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findmeinforks · 8 months

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The Incident - Paul Lahote x Fem!Reader

A little one shot that I just couldn't stop writing. A good angst to fluff (btw my fics will never be all angst, im too soft). Also do not fear, Im working on a Sam fic and part 3 to not letting you go. But you let ME know what you think of this one ❤️ 2K words

"My SISTER, Paul. She's my fucking SISTER!" you yelled, voice hoarse as your throat cracked.

"I could give a SHIT LESS WHAT SHE IS. YOU'RE. NOT. GOING." He screamed, jaw taut as he tried his best to subside the tremors that were threatening to take over his body.

You ignored the teeth he bared, shaking your head and scoffing.

"Aren't you tired of this?! I'm going over there. I HAVE to know she's safe."

"YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I'LL JUST SIT BY AND WATCH MY IMPRINT GO TO A PLACE WHERE I CAN'T PROTECT HER? WHAT ABOUT ME KNOWING THAT YOU'RE SAFE?? HUH?? YOU'RE SICK IF YOU THINK I WOULD BE OKAY WITH THIS!"

"Sick?!? SICK?!? LETS TALK ABOUT HOW 'SICK' IT IS THAT YOU WOULD WANT TO KILL HER AND THE BABY. THATS MY FAMILY PAUL!"

"AND WERE NOT?"

It had been like this for a week straight. Ever since the pack stormed through the door announcing their mission to kill Bella and the unborn child within her.

You felt as though your two families had been pinned against each other. Head spinning at the idea of there being a 'choice' between your sister and imprint.

On one hand you were desperate to make sure she was alright, but also exhausted at the never ending battle with your boyfriend.

Sure you had talked to Bella over the phone, but you didn't buy into the lies like your father had. Even though you knew significantly more than he did, she still attempted to downplay the situation. She had done this numerous times since getting thrown into the vampire world, but she could only keep you in the dark for so long before you unraveled the truth.

You had to see her. Even if it was the last time. By fate, or at the hands of the pack. You had to be there for her, as she would you.

Leaving your imprint though? Was at task challenging at best. On at least four different occasions you fought with Paul for so long that Emily and Sam had to intervene, prying you two apart at the pleads of other pack members.

Emily would console you while you ranted and Sam would make Paul run off his anger in the woods. When you faced him again, it turned into a rerun of the same argument. Nobody in the house had gotten sleep, and the things were progressively getting worse.

Quil came through the door, widening his eyes.

"Just a heads up everyone, a little comedic relief does not go over well. I saw my life flash before Paul's eyes." He huffed before sitting down.

"When is this going to be overrrr?" Embry whined. He shoved his head in his hands on the kitchen table while you and Paul went at it in the front yard.

Emily sighed.

"Unfortunately sooner than you think....Y/N packed her suitcase this morning." She said quietly.

"You're not really going to let her go over there are you?!?" Kim stood up, looking at both Emily and Sam.

"If you would like to stop her, please, be my guest." Sam motioned his hand to outside, where you and Paul could be seen through the window. You were throwing your arms up and pointing fingers at him, while his voice boomed loudly, towering his large frame over yours.

Kim winced.

You had always been the calm to Paul's raging storm. 'Made him all soft' as the guys would tease. None of them had actually seen you two disagree with each other. In the mind link they saw glimpses of minor arguments, most of the time being reconciled in the sheets..

Paul eventually got an order by Sam to think about something else while on patrol. 'Literally, anything else'.

"She's not going anywhere. I can count on my hand how many times they've been apart since he imprinted. They'll work it out eventually." Jared said as he pulled Kim on his lap, taking a hunk out of his apple.

Kim didn't share a look that she believed him, worriedly looking out to where you stood.

A few moments passed when her body stiffened and she gasped, making Jared look where she was.

"SHIT! SHIT!" He said, throwing Kim off his lap.

Sam turned to look out the window in time to see Paul phase, his sharp claw making contact with your skin. Your blood curdling scream instantly had everyone else off their seats, nearly knocking each other over to race outside.

You laid on the ground as your body wracked with sobs, clutching your side. Blood gushed through your hand as you started to panic, scrambling to stand. The large silver wolf only stood for a few moments before Paul shifted back, completely horrified as he frantically tried to reach you.

He felt his heart nearly rip out of his chest as you backpedaled into Emily, who was helping to hold you upright.

"NO! NO! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! IM DONE!" You cried.

Sam stood in the middle of the two of you.

Paul could feel his chest caving in, hand out, speaking more gently than he had at all in the past week.

"B-baby. Please. Please, I'm- I'm so sorry baby. Please let me just see-"

"NO! I'm done. I'm done. I'm leaving. I'm done." You repeated like a mantra, limping to the car.

"Y/N you cannot drive like this..." Emily attempted to say as she stepped in from behind you. She could see your anxiety was heightened, and afraid to set you off further.

"I have to go," you choked, on the verge of tears as you tried to open the drivers side. You had yet to even notice the gash in your side, adrenaline pumping wildly through your body.

Paul made his way around Sam, grabbing your other arm that was holding the door.

"You are crazy if you think I'm letting you leave like this. Please come-"

You yanked your arm from his grasp.

"Don't. Let me go!" You said coldly.

Paul froze. He couldn't move. You never spoke to him like this. Even in the numerous fights you two had this week.

Every single instinct in his body needed to help you. He knew you were downplaying your injuries. He knew he just royally fucked everything up. But the absolute last thing you could do was walk into a house full of vampires dripping in blood. Fucking doctor or not.

"Come inside and let me take a look at you, okay? Please." Emily said to coax you, frantically looking at your wound.

This made Sam follow her gaze, looking down to see the blood pouring from your side hadn't stopped, and you were growing paler by the minute.

"Y/N....you're going to stay here and I'll call Sue." He said in an authoritative voice, leaving no room to argue as he turned to start dialing the number.

You almost argued. You almost fought both of them on the subject. Your stubbornness almost won.

But you felt an immense pain. So strong you don't know how the hell you didn't notice it when you stood up.

That couldn't be good.

"....Y/N?" Paul said, barely above a whisper. Tears were now silently streaming down his face as he held both hands out slightly. Not close enough to touch you but to be prepared in case you fell.

You could feel yourself start to float in and out of consciousness. You tried to ground yourself by focusing on something. You looked at his hands that were outstretched.

Those hands that you held on your first date. The hands that hover your back anywhere you go. The hands that lift you up from the couch on movie nights to bring you to bed. The hands that move in just the right way when making love to you. The hands that were now shaking, not out of anger, but fear. You loved those hands.

"Y/N? Baby?" Paul said louder, more urgently as he could see you fading.

You watched him get blurry as the world started to spin.

"Paul," you murmured, before fading into darkness. The last thing you remember were the hands that caught you before you hit the ground.

"Y/N!!!" Paul screamed as he caught your body falling into him.

Sam ran back, telling him Sue was just up the street. He instructed Paul to carry you inside and onto the bed. The pack dispersed, each trying to find something to help you such as towels, an emergency kit and pillows.

Paul held you close as he lay you down, while repeatedly whispering in your ear.

"I'm so sorry baby. I'm so-so sorry. I cant lose you. Youre everything to me. I'll never yell at you again. I swear on my life. You can do whatever you want. I'll do whatever you want. Please, I love you." Paul pressed kisses to your hairline when Sue and her nurse friend entered.

Jared reluctantly came in behind them to lead Paul out of the room as they worked.

"Come on man, she'll wake up soon I promise."

After he was guided out, Paul slid down to sit on the other side of the door, refusing to move. Jared didn't push it, leaning down to sit next to him.

"Sue's seen this kind of stuff before. Just needs stitching up and stuff," Jared reassured as he put his hand on Paul's shoulder.

"It's not the injuries I'm worried about. So much as what she'll think of me when she wakes up. I....I fucked this one up, Jare."

"If Emily can forgive Sam, I think Y/N will forgive you. She's crazy about your ass."

Paul just nodded, praying he was right.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly as you woke. You looked around to see that you had been bandaged up along your left side, an IV attached to your arm sat close by. You attempted to sit up, whining when the pain wouldn't allow it. Within a few minutes Emily entered, her face showing relief.

"You're up! How are you feeling?" She checked the IV before sitting on the edge of the bed, careful of your body.

"Sore...where's, where's Paul?" Your heart ached as you started to replay what happened. There was no doubt in your mind what happened was an accident. You had seen the signs he always warned you about, and chose to ignore them in the heat of the argument. Not only that, but the look on his face when you had refused him was too much to bare.

Emily smiled, not expecting you to want to see him so soon.

"He's just outside the door. Hasn't moved. He didn't know if you'd want to see him..."

"I need to talk to him."

It hadn't even been a few seconds when Paul stood at the door. He looked more out of shape than you did. The disheveled hair and dark circles under his eyes told you he hadn't slept in days.

"I'll give you two some space. Just holler if you need anything," Emily spoke as she stood up, making her way around him and down the stairs.

Paul remained where he stood,

"If you don't want to be with me I understand. I have no words for my actions other than I am so...." he cleared his throat, trying not to cry. "So incredibly sorry I put you through this. I put you in danger when I was trying to keep you out of it. You don't have to stay I-"

"Paul please just kiss me." You interrupted, not wanting to hear the rest as you already made up your mind in forgiving him.

He stood for just a moment longer, trying to comprehend if he heard you correctly. It was when you weakly opened your arms for him that he wasted no time in rushing over to you, cupping your face and gently yet passionately kissed you with everything he had. Tears flowed his cheeks at the relief that you still wanted him. Even after everything he had put you through.

You two pulled back for air after a moment, and you ran your hand through his hair.

"I forgive you, okay? I can't imagine my life without you."

He let out a breath, smiling for the first time in weeks.

"It will never happen again. I swear on my fucking life baby." He caressed your hair, neck, landing his palm on your heart.

You two sat like that for awhile. Almost scared to leave each other's presence. You two talked for hours on the bed. Paul had confessed that the night before, while you were sleeping, the pack had fought with the Cullens. You learned that Paul refused to go, not wanting to leave your side. You were grateful to hear that Sam didn't push on him being there, knowing you were all that mattered to him, and he'd refuse him if he had too. Even if it went against his every instinct as a wolf. Turns out that Jacob had imprinted on your niece, and Bella had survived, now as a vampire.

You weren't particularly thrilled your sister was now a bloodsucker, but as long as she was alive, you were happy.

Paul eventually made his way to the other side of the bed, kissing every exposed inch of you, whispering all the things he loved about you in your ear until you fell asleep.

When your heartbeat slowed down and he was sure you were out, he reached down and felt the velvet box in his pocket. No doubt in his mind about the future you both held.

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motherlvr · 10 months

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hi:D can you do miles!42 with a reader who doesn't really like getting told "watch who ur talking to" or smth bc most fics abt miles!42 is like that and nooo i won't ever let a man say that to me😭 and they like, know how to defend themself so they're pretty independent if thats alr ofc!

ngl i loved writing this, tysm for the req!

wc: 2.1k

pairing: E-42 Miles Morales x Strong, Independent! f! reader

warnings: enemies to lovers, kind of rivalry tbh, cursing, Miles is mean in this one, but gets character development, reader knows how to fight, baddie ong, reader doesn't take miles' bs

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"You gotta be shitting me." Mumbling under your breath, your eye involuntarily twitched. You glared at Miles like it was his fault for putting you in this situation.

Your glare was reciprocated as he said, "I ain't happy about it either, princesa." You hated when he called you that. It rolled off his tongue with such distaste. "Yeah? Glad we got that in common then." You snipped, irritated.

Miles Gonzalo Morales was a dick. To put it kindly.

He was a stuck-up, close-minded dick. It's like his sole purpose in life was to irk you. The two of you have never been on good terms. He tested your patience every waking moment.

But unfortunately for both of you, your Spanish teacher paired you up as partners for a major project. It would count for a good portion of your grade, so not doing it wasn't an option for you. You had less than two weeks to finish the project, and you weren't going to waste it.

You'd much prefer to do the project alone. One thing you've learned is: if you want something done correctly, do it yourself. And to never put it solely in the hands of a man. But the project was a requirement for the class, so you had no place to argue about it.

Thankfully, today was just a planning day. So it wouldn't be as painful, you hoped.

You showed him a plan you had thought about within only a few minutes and asked, "Thoughts?" He took a short glance at it and told you, "That's trash." A vein almost popped out of your head. You snapped, "You got any better ideas then?"

"Yea, anythin' other than that." He told you mindlessly. You had half a mind to make his braided head become real familiar with the cold surface of his desk. Around ten minutes later, he had finally come up with something. It wasn't that great, but at least he was semi-cooperative. You took one look at his plan and decided to turn the tables on him. You said, "You couldn't have come up with anything better? Shit's worse than my idea."

You could see him grip his pencil just a bit tighter, no doubt irritated by now. "Nah, watch your mouth." He told you, and you were unsure of how serious he was being. "Watch my mouth? You needa watch how when you turn around, one of your precious braids will be gone." You said as you made a snipping motion with your fingers. He protectively grabbed onto his braids, "Yo chill, ma."

As Spanish class progressed, everything only went downhill from there. He always seemed to hate every idea you had or had something to say. He groaned, "Woman, I swear. Your ideas are shit." Your former hopes of a peaceful partnership were long gone.

His choice of words alone irked you as you replied, "See, that's what you're not gonna call me. And if we're gonna be partners, you need to act decent for once. Get it together, Morales." You set clear boundaries as you pointed a finger at him. Surprisingly, he obliged. He looked like he made a revelation as he shook his head. "Nah, you right. That was outta line." The moment was oddly tranquil until he opened his mouth again. "I meant: I swear, your ideas are fucking terrible."

From that point further, the hopes of having a normal, mature, conversation were fleeting. The majority of the class was spent bickering rather than working on the task at hand.

You were one of the very few people that tested him. You gave him a challenge, while most people wouldn't utter a single complaint.

Eventually, at the end of the class, the two of you finally landed on an idea to carry out. A true miracle.

The next week in Spanish class passed and the days were cutting it closer and closer to the deadline. But there was still much work to be done. So, begrudgingly, you both had to work on it out of school. After Spanish, you were packing up your things when you asked him, "My place or yours?" His response was immediate. "My place. I'll give you my address. Come over after school, 'ight?" He said, writing down his address and handing it to you.

You accepted it and said, "Alright. Are your parents good with me coming over?" You questioned if he even had the decency to check first. Although you couldn't stand him most of the time, you didn't want to intrude on his family. He shrugged it off, "Yeah my ma's good with it. Already told her."

He wasn't about to tell you that his mother demanded the project was done at his house so she could keep a keen eye on the both of you.

You were dreading the final bell of the day. Spending more time than legally required with Miles wasn't your ideal image of fun. As the school day ended, you walked over to Miles' house.

Knocking on the door, it was soon opened by no one other than Miles' mother. She was expecting you, as a smile adorned her face. You greeted her, "¡Hola, Señora Morales! Gracias por invitarme a tu casa." (Hi, Mrs. Morales! Thank you for inviting me to your house.)

She widened her eyes at you, "¡Claro! ¿Cómo estás?" (of course, how are you?) She asked you with a sweet smile. You replied and reciprocated a smile, "Bien, ¿usted?" (good, you?) To which she responded, "Muy bien, gracias." (very good, thank you) As you put down your things, you noticed Miles was standing only a few feet away. His mother pulled Miles to the side and whispered, "She speaks Spanish, I like her." Not wanting to give away that she was a loud whisperer, you concealed a small laugh. It's a wonder how Miles turned out like that. His mother's wonderful. You knew she raised him better.

After his mother was done speaking to him, Miles led you to his room. His mother called out, "¡Deja la puerta abierta!" (leave the door open!) "Si, mami." He said back in an unusually nice tone.

You previously believed Miles Morales was a universal dick. But you soon realized you were somewhat wrong. He was a dick. To everyone except his mother, it seemed.

As you both settled down to start working on the project, you grinned at him like you had just found out a Federal-level secret. "You're such a momma's boy." You said.

His head whipped to you like you knew something you shouldn't. "No one would believe you." He said. You teased, "Oh, everyone would. Trust."

This was the most civil conversation the both of you have ever held within your whole history of knowing Miles. The afternoon was sprinkled with light-hearted jokes here and there, and it wasn't as painful as you initially believed. Needless to say, being forcibly confined in a space with Miles went much smoother than you could've ever anticipated. The project was progressing for once. And so was your relationship with Miles.

A few days later, you were in a better mood than regular. Within the past few days, Miles has been more tolerable. Maybe even likable. Apparently, you were in too good of a mood. You must've appeared too approachable today.

As you were walking in the hallways of school to your next class, a guy you didn't recognize slung an arm around your shoulders and said, "Hey, what's good jit?" You immediately pushed his arm off. He reeked of an excessive usage of cologne. You winced at his stench. "Don't call me that." You assertively said. But he only took it as a challenge. He said with a wink, "You tryna play hard to get? Alright, I'll play along."

"I'm not 'playing hard to get'," You mocked with air quotations. Dumbing it down, you continued, "I don't want you." Could a girl make it any more obvious?

Your words went straight over his oversized head. He said with a disgusting smirk, "I can change your mind." Your face visibly grimaced at his desperate attempt, "Not even baby Jesus could change my mind."

He was starting to get agitated at this point, "Nah, why you trippin', girl?" he said. You immediately retorted, "Why can't you take a damn hint?"

"C'mon, I know you want me. Gimme a chance." He said. You were sick and tired of this interaction, so you just decided to walk away. Turning your back, you tried to escape this conversation. But he grabbed your hand to prevent you from leaving. "Aye, where you goin'?"

You tried to be patient. And where did patience get you? Nowhere. In your mind, this guy was way too testosterone-deficient to be talking tough to you. There was nothing worse than a teenage boy. More importantly, a boy that didn't know what 'no' means.

