#they are suddenly blushing teens after their first kiss

[justporo]

A Shuffle of Cards

Another shorter one-shot in which Astarion and Tav just waste an evening playing cards and drinking wine and the vampire learns he doesn't know everything about sleight of hand that there is to know - yet.

Pairing: Astarion / Fem!Tav (You) Rating: Teen (just to be sure)

(Gif from here!)

“How did you-?“ “A lady never tells.” Astarion snorted – you flipped him off. “Well, is it your card or not?”

Astarion groaned in frustration: “Yes, it is.” You grinned at him – equal parts proud of yourself and mischievously happy. Then you turned the card over so you could see which one it was. “Oh, Queen of Hearts – so fitting, don’t you think?”, you said and raised your eyebrows cheekily at the vampire. But he had no capacities for teasing – you must’ve gotten him good.

“Show me again!”, he demanded, his ruby eyes already fully concentrated on your slender hands again, brows furrowed critically. You rolled your eyes at him. “You didn’t get it the last six times I’ve done this, what makes you think this time will be different?” “Just show me again!” You breathed out in annoyance and went to shuffle the deck of cards again.

The two of you had gotten cozy in front of the fireplace in your living room while an autumn storm was roaming outside – right on the cliché fur rug, each seated with crossed legs on a pillow. You had been playing cards and emptying a bottle of red wine (“hm, rich taste with a bouquet of red berries and a hint of almond”, Astarion had said after taking his first sip – to you it tasted like good stuff to get wasted on), when you had suddenly exclaimed: “You wanna see a card trick?”

Astarion had scoffed in arrogance and waved at you sneeringly to go on, expecting child’s play. And now he was sitting there trying to figure out how you managed to get his chosen card right every damn time – for fifteen minutes straight. His hands were pressed to his knees, elbows up, while he leaned to you to watch you shuffle the deck artfully. His gaze basically bored into your fingers.

“Love, there is nothing yet to see.” “Maybe I just like to watch what those sinful fingers can do”, he smirked at you, his eyes moving from your hands to your face and grinning even more broadly. The warm orange light of the fire shone in his eyes and illuminated his face in warm tones. He looked so beautiful right then and there, you almost dropped the cards.

But no! You wouldn’t be distracted by him this time. He already almost got what he wanted from you all the time by working his charms on you because you were so desperately inclined to give him everything that would make him smile at you like this.

You unceremoniously placed the cards on the ground before you and spread them out. “Pick a card”, you said to him in an annoyed tone to demonstrate how much you weren’t affected by him making eyes at you, even though one of his soft white curls had fallen adorably onto his forehead now too.

Astarion pouted at your demeanor: “Not giving me the whole show, my sweet?” You slowly blinked at him not reacting further. “Come now, love, this is the last time, I promise”, he then said pleadingly and stretched out his hand to grab you by the neck and pull you towards him for a quick but sweet kiss.

You sighed in defeat and picked up your cards. “Alright, one last time.” You shuffled the deck once more, making the cards jump from your one hand to the other then spread them out in a neat curve with one swift movement – the space between all cards perfectly balanced. Astarion whistled in astonishment which made you look up at him. He smiled and winked at you and you blushed at him cheering you.

“Sooo, would you honour me with choosing a card, Astarion?” “Oh, I would love nothing more, darling!” He made a show of letting his fingers wander through the air above the cards before settling on a card and elegantly dragging it out. “Now, would you please look at it without showing me which one it is and memorise it well.” The vampire drew the card close to his chest and raised his eyebrows mockingly being overly secretive. He took a peek at his card then threw you a glance to make sure you weren’t trying to watch – you sat there waiting for him to be done with your mouth pressed into a line. “Alright, I memorised it”, Astarion said while keeping the card pressed to his chest, eyebrows still raised at you.

“Well then”, you replied and grabbed the remainder of the deck with another swift movement until you had them all in your hands. Then you split them in half and held them out to the vampire. “Please put your card back in.” He did as he was told while acting being hesitant about it. When he had placed the card down, you put the other half above it.

Astarion’s lips opened in anticipation and his eyes were trained on your hands again – now being completely serious about it.

He wanted a show, so you gave it to him – you artfully split the deck up again in thirds and made them whirl around your fingers with an incredible speed. You knew exactly where his card was at any given moment.

“No, no, no – this isn’t fair, love!”, Astarion exclaimed in desperation and pouted at you again, but you just stuck your tongue out at him and kept shuffling. When the vampire looked positively dizzy from watching your shenanigans you stopped and lifted up the top card with its face to Astarion. “Is this your card?”

His eyes widened in surprise then he angrily snatched the card from your hand with furrowed brows. “Yes”, he grumbled while you broke into laughter. “Which one was it?”, you asked him while you put down the remaining cards. Reluctantly, Astarion showed you the card he was clutching in his fingers. “King of Hearts”, he said still pouting.

“Uuh, what another great coincidence, don’t you think?”, you cooed at him cheerfully and slapped your hands on your knees. Astarion narrowed his eyes at you and kept brooding.

“You know”, you said while pursing your lips “because you certainly are the king of my heart.”

You saw it – you saw the light twitch at the corner of his mouth; you got him. “Just as much as you are the queen of mine, my sweet sweet darling”, he answered dramatically and grabbed his goblet of wine to down the rest of it in one go.

“You are only trying to distract me because you lost the last five rounds of cards”, he offered dryly while he licked a remaining drop of “rich, red berry” red wine of his lips. You watched, being mesmerized by the tiny gesture. “Well, is it working?”, you retorted while you kept watching his lips. Astarion noticed your staring and cocked his head: “Hmm, I don’t know might’ve worked better if your clothes had been off.” He leaned back on his hands and watched the effect of his comment unfold. You tried miserably not to blush – damn, would you ever gain some tiny shred of immunity against his charms?

You coughed and rearranged your sitting position. “I only lost because you keep cheating the entire time”, you threw his way to which he lifted a hand to his chest, so taken aback. “My, what a dire accusation. When have you ever known me to be dishonest, my love?” You threw him a single glance. He kept up his dramatic posture.

“Tell you what, you win the next game fair and square, I’ll show you how the trick works.”

“Deal, sweetheart!”, Astarion agreed happily, picked up the cards and started shuffling and dealing you each a fresh hand of cards.

Tonight no new chapter of my longer fic A Night of Song and Laughter (I honestly need a bit of a break, I lost too much sleep the last two weeks or so). But I still wanted to write something. Hope you enjoyed!

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x you #fanfic #fanfiction #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #one shot

[ellielatinagf]

Lacrosse Ellie Part 4

summary: I’ll let you find out on your own😉

Warnings: fluffffff, cursing, readers same old delusions. Lmk if I’ve missed anything

“So after all that YOU NEVER KISSED???” Dina exclaims. You sat on your bed with your phone in one hand help up to your ear and your other hand holding your remote clicking through channels that you weren’t interested in.

“No. And we were sooooooo close” you replied in a pout.

“Wait okay so you met up with her for a study date and ended spending the time flirting and ALMOST kissing right?” Dina asked

“Yeahhhh” you groaned. You were upset you didn’t kiss her. Those pink lips that had been lingering in your mind for weeks. You wanted to kiss them.

“Then I mean…don’t you still need help with math?” Dina asked. You smirked. This girl was a genius. You suddenly forgave her for her huge cockblock episode the other day.

“I’ll call you back” you said and hung up the phone.

You went on Instagram and went to Ellie’s chats.

“Heyy” You typed. You but the top of your finger out of excitement. Does this girl know how flustered she makes you. Does she know how much she makes you blush at the guilty pleasure you have of imagining your kids together one day? You imagined yourself and Ellie cuddling in bed and embracing each other while your two kids who looked like a perfect mix of you and Ellie were playing with their toys. Yup, you’d imagined it all.

*seen just now*

Oh god

*typing…*

“Hey pretty”

OH MY GOD

You swiped out of happiness and reread that message a thousand times it feels like. You took a screenshot of the message and smiled.

“Hey sooo um last time we met I didn’t really get to study any math sooo I was wondering😭😭” you typed. You hesitated to hit send. Maybe it would seem to desperate? You ignored it and hit send anyways.

“Oh yeah I forgot. I’m free right now if you wanna come over?” Ellie replied.

You two were basically married right? That’s what she’s asking, your hand in marriage? No way she just invited you to her house. You stared at the wall. You can see it now. How does Karina sound as a baby name?

“Like Right now?” You asked

“Mhm” she replied. You don’t know why but that small text made you imagine her humming that and it gave you butterflies.

“Okay then I’ll be over” you replied. Ellie sent you the address and you made your way over. The walk to say the least was gruesome. You wondered what Ellie’s house would be like. What are her parents like? It’s kind of obvious the girl is gay. Or maybe you wanted her so much you made yourself think everything she does is gay. Point is, you were going to see Ellie’s house. Maybe even her room. Who knew that the girl you have a fat crush on is inviting you to her house. You can see yourself laying on a beach during your honeymoon with ellie already.

You ring the doorbell to a nice comfy looking house. A big man, maybe 6ft, opens the door. He looked kind of old but not too much. Maybe in his late 40s?

“Hi um…is Ellie here?” You asked. Your voice was small. This man looked intimidating. Like he’d cut your throat like an apple. Instead the man smiled.

“Oh yeah she’s upstairs. First door on your right. My names Joel by the way, nice to meet you” the man said holding his hand for you to shake. You felt your shoulders relax when you realized he wouldn’t lead you into the woods to kill you.

“I’m y/n, nice to me you too mr…Williams?” You asked. This man didn’t look anything like Ellie at all honestly. He had black hair, which actually started to gray out. And he didn’t have freckles or his face complexion wasn’t similar to Ellie’s.

“Haha, miller. I’m Joel Miller. You can call me Joel though.” He smiled. You nodded and made your way to Ellie’s room.

You knocked on the door softly

“Come in” you heard a voice say. You slowly opened the door. When you walked in the room you noticed the edgy teen boy aesthetic that took place inside.

The walls were covered in 80s bands posters and comic book or video game posters as well. One section of the wall even had been decorated with an array of collectible comic book cards. You removed them when Ellie talked about them last time you met up. “Savage starlight”. Another thing you saw was the guitar that had a moth design on the neck and an electric guitar.

“Sorry my rooms a little messy, I meant to clean it up but I..got distracted” Ellie said which made you avert your eyes to her. You blushed at how she wore that nice loose fitting sweater and how her tan colored khakis has paint splotches. And as always you smiled at those crusty raggedy converse she seemed to never be without.

“It’s cool” You Said sitting on the edge of Ellie’s bed. You placed your backpack down and Ellie moved from the desk to sit next to you. You could’ve sworn your heart stopped for a second.

“So what about math do you need help with?” Ellie asked looking straight into your eyes. The end of her lip curves upwards a bit like she was really really trying to hold back a smile.

“Pre calc” you sighed.

“Hmm” Ellie hummed peering over your shoulder to look at your notes. Your body felt like it was buzzing and you felt like you were sweating waterfalls.

After a couple hours of studying with Ellie you started to understood the material. Truth be told you really only needed a little bit of explaining but Ellie was such a distraction that everything she said went in one ear and out the other as you only focused on her voice and face. If there were a pop quiz about Ellie you’d get a hundred plus extra credit.

“So who’s your teacher anyway?” Ellie asked laying down next to you and holding herself up by her elbows.

“Mr.Anderson” You replied “I know his daughter though, Abby, she’s nice”

“He’s an interesting dude” Ellie responds “think he should’ve been some sorta vet though” she chuckled .

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” Ellie asked. You thought around in your head if you had any plans.

“Probably just gonna watch bad girls club and pretend I’m on Britain’s next great baker” you joked

“You watch that shit?” Ellie chuckled.

“What’s wrong with it?!” You laughed.

“It’s just so…weird” Ellie laughed.

“I’m not gonna listen to someone who watches cartoons” you smirked.

“Hey! That was low” Ellie smiled “Savage starlight is awsome” you giggled and stared in Ellie’s eyes. Those green orbs were like magnets to you, you couldn’t see away from them no matter how hard you tried.

“Anyways, I was gonna ask if you wanted to come to my game tomorrow” Ellie asked. “Ya know if you like… if you really liked the last one” she added. “A-and you can invite Dina too if you want”. You probably would’ve gone even if Dina wasn’t going.

“I guess I could stop by. Even if it’s not as entertaining as crazy Judi throwing hands with voodoo dolls” you joked and Ellie snickered and looked down at the edge of the bed.

“Im glad you chose me over Bad Girls Club” Ellie smiled.

“Don’t get used to it, it’s a one time thing” you giggled.

You got up and started to say your goodbyes to Ellie. She offered to walk you home but you declined because you couldn’t wait any longer to tell Dina how your “not-so-date-date”went. Ellie walked you out smiled.

“Thank you helping me, I probably would’ve failed the test without you” you thank.

“No problem. Although next time you shit on Savage starlight I might start charging you” Ellie said leaning on the doorframe. Little does she know you’d pay any amount to see her.

“I guess I could start expanding my tutors then” you snarky said smiling.

“None of them will be as good as me” she said confidently.

No they will not

You rolled your eyes and giggled. “Bye Ellie” you smiled looking over your shoulder and waving.

“Bye pretty” Ellie smiled and watched you leave. You stared in front of you and thanked god Ellie couldn’t see your blushing face.

As you walled you smiled at yourself. When can she finally kneel down and propose already? You didn’t know what was more cuter. The girl herself or the fact that she had a weighted 3 foot dinosaur plushie sitting on her bed. You picked up your phone to cal the one and only best friend.

“Dina, we’re on our 5th child right now” you said.

“Your so delusional”

Im so sorry this came out wayyyyy longer than expected. My first couple drafts got DELETED and some stuff happened at home but I thought this was cute❤️ the next part will actually have a tiny bit of angst and stuff but I promise I’ll give a good ending loves. Thank you soooo much for your patience and support!! Free Palestine 🇵🇸

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[cho-aaacho]

(HC's) Kouhai Boyfriend! Gojo Satoru

Masterlist I Archive Of Our Own

Tags : Teen Gojo, Senpai-Kouhai relationship, Kouhai Gojo, Mischievous Gojo, Clingy Gojo, Soft Gojo, Crushes, Idiots in Love, Teasing, Surprise Kiss, Reader is Genderless.

You are Geto's cousin and a year older than him. You knew Gojo since you were in the first grade, and he took an immediate interest in you.

