only reasonable man of the two shouted, and that was all it took. The weapon slipped from his fingers, hitting the floor, and your grasp loosened.

He whipped his hands from your touch, spitting on the ground where you stood as he ran down the alleyway with his only remaining friend. “Let’s get out of here.” They slurred, the sound of their shoes drumming against the concrete – turning the corner and out of sight.

A drained gasp escaped you, arms going limp as your forehead rested against the man who saved your ass. Holy fuck – talk about a giant cluster fuck. The air around you smelt like death and fire, sparks spreading across the block, courtesy of the night breeze.

How are you going to explain this? All the paperwork and details – you really outdid yourself tonight, didn’t you?

“Hmm…he wasn’t lying; you’re a ‘hero’ from UA.” A dark voice droned into your ear. His hot breath tickled your neck, skin tingling in bliss, and your head shot upwards. That’s when you took in how utterly striking the man; you currently had your arms wrapped around, was.

His eyes were magnetic, a turquoise so damn vibrant and clear your mouth dropped.

Being as up close as you were, you could appreciate the silver piercings that decorated his nose and ears — an unpredicted attractive mix with his purple and red coloured scars. Overall, his features were soft, despite his attitude and whisky-like voice, although his jaw could probably cut diamonds with how damn sharp it was.

Damn, he was attractive, and you couldn’t help but feel your breath getting heavy the further you gawked. Midnight was right – you were sex-starved, and the way you studied this man up and down like a damn snack, was the proof.

His lips curved upwards to a smile that even the devil himself would swoon, noticing how your eyes scanned him with longing. Your fingers brushed his long black locks by accident, and you could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“Do all UA heroes dress like this? Short dresses, low necklines?” The man chuckled, his fingers playing with the lanyard that was perfectly nestled between your breasts. Your cheeks flared, feeling his calloused fingers against your cleavage. His touch was far from tender, purposely letting the ID roll between his fingers, conveniently pulling your neckline further down your torso.

And the worst part was you weren’t mad at his erotic touch as much as the comment, nipples hardening at the thought of this going further.

“I beg your pardon?” You retorted, and the stranger merely laughed, licking his lips as he leaned closer to your face.

“Oh, you can beg all you want, doll.”

Fuck, this man knows what he’s doing. You snickered under your breath, untangling your arms away from his shoulders, pulling the lanyard that he played with away. “Thank you for saving my ass back there.”

He smirked, running his hands messily through his hair before stepping forward. Your bottom lip rolled between your teeth, eyes fluttering as you watched the way the man before you dominated. He was rolling his shoulders back, each step of his lazy in demeanour, eyeing you like how a predator stalks its prey.

“You come here often? Walk down these sketchy alleyways for fun.”

“I’m kind of a hero, and unfortunately, walking in creepy alleyways is in the job description.”

“Is eye-fucking people also included in that job description?”

“Nope, that’s something I do on my own time.” You grinned, earning a handsome one back. He licked his lips, hands falling into his pants pockets as he stepped closer. You didn’t even realize the little dance that was happening.

Both of you, stepping closer and father between words, walking in circles as you bantered pointlessly. The fact that this man killed two people was lost to the wind (literally) – you were a hero, sure, but you never said that you were good at it.

“Personal time…that means you’re on your way home. Good to know.”

“Plan on stalking?”

He merely shrugged his shoulders, eyes falling back to your breasts without a care in the world. “Mm…maybe. Y/N – pro hero, Eden.” He muttered under his breath. This time you didn’t bother stopping him, the way he outstretched his hand, jerking on the ID card and drawing you closer to his body.

Both of your eyes were glossed over, a heat building between your damn legs as he studied every curve in the dress you wore. It wasn’t even skimpy or short, but the way his eyes lingered – you would’ve thought you were wearing nothing but lingerie if you didn’t know better.

“Next time, wear something shorter.”

“Excuse me?” you blurted, and he merely laughed, letting go of the makeshift leash. But now that you were close, he seemed to take advantage. His hands fell over your hips, drawing you up against his body, his scared skin brushing against your jaw.

“You see, doll, boobs are great and all, but that ass you got? I much rather have my hands on that.” He growled into your ear, and you couldn’t stop your small moan. Your hands fell over his shoulders, and you couldn’t even wrap your head around the fact that his hands were running up and down your thighs, shoving you backwards.

Your back hit the wall roughly, him growling into your ear as he licked down your neck with a low grunt. “F-Fuck, what’s your name?” You blurted, and you could hear him chuckle breathlessly, listening to your gasping sighs.

“Dabi – that’s the name that you’re going to be screaming.” He grunted, his hips thrusting into yours. You could feel his arousal, hard and heavy, rubbing perfectly against your parted legs. Your head tossed back, another mewl escaping your lips as his fingers dug into your thighs, rubbing his hardening cock against your wet heat.

“Fuck, you’re nasty, a perfect lil’ slut for me, right doll?”

His words had you purring.

“Dabi-” you gasped, and the flashing lights of blue and red caught your attention. The sounds of sirens were clear in the dead of night, and they were rapidly approaching. A pout formed on your lips, eyes shutting close for a moment as you swore because the wet mess between your legs was far more concerning.

You blew frustratingly; you’ve got to be fucking kidding-

“Told you I’d have you begging.” Dabi chuckled, thrusting his dick perfectly against your sopping panties one last time, before pulling back. He licked his lips, and you couldn’t help but whine under your breath, seeing that bulge in between his legs – something you so desperately wanted your mouth over.

“See you soon, Y/N, my delicious lil’ fruit.” He teased, before stuffing his hands back into his pants and running off.

Your face was flushed, your breasts practically falling out of your dress, your thighs and ass on full display. You watched as Dabi managed to mix into the darkness as if he wasn’t even here a minute ago, dry humping you against the wall.

“Over here- that’s where people reported the noise.” A few voices bellowed, and in a flash, you pulled down your dress, running back down the same alleyway you came from. Here you were, speedily walking down the very route you should’ve taken to begin with.

If you had taken this path from the start, you would’ve been already home, dinner cooked, and probably in bed.

But you couldn’t stop the cheeky smirk on your face, your hands falling over your neck, where his lips practically ravished. You were sure there were going to be some marks, although faint, and that thought made you wetter.

It seems like Mr. Dildo found himself a new name for tonight – Dabi.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Avatar characters portrayed in this story besides Ying Yue Jiang, Lia, Kima, and any future creations.

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