And in an instant, the sound of a slap resounded throughout the hallway.

He looked like he was about to start crying. Holding his cheek in pain, he sneered, "Fuck you, bitch. You ain't shit anyway. I ain't even want you." But as you tried to walk away once again, he placed a tight grip on your shoulder to prevent you from escaping.

Miles was skipping class and wandering in the hallways when he saw you. From your body language, he could tell you were uncomfortable. His eyes glanced toward the guy's grip on your shoulder, and Miles suddenly understood the situation. He could see where this was heading. Or at least, he believed he did. Miles was about to intervene when within the blink of an eye, you had flipped the guy on his back and onto the floor.

You told the boy on the floor, "Don't try that shit again. With me or any other woman, got it?" Groaning in agony, the guy whimpered in response, and you took it as a 'yes'.

The guy was no André the Giant, but it impressed the hell out of Miles nonetheless. Since when could you do that? He questioned himself. Miles had to prevent his jaw from dropping. He was suddenly glad he never pushed you that far. You walked away unbothered as if nothing had happened. He gained a newfound respect for you. But that would have to stay unspoken.

Once Spanish class rolled around, you realized it was the second to last day you had to finish the project, so you were working extra diligently in Spanish class. You told Miles, "Alright, I finished decorating it. What do you think?" showing him the project. Not that you cared what he thought, but it would make this whole process much easier if he wouldn't shit on your every move. You've had your daily dose of asshole for the day. Almost an overdose, really.

A few moments passed by where he stared at the project, and then back to you. Fully expecting Miles to be his usual asshole self, you said, "Spit it out. What is it?" You waved your hand in front of his face. He swatted your hand away and replied, "I ain't gonna hold you, it's a pretty solid project so far."

You raised a brow at him, and suspiciously asked, "Really?" This was the first time he didn't have any retort to say. "Yeah, I think you're great, ma." He said. You cheekily grinned at him as he tried to correct himself, "I meant, great at the project. Yeah. The project." He almost stumbled on his words. He never did that. He was always collected. What was up with him? It was definitely a sudden change, but you weren't complaining.

There was only a small portion of the project left to do by the end of the class, so Miles suggested finishing it at his house.

This time after school, the both of you walked together to his house. As you worked on the project in his room, you noticed he wasn't getting much done. It seemed like he was in his head, whatever goes on in there. As you glanced up, he locked eyes with you. You hadn't a clue what he was thinking.

You originally would've preferred to do the project yourself, but if you had to have a partner, you believed the work should be divided equally. You weren't going to carry the whole project on your back.

"Why're you slacking, Miles? Our time is limited, y'know." "Ion know. Mind's elsewhere." He shrugged. It was subtle, but you noticed his glance travel to your lips. You grinned and took the opportunity to tease, "What, you want a kiss or somethin'?" You said it mainly as a joke. Sure, maybe you liked the way he gave you a challenge everyday. You wouldn't blatantly admit it, but it was refreshing to be with someone that actually cared about their work. But much to your surprise, he ran his hand over the back of his braids and said. "Shi, maybe it would motivate me. You feel me?"

Not expecting him to agree, you said, "I mean, alright. If you get off your ass, maybe I'll give you one." You tried to say as casually as you could. But you couldn't deny the fact that you were growing fond of him. You were internally conflicted as you wanted to hate him, but couldn't. In reality, it was far from hate.

Miles couldn't exactly pinpoint the moment his detest for you faded away and was replaced with something different. An emotion he rarely felt. Seeing you singlehandedly take on a guy was only fueling it for him. He quickly started working harder on his part. You mentally praised yourself. After a few silent moments, he spoke up, "Yo, I'm basically finished."

He was bullshitting, and you knew it. As you looked at his part of the project, he still had a good chunk to finish. But you caved and moved closer to him. Holding a hand to his face, you peppered a light kiss to the corner of his mouth, just barely avoiding his mouth.

As usual, he had something to say, "Don't play, mami." He resisted the urge to press his lips to yours until they were numb. You simply smiled at him and replied, "Yeah? Keep workin' and you'll earn a real one."

Immediately, Miles got right back to working on his part of the project without another complaint. You've never seen him work so studiously.

Pleased to say, with your motivation, Miles was more productive that day than all the other days combined.

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lili863 · 5 months

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Do you think you can do one where reader is really shy (not innocent) but starting to exploring herself to the point she asks Ominis if he could teach her how to self-touch as she feels weird not having a proper structure to learn... to the point Omnis begin and keeps on teasing reader while seducing her to touch him and their supposed 'one-side lesson' soon turn into loss of virginity where Ominis let his dark side takes control of him while making love to MC both gentle and dominant at the same time?

Touch me

Ominis x MC

🔞 NSFW! Minors DNI

Ominis Gaunt x Reader, extreme smut, MDNI, NSFW

AN: Yall this was based off a request I got wayyy too into it. This poor anonymous persn sent this request ages ago and I hope if they are still active that they get to read it. I have beeen superr busy so havnt been active for a while but hopefully yall enjoy much love!

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It all started after 7th year of howarts. You were finally in the last stretch of your academic career with big dreams, high hopes and a fresh start in the world of magic after living your whole life with the muggles. After successfully defeating Rankrok and his followers, you found yourself with free time you'd never had before—not that you were complaining.

Yet it was Ominis Gaunt who took up most of your newly available hours. He wasn't like anyone else you'd met before. A true gentleman, he defied your expectations for how young men typically behaved. He'd been your rock, guiding you through the maze of challenges that filled your fifth year at Hogwarts.

Being with Ominis felt honest and effortless. He could be a worrybody sometimes, but you would be lying if you said you hadn't come to rely on it, it was endearing if anything. And now that the whirlwind of secret missions and dangerous adventures had subsided, you started noticing little things about him you'd overlooked before.

And today was no exception. As you watched Ominis alight from his carriage just beyond the castle grounds, your breath caught. "Ominis!"

His head whipped around at the sound of his name, a warm smile lighting up his face. Abandoning your bags, you sprinted towards him, your heart pounding in time with your footsteps. As if expecting the enthusiasm in your dash, Ominis opened his arms wide. You hurled yourself into them, confirming, once again, how right everything felt when he was around.

With an "Oof!" the tall Slytherin absorbed the force of your hug, your arms locking around his neck.

"MC," he breathed your name, hugging you back tightly. An involuntary sigh of contentment escaped his lips as he felt the comforting contours of your body meld against his.

"God, I've missed you. This summer felt like an eternity."

"It did," he agreed softly.

You pulled back before gently cradling his face, examining his features, oblivious to his hands lingering on your waist. As you studied his cloudy eyes, pronounced jawline, and distinct beauty marks, surprise flickered through your eyes.

He had changed, grown. The boyish softness from last year had given way to a more defined, mature appearance, leaving you momentarily taken aback by the transformation.

"Wow.." You softly chuckled."You look different. In a good way, of course. "

His gaze lowered, emitting the comforting warmth you craved every time you looked into those intriguing eyes before a small smirk made its way to his face.

"I suppose you haven't changed one bit, still standing on the tips of your toes"? He quipped, a teasing note coloring his words.

Your smile dropped, and you had to look down momentarily, embarrassed that you were indeed doing exactly that.

You quickly set your heels to the ground, causing his fingers to brush against your curves tightening ever so slightly.

"Excuse me?! For the record, I'm still growing. My healer insists that a growth spurt is right around the corner—'

"And perhaps you'll gain a hard-earned inch. I wouldnt worry darling, thats what the accio charm is for"

Your hands flew to his collars as you tugged him towards your face.

"Accio isn't the only charm I've got up my sleeve, Gaunt"

Ominis looked caught off gaurd for moment, feeling the warmth of your face and breath.

"In fact, I've been meaning to show you all the other spells I've learned. Only if you care to finally join me at Crossed Wands"

Raising an eyebrow, the slytherin huffed a laugh, "I've got better things to do than go to a children's club?"

"Afraid of a little public humiliation?"

You watched as his hands rose to meet yours, clasped firmly around his collar. With a swift motion, he unlatched your grip.

"I'm sparing you the public embarrassment of defeat dear". Your face flushed a deep red when he gently turned your hands over, his lips planting a searing kiss on the palm.

"No need to remind you of our last game, do I"? his low voice vibrated in the little bubble you two were stuck in, unaware of the looks other people were giving you two. You caught your breath, the softness of his lips lingering on your skin

His words triggered memories of your past dueling defeat. A defeat you'd hoped he'd let slide, especially after you'd arrogantly challenged him again. So much for thinking the 'blind kid' wasn't a threat. In truth, he could've been an excellent Auror if he'd wanted to.

""I—it was just one time, Ominis," you stammered, your words mirroring the erratic beat of your heart. As the amusement on his face faded, he smiled his hand sliding past yours, "I'm just teasing"

The air between you thickened as he gently pulled you closer, his hands thumbs circling the curve of your waist. Your cheeks blushed fiercely under his gaze. "I've missed you, MC," he whispered, his voice deep and laden with an intimate huskiness.

Caught off guard, you stayed slient. "The summer was a nightmare at my parents' house," he continued, "but thoughts of you were my escape, my quiet refuge."

You gulped not recognizing this kind of intensity in his eyes, almost as if they could suck you in and trap you in them for eternity.

"...Ominis-"

"Are you two about to kiss"? Both of you jumped at the intruding voice of your firend.

Ominis sighed, now turning to the voice of his firend.

Sebastian flinched playfully. "Oops, should I come back later?" His teasing had you huffing a laugh, a welcomed break from the tension. You licked your lips nervously, watching the two with a small, nervous smile, secretly grateful that Ominis couldn't see the flush on your face.

But the moment's intensity was far from forgotten. That night, as you lay in bed, the scenes with Ominis replayed in your mind, each one leaving you more restless than the last. Your thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, each memory with your best friend intensifying your inner turmoil.

Ominis had filled out, a lot more than you expected. His physique had blossomed, revealing a strikingly defined muscle tone that commanded attention. It was impossible to overlook the way his biceps seemed to strain against the fabric of his pristine white shirt. Though not bulky, the undeniable truth was that he no longer resembled a slender, lithe boy – his presence now exuded a captivating aura of strength and maturity.

You caught your breath, an instinctive reaction as your thighs rubbed together subtly. The lingering sensation of his arms wrapped around you remained, an imprint of solid muscle and strength. And those fingers—Merlin, those fingers. Their ethereal paleness was etched with a web of green veins, elevating their beauty. Always impeccably manicured, they were long enough to make even the largest textbooks look small when held in his grasp

An irresistible curiosity welled within you, envisioning the sight of those digits gliding across your bare skin. Imagining their journey from your chest, down to your stomach, and delicately tracing the contours of your hip. As desire consumed you, your chest heaved with anticipation. You moistened your parched lips, feeling a bead of sweat forming on your flushed skin. And then, finally, his fingers would trace over the delicate mound of flesh and delve right to your-

"Ahh-"!

Instantly, your hands flew to cover your mouth in shock at the noise that just flew out of your lips.

Suddenly, you found yourself in the midst of soemthing very intimate with your hands stuffed down your panties hovering over your aching core.

With quiet pants, you stayed still listening for any shifts from the other girls across the room. Fortunately, only silence ensued as you tried to swallow down your humiliation before slowly resuming, feeling the folds in between your fingers.

With a nervous heart, you began to rub your folds in a clockwise motion. A small flicker of something awakened in the pit of your stomach, causing you to gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. Your heart raced as you continued your ministrations.

However, as quickly as the feeling came, it soon subsided, leaving you perplexed as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Without hesitation, you switched to a faster state.

Nothing.

Soon, you began swiping, dragging, and pinching before you finally gave up in frustration.

Nothing. You felt nothing.

Were you doing something wrong? You weren't entirely naive. You had heard other girls talking about touching themselves down there, and they all claimed it was a euphoric sensation like no other.

Maybe this was a mistake..

What were you thinking? Touching yourself to the thought of your best friend.

Your arm swung over to cover your eyes in embarrassment, followed by disappointment. Perhaps it was best to just go to sleep now...

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A week passed, and you held onto the hope that the strange feelings you had for him would fade. But fate had other plans.

Professor Hecat's class was always rowdy. Flying spells were common, and both you and Ominis were accustomed to them. But today, Leander Prewitt and his cronies chose to act up.

Seated beside Ominis, your jaws clenched as Prewitt initiated a verbal confrontation, belittling Ominis and doubting his dueling abilities. Sebastian retaliated swiftly, but an inexplicable surge of rage coursed through your veins in response to Prewitt's petty taunts at Ominis, and you promptly decided Leander was going to learn today.

Just as you began to rise from your chair, Ominis seemed to read your intentions. With a sudden, commanding grip, he seized your thigh, pulling you back into your seat with a force you couldn't ignore.

Your eyes widened, muscles tensing under the sensation of his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh. Your gaze met his for a fleeting moment before drifting down to where his grip tightened, locking you in place.

"I've got this, MC. Save your energy," he murmured, his voice low but clear. His words weren’t a boast, but a quiet assurance.

Rising gracefully, Ominis shed his robe with a fluid motion, placing it neatly aside. He then proceeded to loosen his tie, the emerald fabric slipping through his fingers with practiced ease. Rolling up his sleeves,

You watched mesmerized at the sight that unfolded before you, captivated by the visual of his forearms, adorned with prominent veins that seemed to pulsate with intensity, emanating an aura of restrained power.

Clenching your thighs, you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look away.

"Care to duel, Prewitt?" Ominis asked, a hint of malice lacing his voice. "You seem to have plenty of time to spew nonsense."

Ominis would never waste the time of his day on someone like leander. But here he was, standing before you with a look in eyes that had your stomach doing flips.

Prewitt snorted, exuding arrogance. "Don't go crying to Black when I best you, Gaunt."

The entire class excitey swarmed past you more than intrigued to see this fight. And eventually, even you couldn't help it.

The duel was a spectacle. Ominis dominated the arena. You knew he was powerful, but seeing him dismantle Prewitt—a seventh-year known for his formidable dueling skills—left you a little breathless. The calculated dodges, the crackling spells—each move he made sent a thrilling pulse through you, stirring something you hadn't felt before

You'd never openly admit it, but ever since that duel, only thoughts of Ominis managed to ignite even the faintest sparks of pleasure within you. Everything else left you feeling disconcertingly numb, as if disconnected from your own sensations.

You'd imagined his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, the timbre of his voice urging you toward the edge, the warmth of his lips promising release. And yet, frustratingly, that elusive climax remained just out of reach.

The experience was as maddening as it was mortifying—each moment teetering on the cusp, only for the feeling to dissipate into nothingness.

Days later, you saw him leave class, chatting amicably with Sebastian, a playful smile gracing his gorgeous lips. As you leaned against the hallway wall, you found yourself at an emotional crossroads, wrestling with whether or not to take the next step.

The young Gaunt walking beside Sebastian slowed in his steps, letting Sebastian walk ahead with Garreth when he suddenly sensed your unmistakable magical presence.

His head turned your way as you stood up straighter, caught off gaurd.

Before you were able to think, Ominis called out your name.

"MC"?

You sucked in a breath before forcibly smiling, not that he could see.

"Hey....can we talk for a second..."?

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You sat nervously in your room of requirement after sending Deek off for the night. You were expecting Ominis to walk down those stairs into the room any moment now.

Today, when he beckoned you over, you couldn't resist inviting him to meet you tonight—despite your internal protests. Restlessness had overtaken you, and if there was anyone who wouldn't judge your upcoming request, it was Ominis. As you pondered your own audacity in calling him here, a tight knot formed in your heart at the mere thought, causing a flood of second thoughts to assail your mind.

But just as they threatened to spiral out of control, a surge of panic gripped your gaze, capturing sight of Ominis descending the staircase.

Shit. Your shaky hands now fell to your sides as you stood from the couch to acknowledge his presence as normally as you could.

"Good evening Ominis".

The moment your voice reached his ears, a soft smile played on Ominis's lips. "Evening, darling,"

You tried to ignore the way his smooth tone cut through the quiet air of the room.

As Ominis strolled towards the couch, your gaze inevitably followed him. His shirt, a few buttons undone, subtly revealed his well-defined chest, adorned with a smattering of black beauty marks.

Strands of hair that were usually slicked back had fallen forward, adding a touch of casual charisma to his look. With one hand nonchalantly tucked in his pocket and the other holding his wand, he moved with a confidence that was both understated and captivating.

'Had he always been this striking?' you wondered.

He gracefully took a seat on the couch next to where you stood. Heart pounding, you took a seat beside him and offered the tea you'd meticulously prepared earlier.

The room was thick with silence for a few beats before Ominis finally spoke, cutting through the tension.

"So," he started, a hint of playfulness in his tone, "caught a cold, have you?"

"What?"

"You sound as if you're speaking from the other end of the room," he observed with a slight, teasing tilt of his head.

In that moment, you became acutely aware of your own timidity, practically recoiling from him, from where he sat. Your tongue flicked nervously over dry lips, a gesture you had repeated countless times throughout the day.

"Oh..."Before a single word escaped your lips, his keen intuition sensed that something was amiss.

"MC, is there something wrong?"

You shook your head, perhaps too vigorously, "No, not at all! I didn't call you here for anything bad," you assured him, lowering your voice on the last part.

You notice his eyebrow tense with a slight scrunch "Well with that tone you're not exactly putting my concerns to rest," he noted, patting the cushion next to him. "Come here; I'm not going to yell across the room to talk to you."

A moment went by before a soft chuckle escaped you as you inched closer to Ominis. "The couch isn't exactly spacious," you remarked, but the playful tone in your voice dwindled to a hush when his fingers delicately found yours. With a gentle tug, he erased the scant distance left between you.

Your breath caught in your throat, the heat of his body radiating against yours in a comforting yet unsettling way.

"Alright, whats on your mind"?