He thinks you are cute. You are. So sweet.

Always ask Geto about your day. It's so annoying, to be honest.

Every time you meet him, he always calls you by different names, teasing you and making you blush when he slips an endearing name under his breath.

He loves to send you his selfies once he finally gets your number. You don't even remember how many times he sent you these photos.

He is gladly waiting for you at the school entrance, hoping that he can walk with you without Geto.

He loves to sneak out of the class just to see your face behind the classroom window. He'll smile in amusement and walk back to his class.

Nanami thinks Gojo's admiration for you is unhealthy and weird. But Haibara appreciates it. Yeah, after all, Haibara always sees everyone in a good way.

He loves to help you. Like helping you during an exam or teaching you how to do something because he was a genius kid.

Lending his shoulder when you're tired on the train.

"You know, you're something else. I love the way you gaze at me. You never complained about my behavior; you respect me."

"I think we should keep it a secret from Suguru. You know he'll freak out when he finds out I dated his cute cousin."

But Geto knew about this an hour later.

He loves kissing you in the photo booth. Despite how dangerous the place is, he manages not to get caught by someone else.

He lets you touch his hair, feeling each hair strand on your finger as he sleeps in your lap.

He's so handsome. You can't believe you dated someone like him.

He was clingy, needy, and acted like he was a 3-year-old kid around you. 

You are babysitting him too much.

Sometimes you are overly protective, and he will be giggling and calming you.

"There... There."

"Don't worry, she's just my fangirl."

His palm is so warm and soft. Every time he touches your cheeks, something inside your heart blooms like a rose petal.

During his sleep on your lap, he'll muffle your name, and you'll kiss his nose to tease him, or you'll pinch his nose when he's talking badly about someone else. "Don't say that, Satoru-kun."

He loves to rub his nose on your face or sniff your new perfume while saying, "I love you. I love you."

His heartbeat is so cute.

He forces you to call him by petname whenever Nanami is around. He just wants to tease Nanami. Of course, Nanami doesn't care at all.

You two have a matching outfit when you go out with him. So he could brag about his relationship with you.

You knit him a beanie as a gift on his birthday, and he screamed with joy. 

He really loves your homemade cookies. During Valentine's Day, he ate them so much that it made his stomach hurt.

Listening to your favorite song. Watching your favorite movie. Using the same avatar on Twitter.

For him, the most beautiful memory is when you suddenly kissed him on the Ferris wheel.

"Do you have a plan for New Year's Eve? If you haven't decided yet, I want to invite you to my family dinner. You never met with my family, right? I'm sure they will love you."

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #jjk gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen gojo satoru #gojo satoru #gojo headcanons

[sports-on-sundays]

Heyy!

What do you say about Pau (cubarsi) brining his girlfriend to a tram gathering where all the Barca players and wife’s are invited and eating and enjoying their time. But could you include the other players teasing pau and/or both of them about their relationship and stuff, ofc their teasing is lighthearted but the teens in love get a little embarrassed and shy. But yeah lots of fluff.

Feel free to ignore this!

Have a good day 🩷

embarrassed and in love / Pau Cubarsí

Summary: Pau x girlfriend!reader - The young teenage couple is still in their awkward, giggly, blushing stage, so Pau's whole team teasing him about it doesn't help.

Warnings: mention of a few WAGs

Requested?: Yes.

Author's Note: You also have a good day. Thanks for the cute fluffy request; love it!

You sit next to Pau, listening and taking in the conversations around you, but staying quiet. You were invited to a little meet up with Pau's teammates and some of their girlfriend and wives. This is the first time for you meeting a lot of them, and being probably the youngest couple here, both you and Pau decided it'd be smart to not draw attention.

"How are you doing?" Pau mutters to you after a while. His left hand snakes to gently wrap around your right hand. He squeezes it a little.

You smile at him. "I'm good. How are you?" You reach forward to snag a snack off of the coffee table.

"I'm good," he responds with a soft smile. You nod and eat the little snack, but once you swallow, you catch Pau looking at you with a little silly twinkle in his greyish eyes.

"What?" you ask with a quiet chuckle.

He just grins wider, reaches to the table, grabs a napkin, and immediately starts wiping your face, saying, "There were some crumbs by your mouth."

"Pauuu..." you laugh, feeling yourself warming up a bit at the gesture from him.

But then suddenly a chorus of about four or five voices all say in unison, "Awww!"

Both you and Pau look up to see everyone else looking right back at the two of you. You blink in confusion, and catch Pau's whole face lighting up red in the corner of your eye. "What?!" you squeak.

"You two are adorable," Robert says with a strangely ironic grin.

"Huh?" Pau demands. "What does that mean?"

"The way you two are holding hands like that," Vitor starts with a little smile.

"Yeah," Natalia, Raphinha's wife, teases, "and the way he wipes your mouth."

"Guys, stop," Pau murmurs. It's clear that the very thing you were avoiding- having attention drawn to the two of you- has come to pass.

"Aw, they're just embarrassed," Frenkie says with a little wink, crossing his arms.

"Ah, young love," João Cancelo laments, as if he's not not even thirty yet himself.

"When did you two start dating?" Coral, Sergi's wife, asks, clearly having some sympathy for you two and the embarrassment you feel with all the attention on you.

"Uh-" you start.

"We, uhm-" Pau tries.

"Maybe a year ago..." you offer.

"You're still so shy!" Ronald teases.

Pau frowns and manages awkwardly, putting his arm around you, "Only in front of people."

"Y- Yeah..." you say, leaning into him a bit, trying to prove a point.

This doesn't happen to help your case, as after this, even more teasing ensues, all in over dramatic, slightly mocking tones; though you both know it's all in good fun, you still feel so embarrassed.

"Is she who you're always on the phone with?"

"You two are the sweetest!"

"Look at the way they look at each other. Such affection."

"So when are you going to propose, Pau?"

"Have you even had your first kiss?"

You bury your face in your hands, your heart pounding in your ears, basically a blushing mess by now. Yes, Pau has kissed you a few times, but every time when it was over, you were so embarrassed and unsure, it took about fifteen minutes for Pau to convince you that you were just fine at kissing, there was nothing to worry about, and he'd totally want to do it again.

"O- Of course we have-!" Pau snaps, trying to sound tough, but miserably failing.

"Pau!" you scold.

"What, you didn't want people to know that?!"

"They're just going to make fun of us more..." you complain softly, leaning into him. You link your arm with him and wait for more teasing.

But Pau puts his arm around your back, pulling you closer to him. He kisses your forehead, picking up and understanding your emotions, and that you're actually starting to get quite bothered about this, and glances up to the room, saying, "Do you mind if you just let it off for now, guys?"

There's a few seconds of silence, before İlkay says with a twinkle in his eyes, "Alright, alright. Guys, let's leave them alone."

The conversation moves on, but for a moment in it, there's an echo of someone saying, "Those two really like each other, don't they?"

"Looks like it," their partner responds back with a nod. "They're young, but look at how he takes care of her. And I'm sure she takes care of him, too."

This makes you smile a bit, just softly. You're sure Pau didn't hear it, since now, despite still gently petting your hair, he's engrossed in a conversation with Marc-André, but you did.

You snuggle in a little bit more into him and shut your eyes, content, listening to the hum of all the different voices and conversations around you.

You're just happy the teasing is over.

At least, you hope, the worst of it.

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[prettyinpink350]

Clean/is it over now?

This whole story was basically inspired by clean, is it over now, now that we don’t talk, wonderland, style, basically the whole 1989 album, all too well 10 version, and illicit affairs

Can you tell I love Taylor Swift? 🤭

Nomad grey! Soft dark! Steve rogers x reader. Cheating!!!! Angst!!!! Depressed reader, tony dying. The time line if messed up do t do the math I already tried lol. Reader is Tony Starks, daughter, but race or looks are not described. 

Seeing his blue eyes in the forefront of your mind was haunting. you couldn’t get clean off of him His whispers had changed every muscle in your body to love him and only him. Was it over when she laid down on your couch was it over when he unbuttoned your blouse? Was it over then and is it over now? The question you asked every night, or when you walked in every room that held the blondes with love eyes. Your scorned young body, a solider returning half her weight, the blue muse hidden from view hurting from seeing the flashing lights as he showcased her to all.

Steve Rogers was your first lover, only 18, and somehow the family friend since your early teen years was gone and replaced with a man of love and stolen kisses. His hands fire, his lips held unfished unspoken ‘I love yous’. If your love is over, why do you wait? Why do you hide in your hidden places he took you so no one could hear your sweet nothing relationship and moans. Why are you still writing pages about a love story that has ended?

You remember the tension in the last years before the full out. His smile on your 18th birthday, him slow dancing with you, everyone at the party drunk or too blinded by the American dream to notice he was more then a family friend or uncle Steve, your father's co-worker and avenger. Blushing in arms, your teenage heart bursting in shy looks away from the man holding your waist. Then by next celebration, Only ever held hands with a boy and suddenly a lover, what an unexpected transition for an 19 year old girl. Never knowing how love worked nor how cruel his could be.

Now 25 never had another lover, the habit for you never left, still lost in wonderland though he was lost in anothers. Trying to find a cure, to bring dust to people, standing in a room with the rest of (what's left of) the Avengers brings acid up your throat. The secret too big to share with your father and how his old best friend broke your heart, it ate you alive for lying, dying. Dying feeling like the world's worst daughter, watching him sacrifice himself while whispering to you how much he loved you was the ground falling underneath what made your sky.

Steve picking your crumpled body off the ground crying at your father's asleep feet to forgive you for your secrets. Sobbing into the man you loved and hated, hated for leaving you scared and confused during the civil war. You sat at home heartbroken praying he was okay and that he would just sign the damn papers, that your father didn't kill him, while he made out with Sharon Carter. Pounding on his chest screaming at him to let you go, you struggled in his arms while he tried to calm you down.

You yelling at him that it was all his fault, only the two of you knowing what you meant.

After that you didn't talk to him, what was really left of the Avengers lives in the compound and so does Steve's new finance, the younger blonde, who giggles like you did, he’s not afraid to tell people he loves her. The pain mixed in with love unrequited.

A mission in the tall mountains was the reopening of the love affair, you think of jumping off every tall somethings just to see if he comes running, but no.

“I’ve missed you” he spoke to you leaning on the kitchen island, you sitting at the dinner table eating soup, you ignored him. “y/n”

“Let's leave the past where it belongs,” you said

“Babygirl please” Steve pushed himself off the counter, pulling your chair away from the table, now squatting in front of you. His hands holding yours.

“You’re engaged, we shouldn’t requel our relationship now, and I can't even look at you without wanting you” you admitted softly to him looking down at your lap where your hands and his lay.

“I still love you y/n, and I know I left. I know I should have come back to you baby. I’m a sick man but your my love baby and I can't see you love me everyday while I pretend she's you.”

“No, do you think I didn't see you, there was flashing lights at least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight, were we over when you kissed Sharon? You try and find something better in every girl's bed-.”

Steve kissed you deeply cutting you off, his hands moved to your shoulders pulling you closer. You kissed him back, the feeling different from the innocent love, that the devil he was truly letting himself mask in it.

His arms wrapped around your waist, and your legs wrapped around his. He took you to bed, naked bodies meeting again. His thrusts drove moans out of you like no other.

“You're still my baby, c'mon I’m still your Stevie” his words kissed your skin. “Say it, say you're still mine, I’m still your daddy” he demanded his thrusts becoming harder.

“I-i love you Daddy” you squeaked out Steve smiling at your words knowing he still had you after all these years.

“Don't you ever take away my baby again. You’re my baby.” after his words, you moaned loudly your face buried in between his neck and shoulder. Cumming full force.

“That's it babygirl, cum for me.”

Steve and you laid down still naked in each other's arms, feeling his warmth.

“We’re staying here, I'm not going back to her,” he spoke sternly

“What?” you replied back, pulling away so you could see his face.

“We’re stayin’ here, we’re gonna build a family and I’m not letting you out of my sight again baby. You’re mine. I love you” Steve said still stern but with a dark look in his eyes.

“I’ve watched you hurt and be alone far too long, I've saved the world for you, killed for you, wanted you… Say it back y/n”

“I-i love you, Stevie”

10 months older, a baby five months in. You can't quit, you can't say you got clean. 10 months older now he can admit there was no mission just a trick to get you back.

#steve rogers angst #dark steve #steve rogers au #dark steve rogers x reader #dark captain america #captain america au #avengers endgame #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x stark!reader

[yanderenightmare]

Reaaaally feeling the bully!Bakugou being sweet and redeeming himself to victim!darling!!! But could you make one where darling doesn’t accept him after all 😈 😈 😈 and he’s suddenly not so inclined to be sweet anymore???

Changed it up a bit from the last one cuz i didn’t wanna write the same-ish thing, but anyway check that one out too here

BNHA ! FIC

Bakugou Katsuki x darling

TW: yandere, NSFW, noncon, mentions of minors/teens having sex (but no actual depictions of it), toxic relationship, possessiveness, angst WC: 3.5k

No One Else

She’s not sure why she'd ever let it drag out for so long. 

In the beginning, it could be blamed on things outside their control. Where, between the tension that had always simmered within their strained dynamic as pretty girl and vile boy -plus the oncoming of puberty and its whirl of hormones- they were both left in a turmoil of strange pheromones making them panicked, embarrassed, confused, and most of all in dire need of an outlet for it all.

One of which they surprisingly found in each other.

They’d been but foolish teenagers at a silly house party at the time, their first-ever shots of alcohol buzzing through their system as they shared a kiss like none other. 

They’d stumbled up the stairs and gotten frisky in the bedroom while family pictures of their shared friend and his family witnessed them tearing at each other until the skin of childhood had shed and left them both as grown-ups. 

Waking up with a new special understanding of themselves and each other, one with a strange respect and newfound curiosity for the other’s body.

But why he hadn't grown bored of it since and why she'd never put her foot down and ended things was beyond her.

Katsuki had explained it once, one of those times he'd come stumbling into her apartment, drunk and in the midst of buckling up his pants while pawing at her. Kissing her sloppy, he’d mumbled out something along the lines of how no one else knows him like she does. 

And she supposed that had mainly been the reason; that they just knew each other too well and had known each other too long, to which point everyone else just seemed alien; that there was a sort of comfort -if one could call it that- in the familiarity of each other that just couldn't be replicated or replaced by anyone else. 