You bit your lip, a nervous habit that not even the daunting OWL exams had provoked. 'I'm... it's hard to find the right words.' You hesitated, feeling the weight of your own vulnerability. 'This is...embarrassing, something I've never had to voice before. Yet, with you, it feels different. It feels safe" The sincerity in your voice was as clear as the mixed emotions that danced in your eyes

Ominis listened intently, his features softening.

"The thing is I have been struggling with something that I didn't quite expect to struggle with, actually even you would be surprised if you knew"

"Perhaphs, as long as I get it hear it" The small smile his face did no such thing to help the nervous one diminish on yours.

“In fact, it’s almost laughable when I think about it. No other girl seems to be troubled by it. In fact, I might be the sole person in this entire school befuddled by something so trivial. It’s ironic, considering all of the feats I’ve accomplished with far less trouble—”

“MC.”

You halted abruptly, feeling his hands gently squeezing yours.

“What is it” Ominis pointed out softly.

Swallowing hard, you murmured almost inaudibly, "Could you... help me find... pleasure?"

Silence lingered for a moment, each second intensifying your unease.

It was as if time itself paused when you noticed the subtle change in his demeanor. His breath hitched, momentarily caught in his throat, as his eyes widened ever so slightly. The usual confidence in his gaze gave way to a flicker of surprise, or perhaps realization. "Oh..." he uttered softly, the word barely more than a whisper, yet it resonated with unspoken understanding.

Upon hearing Ominis's reply, your heart sank. In a rush of emotion, you stood up abruptly, mumbling apologies as you prepared to retreat. Your eyes, unable to meet his intense gaze, shifted downwards, while internal doubts echoed that perhaps this was all a mistake.

Just as you were about to suggest ending the evening, a gasp slipped from your lips. Ominis, his grip still firm on your hand, drew you back with a swift pull, causing you to tumble unexpectedly into his lap. Your heart pounded wildly as you looked up at him, your eyes wide with surprise. "Don’t go," he whispered softly, his voice soothing yet firm, his hands securing you at your waist as if fearing you might flee.

"I don’t want to make you uncomfortable," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head gently, his hand cupping your face. "Trust me, you aren’t," he reassured, his thumb softly tracing your cheek. His fingers tenderly explored your face, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It’s been so long since you let me touch you," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and relief.

Your stomach fluttered, acknowledging the truth in his words. You had been avoiding him, distancing yourself in a futile attempt to evade the complexity of your feelings.

"Is this why you’ve been so distant these past few weeks?" he inquired, his tone laced with curiosity.

"You noticed?" you replied, a hint of surprise in your voice.

Ominis would have been a fool not to. Despite his attempts to feign indifference, the absence of your presence, the lack of even a fleeting conversation each day, weighed heavily on him. The way you would hastily exit a room upon his arrival haunted his nights.

He had always harbored a silent obsession with you, yet he considered himself too cowardly to confess it. After all, you were perfection personified in his eyes—the savior of Hogwarts, his savior. He had thought your kindness in befriending him, a blind student, was the pinnacle of your generosity.

But now, he realized he might have underestimated the depths of your caring nature.

"I have" He answered.

"Oh, was I that obvious"? You tried to hide your embarrassment but it was all out in the open now.

Leaning closer, he whispered teasingly, "Quite so. Can I assume that I am to blame for this delightful situation?"

Your nervous laughter filled the room. "Delightful isn’t the word I’d use for the sleepless nights you’ve given me," you confessed, immediately wondering if you had revealed too much.

His smirk grew slowly, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Sleepless nights, you say? How troubling. I wasn’t aware I had such an effect.'"

But of course, he knew. His courtship had been subtle yet deliberate: anonymous bouquets, offers to help with your studies, each a breadcrumb leading you unknowingly back to him. He noticed the other suitors too, drawn like moths to your flame, each trying to surpass the others with their affectionate gestures

Realizing this, Ominis's tactics shifted. He was no longer just a smitten boy; he became a calculated seducer. His methods were more than just charms and touch; they were whispered promises, the intentional caress of his fingers against your cheek, and his hand's firm yet reassuring grip at precisely the right moments.

He had never seen himself as that kind of man until he felt you envelop yourself in every sense he ever had.

It was torturous to be able to smell you, hear you, or even touch but just never enough to satiate his growing obsession with you. At one point he even considered secretly wedding you under his name just so he could have you without question.

You had sensed a hesitance from him, perhaps because of the gentleman he was. So gathering the remaining bits of your courage you slowly shifted, draping your legs across his lap, pressing your back against his solid chest. A flush of heat rose to your cheeks, and your heart thundered in your chest as you leaned into his embrace.

Ominis's breath hitched as he felt your weight settle against him, the faint scent of you enveloping him. For a moment, he was motionless, as if caught in a dream. Then, instinctively, his hands found their way to your hips, anchoring you.

Your voice, barely above a whisper, broke the charged silence. "What are you waiting for, then?"

"Touch me"

His world seemed to shift at your request, opening a door to a path he never imagined traversing. Heart hammering against his chest, Ominis drew you closer, his breath a soft murmur in your ear. "With the utmost pleasure".

As you nervously bit your lip, Ominis's fingers had already begun to glide toward the hem of your dress, delicately folding it back to reveal your lower half.

His fingers danced cautiously across your abdomen, "Use my hands, he whispered softly, "show me how you touch yourself."

The words were complete filth, but how he made it sound so angelic was beyond your comprehension.

Aligning your shaky fingers on top of his, you guided his pretty hands that you daydreamed about so much right down to your core already aching in anticipation.

Ominis suppressed a noise and nearly cursed out loud at the feeling of the warmth of your clothed cunt that bled through to his fingers.

The soft fleshy feeling had his cock twitching in his trousers already beginning to harden.

He began to rub you hearing the shaky breaths leave your mouth. A smirk slowly etched on his face as he realized how sexually innocent you were. He barely started and you already were writhing at his touches

"Lift your hips for me"

Your eyes that closed shut snapped open at the gentle command.

As you turned slightly to look at him, he mirrored your movement, his lips brushing against your cheek intimately. "Trust me..." he murmured. Your eyes fluttered at the fuzzy feelings that engulfed you.

Using your hands, you pushed against his thigh lifting your hips. Ominis smiled faintly pleased at how well you listened before feeling for your soft lacy undergarments and hooking his fingers under the hem. It all bit took him a few seconds as he delicately peeled the thin material down your legs.

Discreetly, he slipped the tiny undergarment into his pocket and then lightly tapped your hips, a silent cue for you to sit back down.

You hadn't bothered with a bra, assuming it was unnecessary since Ominis couldn't see. Yet, sitting bare in your thin, flimsy nightgown, you felt starkly exposed.

His other hand slid around your waist, adjusting as he leaned back against the couch, seeking a more comfortable position. In response, you unconsciously shifted, spreading your legs wider. The movement caused your nightgown to gather up, its fabric bunching around your hip.

Red crept up your cheeks and you prayed Deek didn't leave anything behind after he left because you were completely exposed at this point.

"You feel so warm." Ominis slid his fingers through your folds, exploring every crevice of you shamelessly as you gasped and flinched.

"It..ng- it feels a little strange. I've never felt like this before".

The young Slytherin caressed your bare thighs, addicted to the smoothness of it "Perhpahs we can fix that"

Ominis glided his digits up your folds feeling a delicate arch, before uncovering your clit. With a smirk he applied firm pressure on the nub causing you to gasp, tensing in his lap.

"W-what was ..that" You whispered breathlessly.

"There we go… feels good doesn't it"?

You could barely respond to his question as he began circling the nub rhythmically.

Ominis smileding feeling your body wrack from the hard breaths you were giving. He didn't expect you to be this inexperienced.

"Darling..give me your hand"

You obeyed with a whimpers before feeling his damp fingers take in yours. Taking them to your clit, he encorugae you as you curiusly circled it, flicnhing at the waves of electricty shotting through at very momvemnt. Ominis chuckled quietly, turned on by the reactions you were feeding him.

"This..is so strange" You spoke. New was the word, but to explore such a vulneraable moment with someone like him, it felt..embarressing. Almost as if you should know this by now.

Ominis took a breath, before taking over. "No. Not strange. It's natural".

You bit your lips. fighting not to close your legs at the way he was touching you "Is it natural to get this..wet"?

"Well if I do this correctly" he began "Pretty soon you'll be soaking" His sultry voice shot straight to your pussy causing to you clench.

"I feel..hot ughn-"! Another wave of pleasure washes over you as he works his magic, teasing and swiping you repeatedly.

This is… too much," you whimpered, overwhelmed by the intensity.

Ominis grunted feeling you bounce slightly over his strained cock. Without a second thought his other hand grabbed the straps of your slik nightgown, sliding it off your shoulders and doing the same with the other. You were clouded in a haze far too high to notice as he continued assaulting your clit. The room soon began to be filled with the sounds of squelches.

The gown slid off, exposing you entirely. Ominins traced his fingers down your collarbone relishing the warm smooth skin before feeling your the flesh of you plump breasts.

With a quiet groan he cupped you, his thump circling your nub and swiping over them, causing them to perk up.

You whined arching your back pushing all your weight on his cock.

"Fuck MC, you're driving me crazy".

As his ring finger delicately circled your entrance, a sharp intake of breath escaped you.

"O-Ominis! Please, ugh—!" your plea broke through the thick air.

"Come on, love, you can take it," he coaxed, his voice a mix of encouragement and desire.

"No! I can't!" Your voice escalated, edging towards a cry as a wave of intense sensations began to coil deep in your belly.

To Ominis, you were a vision of breathtaking beauty in this state of abandonment. The sounds you made were so intensely arousing that it took all his self-control to focus on your pleasure first, rather than his own.

Your hips involuntarily began to buck against him, seeking friction against the growing bulge in his pants. The young Slytherin grunted, using his free arm to steady you while his fingers worked relentlessly, intensifying the pleasure.

As his fingers rhythmically flicked your clit, his command broke through your haze. "Face me."

The simple instruction barely penetrated your overwhelmed senses, but you managed to obey, turning to face him.

"Lean forward… and kiss me," he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of longing and hesitation.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ominis was seized by a sudden fear that he had asked for too much.

But before he could retract his words, you silenced his doubts. Your lips crashed onto his with an urgency that left no room for second-guessing. Your hand found its way to his hair, gripping and pulling with a desperation that matched the intensity of your kiss.

The two of you shared each others breaths, as he groaned into the kiss, pressing himself closer to you. Not even a moment passed by before he suck his tingue to swipe over your bottom lips before intruding your mouth. Both of you groaned at the taste of each other, rocking and bucking your hips.

Had it not been for the single thread of sanity his mind was desperately clinging on to, he would have completely forgotten that you were a virgin and plunge his cock into you as deep as he could go.

However, nothing fed his ego quite like this. Nothing in his years of living could compare besides you spreading on his lap and letting him defile you like this. And he would be damned if he would let another man try now.

Quickly you grabbed his other arm and shoved it to your perked nipples beggin for some atention.

Breaking the kiss in desperation, you gasped, "T-touch me here…"

His touch in response became rougher, rolling your nipples between his fingers, as you gushed onto his digits.

"You're making a mess, sweetheart," he murmured against you, his hips subtly rolling to meet yours.

You could feel the smug smirk of his lips against yours. Licking your swollen lips, you tasted him again, your senses torn between the overwhelming touches and his intoxicating flavor. "Its all your fault" you managed to say between ragged breaths

"My trousers are soaked, and yet it's my fault?" he teased knowing damn well you were right. In response to your attitude, his fingers tightened around your plump flesh, nearly drooling at the thought of taking them into his mouth.

Frustration mingled with your desire as you retorted, "Yeah? Well, why don't you do something about it, then?"

Ominis briefly stopped his minitrations taking in your words.

You panted eyes darting back and forth between his.

"I will."

In an impulsive motion, Ominis drew back and slid his hands beneath each of your legs. With an effortless strength, he lifted you, responding to the unspoken urgency between you. Simultaneously, the Room of Requirement seemed to attune itself to the escalating intensity, morphing subtly to accommodate the unfolding desires

Looking ahead, the room suddenly turned pitch black.The once-lit fireplace, which had filled the room with a comforting orange glow, was now extinguished, plunging everything into the deep dark, you saw a stunning vision materialize

Floating candles flickered to life, encircling a bed draped in rich black satin sheets. Their light cast an ethereal glow, creating an island of illumination in the otherwise dark room, with the bed as its sole focus.

It was..ominous. Yet seductive.

A surge of realization quickened your heartbeat. This daunting setting wasn't conjured from your fantasies. It was a manifestation of someone else's.

Just as you had realized it was Ominis, he released you into the bed conveniently placed in front of you as you fell back with a bounce.

"Omi-" You gasped as he grabbed your thighs and pushed them apart, exposing your gushing pussy, dripping from your juices onto the satin sheets.

Your eyes widened, you never saw him like this before. Jaw clenched, eyes dark, and towering over you like a menace.

Feral.

It was a far cry to the shy and reserved guy you were us to seeing.

Ominis inhaled your scent, with his throbbing cock already leaking precum into his trousers. Qucikly removing his shirt he dove in, feeling abdomen and pressing searing kisses down until he felt your wetness press agaisnt his nose. Without hesitation he slicked a solid stripe up your puffy folds before taking in your clit into his wet hot mouth.

"Ahhg- fuck!" you cried out, the world spinning as Ominis continued his fervent ministrations. He sucked on your swollen numb catching your dripping jucies on his chin

Your eyes rolled back as you arched your back crying loud enough for the whole Castle to hear. Your hands shot to his head gripping his soft hair unconciously rolling your hips into his face.

"Nghh-feels so go-good"!

Words failed you, your mind whittled down to incoherent babbles under his relentless ministrations.

He groaned against your cunt, swirling his tongue around the nub, repeating the motions over and over as you convulsed.

One of his hands slowly unwrapped itself from your thighs before rimming your entrance. Just as another load of juices spilled, Ominis seized the opportunity to slowly insert a finger causing you to flinch at the intrusion and clench around his long digit.

"That's it Darling..just relax" He whispered.

Your eyes began to flutter as Ominis pumped his finger back and forth/

"Can you take another, Darling?" His husky voice cut through the haze, demanding your attention. You whimpered shaking your head, overwhelmed by the sensation of his finger. "I dont think so"

"Yes, you can, sweet thing. Just relax," he coaxed, his whispers punctuated by a kiss on your clit before he climbed up to hover over you, caging you in.

"Merlin, Ominis," you gasped, breathless, "This isn't what I… asked for, uggnh—" Your words struggled to form as you felt his finger curl inside you, deftly stroking your sensitive walls.

"Pretty soon, you'll be nothing but a babbling mess, and I'll barely understand a word," he teased, his voice a blend of amusement and desire.

Frowning at his smug demeanor, you reached up to his neck, pulling him closer to your face. "Careful, Gaunt, I can still—ugh," you tried to warn, your words faltering, "I-I can still hex you."

Licking his lips, Ominis's eyes darkened, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Is that supposed to be a threat?"

"Yes. And one you'd do well to—agh!" Your protest was cut short as he slid another finger inside you, stretching you further.

His smile was a triumph as he leaned down "I'd take every hex you could ever throw at me if it means I can touch you like you this again".

You swore your stomach did a flip as redness took over your face.

A reply just sat on the tip of your tongue but before you had a chance to reply, his hands slid to the back of your neck pulling your hair at its root to expose your neck before sucking and kissing the sensitive skin.

You grunted at the feeling of his canines pressed to your throat while he plunged his long fingers mercilessly. "Fuck" You murmured. It felt so good.

You were so slick he was easily able to finger your squelching core, clenching around his digits every chance it got.

Ominis didn't want to go too hard on you yet, but unable to control his speed much longer. His fingers began to fully thrust into you, curling and hitting a squishy spot.

Suddenly he hissed as felt you rake your nails down his back while you cried out in pleasure. Grabbing the back of your neck, he muffled your cries, shoving his tongue down your throat while fingering you harder.

He wanted to be gentle, but clearly, you were going to make it impossible.

You moaned feeling a tear slide down your cheek at the overwhelming feeling. Truthfully, it stung a little, but a tight coil building up in your stomach overrode every sting you felt.

Breaking the kiss, his forehead rested against yours panting from the kiss "I can feel it. Your close".

"I..I feel something in my stomach. I don't think I can take it-anymore" You whispered, barely able to catch your breathe.

"Go ahead darling" The young Slytherin peck on the lips again smiling against them "Come for me"

You whimpered fisting the sheets beside your bed, arching onto his fingers. Suddenly, the coil in your stomach snapped as white hot blinding pleasure flew over you. Your muscles began to contract before you felt your pulsing walls close in on his digits still buried inside you. You gasped, mouth wide open eyes squeezed shut unable to make a sound from the pure bliss.

Ominis felt every wrack of your body, hearing every silent little noise you made, quietly observing your state. Nothing could compare to the beauty he was witnessing. Nothing made his pride swell up in his chest before like you did. And nothing very made him regret the state of his eyesight like you did. Even blind, you were so beautiful.

"Still quivering from the aftershocks of his touch, you gradually relaxed into the soft sheets, each breath a conscious effort to steady yourself. Ominis, tender in his movements, leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. A smile tugged at your lips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer in a silent invitation for more intimacy.

In the quiet that followed, a subtle shift brought your legs to encircle his waist, and you could feel the pronounced tension against you from his trousers.

'Ominis?' your voice was soft, yet laden with unspoken desire.

"Yes, love".

A boldness took hold of you. "Please, make love to me. Here, in this bed."

With a sharp intake of breath, Ominis jumped up and grabbed your hips, pulling them to meet his hips causing you to yelp. His tone was low but reverberated throughout the air leaving the place silent under its domineering tone" With the utmost pleasure"

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There you lay as Ominis slows his pace, feeling your uncontrollable clenching pussy squirt onto his cock like a hose.