She’d been raised and groomed to sustain Katsuki and all his ugly tempers all her life. And -blinded by a sense of distorted credit she used to don herself- she couldn't quite imagine anyone being able to handle him but her. And -though she still can’t really put her finger on why- the thought had used to make her proud.

It had made her feel somewhat special...

And needed.

She thought it would go on forever then…

Not that she’d ever bothered to give it much thought. 

That is… until she had that very flirty encounter at the café where she worked. Where, in between being sweet-talked into a stuttering blushed mess and being asked out for coffee someplace where she wouldn't have to serve it herself, she’d come to question her current relationship and started doubting her true obligations toward Katsuki as a partner.

They didn’t go on dates. They didn’t live together. They didn’t text or call one another. They didn’t eat dinner or plan things or visit each other’s parents. 

She didn’t have anything in his apartment, nor him in hers. She’d never washed any of his clothes. She’d never worn any of his clothes. She’d never even driven his car. 

They’d never given each other presents. They didn’t tell people about their relationship. They didn’t talk about work, their day, or their feelings. Actually -having given it a long thought- they didn’t really talk at all. 

In fact, when it came down to it, the only thing she'd been able to think of that they'd ever done together… was sex.

Sex and nothing more…

She doesn’t know if things would have ever changed if he hadn’t asked her what the number scrawled in blue pen on her arm was...

But nevertheless, that’s when Katsuki started acting strange.

She'd never expected he’d get so upset by it, but she ended up apologizing that night while promising him that next time she wouldn’t be so silly, that next time she’d make it clear she already had a boyfriend.

She remembers thinking how the way he fucked her that night had been nothing short of desperate. Having given her nearly no room to breathe with how tightly he’d held her, his face nuzzling into her neck with lovebites, thrusting into her in such a way he was barely even pulling out, pounding her cervix more than her cunt to the point she’d feared it bruised, having had to pat his shoulder to tell him to calm down. 

He’d held her face then, and she’d realized that they hadn’t really had too much eye contact before. She remembers that even then, she couldn’t really decide if she liked it or not. Or rather... she’s sure she’d found it unpleasant, though just hadn’t had the guts to give the feeling any influence. 

She regrets it now that it’s too late. Maybe if she’d done or said something back then, she wouldn’t be in the situation she was trapped in now.

For lack of a better -more suitable- word, she’d have to say he’d become clingy if only it didn’t sound too sweet and childish for someone so much larger than her. But maybe she’d just feared calling it what it had been.

And what it had really been…

Was threatening.

Overbearing and possessive, and needlessly protective. He’d quickly become paranoid with jealousy. Portraying strange obsessive emotions she hadn't known he harbored for her at all until then.

She hadn’t really been able to put her finger on it at the time.

It started out small. Or, small in comparison to now. Small pleasantries he’d never bothered with before. Small niceties she’d never imagined the two of them would do together. 

Thinking back, the first deviation -aside from the triggering night he’d initially seen the phone number and felt the threat of her slipping from his grasp- was the time he’d come and visited her at work when out on patrol. And though he hadn’t really asked, she’d come to realize -rather hesitantly- that he’d come there to eat lunch together with her.

Maybe she’d been too swept up in the embarrassing buzz to notice, caught in the paparazzi of hushed whispers and judgy stares -all of them asking whom the Plain Jane thought she was, eating lunch with the up-and-coming pro-hero Dynamight- she hadn’t really the time nor mind to pay attention to him and all his newly awoken instincts regarding her.

It seemed fucking silly now… How she’d foolishly thought the bizarre lunch was an isolated incident of which wouldn’t ever happen again, only to find herself quickly schooled the next day and the day after that, coming to understand she was to expect it as a regular thing. And soon, it wasn’t even the strangest thing anymore.

Soon he was driving her home every day, coming inside, eating dinner, watching the news until late, and staying the night. Soon she found herself waking up in his apartment alone, coming downstairs to find he’d made her breakfast before leaving, combined with a little note telling her when he’d be back. Soon she wasn’t spending a single week or weekend without him. Soon she couldn’t find anything to wear that didn’t either remind her of him or smell like him or that downright didn’t belong to him completely.

And he’d started taking her places too -on dates- broadcasting their relationship to anyone with a cameraphone who could snap a picture and send it to every gossip magazine in Japan. He’d introduced her to his colleagues -whom she knew to be “friends” from some rather upsetting stories he’d told her when he was in a less and less rare mood for talking- and they’d seemed to know whom she was just as intimately, giving her the sneaking suspicion that Katsuki’d been running his mouth and saying private things he ought not to.

But that had all been child’s play.

It got out of control when he’d ordered a delivery truck to pack down all her things and move them all to his apartment before she got home from work. Sure, he’d introduced the idea of living together in passing, but she couldn’t remember ever committing to it or being at all close to an understanding of where and when.

Thinking about it now, that was probably her last chance of escaping before things got ugly.

But then, it was already too late. She was living with him suddenly. Sharing all his space while unable to shake that awfully crippling feeling of just being another medal or trophy up on the mantle. Just a decorative doll he’d locked behind glass.

She’d felt as though her head was in a cloud. And not in a nice way, but in the utmost hollow way. As though she’d put herself on auto-pilot and just gone with the stream like jellyfish.

And now…

Now he was down on one knee.

Asking -no demanding- that she give him everything. 

For life until due death.

Just the two of them. 

Together.

Forever.

She swallowed thickly, feeling her head prickle as though it had fallen asleep without taking her with it. 

Her lips dry, her eyes dry, feeling more sober than ever.

She took a breath and, on the next exhale, spoke.

“No.”

They both just stared at each other for a while as though neither could decide who was more shell-shocked and had the right reserved to remain still the longest. She left -deciding it was the person on the floor with the expensive ring weighing down his hand- and walked towards the mudroom.

“What are you doing?” He asked then, hesitantly at first. Shaken from his spot, he’d resumed his full height again, loudly stomping across the floor to reach her.

“I’m sorry- I- I can’t stay here- I need to go.” She rushed, head spinning, only able to understand how she wanted to put shoes on and leave. Maybe get a drink at a bar by herself and figure her shit out without being suffocated by him.

“Don’t do this.” He said then, sounding desperate and somewhat feeble if it weren’t for how he had her pushed against the wall in the same second.

She nearly decided against herself when seeing the look on his face. Warped into something truly fragile. Plead had his brows pinched together while his sharp red eyes -now doe-like- had glossed over and looked nothing short of hopeless and scared.

She’d be lying if she said it didn’t make her heart twist and ache and feel a little guilty.

But nevertheless.

“I can’t marry you, Katsuki….”

She couldn’t keep doing this.

“I’m sorry- I don’t love-” 

She didn’t get to finish. The word taken, stifled, strangled in a fist closing around her throat.

“You do love me.” He refuted quickly, as though terrified to have let her finish. “You’ve always loved me.” Trembling while he said it, as though trying to force himself into believing it too. 

Shaking her collar in unstable hands. Bearing down on her until she couldn’t be pushed flatter against the stone behind her, until his forehead rested against the wall and his lips brushed the shell of her ear in hot, heavy strained breaths. 

“You’re just confused.” He rasped, voice light and breathy and nearly amounting to a giggle -or a sob- she wasn’t sure which.

But she couldn’t care much when she couldn’t breathe. Head burning into a numb wet cotton that was no longer able to tell her to push him off and instead let her hands go limp against his chest, knees going weak beneath her. 

“Katsuki… Kat… su-”

She was convinced he’d kill her before the tiniest slither of air was allowed back in through her windpipe, gasping for it like a glutton until coughing it all up again when choking on her own desperate gulps. 

Her hands held her throat in an act of soothing it from the forming bruises and shielding it from further attack. But Katsuki was ahead of her and had his sights on attacking something else.

He took her by the hair and started pulling, dragging her from the door and further into the apartment.

“Stop- stop it- Katsuki-” She begged between hiccups and coughs, her hands clawing at his in an effort to free his grasp from her scalp. Her shins dragged to burns against the cold marble as her legs kicked in the struggle, hitting the floor in a series of sporadic thuds until he stopped. “Katsuki-”

He’d crossed the threshold of their bedroom and was now throwing her down on the mattress, pinning her in the same second with a hand gripping her jaw and eyes a searing cold that seemed to lash out at her like unstable fire, glaring at her with a look so blank and empty she felt it like the chill of death creep throughout her bones.

“If you want me to be nice, you should shut up.”

She knew she ought to listen, but still, one last prayer slipped off her tongue against her better judgment before she could think twice about it. “Katsuki, please don’t do this-”

“Don’t do what!?” He barked -spit flying and teeth bared just like a rabid rottweiler- louder than she’d ever witnessed, loud enough to make her wince. “Break your heart!?” His voice cracked on the cry, and he paused, giving another gruesome and gut-wrenching chuckle. Head ducking between her breasts with spikey hair nipping at her throat like a million needles. 

His hand tightened even more, clawing into her cheeks.

“I’m just making things even.”

She’d never realized just how hopeless she was if she’d ever needed to fend him off. But she’d never needed to before, never wanted to until now.

Now that he had her so helplessly beneath him, where the reality was slowly dawning on her and making her ever more hysteric, slowly settling upon her like dust after an explosion. The ensuing violation and her utter defeat in fighting it, her failure in doing much more than make it worse, where every time she landed anything that weakly resembled a slap or kick, he retaliated tenfold by crushing her in his strength.

Spreading her legs by positioning himself between them, he cared little for all her bleating where the former fight she’d tried to make match his diminished into desperate attempts to protect herself instead. She was sobbing now, gasping for breath with her chest rising and falling on beat with the deafening drums of her racing heart.

He tugged his tie loose and threw it off his head, wrapping her wrists in the loop and tightening it into restraints. Only now noticing just how brittle she was. So much smaller than him. So much so, he nearly abandoned his task of tying her hands to the bedpost in all. But -finding he might lose his cool and break her arm if she dared continue shoving at him- he pulled them over her head and fastened them anyway, if not for his than for her sake to avoid it.

And then she really was less than nothing beneath him. Just a defenseless pile of warm plush flesh soft against him and all his scarred muscles and callouses and years upon years of dedicated training.

She’d pulled her thighs shut, but it hardly mattered. His hands -buried in the fine plume of her cakey fat- had them both spread again with nearly no strength put into it at all. 

It was all right there -taken with no effort- only a cute pink cotton panty stopping him. 

His heart clenched at that, flickered and tugged with misery at the look of her crying into her own arm, trying to comfort herself while her chest heaved, already tired of screaming and bawling. Having resorted to soft sniffles and weak snivels while tiny quakes shook through her still, goosebumps adorning all her exposed flesh, which was every part of her sept for what her pretty silk dress kept hidden.

She was so beautiful…

Adorable. 

Precious and just…

Too good.

He knew that. He knew that she was too good for him and had always been too good for him -part of the reason why he used to act as though he hated her- when, in reality… he actually…

“I love you.” He cried. “I’ve always loved you….”

Hot tears splashed in big droplets, staining the silk with splotches that seeped into large flecks on her stomach. 

“I can’t live without you-” He continued, his hands shaking where he held her apart while his body sagged forward, bowing down, donning soft kisses to her neck and jaw, upon the tears staining her cheeks with streaks, whispering in a voice close to breaking. “I can’t- I won’t-” Choked and pitiful, raw from shouting only a moment earlier.

One of his hands detached from its bruising grip, whilst the other loosened and slid higher -pulling her dress up on its way- and started rubbing loving circles into her midriff. She heard his buckle go undone a second later and offered another whimpering sob, her own hands jostling in their bonds on beat with her shaky breaths while trying to angle her face further away with the aim of avoiding the attack of his wet teary kisses.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, but I can’t… I can’t let you go.”

She felt him press against her clothed cunt with the weight of his swollen thickness and let out another whimper. Nose stuffed full with the smell of his breath and the scent of his sweet nitro-like sweat and eyes full of unyielding tears. 

His hand reached for her panty, hooking the trail and pulling it to the side, making her sink her teeth into the plump of her lip to suppress yet another whimper while she cringed with uncomfort and the unanswered wishes for him to stop as he nibbled on the corner of her mouth with more teary proposals.

His fingers soon prodded her slit like they’d done nearly every day for years since they were but teens. Touching her with a perfected skill he’d learned would have her shiver with arousal. 

She yielded quickly, her sex turning puffy and wet sooner than she had the time to be embarrassed about it.

“No one knows you as well as I do. No one loves you as much as I do.” He chanted against her skin, entering her with both his longest digits, pumping them deep and scraping them in a cruel curl into that spot he knew had her toes doing the same. Smiling, once her hips made an involuntary jolt in response. “No one else but me.” 

He pulled his hands to himself once she’d left three of his digits warm and soaking with slick, lathering his own arousal with it before nudging his cockhead against her opening in a sticky kiss and breaching it.

She stiffened, and he groaned into her neck at the feel of her clamping down even tighter as he bottomed out into her already taunt choke.

“No one else would know how to love you.” He hissed, setting a sweet tempo, lips still close, grazing on the peachfuzz of her cheek, ghosting her skin with hot breaths and even hotter words.  “No one else would know the first thing to do with you once they had you.”

She shook her head, more so in askance of space than anything else. Needing air free of him. Needing to clear her head off the building warmth she felt spread from her core. Needing to shake the coil loose before it could knot itself further. But it seemed the more she tried fending it off, the faster it neared its end, like a spark aided by the wind in chasing the tail of a wic until exploding what dynamite found at its end.

She always shook so prettily when cumming -so preciously- when spilling over and moaning all flushed and cute for him with her hips riding it out against his until it left her panting, blushed, and adorned with a shiny sheen of dew, making her look golden in the glory of the after high.

He used to regard it as something sweet she’d give him, like a reward or devotion. 

Only now did he realize how utterly at his mercy she was -unable to keep even this from him- just completely laid bare to accept what he gave and give what he decided to take.

She was his, and not even she herself could deny it. 

She belonged to him.

She belonged to him. 

She belonged to him. 

“No one else.”

tip-jar: Kofi

#yandere bakugo #yandere bakugou #yandere bnha #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere katsuki #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere my hero academia #yandere bakugou katsuki #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere katsuki bakugou #bully bakugo #bully katsuki #bully bakugou #yandere bully #yandere bakugou smut #bakugou smut #boku no hero academia smut #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x y/n #bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x you

[anarcoqueer1994]

"Steve, wait!" Eddie yells, running out of the his trailer after him. It was cold, the snow just starting to fall.