Your entire body shook from the intense pleasure, your thighs trembling as you back arched. Ominis sinster's smirk was a strong indication if any that he felt no remorse for bringing you to your 3rd orgasm as tears slid down your already dampened cheeks, absolutely in love with how greedy your pussy clamped down on his cock.

But he was far from done. In the time he spent with you tonight in this room, somewhere he tried to be accommodating and doting as he usually was but that option flew far out the window as soon as you decided to make him cum faster by topping him.

You learned a hard lesson today. Ominis doesn't like brats.

It wasn't long before Ominis started railing you again, taking it to new heights

“wait—slow d-down Omi’—hngg!” you moan, nails clawing at his back, scraping the pale skin. He was sure he was full of marks by now that Sebastian was going to interrogate him about later, but he couldn't a give damn right now.

You felt your body recoil, pushing up against the bed with each sharp thrust as he pounded into your worn-out pussy, dragging every inch of his length in and out. Your knees were bent at your ears this time, feet dangling by his head as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs.

"Such a pretty slut aren't you? Look at how well you take my cock". You couldn't understand a thing before realizing Ominis had slipped in pareceltongue while he was plowing into you.

The forbidden language only had gush aroused even further.

“Fuck baby” he sighs “Bet that pretty pussy is just begging to be filled again”

"I cant-" your cry comes out strangled already feeling another orgasm coming. It was painful how much you clenched around his girth of cock by now.

In response, Ominis leans in, trailing a path of wet kisses up your chest. As he approaches your mouth, you instinctively lean forward, anticipating another kiss. But instead, he releases your thighs, his hands moving to grasp your hips firmly. 'One more round, darling,' he whispers against your lips. 'I'll make you come so intensely, you won't have any more sleepless nights. How does that sound?'"

At this point, you were sure Ominis was lost in the pleasure as he grounded up your saturated pussy.

"And what if I do" You whispered breathlessly

He chuckled leaning in and giving you another heart-melting kiss. You knew you were done for.

"Now that you belong to me, I can assure you you won't"

Before you had a chance to reply, Ominis deftly maneuvered you, effortlessly turning you around in the bed. You landed softly on your stomach, the sheets cool against your heated skin. His hands traced a path down your back, pausing at your ass to grasp and squeeze your flesh firmly, followed by a sharp slap that made you squeal in a mixture of surprise and arousal.

Then, without any warning, you felt him align himself, and he plunged back into you, his entry swift and decisive

Before long he's drilling into your sopping cunt, his tip kissing your womb, whispering vulgarities into your ear. The lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass and both your groans fill the room as your eyes watered at the sheer width of him.

One hand firmly gripped your hip, while his other slid up your lower back, pressing you firmly into the bed. He angled your body, creating a deep arch that allowed him to drive into you with relentless force prying your cunt open with his cock slamming into you at a bullying speed.

Your ass recoiled with every snap of his hips and soon you felt another orgasm hitting you like a spell. As it overtook you, you found yourself crying out his name, your fingers clenching the bedsheets as you convulsed around him.

Ominis grunted bringing you up to press a searing kiss as he pounded his seed into you, unleashing his load enough for it to drip down your thighs.

As the kiss broke, you both lay there, chests heaving, caught in the aftermath of the storm of passion and connection you had just weathered together

You felt utterly exhausted, and Ominis, perceiving your fatigue, showed a hint of concern. He hadn't intended to be so fervent, and despite your lack of complaints, he wondered if he had gone too far. Then, you turned towards him, gently tugging at his arms, urging him into the bed with you.

"MC—" he started, but you cut him off.

"I'm sleepy. And I don't think I'll be able to walk for a while, so the least you could do is stay the night," you murmured, your voice a mix of fatigue and affection.

Ominis's initially surprised expression softened into a smile at your words. He leaned down, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "I did make a promise, didn't I?" he said softly.

You couldn’t help but grin, pulling him down for one last gentle kiss.

'Keep your word, Ominis.'

His smile mingled with yours in the kiss, and he drew you closer, his embrace a comforting presence. 'You know I will,'

#ominis gaunt #ominis imagine #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis x reader #hogwart legacy imagines #drabble #hogwart legacy headcanons #headcanon #hogwarts legacy #hogwart legacy smut #ominis x y/n #ominis x mc #ominis smut #hogwarts legacy drabbles #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

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silentmoths · 6 months

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A vampires guide to feeding from a hemophobic partner. Ft. Neuvillette

*Pokes head out of the shadows*

Well heya. S'been a while.

What's brought this on? it started as a minor shitpost to @crystalflygeo's musings on vampire Neuv, and her mentionings of hemophobia- you know what it'll be easier to show yall.

So thats it. an elaborate shitpost.

Neuvillete x F! Reader. NSFW. Smut, general vampire goodness, Neuvillete being a fkn routine bitch because lets face it, he is.

Neuvillete could feel it. The…the pull, the desire, the need…the hunger.

The chief justice sighs as he pours over his paperwork. He would have to tell you tonight.

“Be beloved…I am hungry.” He tells you over dinner. Whilst he did not need to eat, He always made sure to prepare and join you for your evening meals…a routine one might say, he simply enjoyed spending time with his love, any spare moments he could get.

“Is that why you made steak for me tonight?” you question, knowing well his penchant for making you more Iron-rich dishes before he himself needed to feed.

Neuvillette nods solemnly, it was for your health after all; he would be remiss if he took and took only for you to become deficient. He doesn’t miss it, the sudden draining of colour from your face, or the increase in your heartbeat.

You were nervous, you always got nervous on feeding nights, and Neuvillette desperately wishes he could give you more time, but his hunger was a fickle thing, sometimes he could go weeks without needing to feed, others it was just a few days, it all hinged on how heavy his workload was. Yet he feels like more warning might be worse, because it would only psyche out his poor darling. Despite your absolute phobia of the very sight of blood, you insisted he feed off of you and you alone, an arrangement he happily complied with.

After all, whose blood better to nourish him than his darling’s?

He was always very organised when it came to this, anything for your comfort after all. After dinner and a bath, you find yourself gently tugged to bed with him, soft, nimble fingers gently massaging over your clammy skin. Sometimes you hated how afraid you were of this process, even though it had happened many many times now, without issue. You trusted Neuvillette.

You trusted the way he spoke to you, the way he held you so gently in his arms, in the way his lips slowly travel the expanse of your throat. His murmuring compliments and praise as he slips behind you, your back pressing against his chest. Considering what he was, he always felt so…warm and inviting, welcoming, despite your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

He always starts with a kiss. Most vampires prefer the side of the throat…it’s generally seen as an easier extraction point…and yet Neuvillette does not, not after discovering your aversion to blood; he instead chooses the nape, not as easy, and a little longer to extract his fill from, but this way, you never had to see a drop, and he could hold you close. “Are you ready, my darling?” At your nod, he hums, thanking you quietly before sinking his fangs in, using the light scarring from the times he’d done this before as a guide.

Your blood tastes like the finest ambrosia to him, like the first sips of water after being stranded in the desert for weeks. If he never tasted another person’s blood again in his life, and only had yours, he would die a happy man.

He rumbles softly as you whimper, it stung, of course it did, even he understood that this was not a comfortable process. His arms cross over your chest, lovingly holding you close and steady, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your exposed shoulders.

He drinks and comforts until he’s had his full, until he can feel the warmth in his cheeks return. He watches and listens to you, always keeping a constant eye on your condition, he would never ever forgive himself if he overindulged and made you suffer for it. The next part is a rather rigorous and rushed process. His fangs retract and one of his hands quickly reaches for a disinfecting wipe, the moment he pulls his lips away, he presses the wipe over the wound, cleaning it up as he coo’s softly at you.

“You did well, my darling, it’s over now…let me take care of you.” he whispers in your ear, tone thick with love and joy. He feels much better now, and it was his turn to make you feel better.

He cleans and dresses the wound with careful hands, as he cleans you up, he tries his best to clean himself up, any errant droplet of your blood on his lips is licked away. “Rest a moment my sweet, I will be right back.” He whispers to you before vanishing into the bathroom to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth. Not exactly a necessity, but if it helped abate your fears in any way? He’d do it. You’re still a little shaky when he returns, but now that he’s sure that there is nothing, no sign of blood anywhere, you couldn’t see your wound, and he didn’t smell of it, he can finally descend to pull you into his strong, yet gentle arms, so he can pepper kisses along your face and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

He’ll ask you what you want as a treat, it could be ice cream, it could be a slice of the sixteen-slice a day cake, he didn’t care how late it was, he would procure it no matter what. Anything for his darling.

This was, is and always will be, the usual routine.

However, one day, your dear Iudex, has another idea.

It starts, as all feeding evenings tend to. He cooks you a hearty, iron-rich meal, he warns you. Everything follows the usual, until you’re clean and showered, skin soft and silky from the fancy shower products he always insisted on keeping for you. (He had his own, but he was partial to body products that contained little scents.)

You sit in bed, awaiting your husband, and are taken aback when he walks in totally naked. His slim, yet sculpted physique on full display for you, pale skin unmarred by any scar or scratch, perfect in every way. “N-Neuvie?” you stammer as he crawls along the bed towards you, his gaze…sweet, yet predatory. “I thought-” “Oh my love, make no mistake, I will be feeding tonight…I just thought I’d try something…new to keep your thoughts from straying, hm?” Just what had you gotten yourself into?

Soon enough, you find yourself, face and chest pressed into the pillows your husband absolutely ploughs into you from behind, your cries muffled by the silken sheet, his hands pressing over yours, his fingers tangling between your own. You were trapped, well and truly trapped; you can't even recall the last time he’d destroyed your pussy like this.

You hear his growl from above you, and you moan for it. It wasn’t often Neuvillette lost control like this, but when he did? It was its own form of ecstasy.

You’re so caught in pleasure, you never once felt the prick of his fangs, the only indicator of a change was the way his hands moved to press your chest into the bed further, holding your top half still whilst he continues to thrust into your sopping cunt like it was the last thing he’d ever do. You orgasm with a scream of his name before falling limp, fuzzy and barely-conscious against the sheets, only able to moan weakly when his hips snap forward, burying his cock as deep into you as it can before he cums, filling you with his hot seed.

That’s when you expect him to bite, when you’re in this soft, gauzy space of post orgasm. Yet he simply quietly tends to you, you feel the usual dressing gently press over the back of your neck and you blink in confusion.

“N-neuvie-” you whimper, his response is to gently take your hand and press a kiss to your knuckles.

“It’s all over, my love. You did so well, you didn’t even notice.”

“W-wha..?”

You watch as he slowly rolls you over onto your back, giving your aggrieved spine a break after all that bending and arching. He reaches for the pitcher of water by the bedside, pouring you a glass first and helping you take small sips, before he takes a glass for himself, it wasn't quite his teeth-brushing routine, but for once, he didn’t feel it wholly necessary.

You’re shocked, you really hadn’t felt it, there wasn't any pain.. “So.” He practically purrs as he leans over you to rub his nose against yours “what does my darling beloved want as her reward?” He asks, shifting some of his silky white hair from his face.

“C-could we…do it like this more often?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. This was so…out of the ordinary for him, to change up the routine…so you figure you might as well change up the reward.

He tilts his head at you before chuckling, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips as his hands move down to your back, massaging at the sore spots and making you groan appreciatively.

“I think that can be arranged.”

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that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer · 4 months

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Your Optimus' Older sister, and he's always looked up to you even as a Prime headcannons

When Optimus was "born" you were still young, you could remember holding him

Basically you guys were inseparable since you were young

You helped him get through his schooling and a job at the archives actually

You were kinda like that embarssing mom, especially infront of Femmes you caught him glancing often

"Ooo is that your little-" "no! No! No!"

In an honest respect you both have each others back, you've been there for every big ceremony he's been apart of.

He told you about becoming a prime first

You were more than proud of him.

And even as a Prime he really still found you a roll model

Always looking up to you like he did when you were both younger, either it be in battle or in simply speaking.

Its unfortunate but you both broke apart with the wars final days

He to earth and you, well he didnt know exactly what had happened to you

He hadnt forgot about you, but pushed you to the back of his mind.

Maybe he hoped you'd find your way to him like all those times you did when he got lost as a youngling, telling him it'd be okay as he cried scared he had lost you forever

"I always come back. Don't I Orion?"

What a way to run back into each other, back on earth that is

Everyones shocked to be honest.

They had never known Optimus had a sister, none the less one so different from him.

Also. He showing a happy emotion? Its a good day

"Still light as ever I see!"

Not you picking him up in a hug, basically embarssing him.

The bots were glad to have another well rounded fighter

And Miko was just glad to meet another kick ass bot

"Optimus has a sister? And that sister is you?"

"Bam! Right on the dot! Me and ol Blue and Red here! Together again! Huh?"

Despite your outgoingness you do keep silent, they've realized Optimus started doing your little finger on the chin thing as you think

"I didn't think Femmes could be so tall."

"You're just mad because she's taller than you, Jackie."

Tall femme supremacy

"So! What did you do on Cybertron?" Miko asked happily.

"Do?" Y/n questioned hands on her hips, "what do you mean do?"

"I bet you were a Wrecker like Bulkhead and Wheeljack! Are you a prime?"

"Oh my occupation!" Y/n smiled as she thought, finger holding her chin in thought, "well i did a number of things, anything to get some energon on the table."

"I thought you and Orion lived in Iacon." Raffle spoke.

Y/n nodded, "We did. Didn't mean it was easy. I did do a number of things Im not proud of Anything for my little brother." Y/n answered with a smile.

"I was more than happy to ruin my own reputation and life to get him where he needed to be." Y/n spoke.

"Wow." Jack responded, "I'd wish I had siblings like you."

Y/n smiled with a nod, "never break up a set. I use to tell him that all the time."

Megatron? Terrified of you

Mostly because you've been able to kick his aft more than once in his life time

Picking up your injured brother

Protecting your injured brother

Taking the shot for your injured brother

Ratchet came out of base to even get Optimus immediate medical attention, but you snapped back and wouldn't let anyone touch him as you held him close

Ratchet knew you before hand so it was a bit helpful that he knew all the things you been through.

Arcee argues with you for it

"You could of gotten Optimus Killed!' She shouted at Y/n, pointing a demanding digit at Arcee.

"I know what Im doing. Back off!" Y/n demanded, "and don't point at me."

She slapped Arcee's servo away.

"You shouldn't even be here! You're a liability! You don't help in anyway and disrespectful Optimus!"

"Disrespect? I'd kill myself before I ever disrespected my little brother-"

"Thats just it! He's a leader not your little brother! Not no more! He thinks your embarrassing!"

"Oh please." Y/n spoke

"You're just dead weight-"

"Thats enough!" Ratchet demanded pulling the two apart.

"If Orion thinks Im such of a dead weight. He can tell me. And I'll leave." Y/n spoke, "and I won't come back."

"His name is Optimus." Arcee argued.

"And thats where you miss." Y/n defended, "This isnt just a discussion about war. This'll be a discuss about family."

You ended up leaving after dicussing it with Optimus

"But Y/n I don't understand why you are leaving"

You didnt tell him what had happen.

"It's just best for the team. If you need me, Im a comn link away."

It's almost like a big sister going off to college, but instead of coming back after 4 years, you won't come back at all

Kinda just fell off the face of the earth again :(

He never did comn you, and you never did come back.

He felt as if he's disappointed you in some way

That could be the only reason you left in such a way

Sure though, he'd find you again on the feild.

In a cave specifically, slumped against a wall, sword at your side, dead cons around you.

Sure, you did defeat all the cons, evident by the slashed chasis, decapitications, and sliced off body parts.

Turns out just one too many injuries got you this time around.

How his spark ached seeing you in such a stature

Never to see you alive again, never able to repay such a debt he had as you being his big sister

It's even more unfortunate that he never learns of why you truly left

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slutt4ellie · 2 months

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Sacred Hearts Entwined

PT2 Faithful Whispers

Ellie Williams x Reader

Part 1 -> ✞

Part 3 -> ✞

What do you do when you’re falling hopelessly in love with your best friend.?

Summery: Ellie was supposed to be a friend, are the feelings that are corrupting you worth it? Why did you kiss her, why even risk it. Now you’re going to lose her.

Warnings -> A lot of Homophobia / arraigned marriage/ angst / Controlling parents / d slur is mentioned! / (lmk if I missed anything else!)

Tag list: @a-little-bit-of-everybody @bready101 @lenaloveslesbians

WC: 3.8k

(Not proofread)

(Ellie)

My mouth tastes like iron and everything is numb, it went from pure lust to rage and anger in a matter of seconds. I just keep thinking, “Could I have prevented it?”. Should I have pushed her back as soon as our lips met, tell her this is wrong, everything that my parents would have strongly preferred. Am I the one who fucked up in the end…? It’s not like it matters anyway, I can still hear the muffled yells coming from downstairs, he's arguing with my mom, she's against the boarding school idea, she believes I was corrupted or something, she fully believes they can fix me, no correction system needed. My dad on the other hand wants me gone, he can’t even bear to look me in my eyes. I’m like some foreign alien that just snuck inside our house and took its place as me, I know for a fact as of now he wishes he could just find the “Real me”.

(30 minutes previously)

As I heard the door swing open I quickly pushed Ellie back, wiping my lips, my eyes now meeting with her father. Shit. I step back looking at him wondering if he even saw us. He quickly talks, his voice strained, filled with anger “What were you guys doing?” Ellie looks at me, her eyes already filled with tears, all I wanted to really do was just hug her, he quickly yells “I SAID WHAT WERE YOU GUYS DOING!” I just shake my head and spit out “Nothing!” My voice is filled with nervousness and it feels like I just embarrassed myself. “I should have known, you guys were always too close, having sleepovers and sleeping in the same bed!” Ellie just spits out wiping her own tears “There’s nothing going on dad! We’re friends!” Then his attention fully shifts to me, he steps closer to the point where I need to step back in order to not make any contact. It’s like something just shifts, like he figured the “truth”.