It all had been a stupid game. Everyone was over sans Erica. The younger teens were sophomores now, so they found themselves tagging along more for late night hangouts

Max and El giggled as they suggested playing truth or dare. Even through eye rolls, everyone agreed to play. The questions and dares were harmless enough...at first.

Dustin, the little shit he is, asked Steve if he had a crush on anyone in the room. Eddie watched as his cheeks tinged pink as he took a sip of his beer and mumbling "Yes."

This was met with a room full of kids trying to get him to confess. Eddie knew though. Eddie knew that Steve still liked Nancy even though she was with Robin now. He knew that had to hurt to be happy for your best friend, but being a little jealous.

He felt like that, with Steve. He wanted him to find happiness, the girl of his dreams, but Eddie also wanted Steve to want him.

Eddie quickly tried to get the attention off Steve. "Alright, alright, buttheads. Quiet down, and just move on."

Max smirks, blind now, but as much of a menace as always. "Okay Eddie, truth or dare."

"Dare, obviously." He says as if she really needed to ask.

"Hmm, I dare you to kiss Steve, on the mouth of course." She laughs, secretly picking up on something neither man has noticed.

Eddie can feel his face heating up as he nervously turns his head to Steve, who happens to be sandwiched between himself and Robin(Nancy on her lap.) Steve meets his face. Eddie whispers "Can I?"

Steve nervously nods his head. "Uh, sure, Eds." He smiles trying to let him know it's okay. He swears Eddie is blushing. Steve reminds himself silently it's just a dare, Eddie doesn't like him like that.

Eddie leans in, and Steve closes his eyes subconsciously, moving to meet Eddie, heart pounding out of his chest. Suddenly inches away from his lips, he feels Eddie freezes. He pulls away "Sorry, I can't do this."

And Steve, despite warning himself that this was a dare, that Edsie did not really feel that way, that his feelings weren't mutual because why would anyone as good and cool as Eddie, want Steve, was still crushed. He couldn't live in blissful hope that someday Eddie would love him like that. All hope was crushed.

He clears his throat. "Um, hey I need to get some air." He was trying not to break down in front of his friends, could not handle that embarrassment too.

Before anyone could say a word, he was up, heading out the door, doesn't even bother grabbing his coat.

Everyone stays quiet, not sure of what just happened. Robin goes to get up, wants to run after Steve but before she could, Eddie was out of his seat, running out the door after him. (Though pulling on his coat as he does)

He finds Steve at the edge of the woods on the outskirts of the trailer park. He was sitting under a tree, while light snow covered his hair and shoulders, as he hides his face in his knees, beer bottle lay spilled next to him. If it were in a different circumstance, the image would be beautiful, poetic, somber. But all he sees now is Steve Harrington breaking down, and knows somehow he caused it.

Eddie makes his way over, sitting on the wet snowy ground next to Steve. Steve doesn’t look up. "Hey, um, I'm sorry, Steve for whatever I did." His voice is quiet.

Steve peaks his head up, frozen tear streaks cover his red face. In a half sob he says "Dude, you didn't do anything wrong...it's me, so don't worry, okay?"

Eddie scoots closer, thier bodies ate touching. "No can do, big boy. Already worrying..." He tries to say lightly, emotion in his voice betraying him. "Can't leave Steve Harrington crying in the cold, can I?"

"I'll be back in soon, I promise....I just need some time." Steve whispers.

"Time for what, princess?" Eddie asks, knowing he shouldn't push but moments ago he thought he knew Steve was into Nancy, now he isn't sure. So he is not sure he can trust what he "knows" anymore.

"Fuck...are you really going to make me say it, Eds. " He chokes out, lifting his head completely. Somehow after Eddie's rejection. The little pet names that used to make him blush hurt more. "Look I know you aren't into me but when you looked at me before we were supposed to kiss, I got this dumb idea that maybe you wanted to. But then you couldn't even do it on a dare. And I know it's not fair of me to be mad, but it still hurts because I really like you, and I wanted you to like me. So like...."

Steve is cut off by a pair lips pressed against his. Eddie is holding both sides of his face, kissing him. Despite the cold, his lips were warm. Without thinking, Steve clings to Eddie’s shirt, kissing back, not wanting this to end.

When they pull apart they are still holding onto each other, Steve whispers "What was that for?" He watches his breath on the air between them.

"Because, in case you haven't noticed, I'm really into you and wanted to do that for a long time." Eddie admits.

"Then...why didn't you want to kiss me earlier? "Steve asks, confusion covering his face.

"Because, Stevie, I didn’t know if you really liked me and I didn't want the only kiss with the person I am in love with to be some dare...I wanted it to mean something." Eddie whispers.

Suddenly Eddie sees the biggest smile on Steve’s face, nose scrunched up, and it was about the cutest thing he has ever seen. "You're in love with me?" He sniffles, the cold getting to him.

"Yea, baby I am" He says gently, moving his hand to Steve's hair, feeling the cold snow covering the boy in front of him.

Steve leans close to Eddie, burying his head in Eddie's chest. "Good because I love you too."

Eddie wraps his arms around Steve before pulling back and standing up. He loves the drama of chivalry so before Steve can do anything, he scoops him up. "Let’s get you inside now, before you get sick." Steve just clings to him.

When they get back the trailer, thier friends had made hot chocolate. Steve changes into some of Eddie’s pajamas, his clothes being soaked from the snow. And that night when everyone leaves, Eddie invites Steve to stay the night.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #steddie ficlet #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ronance if you squint #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #snow

[httpshujii]

𝐈𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 彡 In which . . . Megumi wants to dance.

〔CW〕 — Nothing just two teens in love :>

〔CW〕 — This song for some reason SCREAMS Megumi. And I just had to.

"Come on!" He whisper yelled as he held your hand and pulled you out of the sea of people. Gojo has initiated one of his parties and invited too many people over. As usual. But Megumi Fushiguro had other plans...

You've never seen Megumi smile this widely or freely...It made you smile as you ran through the halls of Jujutsu High and out into the courtyard. All exotic and fresh greens painted darkly by the moon's faint glow.

"I never took you to be mischievous." I laugh as he spins me around a couple times before placing his hands on my hips to stop me.

"Only with you~" He says rather too genuinely to be Megumi.

The Megumi everybody knows is quiet, looks tired all the time, and stoic.

A blush dusts onto the apples of your cheeks and he just chuckles lowly.

"You're so pretty.." He mumbles against your cheek. Heat pools on your chest and at the tips of your ears.

"Gumi.." You call as though it's your favorite word. You call his name as if it's some kind of prayer. So innocent and soft as it rolls off of your tongue and into his ears. The sweetest lullaby ever.

He pecks your cheek quickly before he starts twirling you around. His hands on your hips. Fitting perfectly as if his hands were always meant to be there. Your hands around his neck. Secretive giggles are shared between the both of you, as though you just told each other the biggest secret known to mankind.

And you don't miss that glint in his eyes when he locks eyes with you. So full of young love and adoration it makes your knees weak.

Suddenly, he stops. One hand snakes up your arm delicately until it finds it's home on the side of your neck. He loves that spot on your neck. You have a small mole there. And it's small enough to barely be visible to the ones who aren't paying attention, but Megumi studied you to the point where he'd be able to write a full book about every single aspect of you. That mole was the first thing he noticed after those captivating eyes of yours.

He loves kissing that mole, he loves tapping the pad of his finger against that mole, he loves looking at that mole. He doesn't even know why. But he just loves it.

As you look into his eyes, only the muffled sound of the music from the party being heard and a cricket chirping here or there, and two young lovers standing under the eyes of the moon. His hand tilts your head up towards his before he ducks down and places a soft kiss on your neglected lips.

His kisses were always slow and sensual. As if you're going to get pulled away if he doesn't savor the taste of you. He holds you close, as if trapping you. He doesn't want this to end. Not now, not ever.

And though you're only teenagers, adults saying that they'll never work out. The both of you have faith. You two were practically made for each other. And the proof is held in Gojo's phone.

Searching for Megumi was hard. But his teacher somehow always finds him. And he WILL frame that picture he took sneakily as you and Megumi shared that little moment of yours under the moon and gift it to you guys on your next anniversary.

#[𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧] #✶≼[JUJUTSU KAISEN] #ஜ˳༄꠶ MEGUMI #megumi fushiguro #megumi jjk #megumi x reader #megumi x you

[wsknbfanaccnt]

Hihii! I love your content!! 😍 I was wondering if maybe you could do a scene where Aomine is at high-school practice and his s/o comes to watch him play and he tries (but fails miserably) to act all tough around his teammates because he can't control how soft he is ffor them? Please🙈

Damn it's actually been years since i wrote anything- I used to be so active on Wattpad and such lmfao

But well, I've been rping in my absence and I hope that makes up for the writing I've lost-

And i do miss writing, so I'll do my best to satisfy and thank you for requesting!

Edit: SORRY IT IT FELT WEIRD- IDK AOMINE SEEMS OOC TO ME HERE BUT I TRIED MY BEST

Acting Tough! Aomine x S/O

You had a bit of time after school today since you had already finished all your homework in class. You and Aomine hadn't planned to do much these days, so you decided to take a peek at the gym to see how he was doing. The moment you stepped into the gym, you immediately lay eyes on the navy blue-haired teen. He just shot a 2 pointer, wiping off the sweat from his forehead with a towel as he headed back for the benches. You smirked and went behind the benches as discreetly as you could. Aomine was too immersed in nothing in particular that he had no idea that you were behind him.

Just as he took a sip of water, you grabbed his shoulders and let out a loud "Boo!" from behind.

"AAH WHAT THE FUCK?!" he suddenly screamed and coughed out the water, falling to the floor in front of the benches. You burst out in laughter, holding your stomach as you bent over.

"That wasn't funny at all!" he hissed at you, coughing a bit more from choking on the water. The rest of the team had caught Aomine's attention from his loud yell, chuckling quietly as Sakurai just hid behind another teammate.

"That was priceless! You should have seen your face Aho!" you laugh, but hold out a hand for him to take. He reluctantly put his hand in yours, but he smirked inwardly as he suddenly pulled you towards him, making you fall directly on top of him.

"Hey-! Daiki...!" you whined in annoyance, but your voice was quickly cut off by him wrapping his arms around your waist and a small kiss on the back of your neck. You felt the blush creep up on your cheeks, feeling the team's eyes bore down at the two of you.

"Oi, Aomine! Stop flirting with your girlfriend and practice with us!" he shouted, Aomine groaning in annoyance. You chuckled and just pat his leg, getting up as he followed suit.

"Go practice Daiki, I'll be here," you smile cheerily at him, the boy sighing and pouting.

"Fine..." he grumbled, going over to the court hesitantly as you smiled softly. After all, he couldn't resist you, especially since he knew that you were trying to prevent him from getting into any more trouble and that you cared for him.

"Oi, Sakurai."

"Y-Yes?? I'm sorry-!" the apologetic mushroom immediately bowed at him, but Aomine leaned into his ear and whispered something. Sakurai nodded as he pulled away, messing up his hair. Of course, you were watching with curiosity as a small smile curved y our lips, and your eyebrow slightly raised. But Aomine suddenly shot up and shoved Sakurai to the side, realizing that you were watching him. The poor boy was confused, just apologizing to Aomine a million times.

He had always shown a mean facade to his teammates, but deep down he cared about each and every one of them. Now that his s/o was watching him, he tried to toughen himself up even more but it was clear that he was failing miserably. As one of the first years accidentally got hit in the face with the basketball he immediately rushed over to him, checking to see if he was okay. Only to pull away and scoff, the tips of his ears tinting red as he insulted the boy under his breath. You observed how he was acting, and having dated Aomine for so long, knew exactly what he was doing.

Soon practice ended and he went to the benches to rest for a bit. You approached him with some water and a towel, the navy-haired teen smiled softly and drank the water.

"Don't try putting that tough act on me Daiki..." you pout, sitting next to him. He turned his face away from you ever so slightly, not wanting to embarrass himself.

"What are you talking about?" he said, intending to hiss at her but really it just came out in a slightly panicked tone. You chuckle and wrap your arms around him from behind, putting your chin on his shoulder.

"I know how much you care about your teammates. I think it's really sweet.." you smile, whispering so that no one else could hear. He only hummed softly in response, leaning against you a little. But knowing him, you didn't want to make him feel awkward any longer.

"Go take a bath, you smell." you suddenly sneer, shoving him away and putting your shirt over your nose to tease him.

"And who was just hugging me huh? Admit it, you love the smell."

"EW! You're disgusting!" you exclaim, just to have him laugh at your remark. He suddenly grabbed your head and pulled you toward his chest, making you gasp with the scent of his sweat going into your nose.

"AHOMINE GET OFF!!"

#akashiseijuro #aominedaiki #kagamitaiga #kisekinosedai #kiseryouta #akashi seijuro #gom #oha asa #kurobas #kurokotetsuya #kurokosbasketball #kurokonobasuke #the basketball which kuroko plays #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke #aomine daiki #aomine x reader #kuroko no basket aomine #aomine fluff #kurokos basketball aomine #aomine x you

[angelst4re]

can we have one with basically jamie bower having a massive baby fever while he and the reader are for the first time in his parents house because he presents her to them and they live her !

so like his moms ends up saying to him after the dinner while they are alone that’s she is gorgeous and amazing and that’s she wants grandkids from both of them

and it take that’s seriously and he ends up pretty steamy in his old bedroom with a breeding kink and a boobie kink ( like breastfeeding kink )

okay so this took 3 attempts to write... i just kept blushing and giggling I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! i hope you like it love! <3

Baby Fever- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

warnings: smut! breeding kink, boobs<3, i use the word babies like 6 times?!

note: i'm about to cook some chicken!

“Don’t worry, love. They’re going to adore you! I promise.” Jamie said with a kiss to your forehead as he unlocked the door to his parent’s house. “Mum! We’re here!” 

Even after Jamie’s words of encouragement, you were still terrified. Wondering if they’ll approve of you, whether your outfit is suitable enough, if you put too much makeup on.

Suddenly, a woman appeared from where you believed was the kitchen, a massive smile spreading across her face as her eyes met yours. 

“You must be y/n!” She grinned, taking your hand, “I’ve been pestering Jamie for months about meeting you, dear. I hope you both got here okay, not too much traffic?”

“No, it only took about 45 minutes,” says Jamie, “mum, why don’t you show y/n around, I’m going to get our bags from the car!” 