“All those sleepovers, were you guys-” I almost immediately shut down what he was about to say, my voice now more stable. “No!” And as I finish my sentence he grabs my collar which makes tears instantly form in my eyes. “You ruined her. Ellie wasn’t like this before you.” I hated that argument, we met at six, nothing was even there, none of those feelings were even formed until almost 9 years later. It was bullshit, and for some stupid reason I spit that out “Thats fucking bullshit!”. I covered my mouth right after finishing the sentence, I just dug my own grave and that realization was becoming apparent. His grip on my collar tighten and he gets uncomfortably close to my face “You’re a fucking dyke, and you had to drag Ellie into that.” I can see Ellie step forward, her head peeking over his shoulder, tears still streaming down her face as her eyes get puffy and red “Dad let her go! Please” I can’t help but feel like I ruined Ellies life, I was the one who leaned in and kissed her and now- now we're both going to be sent away.

Unlucky for me Ellie's dad doesn't even pay attention to anything she's saying all his attention is fully focused on me “You’ll never see her again.” The way he says it sticks to the back of mind, because I know it's true, the chances of me and Ellie ever even being friends again is most likely over. So now I start crying. It feels like I just lost everything in less than an hour. Ellie grabs him and attempts to pull him back, but as soon as she even lays a finger on her he turns around slapping her with no hesitation.

Ellies nose starts bleeding and her cheek glows red, and once his attention isn't on me and his grip is loose I run over to Ellie as she cuffs her nose. I quickly rolled up my sleeve to wipe the blood from her nose. I talk stuttering over every word “fuck- are- Ellie are yo- are you okay?” I’m now starting to hyperventilate on the brink of a panic attack but Ellie just nods fast. Ellie’s dad immediately rushes over to us, and no not to help Ellie, he rushes over to grab me by the back of my shirt to pull me away from Ellie. “LEAVE” He yells at me, but this time I don’t budge, Ellie is still fucking bleeding and all his attention is still focused on me, he won’t even look at Ellie.

I push him back literally just trying to make sure Ellie is okay but before I even can, she spits out “Just leave..” her voice is quivering and cracking, I can tell she just doesn’t want me to get hurt. So I finally stepped back. I can tell just by the way she's looking at me this is goodbye, at least for a while..

(Present)

I get home and just by the way my parents are watching me I can tell Ellie's parents called them, I assumed they would, at the end of the day as soon as we got caught kissing I knew everything was fucked. “You and Ellie, you’re fucking sneaking around dating” My dad says stepping closer to me, my energy just completely gone and I sigh tiredly not being able to take this outdated homophobic shit. “Me and Ellie are frie-” My mom talks fast, not even allowing me to finish my sentence “YOU WERE KISSING HER, YOU. SNUCK. OUT.” She yells at me standing beside my dad, I can’t even defend myself. What do I even say “We were hugging!” I can’t do anything in this situation. My dad talks again “Pack your bags, we’re leaving in the morning” as my dad finishes my sentence I start tearing up once again. “Where am I even going!?” I yell at them, my respect is now gone, there’s zero point if I'm being sent away. Instead of answering my dad holds out his hand, his palm laying flat. “Phone” I look at him “What?” he now yells “PHONE” I pull it out of my pocket throwing it in his hand before going up the stairs quickly before slamming the door shut.

I open my closet finding the box with all the stuff I don't want my parents EVER finding, pods, weed, vapes, etc. The one thing that was genuinely the most important thing was my pink Ipod touch mini from when I was 8. I always had it in case I got grounded and wanted to talk to friends, the good thing was I knew Ellie had one too, a blue one she got to match me, so for that reason as soon as I unlock it, I disregard everything else and just start texting her.

You

4:17 - Ellie, are you good??

4:18 - Pls answer

Ellie

4:19 - Parents r arguing, i think i'm gonna go to a boarding school

You

4:19 - I’m being sent away

Ellie

4:20 - What?!

4:20 - Where??

You

4:20 - idfk they won't even tell me

4:21 - im so fucking sorry

Ellie

4:21 - why are you even sorry??

You

4:22 - because i started the whole thing

4:22 - If i didn’t kiss u we would be fine rn

Ellie

4:23 - dont fucking talk like that

4:23 - if u didn’t kiss me then i would have been overthinking everything rn

You

4:24 - well we’d still be able to hang out

Ellie

4:24 - well we can figure it out?

You

4:26 - Ellie I don't even know where the boarding school is

4:26 - chances r no service, and i wont be able to bring my phone theyre definitely gonna search my suitcase

Ellie

4:26 - then we’ll send fucking letters idfk

You

4:27 - send letters w no address?

Ellie

4:27 - js stop??

4:27 - we’ll figure something out dude???

You

4:29 - Ellie..

Ellie

4:29 - stop

4:29 - dont fucking add “…”

4:29 were gna be fine?

You

4:30 - u know love you

Ellie

4:30 - i know that

4:30 - i dont wanna lose u

You

4:31 - It’ll be alright, we’ll meet each other again and it will be fine

4:32 - promise.

Ellie

4:32 - I love you

Once you see that final message the gravity of the situation becomes way more tense, the last time you saw Ellie she was bleeding from her nose crying . You start packing your bags wiping tears trying to silently cry, not wanting your parents to come in. You caused this whole situation, you knew you did. If you never called her that word, you would have never snuck out, you wouldn't have kissed her, her dad wouldn’t have caught you, and chances are everything would be “perfect” at least to a degree..all you could do is stare around your room now just realizing how half of your room was covered in her

And not pictures, just resonances are her, pictures she drew of you, stuffed animals she bought, clothes you stole that still have her scent on it, everything around you had Ellie in it, she made you who you are. And as you look around your room, your eyes land on that polaroid picture. The picture was of you two, the sunset in the back and you’re just both smiling shoulder to shoulder.

(Summer, 15 years old)

The wind was blowing on your skin as your hair flew all around the back of your neck, Ellie was in front of you riding on her bike “Come on we're gonna miss it'' She yells trying to usher you to bike faster “The sun won’t set that fast relax!” You groan trying to push faster. “I don’t care! We’re going to miss it so push fucking faster!” She pushes faster than you so you now have to try and match her pace. “Holy shit! Can you slow down” She shakes her head and just goes faster until you guys finally make it. It’s actually really beautiful, the sun setting reflecting off the water as the pink sky illuminates all their surroundings. “Shit..” You sigh fully out of breath and Ellie just smiles at you barely watching the sunset, then you finally turn to look at her “I did not bike all the way here for you to stare at me Ellie” Her whole face turns red and she looks away “I’m not even looking at you, I just think you look gross when you’re all sweaty” The words were

slightly harsh but you try to laugh it off “Ha ha, when did you become such a comedian!” Ellie looks back at you “Oh fuck off” You smile and walk closer to the water “Wait- what are you doing??” she says looking at you quickly running up beside you “Well you said I look sweaty so i'm going to go into the water?” Ellie sorta nods at the response “Well we don’t have bathing suits” You smile at the response “Okay?” You say taking off your shirt leaving you in just a bra. Ellie quickly turns around not looking at you. “I-uh, people” Ellie says and you just shrug “No one comes here like ever, it’s backroads?” You take off your jeans throwing them on the sand and shortly after Ellie then does the same as you not turning around since it’s awkward. “Are you looking?” Ellie asks nervously unbuttoning her own jeans “Oh yeah, hardcore staring actually!” You joke not even batting an eye towards her.

Ellie walks into the water immediately saying “Holy shit! Dude its so fucking cold!!” You laugh and impulsively splash her, getting her whole face wet. “Fuck you!” Ellie laughs jumping forward in the water taking you down with her getting you and her both fully soaked “Stop!” You laugh trying to tackle her in the water when you grab her shoulders and you both just stop trying to fight, only focusing on each other. It’s filled with silence, not awkward silence though, just the sound of the waves splashing against the shore and the breathing coming from both of your mouths..neither of you even broken eye contact..

You move your hand on her face moving a loose strand of hair out of Ellie's eyes, her whole face turns red just by the touch of you plus the intense eye contact doesn’t help. Ellie slightly leans in, not enough for it to be deemed weird but enough so now your faces are closer. You basically naturally do the same, so now at this point you're just mere inches from each other's lips. The moment comes to a short end though when a loud honking comes from the street causing you to both flinch back. The honk leads you to talk to fill the now awkward silence “We should head back, suns basically down” You smile backing away from Ellie moving your hands off her shoulder, Ellie just nods not speaking. You didn’t know it but Ellie felt like a complete idiot that day, she just simply wished she leaned in closing the gap between your lips..

(Present)

You just fully start crying all over the polaroid, the memories flood back and you start to wonder why you guys didn’t just kiss. Let alone act like it happened, even though you guys didn’t talk about that moment you both had a mutual understanding that it would be weird to talk about it again? There was no point. You were always so dumb with your feelings, that's why it took so unbelievably long to finally start to accept that maybe you don’t think of Ellie as just some friend. Your mind is rightfully scattered and you start to think things like “If we kissed then would everything be different right now?” “Would we be together?”. You quickly shut down those thoughts, it’s not what matters right now, you don’t have a time machine and you can’t go back, plus right now you’re way too focused on the fact you have to somehow keep in contact with Ellie you guys talked almost everyday and now there’s a chance that there might be a forever absence of her presence..what are you even supposed to do?

Pack up the 10 years of friendship. Find a guy to marry just to get your parents approval, it’s not fair that way. You can’t just lose her..So found your mind was wondering the whole night thinking

of ways you could be together until you ultimately fell asleep, praying to wake up in an alternate universe where Ellie is holding you, a world where it’s just you and her.

You wake up feeling groggy and out of place, the sun shining on you through the sheer curtains hitting right on your left eyeball. You groan and sit up not even having a minute of peace before your mom comes into your room, not even knocking. “Get dressed, the taxi is going to be here in 20 minutes” You look at her, reality finally setting again. “Where am I going..?” You try again, looking at her when she finally answers “Boarding school in Europe.” Your heart immediately sinks..”Europe?” Your voice shakes, you make eye contact with her, you want your mom to see how this is hurting you, the tears settling in your eyes. “It’s furthest away from here, so yes.” She looks at you, not an ounce of pity in her voice, she doesn’t care what you think, and there's nothing you can say to change her mind.

“All this because I kissed Ellie..?” It’s the first time you’re actually saying it out loud and you hate yourself because it feels so wrong, and it's not because you don’t like Ellie, or you completely regret kissing her, it’s because of the look your mom gave you after you finished the sentence. It’s a look that has disgust and utter disappointment lingering all throughout it. It made you feel like you're some monster, who just wished death upon her or something. She replied her voice is still filled with disappointment. “There’s something wrong with you, and these people will fix you sweetie, I promise.” She takes a step forward and rubs your cheek yet you don’t hesitate to push her hand off. “Nothing is wrong with me!” Your mom steps back and looks at you trying to talk to you softly but realistically it was just some condescending tone that tried to convince you that you were in the wrong “Hun, Ellie and you, you guys are both sick, and it’s okay, once you both get help you’re going to understand where all of us are coming from.” You feel like you’re going to explode “Sick” she’s acting like this is some cold that will blow over and a fucking week.

“Can you get out.” You say no longer making eye contact with her, you can't bear to at this point. “What?” She says almost confused, probably thinking “I didn’t even do anything wrong”. So you talk again this time standing up “Well I need to get changed, so can you get out” You say looking at her. She just nods while walking out. You quickly get dressed and grab your suitcase, it hurts to know you won’t see this room for at least a year.

As you're walking downstairs your dad doesn't even look at you, he just holds open the door and grabs your suitcase, throwing it into the taxi. You look at both of your parents, your mom gives you a hug but you're pity so you obviously don’t hug back. Your dad will not even look at you, it’s like you’re a fucking disappointment in his eyes..

And as you get into your car and drive away, it can’t help but hurt leaving your childhood house, neighborhood, friends, but most importantly Ellie. All the memories would fade and be replaced with new ones. It all sucked, and what was worse was that you didn’t know it now but it would be 3 years till you went back.

I was sixteen then and now I'm nineteen. As soon as I saw “Welcome to Westborough” it almost felt eerie, my smile just instantly faded . “You okay?” My fiancé chuckles holding my hand. I quickly nod “Yeah of course” I give a simple smile. James. It was all my parents' idea. When you were 17 your parents came up with the golden Idea to get married. It would get you not so focused on her. So that's when that's where he came in. It was my moms friend's son. You’ve met him a few times. He was always nice but marrying him?! Marrying him felt so out of place. You didn’t even know him..so you just kept on denying him and it came to the point where my parents ended up forcing you, they said if you didn’t they would cut all contact, they would start telling your family the real reason why you went to Europe and you would end up losing everyone. So you agreed and at 18 he proposed and you two have been living in Europe for the time being. You felt like you just couldn’t go back to Westborough, too much has happened.

So when the ones who forced you out of Westborough wanted you to come back to have your wedding you were silently fuming. “Soo you’re going to show me your childhood home?” James asks, smiling lightly, kissing your neck. You just sorta smile “Guess so?” You say looking out the window as you guys pull up to your house with your parents already standing on the porch. You don't even want to get out, you know Ellie most definitely has her own life and it’s probably a low chance she still even lives here but everything about being back seems so scary.

You get out of the taxi and James goes to get your guy’s luggage as you walk up hugging your mom. You look at your dad and sorta smile, your guy's relationship has never been the same since the situation. You still believe he thinks of you as a completely different person. James walks up and shakes his hand “Hey son!” Your dad smiles at James. You walk into the house and James follows you “Where’s your room?” He smiles looking at you “Just upstairs i'll show you” He follows you upstairs walking in as he puts down your suitcase.

You look around yourself noticing they haven’t touched anything, it looks like your parents didn’t even go into your room once. James walks over to your desk noticing the polaroid flat on your desk, you turn over to look at him and he softly says “Who’s this?” You walk up to him looking at the polaroid of you and Ellie on the beach and you shrug. “Just an old friend” He looks at her “Were you two close?” You sorta hate yourself for what you're about to say “No not really, just friends for a few months.” You only say this simply because you don’t wanna say why you never told him about a friendship that lasted 10 years, it would be too much for him..and you..

It shortly faded into the night, James and your dad went out to bond or something? You don’t even really know they just said that they’re heading out for a little. You look at your watch rubbing your eyes while yawning “10:47pm” you mumble under your breath standing up..As you walk outside of your room you hear the tv going off from the first floor so you quietly go downstairs to see your mom passed out on the couch.

It sucks because you feel like you should hate her. Your whole life has constantly been controlled by your parents, they sent you away at 16 because you were “sick”. You just try to remind yourself her parents probably made her like this, so you grab a blanket and put it on your mom. You sigh walking to the front door and start putting on your jacket, you just need to walk. So that's what you do for the next 10 minutes until you make it into town, stuff has stayed the exact same, which works out in your favor because you know where the closet bar is! You open the door and there's only like 5 people in now 6 including you..And as you look over at the front bar you notice the bartender isn’t even there, you sorta just groan but reluctantly walk over and sit down. You're just looking down at the bar table when you hear the kitchen door open and a girl says “Sorry to keep you wait-” You wonder why she stopped so you decide to look up.

The girl is no other than Ellie..

A/N -> ts took so long for actually no reason 😭

again there will probably be another part since it ends on a cliffhanger, just lmk if u wanna be in the tag list and i’ll add u!!

I will also probably be making another story, i have a rough draft for it right now but i don’t rlly no what to do with the plot, that story will again also most likely have more then one part!

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ilovedilfsandleonkennedy · 5 months

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been a while since i posted anything on here so let me give u guys a lil recap of my life and this little boy i met.

so on august 30th 2023 i apologized for being so inactive because i got a boyfriend (let me tell u im still shocked i made it that far into my teenage years). boy oh boy let me tell you alllll about him.

i met him july 21st 2023 and he asked me to be his gf in the night of august 19th 2023.

we were both dancing and laughing and drinking with our friends and it was the best night of all summer breaks ive ever had. i still cherish these memories and i wish nothing more than to go back and relive it one more time.

ive been together with this boy for about 3 months now and these months have been very much the happiest months of my life. i love him so much, so so much, so much that it scares me sometimes because hes become such a big part of my routine that its impossible for me to imagine not having him with me at all times so either hes gonna be my husband and we´ll say the most beautiful, maybe goofy but still cute vows at the day of our wedding or hes gonna be the biggest, down to earth shattering heartbreak of my entire life.

and i know some of you might say "gosh, chill out.. its ONLY 3 months, wtf are u on, boys come and go bla bla" and yeah maybe ur right but honestly, never in my life have been treated THIS good in just 3 months that it shocks me sometimes because it just feels like weve known each other since wayyyy longer.

the first time i saw him, when i took him into my sight, it just clicked.

like a ching *hotel transylvanian reference*

hes my first love and i am his. he has beautiful hair, such beautiful, gorgeous curly hair and its so soft, every time i run my fingers through his hair it feels like i have arrived in heaven, like silk between my fingers. his eyes are the most beautiful, bright eyes i have ever seen in this whole, wideee universe and i can still see them even though hes 6 feet tall and im just 5`3 (but thats not the point ok im still very tall yall). he claims theyre brown but theyre greenish brownish actually and i know that because ive stared into this mans eyes for longer than i can count.

and i could go on and on but i think u get my point..

i love him and i never felt this way about anyone. hes the one that brought my spark back and hes the one and only reason for me to keep going, hes my first thought in the morning when i wake up and my last thought at night when i go to sleep to see him in my dreams, my dreamy, wonderful, wonderful boy.

anyways, before i yap wayyyyy to much for ur guys liking that was it and if youre struggling with love at the moment, dont lose hope, the only thing u need is patience.

love, d.

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contentconsumer · 2 years

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but you don’t like coffee?

a/n: just something to get me back into writing and rn i’m crushing so hard on steve harrington, maybe a future series? just some fluff lol, not my gif!

word count: 1k(ish)

requested?: no, requests are closed but ships are OPEN

pairing: steve harrington x reader

warnings?: usual stranger things vibes/warnings, steve being wholesome,

summary: mutual pinning between the scoops ahoy worker and the barista across the food court.

robin was sick and tired of watching steve stare at the new girl across the mall. ever since you started working at a cafe opposite scoops ahoy in the food court, steve had suddenly taken a new found enthusam for being on the front desk - and robin wasn’t stupid, she had noticed his ‘slightly creepy’ staring at the poor girl who she remembered from their shared timed in high school. what was also creeping robin out was the fact steve was now early to his shifts, steve was many things but early was not one of them. robin’s breaking point was when she picked up on the fact steve had stopped trying to hit on every teenage girl who entered a 5 foot radius.

on this particular wednesday robin could make out your figure clearing tables, simply minding your own business, with a sigh she turns to face steve who’s eyes are already following you, “why don’t you just talk to her?” “talk to who?” steve tries to play dumb, “the cafe girl you’ve been ooggling for the past 2 weeks” “her name is Y/N” “oh, she has a name!” robin claps her hands sarcastically, “brillant, so enlighten me - why do you know her name?” “because we went to high school with her” steve raises an eyebrow finally taking his gaze of you to stare at robin, “steve, do you really expect me to believe you remember a girl from high school who you probably never spoke to.” “how do you know i never spoke to her?” steve counters “did you ever speak to her?” “no, but-” “there is no but, why do you know her name? oh my god- have you been stalking this poor girl?” “what? NO! i just may have started visiting their cafe everyday before or after my shift” steve admits somewhat sheepishly “so you’re telling me that you’ve spoken to this girl” robin gestures wildly with her hands, “but not asked her out of made a move? thats not very king steve of you” she uses quotation marks with her fingers, “look, i’ve tried but she’s just” steve looks around exasperatedly, “different” robin gasps, “she makes you nervous” “no, i never said that!” “but that’s what it is, isn’t it? isn’t it?” robin repeated over and over poking steve in the side causing steve to lose his temper and bickering to occur, what they don’t realise while caught up in their argument is you walking into the store, in fact neither of them have any clue you’re there until you cough slightly and mumble a very quiet, ‘excuse me’.

the pair in front of you physically jump apart at the sound of your voice, “sorry i um didn’t mean to scare y’all” you cringe, “i was just wondering if you guys had any spare whipped cream we’ve ran out? i know it sounds so stupid but theres this kid at the cafe i work at right now having a full on meltdown because i said i couldn’t put any on his hot chocolate and i swear to god if i have to listen to a 2 year old screech in my fucking ear one more time i’m gonna loose it” you press your lips together offering a smile after your small rant.

for once in her life robin decides to actively help steve out by giving him the chance to reply to you yet after an awkward amount of silence she glances at him out of the corner of her eye to find his cheeks a deep crismon, he is nervous, she thinks before deciding to cut in to help whatever the fuck is going on, “uh yeah we do, i’ll go grab some!” she wanders off leaving you and steve again in silence, slightly cursing him to do something - anything.

you cannot take much more of steve’s gawking at you, “so how's it going?” you offer a conversation starter, this helps snap steve out of his daze, “uh yeah, it’s um, it’s going - h-h-how are you?” he slightly stumbles over his words and you can see a red creep up his neck, “yeah i’m good” and soon you fall into a small conversation in which you decide to ask, “i was actually wondering if maybe you want-” “i got it!” robin reappears cutting off your almost-date proposal, with a sigh you slap on a smile and take the cream from her, “thanks so much,” you start to back out of the store, “oh and steve? i’ll have your regular ready for you tomorrow” you smile, “you’re a lifesaver” steve calls after you, his mind racing through what just happened and if you were going to ask what he thought you were going to, “your regular?” robin cocks an eyebrow, “black coffee.” steve mumbles, “steve!” robin exclaims “you don’t even like coffee!” “i might” “no you don’t and that’s a fact! once i let you try some of mine to which you said and i quote it tastes like ‘satans asshole’” “well maybe it’s grown on me” “no,” robin tuts “Y/N has grown on you” robin teases, “yeah well you ruined that chance,” steve pouts slightly, “what?” his best friend stares blankly at him, “she was gonna ask me something but you cut her off with your stupid cream!” “she asked for the cream!” “well you couldn’t wait 5 minutes?” steve shrugs with wide eyes waving his arms manically.

you wander back across the mall, and a sigh escapes your lips once you get back to your cafe, where your friend and co-worker is staring at you with an expectant gaze, “well?” she asks, to which you shake your head, “i didn’t get to ask him, i got interrupted.” “ah too bad kid,” Y/B/F says ruffling, “well there's always tomorrow, when he comes in for his coffee which he throws away after talking to you” “yeah” you giggle, “there’s always tomorrow” “and once he says yes to going out with you please stop staring at him across the food court, you’re making many families and myself uncomfortable with you eye undressing” “hey!” you get defensive “i don’t eye-” “yes, yes you do Y/N” a blush covers your face, “in my defense, i think it’s the hair” this leaves both you and your coworker in an abundance of laughter all while robin and steve are back in another argument, going back and forth about how ‘robin ruined the moment’.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things masterlist #stranger things ship #contentconsumer #steve x reader #steve imagine #robin #robin buckley #stranger #things

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puhpandas · 6 months

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Halloween Spirit

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Evan learns that the spirit of Halloween comes with enjoying spending time with people you love during the season, and thats why he'd never felt anything of the sort with Michael and his father. 🍫🎃🕷

"Have you ever been to Spirit Halloween?" Gregory asks him someday when they're hanging out at his house. Evan looks up from one of Gregory's drawings he was coloring in and tilts his head.

"No." Evan replies after a moment. And hes never wanted to, either. Not only would getting there mean either his Father or Michael would have to take him, but he knows Michael gets all of the scary masks he terrifies Evan with there. Plus that there are animatronics with uncanny molds and bloody faces and long fingers and black cloaks that jump out and scream at you.

So hes never really had an urge to go. Hence why he's literally never been.

"Never?!" Gregory exclaims when he learns about it. He jumps up off of his bed, shaking his head. "Evan, going to Spirit Halloween is like... it's like a major life event. Its tradition. You go to Spirit Halloween every year during the season to get pumped for it."

"I've never heard of that." Evan replies. "I've just... never had a reason to go."

He purposefully leaves out all the reasons he never has wanted to go. He doesnt want to be a Debbie Downer.

"Well now you do." Gregory tells him. He grabs the sketchbook out of Evan's hands, setting it on his comforter and then yanking Evan off the bed with suprising strength. "I'm taking you to Spirit Halloween today. No take backs."

Evan yelps, and only narrowly avoids eating carpet. "I never even agreed in the first place." Evan points out. After he doesnt pull away, Gregory let's him go to slide his shoes on. "But... sure. I'll go with you."

"Yes!" Gregory pumps a fist, slipping a navy hoodie on. With a faint smile at Gregory's excitement, Evan stays how he is, already wearing a plenty warm wool sweater. All he has to do is pull his own converse on and they're out the door.

"How have you never been?" Gregory comments when they've set off, following the sidewalk. The trees have long since all turned reds and oranges and yellows, and they flutter in the pleasant breeze the Autumn season is producing. Pumpkins and skeletons and spiderwebs decorate every yard theyve passed, and store windows hold those jelly stick-on's. "Pretty much everyone has."

"Nobody's ever taken me." Evan replies, shrugging. "My family doesnt really decorate. Especially now that its just us."

Before, when his Mom and Elizabeth were still living with them, there would be the occasional decorating. Elizabeth would whine and push for something seasonal to celebrate and his parents would cave and buy some cheap decorations to sling up around the house. But that was years ago, when he was a much younger kid. Now, hes thirteen, and its just him, Michael, and their Father.

Evan dares to think Michael would actually like to have decorations up. It's just that he believes he's 'too cool' for things like that. He's always enjoyed Halloween, if not for access to extra scary masks then to run around town with his friends to spook other innocent children. Plus, the king size candy bars he always brings home have to mean something.

Evan's never really had a reason to like it when every time he'd dress up he'd be made fun of in some sort of way, and then actively targeted as soon as he'd step outside. Plus, everything Michael likes about Halloween, Evan dislikes.

But Evan dares to believe this year will be different. The reason being right next to him.

"God, your family is so boring." Gregory groans. "Nobody even took you like... when you were a kid years ago?"

"Nope."

"Ugh." Gregory makes a face, slinging an arm around Evan's shoulder. "Well thats why you dont like Halloween. Because your family has always sucked too bad to let you enjoy it."

Evan nods sagely, knowing its true. His family always makes Halloween what they do or dont do. And usually, Evan's never cared enough to wish for a better, more seasonal holiday. He's always been too worried about other things to be in any sort of joyful mood.

"Well, dont worry about it right now, alright?" Gregory tells him, shooting him a grin. "This year you'll get to experience real Halloween. We'll get you a costume and take you to see cool stuff, and you'll get to do stuff like carve pumpkins and bake cookies with us."

Evan's eyes widen at the influx of activities. He's only ever done maybe a couple of those throughout his whole life.

He looks at Gregory earnestly, brain already flashing with images of Evan laughing and smiling, flinging cookie batter at Gregory, costume shopping without the lingering paranoia, and digging his hands inside a pumpkins guts.

The promise of having fun with people he actually likes, who like him back is so overwhelming, he almost tears up.

He pushes it down, offering Gregory a wobbly smile. "That... that sounds fun."

"It always is!" Gregory boasts, and Evan is convinced he can see stars in his eyes. "Man, I wish Ness were here. I really want her to meet you. It would be so cool spending Halloween with both of you.

There goes another mention of the infamous older-sister-away-at-college. Evan's heard a few of those, but it's not what he focuses on in that moment.

Something about Gregory putting him on the same level as his biological sibling makes something warm and fluttery bloom in Evan's stomach.

"You'll get to introduce me someday." Is all Evan manages to get out, and he almost backtracks at the implication in his sentence that Gregory will be willing to stick by him that long. But Gregory just smiles, shakes his shoulders a bit, and goes "She'll love you."

Evan hides his smile in the collar of his sweater. If Gregory is so sure, Evan cant wait to meet her, too.

It's not long at all afterwards that they finally make it to the store. Evan thinks it looks very bare bones, compared to how Gregory was describing it, but Gregory just says not to judge a book by its cover.

Gregory was right. The inside is what counts.

Halloween decorations fill very inch, gravestones and spiderwebs and skeletons waiting to greet you. There are tons of different mini-sets around the store with animatronics, and despite how Evan stays as far away from the animatronics as possible, Gregory's excitement over them make him feel better about how creepy they are.

Evan's favorite section though has to be the costume wall.

It's just a shelf full of silly costumes stuffed in bags from floor to ceiling, and it stretches across almost the entire store.

"Ness and I used to spend hours here just making fun of the costumes." Gregory had said after bringing him to it. "Look at the model on this one."

Then he'd pointed at a dumb looking werewolf, and when Evan had burst out laughing, they'd kept going.

The daylight outside slowly fizzles out in the corner of Evan's vision, in the foreground. That gray, cloudy sky that comes with Autumn fading into a dark, deep blue. By the time its their turn to leave, Evan's cheeks hurt from smiling and his throat is dry from how much he had talked and laughed.

Before they go, Gregory insists on buying Evan a Halloween sweater, no matter how much he'd protested. It's another thing he insists is tradition.

When Gregory didnt budge, Evan caved and chose a really soft black one with and orange collar and a Jack-o-lantern in the middle. Gregory had chosen one for himself, then proceeded to get attached to one of the plastic inaccurate skeleton animals and buy it too. They'd named the little dog with bone ears and a bone nose Davey.

Evan never imagined that this is what the spirit of Halloween is like, but he feels it now more than he ever has. It reminds him of those Christmas movies he'd see on TV where the lesson would be that the true meaning of Christmas is spending time with your family.

As sad as it sounds, Evan never understood those. But he thinks he gets it now.

Because the contrast between last year and this year is so stark. It's not the fact that he went to a Halloween store. If he'd gone last year with Michael and his Father, he would have been miserable, because Michael would try to make him be. This year, he had fun looking at silly stuff with Gregory.

Its only now, when Gregory is handing cash over to the employee behind the counter, who'd just bagged their sweaters and Davey, that he realizes just how much Gregory is his best friend.

They only met in July, after all... but even that feels like a lifetime ago, despite how the school days went by so much quicker with a friend, no longer so awful.

Funny how Evan already feels closer with a boy hes known for a few months than he ever has with his brother and father.

"Can I sleep over?" Evan asks when they break through the doors of the store and the cool air of Autumn washes over his face. He breathes in the scent of fallen leaves and actually notices a difference, this time.

He's feeling bold, he realizes. Scenarios of how he could get in trouble for not asking flash in his mind, but he notices he doesnt really care in the moment.

Gregory, like how telepathic he feels sometimes, notices too. He grins, acknowledging the significance, and nods, bringing out his phone. "Let me call my Dad and we'll swing by your house to grab you a bag."

Evan nods, smiling himself. He plays with the plastic of the bag in-between his fingers, peeking at Davey through the gaps.

"When we get home, I'll make some popcorn and hot chocolate, and then you gotta watch this movie with me. I watch it every year for Halloween."

Evan nods repeatedly, smile already growing on his face. After today, hes sure itll be fun.

They sit on the curb, leaves floating through the breeze, and a light sprinkle starts just in time for Freddy to pull into the driveway.

They hop in the car and Evan watches the scenery outside, looking at people decorations and imagining how he'd carve his own pumpkin, or ice his own cookies.

He'd never cared before now. He'd never cared because he'd never been given the chance to. But now he does. And all he's thinking about is how much 'going home' with Gregory feels right.

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bonus: this is Davey

#i imagine while evan was unhappier stuck with only people who at most tolerate him #any sort of holiday spirit he could feel he isnt.#hes so miserable and is worried about othet things so much he doesnt have it in him to care. especially when it isnt worth it to try #but this is what its all about! doing stupid stuff with ur best friend. this isnt anything flashy #just what u would actually do hanging out with ur bff.#this is earlier in their relationship #so evan isnt as comfortable just dumping why hes uncomfortable about certain things on gregory.#that worry of gregory realizing how weird and annoying and sensitive he is and turning on him is still there.#it wont be long though so. they get there #you can totally bet they had shared custody over Davey #(gregory kept him at his house because evan didnt want something to happen to him at his house)#pandas writes #oneshot #halloween #flashlight duo #flashlight duo modern au #gregory and evan #fnaf gregory #evan afton #my fics

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sideshowkaz · 2 months

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Hart shaped things.

I have this odd mild loathing of heart shaped things. It’s the twee side of it and how cute they can be. That single heart shaped pretty necklace thats supposed to signal love to everyone around feels like there’s horrible under tones to me.

I got to see little girls like me wear those lovely little pendants as the only decoration they were allowed because too much was too much and the church didn’t like over doing it. Little girls with their hearts overflowing with innocent love.

Children at eight years old being made to make a covenant when they still hadn’t grown out of that cute stage. Boys and girls both not knowing what they got into.

They grew to twelve years old and boys got the kind of power in the church where they had more power in their little finger than their grandmothers will ever have or have had.

Lessons with undertones of punishment though teens that men are men and women are women. Each needing to act accordingly and dress accordingly. Those heart shaped pendants for the ones that noticed became like weights around our necks dragging us down. We had to appear feminine enough and cute and unthreatening enough. God didn’t want women acting like men. I didn’t want ether. Into my teen years I was being told I had to wear makeup and stylish clothing. Women needed to look just nice enough to be interesting to men but not to interesting. You have to be feminine enough to attract a good man but also men are the huge monsters in ally ways and car parks. Men were the enemy you had to let into your life and run it because god said so. It wasn’t who I was. Hearts began to signify that forever innocence women were supposed to have. They were worn like shields against gods wrath just in case a woman were to show a bit of strength or stand up for themselves. But they were never worn much only just enough. Women had to be modest and cover enough of themselves that their bodies felt foreign to them and didn’t belong to them but show enough to show they were still ladies.

And then I got to see adult women after years of having men run their lives tired and sick. All being told they aren’t bringing enough children into the world wile they had so many they didn’t keep track of the ones they had. They worried they couldn’t do enough with ‘populating the earth’ which terrified me. All that modesty enforced with garments so now the church dictates and mandates under clothes.

Then much older women beaten down and unable to fight back every time a man spoke or communicate what they want because men run things to them. Some were obviously abused and some were willing submissive.

But wile all this was going on I was told I was a special spirit and I’d never find a man anyway unless he was the bottom of the pile. The meat market of young single adults never interested me. I wasn’t the best looking, I was disabled to the point I couldn’t just try to be better and somehow look normal to the right guy. Men and women were forced into roles that made them interchangeable in so many ways. Faith in god was supposedly all you needed for a good marriage. What was left as far as characteristics went for anyone to pick what they wanted from? Appearance. Ugly girls got treated with pity. Ugly girls like me. I was told I could fix it if I basically wasn’t me.

It all started with a heart symbol that even people out of the church wear but to me I can’t separate it off from outdated hairstyles, being made to keep my ‘natural’ hair colour, no other subjects being ok but bitching about the unfaithful, skirts you can’t run in but you have to wear them anyway, not being allowed to wear certain colours because they are too bright or give the wrong message, white T-shirts under anything that showed of shoulders or collarbones, lace up to the neck to the point of being choking, not being able to stand up for myself when I need to, being told I couldn’t stand out in any way in my own community but to outsiders I had to look a certain type of strange, being told I had to keep pure but if a priesthood holder said something I better listen even if it wasn’t a good idea, not being allowed to be me but having to be some image of a woman that everyone else wanted me to be, seeing men as both saviours i needed to get into heaven and the demons we were meant to fear and if we showed off our knees men would go from one straight to the other.