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Hours had passed and it felt like minutes, you wondered why you were even nervous about meeting your boyfriend’s parents. They were so lovely and welcoming. You noticed that Jamie had the same smile as his dad, making your heart feel warm, and he had his mother’s eyes. 

You were all sat around the dinner table, you and Jamie sitting opposite his mum and dad as they asked you questions about yourself, where you were from, what your plans are for the future, your favourite movies and your family. You were quite happy to open up to them about yourself, they were so easy to talk to, and there was never an awkward silence, not even after Jamie’s dad brought up the time Jamie ‘weed in his wetsuit because of a seal’. 

“Jamie, darling, could you help me clear up please?” His mum asked, taking the plates out to the kitchen. Jamie patted your leg as if to say ‘everything’s okay’ before he disappeared into the kitchen.

Jamie’s mum began to fill the sink with water to wash up, as the water ran she pulled Jamie to the side with a wide smile. 

“She’s amazing isn’t she!” She beamed, “I can imagine you two having such beautiful babies! My gorgeous grandchildren! Have you two discussed it yet?” 

Jamie was a bit taken back by what his mum had just said, but he also thought what that could mean for them. 

“Not yet, but I’m planning on proposing soon.”

“Do you think she’s the one this time?” 

“I do, yeah.” Jamie smiled, still caught up in thoughts about giving you his babies, not being able to concentrate on anything else. 

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“Okay, don’t judge me. I haven’t changed this room around since I was 16, so beware.” Jamie warned you as you walked up the stairs to get ready for bed. 

“Don’t worry, it can’t be any worse than mine,” you giggled. 

As he opened the door, you couldn’t help but gasp. The whole room was just so him. As you examine the room, you find all sorts of instruments- this makes you smile, he’s never lost his love for music. But the first thing that caught your eye as you walked in was a collection of photos on the wall, some from his childhood, some from teen years and some of him as a baby. 

“Jamie, these are adorable!” You pout as you turn to look at him, his face flushed red with embarrassment. “You were such a cute baby!” 

 “We would make cute babies,” he says with a smirk on his face, “don’t you think?” 

It was as if a switch was flipped in your brain as Jamie runs his hands down your side, pulling you closer to him by your hips. You felt your stomach toss and turn as his lips pressed against yours. You ran your fingers through his hair and he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. 

Jamie tugs on the hem of your top, signalling for you to take it off. Then you do the same to him, running your fingers across the buttons of his shirt. 

When you were both undressed, he pulls you towards the bed. You lie down first and then he follows, you spread your legs for him to lay between them as his lips meet yours again whilst he trails his left hand down your abdomen, his touch featherlight causing you to squirm against him. 

“We gotta keep quiet, okay? Can’t be waking my parents up, can we?” 

You shake your head, that’s the last thing you wanted after how well you got along with them today. 

Jamie’s kisses move down to your jaw, then your neck, whilst his fingers tease where you need him most. You let out almost silent whimpers as Jamie’s tongue came in contact with your chest, before he wraps his lips around one of your nipples and started suckling. Your breath hitches as his slips a finger into you at the same time. 

“This feel good?” He asks, smiling as he watched your face- you saw how hard you were trying to be quiet. 

“So good..” you mumble as he switches boobs, giving the same attention to your other nipple. 

“Look at me, love,” he says, “keep your eyes open, okay?”

He’d finally decided he’d stretched you enough with his fingers, now you were ready for his cock. He released his lips with a loud pop, then placed a kiss to your chest. 

You whine at the loss of contact, until you feel him lining up with your pussy, the tip of his dick teasing your clit before he starts pressing in to you. The sounds you made began to get louder, causing Jamie to slip his thumb into your mouth to shut you up. 

Once he was fully inside you, he picked up your legs and readjusted your position so your legs were wrapped around his waist, causing your ass to be lifted off the bed so he could slip a pillow underneath your hips. 

His thrusts began slow, he was taking his time and allowing you to adjust to his size. When he felt you easing up around him he knew he was safe to go harder, faster, deeper. His thumb found your clit, he began to rub careless circles on it as his other hand reached for your waist. Each time he thrusted into you, he pulled you closer to him. You could swear nobody’s ever gone this deep before, all the pleasure was building up, causing your brain to feel fuzzy and your stomach to feel tight. 

“Are you getting close, sweetheart?” He asks, you nod your head, too worried about the sounds that would come out if you were to open your mouth. “Me too, gonna fill you up. Give you my babies, is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you manage to whisper, “wanna feel it, feel it all inside me. Please, need to be full of your babies so bad.”

“Let go, darling. Cum around my cock and I’ll give you what you want, yeah?”

His words were enough for you to reach your high, and you came undone around him, clenching your walls as you tried catching your breath. This must have been a sight to see, as Jamie came inside you. The warmth filling your belly as he placed a delicate kiss on your shoulder. When he pulled out your body twitched slightly, and he moved the pillow from under your hips and sat up, his eyes glued to your pussy, which had already started to leak. 

“We can’t have any of it going to waste, can we?” He says as he uses his finger to push his come back into you, making you squirm form the overstimulation, “gonna have some beautiful babies.”

#jamie campbell bower smut #jamie bower smut #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower

[sparkles-and-trash]

oh shit, we're married, married - canon divergenxe au, fluff

Just as the war is coming to a head, Hawks and Dabi are at the peak of their romance.

It’s been a fast, wild, passionate ride, and they’ve loved every minute off it, and in a different life, they both know they’d be together for the rest of their lives.

But alas, this is war, and they both know they don’t have forever.

Which is why they decide to elope.

Might as well go out with a bang, right?

So they get some rings, beautiful, personal one on Hawks’ commission credit card, get dressed in all white (hah, ironic), and go to a courthouse.

Afterwards they have a private celebration that goes on all night and is both perfect and heartbreaking, just like they are.

The next morning they kiss goodbye for the last time, and go to fight in opposite sides of the war.

Except -

The war ends.

But their lives don’t.

Suddenly, there is a tomorrow.

And a day after that.

…and another after that.

And they, no longer Hawks and Dabi, but Keigo and Touya, are married.

For real.

So there they are, a little broken and bruised, but nothing that won’t heal with time, in Keigo’s huge apartment, no more commission, no more opposing sides, just them, and their marriage.

At first, they just kinda exist one day at a time, unsure, untethered, but moving forward.

They don’t even notice when their lives fall into a comfortable routine.

How could they?

Neither of them had any concept of what that meant, so they didn’t understand what was happening with them.

Keigo slowly starts doing some light hero work, behind the scenes mostly, and Eraserhead wants him to help out with a mentoring program for fresh heroes they’re working on.

Touya is slowly working on his relationship with his siblings, and to a certain point, his mother.

Tenko even mentioned something about a program All Might was working on to help former villains/outcasts find places where they could use their quirks for good, to help them find their place.

Life goes on, and they… are married.

Right after the war Keigo had been terrified that life outside war and chaos would kill their relationship.

After all, it was all they knew.

But it turns out, it’s not all they are.

They’re wild and passionate, yes, of course they are, but they’re so much more than that.

They’re early mornings when the first sunrays hits Touya’s fair skin, scars slowly starting to heal, Keigo’s warm eyes watching his husband slowly wake up from the warmth of the sun on his beautiful face.

They’re Touya’s patience wearing thing in the afternoons as he tries to teach his husband how to handle a kitchen for what feels like the millionth time.

No matter how much Touya huffs and rolls his eyes, he always eats every single bite of what Keigo puts in front of him when he’s done, and gives him a big kiss and tells him he’s getting better at it every day.

They’re the hard days, the days where Keigo gets restless and frustrated, when Touya listens for hours, runs his hands trough rustling wings, and tells him that all of his feelings are valid, and just how proud he is to be his husband.

They’re nervous, both of them, when Keigo officially meets the rest of Touya’s family.

They both blush like teens when Rei refers to Keigo as Touya’s husband.

But that’s what they are, in the end.

They’re husbands, they’re happily married, which neither of them never would have thought possible for themselves in the past, and they’re dealing with life.

One day at a time.

Together.

For the rest of their lives, until death does them apart.

Which, luckily, doesn’t happen for a very, very long time.

masterlist - ao3 - ko-fi - wishlist

#dabihawks #hotwings #dabi #hawks #hawks x dabi #keigo takami #touya todoroki #toukei #touya x keigo #keigo x touya #dabihawks fluff #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia

[chuuyrr]

I have a adorable request! Kid Mikey having a crush on teen reader. Like how kid Mikey "courts" teen reader, and waits for her after school maybe just to see her, walk with her or give her gifts, maybe a flower or chocolates. Not in a weird way ofcourse.

I remember a kid from 1st grade used to call me "ate ganda" when I was in 6th grade. He had a crushed on me for the rest of the school year until I graduated elementary. He used to visit me at my classroom just to see me and compliment me. It was so adorable 😭

kid! sano manjiro "courts" scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader

jujutsu kaisen x reader x tokyo revengers

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for tokyo revengers and jujutsu kaisen, major themes of fluff, no one died au because i've had enough of angst lately please-

╰➤ PAIRING(s): mikey x reader

hello, thank you so much for requesting and for being patient! also ancute naman nyarn nakakatuwa kwento niyo. ako naman napapagkamalan na nanay sa mall ng bata bhe 😭 bigla na lang may lalapit sa akin, yayakapin legs ko sabay sabi ng mama tas sasabihin ng guardian nila sa kanila, "hindi yan si mama mo! sorry po ate!" HAHAHA wala ayorn lang, enjoy reading ♡

before you read: for your reference, reader is in highschool, while mikey is in elementary. reader is not in love with kid! mikey. it's just a kid! mikey having a simple crush on reader!

kid! mikey having a crush is literally the cutest thing ever.

he was picking a fight against a small group of high schoolers together with kid! draken, when you saw them. ypu've always had a soft spot for children, almost motherly in some ways, so despite the fact that he could have handle it; just as the bigger kid your age was about to hurt the little blonde boy, you made a direct lunge, hurling your schoolbag right in their face, before shoving another so hard that he was nearly thrown flying. if only they knew you had imbued chaos magic in your hands, but that was your secret.

"oi, what gives?" the bully, together with his little gang, snapped his head towards you, only to see you stand in front of kid! mikey and kid! draken in a protective stance. "stay out of our fight, bitch!"

"you kiss your mother with that mouth?" you raised a brow. "watch your manners, kids. you don't want to see me angry." right on cue, a flicker of red had surrounded your [color] irises, glowing menacingly, and that alone was enough to scare the bullies away.

"goodness! children these days don't have any respect." you sighed, the red glow in your eyes fading as you turned to face mikey and draken, your friendly and smiling demeanor instantly returning as you picked up the schoolbag you'd thrown. "are you two okay? you two aren't hurt, are you?"

mikey was practically in awe, and so was draken, but mostly him. not only were you a badass, you were so pretty up this close too.

"w-we're o-okay.." draken's eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to his friend.

did he really just stammer? the mikey, who's always confident and revels in fighting, was reduced to a suddenly shy kid with a blush across his cheekbones; mikey's shinichiro was suddenly showing.

"thank goodness!"

no, you weren't just badass and beautiful, you were incredibly kind too. god, how can someone like you be this sweet? it was making mikey feel all shy. shouldn't it be the other way around? wasn't he supposed to be the one to protect you? mikey might be a kid, and you're way way older, but he knows martial arts! 

but eventually, that became the kickstart of mikey's infatuation with the high school girl that had saved him and his ken-chin. it was definitely a crush at first for him, and it was so obvious, yet he ironically seemed to be oblivious to it at the same time. shinichiro and emma couldn't help but notice how mikey started acting differently ever since that happened. 

"hey emma, do girls like flowers and chocolates?" mikey started asking emma questions as such. "or maybe dorayaki can do?"

mikey's friends, such as draken and baji, have noticed him constantly fixing his hair and staring at you in admiration whenever he sees you.

it didn't take long for big brother shinichiro and little sister emma to catch up on mikey. the same goes with the founding members of toman. in fact, they were all intrigued and amused to see mikey act in such a way. he clearly liked you. they'd tease him about it, but he'd shrug it off relatively quick. like, what's so embarrassing about that?

if he likes you, then he likes you. it was simple.

mikey's heart was incredibly happy when he found out that you go to the same school as him, because it means he can see you often :)

"oh, hello! i didn't know you go to this school too." you smiled at him. "what'cha doing here? are you waiting for your guardian?"

"not really, it's just that i haven't really introduced myself, nor got to thank you properly." mikey made a slight bow with his head before scratching the nape of his neck and shyly handing you a single stalk of a rose, wrapped in a thin patterned plastic. "my name's mikey, and uh, i got you this."

"aww, thank you, mikey! i'm [name]." you happily accepted his gift. mikey couldn't help but smile in awe when you smiled. seeing you this happy has since become his motivation.

what started as a simple thank you gift and greeting became a routine for you and mikey. he started waiting for you after school. it wasn't anything weird; he just liked seeing you and being with your company, and you didn't mind it. it made your after-school hours less lonely. often come home alone from school more frequently these days because gojo and megumi have become too busy with jujutsu stuff to pick you up.

most of the time, mikey would wait for you at the school gate and expect him to have a small gift on him to give you almost every single time. you felt a little guilty because he was always giving you something. apart from flowers, you received chocolates, dorayakis, and canned juices, but even if you declined, mikey would insist, so you're left without any choice but to accept.

you and mikey frequently talk about school, such as how your days were or if anything was bothering you two. the more you got to hang out with the kid, you eventually learned how he had a tiny gang named toman, so you were pretty much shocked and embarrassed when you found out he could actually fight. mikey assured you it was no biggie and that he wouldn't mind being saved by you though.

there are times when you don't come to school because jujutsu tech summons you to handle special grade jujutsu-related missions, and mikey gets a little pouty and sad because he doesn't get to see you. mikey has a keen eye, so he instantly notices when you arrive at school drained the next day after missing a day or so.

"are you okay, [name]-chan?" mikey would rush to your aid and ask you as soon as he saw you after school, seeing how you weren't your usual friendly and smiling self.

"do i need to beat someone up?"

"w-what?! i'm okay! just exhausted."

you found it hard to tell mikey why you had been exactly drained out every time you went absent from school. you just couldn't explain it to him, because it was bizarre. mikey would most likely think you were joking or exaggerating, but you eventually decided to tell him because you were out of excuses.