The overly cuteness of the little heart symbol jewellery was a part of femininity I never resonated with and for a long time because of that I felt like I was nothing. Now I know there’s just nothing for me in a church that only allowed me one way to express myself and kept telling me what myself was when it wasn’t that at all.

#exmo #exmormon

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tokkias · 1 year

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hey!!! loved some of your nalu headcanons and it got thinking… do you have any smutty headcanons for nalu👀

you dont have to answer if you don’t feel comfy writing smut!!

ur timing is impeccable because i am just finishing up a smut fic thats going to go up on ao3 in a few hours lol. but not only do i have hcs, i actually posted them earlier this month, but tumblr punted it into the void and it got blocked from the tags so only like. 3 people saw it. so here they are again under the cut, hopefully for more people to see this time lol

service top natsu. this one is at the start because it’s the most important

that mans favourite part of sex is watching lucy just have the time of her life while he’s fucking her

if you ask lucy what her favourite position is, she will say missionary, only because she’s too embarrassed to admit that it’s actually doggy style

the idea of being bent over her desk or her bed or her kitchen counter and getting fucked like that turns her on immensely

natsu has no preference, he just goes with whatever lucy feels like, but he really does like when she rides him because he just gets to watch her, and when she starts to run out of steam he gets to control the tempo by lifting her up by her hips and slamming her back down

or he likes to lift her up and fuck her while he’s just holding her, or up against the wall

he bites. a lot. he loves leaving hickeys on her, especially in obvious places like the top of her breasts and her neck

absolute point of contention for them tho, because when the post nut clarity hits, lucy realises that she’s going to have to cover them up later

natsu on the other hand does not think it’s a big deal and kinda thinks it would be hot if she didn’t cover it up

though he also loves to leave them in places he knows that only he’s going to see, like the inside of her thighs

lucy’s inner thighs are her ultimate erogenous zone, if he ever rests his hand so his fingers graze against her inner thigh she needs to ride him Right Then

natsu’s is on the back of his neck, and if she ever rests her hand there when they’re making out that is a sure fire way to have that makeout session end with sex

natsu is not a boob or an ass man, he is a lucy man, he loves every part of her, he has no preference

lucy is the kinky one of the two, but she also is the only one of the two with shame, so she has a really hard time broaching the subject

natsu is willing to try anything at least once, especially if it’s to make lucy happy

lucy canonically reads erotica in the ft(2020) game, and you can pry that from my cold dead hands

that’s where she gets a lot of her kinks from, and sometimes she likes to recreate scenes from her books

pre-relationship, she would imagine herself and natsu as the protagonist and love interest and would masturbate while she reads

she also had fantasies of him bending her over her desk

the only reason natsu knows this information is because after they started dating, lucy got suuuuppperr drunk and confessed to him

natsu has caught her doing that while they’re dating, and it’s equal parts great, because he loves watching her go to town on herself, but equal parts torturous because he wants to be the one going to town on her

lucy has used it as foreplay before by tying him down and making him watch her

the only reason he lasts as long as he does is because she presents it as a challenge

natsu is not completely innocent on the pre relationship front either, because he absolutely would think about lucy while he jerks off, and he only feels a little bit bad about it

he was never as dumb as everyone thinks/thought he is, and he was very conciously checking out lucy’s body every time he got the chance

they are both so loud in bed, like, have definitely had the neighbours complain loud in bed

nothing turns natsu on quite like hearing lucy moan out his name, it’s like his favourite thing in the whole world and the quickest way to turn him on

natsu is so rough, not on purpose, he’s just like that

he actually doesn’t ever want to hurt her during sex, but sometimes his brain just turns off

lucy doesn’t mind because she really likes when he finally lets go and stops treating her like she’s going to break

they have had sex in the guild hall at least once, but then again, so has every other couple in fairy tail so they’re not that special

natsu absolutely loves when she’s wearing really short skirts that give him easy access to bend her over anything and just fuck her right then

he is so impatient that they frequently have semi-clothed sex, i.e. lucy still wearing her shirt and skirt, with just her panties shoved out of the way

#nalu #mya's mumbles #the quickest i have ever answered an ask FR LOL #hope u enjoy anon #headcanons

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deadricslover · 2 years

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hey bestie

loved the fic for my request especially the ending ;)

could i request something else obviously bale bruce wayne-y💀? if not that's totally cool dw about it. could you do something angsty? like anger and sadness overload, I want to cry. if thats possible obviously. Literally anything at all thank you so much youre my fav person ever. <3

the note

here's my Masterlist!

a/n: idk if I can make you cry but I'll try? I love people that request loads so I'd never turn you down:) not my gif

summary: Bruce Wayne had two priorities in his life. his wonderful partner and batman. when he has to decide which to prioritise it becomes the most challenging thing he has ever had to do.

warnings: strong language, angst (anger, sadness, confusion), a past tense implied suicidal thought if you squint, mentions of domestic abuse (just a mention....doesn't happen), mentions of Bruce's scars?,

pairings: fem!reader X bale!Bruce Wayne.

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dating Bruce Wayne was one of the best things you ever did. He was everything and more to you: your light, your oxygen, your reason to keep going. And he would say the same about you possibly with more intensity. Bruce's life before you was filled with grief, wealth and the lack of a future plan. But when he met you, everything changed. During meetings, dinners, fundraisers, and other events, you were continually swimming in his daydream trying to cool off from the heat of the love he gives you. If he ever needed to unwind, he would go to you. If he needed some happiness, he would go to your house or your work, wherever you were. If he wanted to get out of a conference, he would text you asking you to call him home as it was an 'emergency'. And you would because you would find any exuse, any time of the day, anywhere to be with eachother. He was a complete heartthrob and you fell head over heels for this man but he no doubt fell harder. He fell so hard you broke his heart, but only because he broke yours first.

The bright, soft white cotton rubbed of your finger tips gently as you rolled the rim of the tablecloth through your fingers. It had gotten so late, chatter was starting fade away -- just like the makeup you had put on hours ago--, the moon took the sun's place as the sky's natural illuminator, your eyes were starting to close and sweat started to form all over your body from being in the same spot for hours. The waitress had started to loose her patience as she told you repeatedly that you would have to give up your table if your date didn't show up. This made you whip out the 'I'm waiting on Bruce Wayne.' card and they immediately left you alone. You started to feel more sorry for the waiting couples, worn out staff, and your feet in heels the longer you waited for Your boyfriend to show up to your fifth anniversary date. You unstick your clothes from the chair underneath and gather your things as you start to walk to the front, fixing your hair in the process wondering where he could have gone that was more important.

"you could wait for Mr. Wayne a bit longer if you'd like, mam." the kind waitress who you pulled the card on told you when she saw you walking out alone.

"no, it's alright. Thank you so much for waiting though" you reply a fake smile on your face hiding the disappointment and confusion lurking underneath. He has stood you up little to no times before. Why tonight of all nights? Possible answers and explanations bombarded your mind to the point where you found yourself not concentrating on what was happening and your surroundings in the dark night. You try to think that there is a reasonable explanation to all this purely to be optimistic but nothing pops into mind only the man, the vigilante, the batman himself.

You need Bruce more than the city needs batman. That's a fact. The police can do their jobs just fine without him. Yes the batman is a major advantage, but he's also a reason for the cops to slack off and not try as hard.

Would it be so bad if the batman just... disappeared?

You personally think not but the citizens, the cops and Bruce would beg to differ. As you were striding along the pavement under dim street lights you glanced up above you at every building numerous times a minute to see if you could spot him, but nothing. If he's not out batman-ing then he better have an amazing millionaire exuse for this. The night air was crisp as you went around the final corner before you reached your destination. All that was running through your mind was the hope that Alfred would be here and he would tell you the best response you could possibly think of for your boyfriend's absence earlier tonight.

"Ms. Y/L/N. I wasn't expecting you tonight. Aren't you out for dinner with Master Wayne?" your face goes blank. your mind can't function properly. you find yourself standing in the same spot for longer than you should have been in pure shock. So Alfred thought Bruce was with you. That means he's not out saving the city. Where is he? You draw in a breath confused with the situation before saying quietly and slightly worried.

"uhm..no, I actually came to see if he was here... He stood me up."

Alfred's in just as much shock as you are right now, although Alfred can form a sentence like usual and his heart isn't pulsing faster than usual with worry.

"Master Wayne didn't show up? To your anniversary dinner? That he was abnormally excited about?"

hearing that Bruce was abnormally excited about this would usually make your heart throb but not under these circumstances. If he was that excited, why didn't he show up.

"Well. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation. Batman is probably making an appearance somewhere in Gotham again." you say reassuring yourself. Or trying to at least. You didn't want to be that girlfriend that wanted to know where their boyfriend was every minute of every hour and also know his exact whereabouts but this made you uneasy.

"No. I went to the cave a while before your reservation to remind him, but he was gone. I thought he left early to collect you."

when you read in novels that people's legs went weak when they heard disappointing news, you thought it was an expression, but it's not. You felt at that moment just what a book character would feel like when they heard the killer was standing next to them. The same with your stomach dropping and the colour draining out of your face.

"I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation. How about I walk you to the cave to check again? hmm?" Alfred offers.

"that's ok Alfred, I can go myself. Thank you though" you reply slightly out of this world. You didn't want to overreact or think the worst but you couldn't help it. Your boyfriend is a goddamn vigilante for fucks sake! Your walking to the bat cave holding out hope that he's here and that this was all a misunderstanding. But nothing... He's not there. You decide to scope around for any clues he may have left behind hinting to where he is. Starting with checking if his suit was there and to your hopes, it wasn't. A spilling wave of relief washes over you as you re-compose yourself for a minute before heading back to Alfred giving him the good news.

"His suit's gone. So he's probably out kicking someone's ass for littering." you announce as you walk back into the kitchen where Alfred was previously.

"oh, well. I'm sure you're more important to Master Wayne than littering Ms. Y/L/N. My bets are on something much bigger." he replies to which you agree in confusion. Not long after another chat with Alfred you decide to leave and go to Bruce's room and sleep so you would see him in the morning. You would investigate him when you wake up and have the energy for it.

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You didn't investigate Bruce the morning after. Or the morning after that. Or the morning after that. Those hard mornings turned into painful weeks and dreadful months of wondering where Bruce went. The pain it caused you was undescribable. The constant feeling of loneliness and the -sometimes- stupid or unrealistic explanations you came up with was too much and worrying solutions also made their way into your mind to go hand in hand with the depression Alfred diagnosed you with. He had it hard too but not as hard as you did. Sadness became so frequent, it's as if you didn't feel anything, It was the new normal. There wasn't one moment where you realised he wasn't going to come back for a long time at the least, it was more all the mornings you woke up in Bruce's bed that would be occupied by you and only you for the next nine months that chipped away from the block of hope you had created.

One night early in the period of time he was missing you had returned from home with a pit in your stomach feeling worse than usual. You carelessly threw your bag on the countertop and sat on a stool plopping your head down onto the cold surface trying to cool down your face heated from tears previously rolling down your skin. you felt the tears soaking up into something underneath your head so you lifted your tired head and grabbed the white envelope. Salty tears prick your eyes yet again in reaction to your heart skipping a beat seeing the handwriting on the paper.

Y/N

it said on the front...in Bruce's handwriting. You couldn't help but let hope take over your emotions. You ripped the envelope open pulling out the letter that was now saturated in your tears starting to read it.

y/n, my love.

I know there's probably so much running through that pretty mind of yours right now, but honestly there's no need to worry about me and just know that none of that's true. Something popped up with the batman that I had to fix so that's what I'm doing. Fixing it. I can't put into words how devastated I am that I missed our date and left you alone, embarrassed, upset, angry and confused last week, but I promise there's an explanation. I owe at least that to you and that's what you'll get when I return. I don't know how long I'll be gone but you shouldn't worry, I'll be ok. Believe it or not I can manage without your amazing presence. not that I want to as it's going to be incredibly hard. will you be the best girl again and tell Alfred what's going on? He's probably cursing British words at me that I left you without a heads up, but I would too because it was a dick move. I'm going to stop writing because I'll see you soon. Can't wait to reunite with my reason to keep going....oh and you too I guess. I'm kidding, darling, don't worry your pretty head about it. I love you more than Ryan Reynolds loves Blake. I'll be back soon to watch fresh prince with you, love.

You were full on sobbing by the end with a mix of emotions: sadness, relief and love to name the strongest. Your nose was running and your eyes were starting to get puffy. Breaths were becoming uneven in the cocktail of feelings inside right now. You couldn't put a finger on which emotion you were bawling about but it didn't matter. Bruce was alive and would be back soon.

That was the 2nd of february. 9 months one week and six days ago today. Months consisted of delusions and multiple thoughts that would worry anyone if you told them hence why you didn't. You tried to get on with your normal life but it proved to be harder than you anticipated. it was way easier said than done. That letter gave you hope. Maybe a bit too much hope as a spark of it is ok but it must be contained. Chunk by chunk your hope was diminished over these ungodly long nine months. You needed to keep going, you had a job and a lost boyfriend to worry about. You couldn't just give in and stay in your house for months and months until you cry all your tears and have the cops at your door looking for you.

Tonight thankfully you had a day off so you were spending the night watching a film to take your mind off the stress of everything piling on top of you. A blanket covered you keeping you warm on Bruce's couch just as you did every night since he disappeared. Curled up you rested your head on your tucked up knees drawn in by the mystery film you put on. You told Alfred to take a night off as there was nothing to do here. Bruce wasnt going to show up suddenly the one night he is off. But yet again that's the reason you haven't slept in your own bed in nearly a year. The cold air outside seeped in through the big wide windows overlooking Gotham.

Even though you informed Alfred that there was no reason to be here tonight, he rocks up at ten pm. His footsteps make his way through the house and into the living area where you were smelling Bruce's faint scent off the blanket.

"did you forget something?" you say into the recently empty room, your quiet slightly upset voice echoing and bouncing off every wall and absorbing into every soft surface.

"just how much I missed you, sunshine." That voice. It belongs to the man that has been on your mind for the past nine months. you don't move your body a bit, you only glance your -close to tears- eyes over to him slyly so he wouldn't see. his eyebrows furrow and head tilts slightly in confusion like a little puppy hearing another dog cry as to why you weren't reacting. You wanted to, you really, really did but he left you for months with only a note saying he'd be home soon for fucks sake. 'soon' my ass.

"darling?" he questions as he places his cowl on the table making his way Infront of you, squatting down to place his hands on your shins and around the back of your calves

"what's up?" he asks a bit blue and confused. He soon sees the low city lights reflecting off the salty tears in your eyes and his face drops slightly on edge in confusion as to what's wrong.

"I could ask you the same thing" you tell him slightly above whisper volume, if you went any higher you would start sobbing out of pure anger and sadness.

he closes his eyes for a split second and ties his lips in a thin line looking down while furrowing his eyebrows whilst he mutters out a "shit"

once he looks back up at your lifeless expressions he takes a breath afraid you will turn on him before he got to explain.

"I'm so fucking sorry for everything, I would need a whole year to explain everything that happened and why I couldn't come home to you. Trust me I wanted to I really really did but Selina was being a stubborn, annoying little shit and I had to deal with her and then shit happened and it all went sideways and I couldn't come home to you- I am so, so, so sorry. I will never ever leave you again I swear, it was just all so sudden and overwhelming and I never knew when I'd get home to you. " he rants quietly to your fragile self, his voice quivering as if he will tear up too.

"sudden and overwhelming? just like the note you left?" you whisper angrily tears threatening to spill out of your eyes and roll down your face.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am for leaving you, but you would understand if it was you" he replies which ticks you off a small bit.

"I get that you had to leave, fine, whatever it's nothing. But if it was me, I would maybe give a heads up -- even just a call for god sake--. But I would think about you first and how this would effect you. I wouldn't just disappear for a week, leave a note saying i'd be home soon and then 'soon' turning into nine months. My whole life was turned upside down because of this, Bruce." you let it all out bar the tears.

"I know, love. I know. You have every right to be upset, angry-at me, it was a complete dick move. I'll give you time if you need, you don't have to talk to me. But when you're ready I'll be here waiting, ok?"

he's making you love him to the brim just like he always does, charms you out of your misery. You shouldn't love him right now but you do. You're so glad to see him and see he's alright but you're still raging at him for this. Alot less than you should be.

"it was a dick move" you confirm

"the biggest." he replies on edge anticipating what your answer will be.

"Bruce, you need to get your priorities straight. You need to learn how to keep a promise. I know what I was getting into when I started dating you, I knew you would disappear, I knew you would stand me up, I know you'd come home bloody and bruised in the middle of the night. I knew all that yet I still agreed to be with you. But I didn't know the intensity, you might as well not be in my life, Bruce I never see you. Not even just the past few months, but ever." You didn't care about the tears anymore. You let them spill, you needed him to see how much he broke you. Standing up you inch closer to him ranting about your concerns

his lower lip starts to quiver and his usual loving eyes transform into down and heartbroken ones. He barely moves other than his chin and eyebrows slightly twitching because of his lip while his heart is getting squashed by the thoughts that you might want to leave him. He will support you no matter what but it shatters him to think he might not have you after tonight. You're his everything, but only if he could make you see that. it's rare when you see Bruce shed tears. Once only in your time being together, I mean..surely that's unhealthy? But either way seeing him breakdown over this makes you want to break down too and comfort him.

"I'll make it up to you. I swear. we can go out for our anniversary dinner some night and I will cut down on the batman's patrolling hours. I want to be here for you, petal." he desperately desires your touch. thoughts of holding your hand right now bombard his mind but he restrains himself as you may not be comfortable with that

"I'll believe it when I see it, batman" you sob feeling like you're growing weak and shrinking smaller and smaller arguing with him.