"scarlet witch? cursed spirits?" mikey furrowed his brows in confusion.

see, this is exactly what you feared when you told him about jujutsu sorcerers, cursed spirits, and your identity and powers as a witch.

"you don't have to believe me! it's crazy, i know!" you laughed it off, waving a hand dismissively.

"i believe you."

"what? really?"

mikey admired you even more after learning about you, and hearing you tell stories or rant was always genuinely interesting to him. he'd listen to you all day and never get tired of it, like ever at all.

don't even get me started on the moment you're going to show him your chaos magic. mikey is going to start asking you to do magic all the time. it could be pulling a dorayaki out of nowhere or making tree leaves sway and dance in the air, and it will always be a magical sight for him! he practically showers with compliments. "you're so cool!" "that was awesome!"

not only did you get an after-school company, but you also found someone who understands you and isn't afraid of your power. you were honestly afraid of scaring the poor blonde kid away, so you didn't expect him to like your chaos magic.

kid! mikey "courting" you genuinely made your heart incredibly happy.

#東京卍リベンジャーズ x reader #東京卍リベンジャーズ #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers drabble #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers hcs #sano manjiro x y/n #sano manjiro x you #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjiro #manjiro x y/n #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #mikey x reader #mikey x y/n #mikey x you #manjiro sano #sano mikey manjiro #tokyo rev x you #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev headcanons #tokyorev x yn #tokyorev x you #tokyo rev fluff

[liaromancewriter]

Hooked on a Feeling

Premise: Cassie and Ethan feel their babies kick for the first time.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 685

A/N: Submission for @choices-february2023 Day 9, "Maybe I'm Amazed"

The first time was like bubbles rising inside her. She’d been standing near the digital whiteboard, running differentials with the team. At first, she thought it was gas, but then her heart got that fluttery sensation. The shy kind of feeling she got whenever Ethan was near. It had been such from the first moment.

Cassie Valentine glanced toward the glass wall out of habit, expecting to see her husband. But the hallway was empty, and she wondered if her hormones were just out of whack. She shook her head to clear the disappointment and turned her focus back to the meeting.

Later, she was reviewing patient notes on her tablet for an afternoon consult when she felt it again. Butterflies in the pit of her stomach, like she was being tickled from the inside. It wasn’t painful, but it was…unnerving.

She paused, brows furrowed in consternation, and wondered if it was something she ate. And that’s when she realized it wasn’t indigestion. It was her unborn children saying hello.

Cassie dropped the tablet on the desk and leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes. Her hands automatically cradled her belly, and she rubbed gently. Tiny wings flapped as if acknowledging her presence, and she chuckled.

She knew she had a comical grin on her face, but she didn’t care. She was hooked on this beautiful and intoxicating feeling, enjoying a private party with her unborn twins.

When the glass door swooshed open, she didn’t bother looking up. The quickening of the beat of her heart, the scent of his cologne, gave away the identity of her visitor.

Her green eyes lazily drifted open when his shadow fell on her. A dreamy smile still hovered on her lips. Ethan quirked one eyebrow; just that one action spoke volumes about his concern for her.

There was no denying her hormones had been all over the place the last couple of months. Not the most patient of men under normal circumstances, the notoriously austere Dr. Ramsey had had to adjust to his wife’s yo-yo-ing emotions.

Cassie grabbed his dark tie and tugged his face down, her mouth closing over his, swallowing his protest at the abrupt movement. His lips softened against hers, and his hands framed her face as he deepened the kiss.

She broke away first, smirking when she caught the blush spreading across his cheeks. Ethan blushed easily for all his masculinity, especially when she kissed him at work. After all, he had a reputation to maintain as a demanding and not-easy-to-please chief of medicine.

But Cassie didn’t care. She had crashed through all his self-imposed principles from the start and always would.

When her heart somersaulted again, she remembered what she’d been doing before Ethan dropped by. Unsure he would feel anything, she took his hands and placed them on either side of her pregnant belly nevertheless.

Nothing happened for a few seconds. Ethan started to say something, but suddenly, the babies kicked upward. It was faint, barely there before it was gone, but he felt it. His eyes widened in shock, and his fingers instinctively dug into her skin, making her wince before he let go.

Ethan’s blue eyes snapped into hers, questioning, and she nodded, tears dampening the corners of her eyelashes. He pulled her out of the seat, changed places, and eased her onto his lap.

Cassie looped one arm around his neck and leaned her forehead against his. His fingers entwined with hers, and they placed their clasped hand on her belly. It sounded unlikely, but their babies must have felt them; first, one, then the other waved, a pulsating movement just below the surface.

A few minutes later, he bowed and whispered something to their unborn children. His voice was low, and Cassie couldn’t make out the words. The babies must have liked it, for they executed two swift kicks.

When the babies settled down after that, Ethan continued to rub her belly, the wonder still present in his eyes. They smiled at each other, and Cassie settled in to enjoy this private moment with her family.

Bonus

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🌷 fic friday;

last girlfriend

90s graham coxon x reader,, fluff!!!

This weekend had felt like a very big thing ever since Graham first asked me to join two weeks ago. We were house-sitting for his parents as they were away on holiday, watering the plants and looking after their cat. I had only just met his parents one time a month ago, having been together with Graham for three months. It was in the countryside, and the next house couldn’t be seen even if you stood on the top of the tall hill they had on the outskirts of the garden.

“I used to love these as a kid,” Graham chuckled and stuck the deep blue popsicle in his left cheek. He laid down with his head on the bunched up hoodie he had just rid his hot body of. In my mind I thanked god he had been stupid enough to think he would fit into his old clothes from his teens he had in his old room. His t-shirt was much too small, hugged his chest and shoulders and rode up his lower torso on a regular basis. It did now with the strong sun beaming on the pale skin of his lower stomach.

“Seriously, my tongue was blue all summer long, every summer.”

I snapped back from adoring his belly to our conversation and I laughed softly.

Freddie, the family cat, came wandering up silently and stroked his grey head against Graham’s leg, to which Graham responded by plopping him down on his stomach. I felt slightly jealous of the little cat who got to cuddle up on top of his torso in the sun and doze off.

There had been another growing feeling in me ever since we got here the day before. Being all alone with Graham in a house in the country made it absolutely unavoidable thinking about a potential future. Living in a house, looking after plants and pets. Maybe a kid. It was probably madness to already be thinking about that stuff, but I couldn’t help it.

I had zoned out for a moment and I noticed now Graham was glancing up at me from under his large palm which shielded his eyes from the sun.

“What are you thinking about?”

I smiled and exhaled softly.

“Nothing.”

“Oh, yeah!” he sat up, remembering something suddenly, and Freddie hopped off him, zooming around the corner of the house. “Come! I want to show you where I had my first kiss.”

He threw his finished popsicle on the grass and I laughed as he pulled me up off the ground, jogging with me across the garden to behind the hill where a young oak tree stood.

“Here,” he said sheepishly and pointed at the tree, beginning to laugh at himself.

“Actually,” I said and gathered his hands in mine, edging his back towards the tree trunk. “There is a certain aura about this spot. It does make you want to snog someone!”

Graham blushed slightly now as I trapped him between my body and the oak, our lips overlapping softly. My hands had instantly found that bit of space between his shirt and jeans, fingertips teasing under the hem of his underwear.

“I want to say something really silly.”

“Go on,” I giggled, feeling his grin against my lips.

“I just think it’s funny how I kissed my first girlfriend here.. Because I think I might be kissing my last girlfriend right now.”

I opened my eyes to find his screwed shut in embarrassment. My heart was beating everywhere in my body, loud and hard and quick, and I couldn’t keep from grinning.

“Yeah, that’s quite silly,” I whispered with a giggle and my hands came up to hold his face, kissing him again, both our cheeks red and hot.

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your good will: 36

quality alone time

a/n: well hello guys.... if anyone's still here that is... it's been more than a year. sorry, BUT!! i am back with this series. i'm moving away from my home country in november, so i wanna get on with this story until i move. that's not to say i'll stop writing when i'm there - no, no. but since mine and maggie's stories sorta go in parallel right now (minus the very hot bf), i figured it'd be easier to write these things. mainly, really, i write for one person - myself. sawrry, but it's true! this is my story, my fantasies, whatever yk. writing this story makes me feel less alone, and right now i feel more in love with steve than ever. so i hope you enjoy this chapter and a few new ones to come. it's so hard to write a happy healthy couple because i have no idea what it's like, i don't know if this is even right and isn't too cringey. but i also know i'd be the best girlfriend ever i want steve as my bf. I will not accept anything else. have you seen the gifs of steve & jonathan the writers have posted on twitter? kinda losing my mind laughing at them. also happy spooky season! and happy reading, as always :)

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characters in this chapter: steve harrington, maggie byers (oc), robin buckley, the party

warnings: fluff, smut, p in v (they're not animals, tho, but keep in mind that young adults and teens tend to have crazier hormones than the regular person)

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“Awh, it's our song,” Steve says, getting up off the couch and pulling Maggie up with him, “dance with me.” He tells her in a whisper, and Maggie blushes, and knows she has no choice but to find her feet on the living room make-shift dance floor, agreeing to his plea. Steve holding her hands, looking into her eyes, Maggie blushes even more and lets a smile crawl onto her features. She looks at the screen of his TV. The intro of Speedwagon's “Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore” plays strongly from the speakers, and Maggie looks up at Steve.

Suddenly she realizes that Steve's making them dance alone together in front of Robin and the kids, an audience, and she feels very self-conscious. She moves closer to him, melting into his hold of arms around her and body reaching close. Just like that, Steve makes Maggie feel like they're the only two people in the world. With their song. 

“I can't fight this feeling any longer,” Steve sings along to it in Maggie's ear, “and yet I'm still afraid to let it flow,” Maggie smiles warmly into his chest, her forehead resting against him, “what started out as friendship has grown stronger,” Steve lifts Maggie's chin so she'd look up at him, and she giggles at Steve's raised eyebrows and amused looks on his face. Well, she couldn't really count it as friendship - what their relationship started out on - it could be called ‘acquaintances in dangerous situations who decided to hang out just before christmas but it was clear from the first hang out that between them was already more than friendship’, and that's part of the reason she finds this all amusing. Her patching his beat-up face up was what kicked the whole thing off, really, “I only wish I had the strength to let it show.” Steve caresses her cheek and kisses it after. 

Through their song, Steve hugs Maggie close and sways them like two penguins in a slow dance between the TV and the guys lounging on the couch. The cute little predicament reminds her of the day “Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore” became her and Steve's song. He played it when he asked her to be his girlfriend. January 23rd. Cold, snowy night in Hawkins. He sang along to every line, because he meant every line, and no song ever before had put his feelings into words quite as clearly as that one. He told her he figured he's not always that good with words, so when someone's written them before he could think them, it's a good choice to go with to tell her how he feels. 

Maggie remembers how she said yes, and how special it made her feel to be asked to be his girlfriend, much less anybody's girlfriend at all. No boy had really come into her life ever before, and to have this kind of connection with someone made her over-the-moon ecstatic. If she'd had any proper friends then, besides her mom and two brothers, she'd tell all of them. If she was in the school paper, that would be top news. The question made her so happy she could have screamed it so loud that astronauts in space could have heard her.

The words are so special to both of them, and hit close to heart each time they hear them. It's uncanny how true to their relationship and its context the lyrics are. 

“My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you

I've been running 'round in circles in my mind

And it always seems that I'm following you, girl

'Cause you take me to the places

That alone I'd never find

And even as I wander

I'm keeping you in sight

You're a candle in the window

On a cold, dark winter's night.”

Maggie presses her forehead to Steve's, and both of them smile. They're still in their own world until the Party breaks the invisible seal and reminds them of their surroundings. “Look at them,” comes Robin's voice quietly, with a snicker at the end. The kids smile.

“Our baby-sitter parents are so cute,” Dustin joins in, and everyone has a laugh. Steve and Maggie crack into chuckles, too, and Maggie turns in Steve's arms to face the group, “you guys actually remind me of Suzie and me.” The young boy says, waving an index finger in the air. The Party break into exclamations of “no way!” and laughter. Even Steve laughs, his hair tickling Maggie's shoulder as his head hangs low, and Maggie just keeps smiling.

“Yeah, right,” Lucas laughs it off. 

“No, it's true. The two of us are so much like these guys,” Dustin argues, “and now you all know that she is real, you can stop doubting it.”

“How could we forget?” Max asks. “Turn around… look at what you see-eee-eeee!” She starts to sing and the rest of the kids join her, laughing. Robin gets up from the couch and wrings Maggie out of Steve's grasp. 

“I'll steal your girlfriend for just a bit, Steve,” she tells the older boy, who starts to frown, “we've got a party to plan.” Oh, right, Maggie had almost forgot. Steve's birthday party. The boy in question nods and runs a hand through his hair.

“Oooh, can we come?” Dustin asks, disrupting the Party's horribly off-key rendition of Never-Ending Story, directing all their attention to the older guys. 

Steve points a finger at Dustin and, accidentally in unison with Maggie and Robin, tells him a stern “No. Not happening.” The girls giggle and walk from the lounge inside the kitchen, out of sight and hearing of the chaos that is about to pursue, called “Steve lists off good reasons for young kids to not come to his birthday party”.

“I'm so excited, look–I even got a notebook just for this!” Robin muses, pulling the mentioned notebook with a red cover out of her bag that's laying near-by. She slams it on the kitchen island and Maggie reads the words written on the front in permanent marker: “STEVE'S BIRTHDAY BASH”.

“Haha, that's great,” she tells Robin, “you're just a little more prepared than I am.” She admits and sighs, looking on dreamily as Robin opens the notebook. She notices Maggie's voice fading after saying that, and guesses that it must be because of everything that's happened, how it's still overwhelming her. 

“Don't worry, we're a team at organizing this party,” Robin reminds her and nudges Maggie's shoulder with her own playfully, making the other girl smile, “so, guest list–who do we want there?” She asks and clicks a pen to write names down. 

“Uh…” Maggie taps the kitchen island surface, thinking hard, “oh, the the basketball team. And swim team.” She says, and noticing that Robin isn't writing any names down, she takes the notebook and pen from her and begins writing the boys' names down. “It's okay, I know their names.” She assures Robin, and she nods. 

“How big do you want this party to be, exactly?” She asks Maggie, and she shrugs.

“Um… well, I don't know. You said you had the idea to invite everyone, just for the fun of it. Would be cool if a lot of people would show up, actually,” she answers, “maybe I shouldn't even make a guest list and we should just… put flyers up everywhere - whoever wants to come, can come.” Maggie suggests.

“Yeah, but that could include people we wouldn't exactly want to show up,” Robin reminds her, and, catching her eye, Maggie realizes who she means.

“Tommy and Carol,” she says with a nod. But then Robin shrugs.

“But what if they do come? So what,” she says, “Steve won't care as long as he has, uh, you there.” Robin scratches out the names of football players Maggie managed to write down and just writes “EVERYONE” on the list.

“Really?” Maggie asks, looking up at Robin, and she nods surely. 

“Really, I promise,” she says, “seriously, you light up not just the room when he sees you, but the whole world. I haven't known him that well, but when you guys started dating, it's like nothing else was important to him, nothing else made him as happy as you. Just seeing you in school or whatever.” Robin says matter-of-factly, casually, like it's no big deal. “Even if some of more my crowd comes, he won't mind. Maybe he'll freak out for half a minute, but after that he'll just forget. Won't care at all.” Robin shrugs and smiles at Maggie. She flips to a page where the words “FOOD & DRINKS” are written at the very top. Maggie rests her chin in her hand and sighs quietly. 

She knew she had some sort of effect on Steve, like how he totally forgot about Tommy and Carol being at the skating rink because he was having a date there with Maggie, or how he actually learned to like properly studying in the last months of school, also because of her, and how he's generally become a less grumpy person to everyone, seeing how Maggie does it so easily. 

Maggie wouldn't really be the person to notice this, because she never really knew Steve's communication with girls prior to her, but last fall, Steve was becoming closer with Dustin and giving him advice on girls… “Just act like you don't care.” “Even if you do?” “Even if you do. Drives them nuts.” Which, frankly, isn't the best advice, because girls like to be shown that they're important to someone, anyone. Maggie made Steve realize that. Because of Maggie, Steve learned how to get a girl's attention and how to talk to one without that technique. He learned how to let himself be involved with someone without holding anything back. You care, you show it, you're interested in someone, you show them, you act on it. You don't like something, you say it, you talk it out. Maggie made Steve drop the stereotypical behavior that made him so cool and popular in that regular high school of theirs, and it made him kind of a dick to girls. 

What stopped him being a dick to girls was the whole ordeal with Nancy those two years ago. That also made him lose his hardly-any-kind-of friends - Tommy and Carol, because their true colors came out and Steve realized he's not like those kind of people at all, and doesn't want to be. He changed for the better - many things caused it, but Maggie, he and Robin would assume, most of all changed him. To be loved is to be changed, right? Maggie would never assume she'd have any effect on anyone or their lives, she's just… good old Maggie. Other people noticing her effect on Steve just makes it all the more real, therefore a little more unbelievable. Is she like actually making his life better, and has made him better? He's told her that in many ways multiple times, and has expressed his gratitude in lots of ways, too. Yet it still doesn't really stick in her stubborn mind. 

“Alright, would he want a cake? Or no cake?” Robin asks, diverting Maggie's thoughts, breaking her out of the thought essay she's began to write in her wandering mind. 

“Um, I could make one. We could do decorations together.” She answers, then looks up at Maggie. “Or make the whole cake together, if you want.”

“I'm kind of a kitchen hazard, but thanks for asking,” Robin nervously replies, “okay, cake,” she writes the word down, “what about other foods?”

“You can just be in the kitchen while I make it,” Maggie suggests, “I'd appreciate the company.”

“Oh,” Robin says quietly, “uhh, yeah, of course, no worries.” Robin's not really used to being invited to things, or included in them. She does have some friends, but they all have other friends, who are always the first option, not Robin. This is a nice offer. “Wh-when do you wanna make it?”

“I think Friday, a day before his birthday. Leave it in the fridge over night and it's gonna be fresh as ever on the day of,” Maggie says, “other snacks… well, I don't know. I don't really have that much money, so we could ask people to bring baskets or something.”

“Couldn't you ask Steve for money?” Robin butts in, and Maggie looks at her with slightly confused eyes. They're like Bambi eyes to Robin. “Oh, crap, was that the wrong thing to ask? Was that really rude of me just now?” Robin grows nervous. She's not the best at social etiquette.

Maggie knows that about Robin, but she wouldn't wanna make her feel awkward. “Not really, no,” she answers, “you're really practical in these things, Rob, and that's not a bad thing.” Maggie sighs. “I know Steve has a lot of money - well, mostly his parents do. My family doesn't, and… I just don't like asking for money. Especially from him, and since it's for his birthday party.”

“Well, I promise you he's ready to do anything for you,” Robin says, “but sorry, I shouldn't have asked and made this all… awkward.” She chuckles dryly, trying to ease the tension. Maggie puts her hand over Robin's, making the girl look at her. Maggie has a comforting smile on her face.

“You didn't,” she assures, “and you're forgiven, if that helps.” She tells Robin and pats her hand before withdrawing it. Robin feels so… comforted suddenly in her presence, but also all the more nervous. They're the same age, and Maggie's shorter than her, but most times Robin feels intimidated by her for no apparent reason. Intimidated in a good way, though, if that can even happen. 

“Wow, you really are the angel Steve believes you are,” Robin blurts out, making them both laugh. Maggie just can't believe these compliments about herself, “okay, so we'll include 'bring your own basket and booze' in the flyers. What else? What time does the party start?”

“Hmm, I'd say… five? Six?”

“In the morning?” Robin jokes.

“Yeah, morning exercises for every teenager in town,” Maggie continues the joke, making them both laugh again. They go back and forth with jokes while planning out the party, even adding a schedule, because, although Steve keeps telling Maggie how he hates to be on display, the center of attention, and likes things be done privately, she knows he'll appreciate the surprise she's planned for him. Gifting him his special mixtape–a Byers signature gift–and making a toast to him in front of everyone in the middle of the party, around nine pm. The girls figure that will be the perfect time for a toast, and also an opportunity for other people to say what they want to Steve, though Maggie hopes no one takes it as a chance to embarrass Steve or play some nasty prank. She always wants everything to be on time, in harmony and perfect on someone’s special day.

“A mixtape. That’s such a cute gift,” Robin compliments Maggie’s idea, “anything else special planned?” Robin asks after Maggie whispers a quiet ‘thanks’, and now the shorter girl gently butts an elbow into Robin’s side at the question.

“Wouldn’t you love to know…” she jokes along, “okay, I think we’ve just about planned everything. We’re gonna need to get precious stuff that’s lying around the house up to Steve’s parents’ bedroom, and lock the room, just in case.”

“What about his room?” Robin asks, writing down ‘hide precious stuff in locked bedroom’ in her notebook.

Maggie shrugs. “He doesn’t mind if people go in there,” she states, “we could tell people to put gifts there–if they have a gift for Steve, that is.” She’s not very hopeful that more than three people will bring a gift. Most guests will just come and use the opportunity to drink themselves full. “Okay, what else…”

“Any rules for smoking or going in the pool?” Robin suggests.

“Eh, no,” Maggie answers, “smoke everywhere, swim–whatever. Maybe a no peeing sign for the pool.”

“Ooh, I can make that,” Robin says and writes it down in the to-do list as well, “any theme or dress code?” 

Maggie shakes her head. “Nah,” she says, “people take that seriously only on Halloween.” She admits with an airy chuckle. “I think that’s it, huh? I’m kinda excited. Big high school summer party. Well, if a lot of people come, that is.” 

“They will. I mean, you and I both know how popular Steve was in school,” Robin reminds her, “but most people will just come to drink, as you said.” 

“Did you go to that Halloween party last year? I can’t remember whose it was, but that was an insane one,” Maggie tells her, but Robin shakes her head. 

“I wasn’t invited,” she shrugs off.

“Me neither,” Maggie admits, “Jonathan kinda took me as his plus one, but I didn’t stick around for long. Such chaos.”

“Oh, wait, was that the party where Jonathan took Nancy home because she’d had too much to drink?” Robin recalls hearing something about it, and Maggie nods just as Steve comes into the kitchen. She hopes Robin won’t pull on the thread she’s whisked out. Wide eye glances exchanged, Steve feels a strange air in the room.

“How’s it going with the planning?” He asks. 

“We’re just about finished,” Maggie answers, peeling herself off the kitchen island and heading to the fridge for a cold drink. Robin reminding her of the faithful Halloween party kinda threw her mood off-course.

“Great, cause the Beach Boys are about to get on stage,” Steve says. 

“Ooh, my mom loves them,” Robin muses, “I’ll leave my notebook here, Steve, don’t you open it!” She tells him before walking back to the lounge. Maggie closes the fridge with a cold Coca-Cola in hand and sees Steve reading the title of the notebook. He chuckles. 

“I won’t read it, don’t worry,” he assures his girlfriend, “I like surprises like this. Whatever you two have planned will be great.” Steve looks at Maggie and gives her a sweet smile. She returns one and comes closer to him, leaning into his embrace. They sway quietly and slowly to no particular rhythm in the empty kitchen. 

“Is everyone having fun in there?” Maggie asks, the back of her head resting on Steve’s chest. 

“Without a doubt,” he answers, “had to do some real convincing so Dustin or anyone else wouldn’t dare come to our party.” Maggie laughs at that. Those are a few head-strong kids in Steve’s lounge.

“I hope at least ten people comes to the party,” Maggie quietly wishes, “we went with the idea to just invite everyone. Robin said you wouldn’t mind.”

“Sure I won’t,” Steve assures, “Robin hasn’t really been to a party like this before, it will be fun for her. As long as you both are there, I don’t care who comes.” Maggie blushes and stands on her tiptoes to kiss Steve’s cheek. “You’re my best friends, you know.” 

“Awh,” she says, snaking one of her hands up to the back of his head, scratching gently at his roots. Steve's eyes drop closed and he hums in what's lightly put as agreement to the motion, and Maggie smiles wider.

“How I love your hands in my hair,” he says in half-a-whisper. 

“I know,” Maggie reminds him, “you'll get more later, when we're alone,” she makes sure to press her body into his more, knowing the effect that will have on him. Steve's grip on their intertwined hands around her waist tightens and he answers to her melted body against his with a push forward, gently pushing them both into the kitchen island, “I can't wait.” Maggie sighs, and presses a kiss to Steve's neck. She keeps at least one eye open for the entrance of the kitchen, in case anyone comes barging in.

“What if we…” Steve starts to say, one hand of his trailing down to Maggie's thigh, “skip ahead a little?” He suggests all while trying not to turn his words into moans with Maggie's hand raking his roots. Maggie smiles, turns around in his arms, pressing her back into the island, and pulls Steve closer, both hands in his hair, and a leg hiked over his hip. Steve's lips are immediately on hers, any caution towards the others in the house thrown to the side.

“We practically have… a full house,” Maggie reminds him between kisses and heaved breaths. Steve's hand slips under her shirt, raising goosebumps along her waist as it discovers the skin there for the hundredth time in their lives. Maggie is nearly fully laid on the kitchen island now, their bodies moving against each other border-line hungrily.

“I could ask them to leave,” Steve comes up with a solution, and Maggie just quietly laughs at the idea. She lays a fleeting kiss on his lips before squirming out from beneath him, regaining her breath, “uh, hello?” Steve exclaims in confusion, running a hand through his hair and looking at his girlfriend with wide eyes. His hair looks wild as Maggie admires his overall disheveled character, sipping on her cold Cola with a grin threatening to break into chuckles. These exact words from him remind her of the time when it was them both against the Party in Maggie's kitchen, when they had the bright idea to leave the house and distract the demo-dogs. 

“Tempting, but… no,” Maggie tells him teasingly, still holding back from laughing out loud. Teasing her boyfriend is more fun than she expected. Before Steve can argue back or do anything to still hold her back, Maggie flees the kitchen, well on her way to the lounge. Now Steve's all hot and bothered and has a house full of guests. He shakes his head with a subtle smile on his lips, realizing what she's getting at. He's not sure she's done this before, Maggie's always been shy and private about these things. Oh, he'll get her back, later. 

Steve returns to the lounge just as Beach Boys are finishing their first song, and he brings with him a Coca-Cola for everyone. “Here you guys are,” Steve hands everyone their drinks and receives many thanks, and then returns to the spot next to Maggie with a sigh. She smiles at him, tilting her head up at him, and Steve smiles back. He puts his arm around her and shifts his attention to the TV while Maggie gets comfortable in his hold. 

They all laze around the lounge, singing and dancing to the songs playing, until the sun starts to set. Dustin and Steve have their fun to Queen's performance televised from London, Will and Robin have a great time during the Thompson Twins show, Max and El rave out to Madonna, and over-all the Party have a great time together with the baby-sitters to the largest pop music charity gig there ever could be. When the kids get to leaving, because they fell asleep just now at Phil Collins' set, Robin says they're about to miss the most fun.

“Duran Duran are about to get on,” she protests, standing in front of the TV, between the kids at the doorway and Maggie and Steve on the couch. 

“Nah, it's okay, we'll watch at home,” Mike says with a dismissing hand gesture, “my house is closest, so we'll go there.” He looks around his friends, and they all nod. Maggie notices Will smiling, and seeming as close to his friends as he always was, before the whole misunderstanding this summer.

“Yeah, we better leave the babysitter parents alone,” Dustin tells Robin in less than a quiet whisper than he'd intended to. Maggie and Steve act like they know nothing about it as Robin looks them over. Ugh, she missed a cue again. And somehow Dustin always seem to know everything, pick up on little hints and quirks. Steve's thankful for that, because this is less awkward than asking everyone to leave at some point would be. But the kids made that decision themselves, thankfully. 

“Oh, well, I'll split with you guys, then,” Robin decides with a shrug of her shoulders, and Dustin smiles, nodding, “Maggie, I'll see you next week.” She salutes her, and Maggie does the same.

“Yeah, I'll call you,” she confirms, “thanks for coming, you guys.” Maggie tells all the kids, and they mumble each their own thing in response, including a string of 'byes' as they leave the room. Maggie and Steve wave at Robin and the group as Robin follows the group out. 

“Bye, get home safe!” Steve calls after them, their laughter fades out across the house. And then they shut the door behind them, all that's left in the house is the noise from the TV. “Well, hello, teaser,” Steve greets Maggie in a low voice and attacks her with tickles to her sides and kisses to her neck. She immediately explodes with laughter, tries to squirm away, but has no choice. She squeals and yelps, swatting Steve with her hands until he lets up and just smiles at her, laying now below him on the sofa, “you didn't tease me in the kitchen, right? That was someone else.” Steve jokes as Maggie regains her breathing, but she can't, because this makes her laugh even more.

She locks her legs around Steve's waist, pulls him lower down to her, “No, that wasn't me,” she says and takes Steve's face in both hands, “I was just getting a Cola,” she says in a played-up innocent voice, “why, did I get you all high and dry?” Maggie teases and slips her hand into Steve's shorts. He raises his eyebrows at her, noting once again her sudden boldness in these matters.

“You could say that,” he breathes and waits for Maggie's next step. She doesn't do much, just teases him some more with her hand ghosting over his growing erection, a grin spreading her lips. She knows what she's doing. But she stops, her hand traveling up to his happy trail, a finger just tracing it upwards. Seeing the defeated look on Steve's face, she bursts into giggles, as if he'd started tickling her again, “you are a tease.” Steve says with a shake of his head. Maggie shrugs and keeps one hand at the bottom of Steve's chest and the other on his cheek, caressing it softly.

“Do you like it?” She quietly asks and Steve nods, though not completely sure. 

“Yeah, I did,” he finally tells her and kisses her lips slowly, feather-like, “my sweet girl,” Steve nicknames her quietly in her ear, laying a kiss right next to it, making Maggie's heart flutter just like it did when they first started to go out together. She smiles and gently holds the hand that Steve cradles the side of her porcelain face with. She loves it when he touches her face, and is so glad he picked up on it at one point in time by himself, because she is too shy to ever say it out loud.

Steve has a similar thing, he'd be lying if he said her holding his cheek didn't turn him into complete putty, putting him at her total mercy, succumbing to her completely. Of course, he's always at her mercy. He's just glad to finally be alone with her–kids always getting in the way. Now it's quite the perfect setting - love songs playing in the background from the still-going concert, they're alone in the house, how much more perfect could it be? 

Steve nips and kisses at her neck, ever so sensitive, as his and Maggie's bodies are already moving in tandem against each other. Their legs tangled together, heating each other up more and more with every second, this Indiana heat wave has nothing on them working each other up. Maggie nearly feels like she can't breathe, like she forgot how to. 

She pushes Steve's hair away from his face, bringing him down to her kissed-a-million-times lips, and that seems to have helped the shortage of air thing. “Steve,” Maggie sighs his name so heavenly to him, making both of them have deja-vu. She hikes her dress up higher, so it's be easier for Steve a few moments later.

“Baby,” he mewls back, hands now roaming all over Maggie, touching every spot of her like live wires, “y'make me feel like we're in my car again, and it's cold outside.” Steve confesses, and Maggie chuckles, because that's what she was thinking, too. Their first proper make-out in his car. It was winter. “Only your hands aren't cold.” Steve smiles and kisses her jaw again. Maggie's smile stretches wider.

“And we have nowhere to be, and no curfew,” she adds on, and chuckles at Steve for making a half-moan at those reminders. She'd think no curfew turns him on. Steve pulls away from her for just a moment to take his shirt off, throwing it somewhere behind the couch, but returns to her just as quickly and gives kisses to the inside of her hands, gives kisses all over them.

“God, I love these hands,” he tells Maggie, and she catches his eyes just for a split second, a bit of a crazy look in them. She knows he gets that way when he's really riled up, “and I love this face,” Steve says with pursed lips, grabbing both sides of Maggie's face and kissing all over it, too. She tries to laugh, because it sort of tickles and Steve's sudden madness is amusing, but she's nearly suffocated by him, so her laughter comes out muffled, “and I love this girl.” He kisses Maggie's lips and looks right at her to see the beautiful expression of her smiling now, too. He's sure there is no sight more beautiful than Maggie Byers smiling.

“Bet you love being inside me more,” Maggie bites back at him, pulling him down to her again, now right between her legs, her pulsating crotch on his very much hard one. This boldness that keeps showing up in Maggie puts Steve back a moment, he looks at her in played-up disbelief with his lips parted, though a devilish grin is growing on them. She just shakes her head, Steve looking at her making her feel embarrassed, “come on, just get in there.” A deep blush growing on her cheeks.

“My, my, my,” Steve says in-between pants while adjusting his underwear and then Maggie's, complying to her straight-forward request right away–you don't need to tell him twice. When he enters her, the laughter leaves the room for just a little while, quiet noises of adjustment and the start of pleasure filling in for the moment, “you're so right, Maggie,” Steve heaves in her ear, his hand interlinking with hers as he starts to move at the slow pace he knows Maggie likes. He loves being inside her, it's just indescribable, unrepeatable. Maggie bites her lip, hardy able to concentrate on whatever Steve is saying or wants to say when she's looking up at him. His hair has fallen out of the place Maggie tucked it into just moments ago, golden-brown streaks of hair with blonde highlights here and there falling over his forehead. Steve's eyes are the usual beautiful brown that they are, eyebrows knit together in intense concentration, his cheeks pink over the summer tan, his lips parted. His other arm is strained over Maggie, gripping the armrest, his famous thin, gold chain swaying above her. He is just so breath-taking that she can't look away, neither can she think of or concentrate on anything else, “you bold, bold girl.” Steve says with a faint grin on his lips. 

Maggie chuckles, shakes her head, almost tries to hide from him behind the one hand covering her face. But Steve moves that hand away with the knot of their intertwined hands, uncovering her blushing, plump cheeks and beautiful, thoughtful eyes, even if they are filled with shyness. They look into each other's eyes, watch as their lips part with their heavy breaths and moans that fuel their desire for one another. Steve's the first one to crack - literally cracking up with giggles out of nowhere - his head now resting on Maggie's chest. She starts giggling, too, Steve being just that infectious, and they soon become an intertwined mess of laughs, moans and panting. Neither of them would wish it any other way.

“I love you so much,” Steve says out of breath right when he knows he's not far from that push off the edge. And he recognizes Maggie's body language so well that he knows she's not far, either, “my pretty girl,” Steve muses, “I know you're close.”

“Yeah, Stevie,” Maggie confirms in her own heave of breath, “you feel so good inside me,” she confesses to him, and Steve moans. He loves praise just as much as she does. Steve runs his free hand up the inside of Maggie's thigh, lifting it higher and wider up, therefore reaching a deeper spot inside her with his length. It makes the girl whine, her back coming off the couch, “ah, just like that.” She praises to him. “C-Can you go faster?” She requests, though shy in doing so, because she's known to like taking things slow.

It surprises Steve, but he nods. “Yeah,” he heaves, “yeah, of course.” He rests both forearms by Maggie's head, knowing it will be easier this way, and quickens his pace inside her. Maggie holds onto Steve's frame with the hand that's not intertwined with his, and adjusts to the new change. Both their breathing weighs heavier, their bodies hot against each other, intertwined, eye contact stronger than the poor couch they’re driving out of its place. “Like that, baby?” Steve checks in, and only gets the best answer ever - a high-pitched moan from Maggie he’s not sure he’s head before. 

“Yeah,” Maggie whines, her head falling back as he continues to thrust into her. God, it feels like heaven. She wouldn’t have expected herself to like this fast, but something was missing and this was it. Steve’s hitting all the right spots inside her, grazing her walls in such a torturingly pleasure-filled way, nearly making her see stars. Feels like he’s killing her, but in the best way on earth, “Steve…”

“Baby,” Steve responds in the same tone of desperation, eroticism, pleasure, “gonna make you come, baby girl,” he promises her. Baby girl is new in nicknames, Maggie discovers, though barely conscious, but oh, how she loves it. She whimpers and clings to Steve as she feels herself finally reach that point, that sacred point she’s been teasing Steve and herself to come to for almost a whole day, “thaaaaat’s it, fuck…”

Steve stills inside her, reaching his orgasm in time with hers, filling her walls up with ribbons of his come, a quiet whisper of her name as his mantra. He rest his head on her chest, feels her hand tracing from his shoulder up to his hair, and hears Maggie not being able to say anything other than his name as she goes through and comes down her own release, just whispering it a barely audible volume. Her breaths come in long, heavy exhales, and she lays done under Steve, drifting back into reality. He moans at the heavily feeling of her fluid milking his length, warm, welcoming, familiar. 

“You're incredible,” he praises in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm, “that was amazing,” Steve says in a heave of breath and looks up at Maggie, those big, beautiful brown eyes staring at her through his fallen strands of thick hair. Maggie runs her hand through them to see his face, and she smiles, nodding. 

“Yeah, that really was�� somethin’,” she tells him as he gently pulls out of her, making her mutter a whimper at the end of her sentence. He sits up before her, bare chest with chest hair and his happy trail in all their glory just for Maggie to see, and she bites her lip as she takes him in. Never fails to make her swoon - seeing her boyfriend bare-chested. Steve sends her a wink and slaps his underwear back on, taking care of hers right after, sliding it back up her pretty legs. 

He pulls her up with him so Maggie can sit in his lap, his back pressing into the couch, Maggie getting comfortable on top, and they embrace each other. Their breathing is still somewhat heavy, irregular at least. Maggie locks her hands at the back of Steve’s neck and pulls back a little, just to take another look at him. Hair wild, cheeks tinted pink, lips parted, eyes staring back at hers. She smiles sweetly at him.

“Baby girl, huh?” She asks, and Steve smile cheekily, a chuckle bursting through him, humming throughout Maggie. “I loved it when you called me that,” she admits, and Steve raises his eyebrows.

“I could feel that, yeah,” he says and pulls her back close to him by her waist, “really did the trick for you, baby girl.” Steve teases, bumping his nose with Maggie’s, it makes her giggle. He can feel the immediate effect that the nickname has on her in her body language, in how she breathes, how her hips still a little, yet yearn for closer touch, how her cheeks tint a raspberry color.  

She kisses him on the lips heavily, finger pads once again going into the roots of his hair. “Stop, you’ll get me hot and heavy again,” Maggie warns him with a slight grin on her face. Steve smiles wide. 

“What if I do…” he inquires, though rhetorically in part, looking at her in their closeness. His hands roam the skin under her shirt, still hot to the touch from their shenanigans.

“Well, then I’ll touch your hair again just how you like it,” she answers the question, “and we’d be at it all night.” Steve raises his eyebrows.

“I wouldn’t be complaining,” he tells her, and makes her laugh again. Maggie shakes her head as she laughs and moves around so she’d be laying back-first in her boyfriend’s hold, now both of them facing the TV, “wow, it’s still going.” He says, seeing the broadcasted stage and audience on the screen. 

“Yeah, it’s not even that late yet,” Maggie reminds him.

“With you time works differently for me,” Steve admits to her and lays a kiss on her neck. Maggie smiles. How lucky she truly is.

“I love you,” she hums to him, momentarily looking up at him, and sees him almost upside down, which makes her giggle.

“And I love you,” Steve responds, hand caressing Maggie's cheek, “my beautiful girl.” She tucks her head into his neck, bends her legs in his lap, gets comfortable in his hold altogether. “Wanna watch a movie after this?” 

“Yeah, that'd be fun,” she says, and suddenly it dawns on her. They spent most winter and spring evenings watching movies at Steve's house together, both got to pick the movies, after study sessions or even right after school. She's not gonna have that anymore when she moves away. She won't get a call from him asking her to come over, she won't be able to come over. 

It dawns on Maggie how much she'll miss those nights. How much she'll miss Steve. She hugs herself all the more closer to him because of it, suddenly feeling very emotional, like she could either burst into a fit of hysterical laughter or start crying at any trigger either way. She tries to smile, but a sad expression paints across her face. And she can't shake this small epiphany.

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Title: with a sea view

Author: stayawake

Artist: Mortea

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean/others (past/flirting), Cas/others (past), John/Mary (past), John/Kate (past), John/others

Length: 30000

Warnings: Mentions of past drug addiction

Tags: John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Pen Pals, Road Trip, Alternate Universe - 1990s, Two Person Love Triangle (Briefly), Lonely Dean Winchester

Posting Date: October 3, 2022

Summary: Set in 1997, Dean is the son of world famous rock star, John Winchester. After a few run-ins with the law, Dean's probation officer forces him to join a pen pal program. His pen pal, Jimmy, is eccentric, weird as hell, and recovering from a drug problem. He also quickly becomes Dean’s best friend. Even though they’ve never met, their email exchanges are one of the few lifelines Dean clings to during the last leg of his dad’s world tour.

Excerpt: Despite the overwhelming number of tourists and the fact that he had to pay an admission fee (he had to pay money to look at nature, seriously?), Dean really likes the Grand Canyon. In fact, he’d call himself a fan. It reminds him of the open road. Miles and miles of the same thing, seemingly going on forever. Fucking gorgeous. Fucking terrifying. If he was gonna end it all, he thinks flinging himself off the side of the cliff might be the way to go. He takes a few pictures and then wastes a couple attempts at getting a photo of himself before some elderly couple offers to take his picture. “You’ll look awfully handsome once this develops,” the woman says as she hands the camera back. “Thank you,” Dean says, blushing slightly. “Would you like me to take a picture of you two?” Dean asks, gesturing to the camera hanging from around her husband’s neck. “Please,” the man says, handing his camera over. Dean snaps a few pictures, including one of the couple kissing. It’s unbearably sweet and Dean’s suddenly hit with the overwhelming yearning to have someone to share this with. Sure, he enjoyed the three-and-a-half-hour solo drive and likes getting to play the music he wants and not having to compromise on road trip snacks. But he also thinks it might be nice to have his hand on someone’s thigh the whole drive, or someone to play the license plate game with, or someone to kiss in front of the Grand Canyon like the world carved out the space just for them. Dean stops in the gift shop and buys two postcards. One for Sam and one for Jimmy. He sits on the hood of Baby with a pen he found in the glove department and doodles in the corner of the card that he already designated as Sam’s. Sammy, Bet you’re jealous I’m hitting national parks without you. Don’t worry, I’m dragging your ass out here the second I can. I wouldn’t mind seeing this shit a second time around. Maybe next time you can force me to read a pamphlet or two. Study hard and stay off the drugs. Dean He switches over to Jimmy’s postcard. Jimmy, This old lady told me I was handsome and that I reminded her of her husband when they first got married. You think I could hit that? Never been one for cougars, but all the self-help books tell you to try something new every day. Study hard and stay off the drugs. Michael He takes a picture of Baby just because, and then hops back in the car and heads back to Phoenix.

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