"then you're going to see it. I'll show you, I'm gonna take a shower then I'll call the restaurant and make a reservation. As for the batman, he won't be out as often I swear. Just give me a week to prove it." he says giving into his cravings and taking your frail hands gently in his as if they were glass and would break if he was any more forceful with them.

after a second of thought you let go of his hands and tell him lowly "go take a shower." you confirm as you turn away.

as he's making his way to the bathroom different thoughts are flowing through your mind. Should you forgive him? should you leave? do you need more time? should you ask Alfred for his opinion. speaking of him, should you tell him now? or should you wait. you're confused. that's the best way to explain it. When Bruce returns his hair is wet and he has a pair of grey joggers on with no top showing off his perfectly toned stomach decorated with multiple scattered scars. His hopeful eyes glance around the room while walking around looking for the love of his life. Soon he starts walking to the kitchen to look for you, only to find an envelope on the counter scribbled in red marker.

Bruce,

I need time.

I'll be back soon

sound familiar?

a smirk finds its way onto his face in amusement. He respects that you need time for what he did to you, so he'll wait. as long as it takes. he would wait forever for you. Just like you did for him.

#dc #batman #bruce wayne #batman begins #bruce wayne x reader #christian bale #christian bale x reader #deadricslover #the dark knight #the dark knight rises #bruce wayne angst #angst

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midnightdevotion · 2 years

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More than Him

Part 2 to more than this!!

Warnings: fluff and the reader is starting to notice feelings!! SLOW BURN

a/n: so sorry for the wait but my dumbass has like 7 fics going so it can get hard to juggle. LOVE YOU

You were never one to just sit down and be hurt, so you decided to do whatever it is you wanted. Anything you'd ever wanted to try, You were going to do it. No more fear or holding back.

That's how you found yourself on Monday night sitting outside of a pole dancing class. You'd been crying more than you'd like to admit, and it was a hard day at work with no distractions but you made it through and here you are getting ready to pole dance.

You felt a bit crazy, but in a way you wanted to do anything and everything that would change you as a person. Change you into a person he never would be able to touch.

It made you sick to your stomach to think about how you two had been intimate while he was just lying to you, using you. Shaking it off, you head inside the studio. It's smaller than you imagine, just one studio with 8 poles.

You take a pole in the back and start stretching, trying to focus on the instructor. The first hour flies by, and you actually have fun. Focused on learning how to do things on the pole. It pinches your skin and leaves your muscles shaking.

The second hour hits a bit harder though. This half is more about turning what you've learned into a dance. A sexy dance. Any other time you would be all for it, feeling sexy and learning the choreography but after being cut open and left feeling used and unsexy its more challenging than you thought.

You feel so unsexy, like an imposter in the middle of a pole class. Like you don't belong here and you feel like crying and screaming at the same time.

By the time the class lets out you are drained, physically and emotionally. Ready to just curl up in bed and try and forget everything.

You feel so angry and so fucking sad at the same time. It's not fair really, you tried to be a good partner and you know his lack of being a decent human isn't on you, but your pisses that the pain is. He gets to be a piece of shit and you have to feel the pain.

The whole drive home you are swirling in thoughts of sad hatred. Tears falling down your cheeks, disgusted that he got to hurt you like this. When you pull back into your drive way, you don't even notice Ice's car.

You make it inside to see Tom sitting on your couch, blankets and snacks all ready to go with your favorite Chinese food - cream cheese wantons included. You send him a pathetic smile as he gets off the couch. No words needed as he wraps his arms around you. Holding you firmly against his muscled chest.

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Thats the general outline of how your entire week goes. You buy a new bed and bed set and tear down the old one to build the new one. Slamming your finger in part of the frame at one point and bleeding.

You burn everything he left at your place, and delete every photo you two had together. You feel slightly relieved. You didn't even realize how unhappy you were until you were out of it, and now yeah your dealing with the feelings of insecurity and being used and betrayed but you feel hopeful that things will be better without him.

By the time Friday rolls around you've done everything you could think of. Axe throwing, pole classes, calling a therapist, doing a campfire to burn his shit, erasing him from your life completely. it still stings, but it stings less and that fact has you gripping onto the future like no other.

So when Tom invites you to the beach Saturday you jump at the chance. You always love seeing Tom and you did not want to be at home all day on a Saturday. The way your overthinking mind would torture you if you didn't have anything to do, you would've agreed to do anything.

Hence why you are up at 8 am on a Saturday morning. Damn those Navy boys for waking up so god damn early. You deem the early morning worth it as soon as you see Tom on the beach. He grins at you when he sees you and you don't spare a second to think about why that makes your heart jump.

He's chosen a spot right by the water and the volley ball court, and you know Tom well enough to know that he intends to play today.

"You chose a fantastic day to join us little one, we are going up against our rivals, should be a good match" Slider grins down at you. You hadn't known that when you said yes but you grin figuring it'll be a good distraction anyways.

"You're gonna win for me right guys" Tom give you a smirk at that.

"darling I will always win for you"

You give them both a wish of good luck and maybe you rest a kiss on Toms cheek but what you really don't know what to do with is the pounding in your chest when he smiles at you. Or the way your mouth goes dry when he takes off his shirt to play.

You've always known Tom was good looking, I mean c'mon you have eyes. You'd even had a little crush on him for a while, but he never made an indication he was interested and you wanted him in your life so you'd decided to box him in as a friend. It seems now though the box might be breaking open. A little pissed off at that notion, because now is so not the fucking time to complicate things with tom.

You're broken out of your confused feelings when a woman with a little toddler sits down next to you.

"Hi I'm Carole and this is Bradley" the shy little boy gives a wave and you can't help but grin. Sending him a wave back you laugh when he ducks behind his mother. You introduce yourself to the short haired blonde and entering a friendly conversation.

"so which one of these guys is yours?" she asks and you find yourself stuttering and blushing.

"o-oh I'm not- we're not... I'm just friends with Tom- I mean Iceman" and you point out the blond diving for the volleyball. Carole just giggles at your response.

"well from the way he looks at you, you might want to reconsider that friendship. That one is my husband" You almost thank god that she changed topic at the last second, pointing out the mustached man on the other team.

"you guys make a very cute family" You grin at how Bradley is now playing with toy fighter planes.

"so will you and Tom" and any hope you had of her dropping the subject had flown out the window faster than their damn jets go.

"no no really we are just friends-"

"Oh so you're saying if that man stood before you and confessed to being totally irrevocably in love with you, you'd say no?"

"well I don't- I just got out of a relationship" the words came tumbling out of your mouth at a rate so fast it was obvious you wouldn't say no. That you were just trying to stop the picture of tom looking at you with love as he confessed his love for you.

You'd always been a day dreamer, but it only seems to bite you in the ass. The way your heart sped up when Carole said that, when she hinted that he looks at you in a way that friends don't. It all had you speechless and well Hopeful. The logic part of your brain says you need to stop, you've been single a week! You need to take time, according to every website you've clicked on it takes at least four months to move on from someone.

"Huh" was Carole's response

"what does that Huh mean?" you quirk a brow at her.

"I just didn't hear a no is all" you find your cheeks flushing at that. She's right, you didn't say no. You made an excuse because you've always been a timeline kind of person. You graduated college in 4 years, make extra payments on your home loan to pay it off in 20 years instead of 30. You want to date someone for at least 2 years before getting engaged, be engaged for 2 more years and then get married. You think back to all your goals and there is always a timeline, maybe you need to stop thinking about how much time there should be before something happens and just let things happen.

You glance up to see Ice's blue eyes staring right back at you, he mouths 'you ok' and you find yourself sending him a grin and a nod. You are okay, and it's really because of him. You still need time though, not because some website, but because you are still healing. Plus you aren't even sure he does have feelings for you. You need a stable heart before you can risk rejection all over again.

The game ends and you aren't even sure if anyone was keeping score, seeing as the game went way longer than most volleyball games that consist of 25 points and 3 rounds. It isn't long before a very sweaty Tom is standing over you.

Next thing you know he's pulling you up and untying your swimsuit coverup for you. The action has butterflies exploding in your stomach and you think back to what Carole said and hope to god he can't see the blush on your cheeks. He pushes it off your shoulders and you let it fall to the floor. His eyes remain respectful and he grins.

"ready to get in the water now?" You can't help the way his grin is contagious and find yourself really smiling before nodding. If you spent a little bit more time thinking about it, you'd realize that he's the only one whose been able to genuinely make you feel complete all week.

You two spend the next few hours splashing around and swimming, at one point you even offer to watch Bradley so Carole and who you now know as Nick can get in the water. Your heart clenches watching play with Bradley beside you. Your thoughts echoing the words Carole said earlier...'so will you and Tom".

You can't help but think of little blond haired blue eyed babies that would be Tom's. You swallow hard, trying to stomp down the feeling of wishing those same kids will have your nose and laugh. A perfect mix of the two of you.

By the end of the day you are exhausted, who knew a day at the beach would have you mentally exhausted. Though while your mind was running a mile a minute you were glad it was on something other than your ex.

Instead it was on the man sitting next to you, drinking a beer and laughing at whatever dumb thing slider said. His arm keeps brushing yours and you feel crazy, are you overthinking everything or are these hints?

What you didn't know is that Tom is thinking the same things you were. He's picture kids with your hair and his eyes and the way they'd have your smile and his stubborness. The way he wants you to come to the beach with him every weekend, and how badly he wants to wrap his arm around you right now.

He has to go about this the right way though, he can't scare you off. You just got out of something and Tom knew you better than anyone else. He knew you needed time, to come to terms, to grieve, to be at peace, before you could just give things with him a go. He could be patient, he's waited for you this long whats a couple more months?

He is a man that goes for the things he wants and he isn't afraid of a little waiting if it means hitting the lottery. You are his lottery, the one he wants to wake up with every morning, and when he can't sleep he just wants to be able to pull you closer.

Carole the little wingwoman she was, reported back that he definitely had a chance and if her words were anything to go by, a big chance too. It causes him to grin a little wider the rest of the day, and maybe he sits closer to you than normal just to feel you brush against him.

So when you rest your head on his shoulder as the sunsets on the beach, he would do anything to freeze this moment. To live here where it's just you, him, and the waves. No chaos, no stress just you two at peace.

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loving-mista · 1 year

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"bulletproof love" (mista x reader angst)

a relationship with the notorious gunslinger goes from being the best thing you've ever had to possibly the worst

an: so ive had this song stuck in my head for so long and with the title how can i not think abt mista so i decided to indulge myself and write this song link: here

We used to laugh until we choked

Into the wasted nights

It was the best time of my life

But now I sleep alone

There you were in your shared room, alone once again, the silence being something you'd grown used to. Mista was probably out again with who knows who doing who knows what.

Anyone could tell your relationship wasn't what it used to be, and honestly you'd agree; every time you tried to ask him where he was not out of anything but worry he'd snap at you.

"come on mista i was just worried about you please just calm dow-"

he cut you off

"oh for fucks sake it wasnt out of worry, your just being pathetic and clingly like always" he yelled stomping off yo your shared room leaving you with a heavy feeling in your chest

So don't, don't, don't wake me up

'Cause my thrill is gone

And the sunsets turning red behind the smoke

Forever and alone

You've grown used to it, though this has been happening for months, and it was time to face the facts Mista was no longer the man you fell in love with all that time ago, so instead of crying like you usually did, you decided it was time to just deal with it.

The taste of you and me (you and me)

Will never leave my lips again

Under the blinding rain

I wanna hold your hand so tight

I'm gonna break my wrist

and when the vultures sing a song

im gonna join right in

apart of you wanted to just jump into your shared room and hold him, while another part of you knew it was never going to happen.

But I'm barely hanging on No, I'm barely hanging on By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone

and so with that you decided there was no point in staying, especially in a house where you are constantly walking on eggshells around someone who you've loved for so long, it just wasn't worth it anymore or so you thought. apart of you didn't want to go it was to much even the idea of it brought you to tears

you walkied into the room you once shared and told him you were leaving hoping to get a reaction out of him, hoping that hed hold you like he once did and for once push his pride away and just apologize.

your statements fell on deaf ears, he continued to ignore you, every comment you made about leaving only earned you a scoff or an eyeroll from him

juding by the slight crack in your voice he knew you werent serious dispite it all he just had you wraped around his finger. and you knew this, but there was nothing you can do

apart of you wanted to just jump into your shared room and hold him, while another part of you knew it was never going to happen.

But I'm barely hanging on No, I'm barely hanging on By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone

your statements fell on deaf ears, he continued to ignore you, every comment you made about leaving only earned you a scoff or an eyeroll from him

juding by the slight crack in your voice he knew you werent serious or so he thought

And now there's nothing to do

But scream at the drunken moon

thats when you began to pack your belongings when he realized how bad it actually was,

This isn't fair (no)

"HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"im fucking leaving guido i cant fucking deal with you anymore"

"hey come on you cant do that, i need you with me you cant just leave like this"

and with that he tried to hold you close, a feeling that yet so familiar yet so new Don't you try to blame this on me

My love for you was bulletproof

but your the one who shot me

Never did you think the man you fell heads very heels for so long ago would be the one who hurt you after everything.

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teasinterests · 1 year

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A quick pit stop..

(Pun intended)

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Hiii this is my first time posting a fic here.. I don’t understand how layouts or anything works.. but I hope y’all enjoy my attempt nonetheless!!!

Characters: Tatsumi Kazehaya & HiMERU

Lee! Tatsumi - Ler! HiMERU

CW / TW: Contains swearing & tickles

( Setting is based off of “Romantic? Date.” In Enstars Music!! )

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Cutting through an ally, HiMERU remained silent as he followed beside a rambling Tatsumi. They were using a short cut so they could continue heading their way towards the suggested “date spot” that Tatsumi had recommended. For this current project, they had to meet up with the producers to hopefully get some good shots. In which Tatsumi was typically the one to drop such suggestions.

“Then when I entered the shop.. it was full of so many baked goods! I’ve never seen or tried anything so adorable in my life! Have you ever seen Bear cupcakes HiMERU-san?! They tasted so yummy too! We should go there most certainly- ah! I wonder if it’s close by! We could go after the mall! Then I can buy you some treats like a proper boyfriend!~”

HiMERU has never felt his eyes roll as hard as they did just now.. Did Tatsumi honestly ever shut the fuck up? The damn saint has been rambling ever since they had gotten together for this stupid “date” project. HiMERU couldn’t feel more sick from the idea… or at least.. thats what he’s told everyone else. His feelings for the priest were slowly beginning to build up, but it was also no secret how rough HiMERU was towards Tatsumi. Be it physically or verbally. He couldn’t forgive the idol so easily. Of course around others HiMERU tended to keep his more physical aggressiveness on the down-low. He had a reputation to uphold!! Though they’re completely alone now within the ally way.. How he wanted to grab Tatsumi’s face and make him shut up himself. Instead he jabbed the other in the side with a huff of annoyance. The priest in turn giving a yelp of surprise. Pausing in his steps for a moment to hold at his side.

“Enough talking Tatsumi. HiMERU would like some sort of peace and quiet before he has to deal with you during production.”

The taller idol practically grumbled as Tatsumi gave a sheepish laugh in response. Folding his arms over his stomach, then rushing to catch up with his friend.

“My apologies, HiMERU-san. I got so caught up with my stories I hadn’t considered how long i’d been talking for..”

Tatsumi apologized as HiMERU grew silent once more. Yellow eyes soon side glancing the slightly shorter idol. Noticing how Tatsumi kept his arms defensively over his his sides, HiMERU raised a brow. Surely he hadn’t hit the other hard enough to cause a bruise. He hadn’t known what came over him as he reached over suddenly to grab the others shirt. Fingers just barely grazing over Tatsumi’s side, only to jerk his hand back as the priest let out another startled yelp. The two of them paused, then matched similar shocked expressions.

“HiMERU was just curious if he had caused a bruise of some sort..”

HiMERU questioned as Tatsumi frantically shook his head. Just to quickly calm himself down.. this was the most HiMERU has ever seen Tatsumi with a lack of self control.

“No, no..! You didn’t hurt me at all, I promise!”

“Then why are you jumpy? Are you scared of HiMERU?”

“No-“

“Then what?”

HiMERU questioned rather demandingly. Another wave of surprise washing over him as he noticed Tatsumi’s cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“It’s nothing, HiMERU-san.. we’ll be late to the meet up if we trail behind.”

Tatsumi pointed out, only to feel his heart drop as HiMERU drew closer. Outstretching his hand towards the fellow idol’s lower abdomen. He immediately knew his theory was correct as Tatsumi scrambled away in reaction. HiMERU knew a lot of Tatsumi, or so he thought, but analyzing people was always something he was good at. It came instinctively at this point, and watching Tatsumi’s composure begin to crumble, he couldn’t help but smirk.

“Are you ticklish, Kazehaya Tatsumi?”

HiMERU questioned, and judging by the way Tatsumi’s eyes widened. He was correct. Typically he would be one to make due and rush to appointments, if not get there far earlier than requested. They were already on a schedule of just barely on time with their walk though.. Not to mention that HiMERU couldn’t care less about the stupid project, but this?? This was far more entertaining. Practically zoning in on an anxious looking Tatsumi had his heart racing.

“W-Well just a bit but it’s not really that important right now..! HiMERU-sa—AH?!”

Another yelp had cut him off as HiMERU raised his hands to force away Tatsumi’s. Fingers grasping, and squeezing at the priests sides through his clothing. In which Tatsumi was quick to grasp at the others wrists.

“Shut up, Kazehaya Tatsumi.”

The blue haired idol muttered rather hypocritically as fingers freely walk up and down the priests sides. Being up so close and personal.. It was refreshing to watch Tatsumi break right in front of him. An anxious smile stretching wider as giggles began bubbling out from the priests mouth.

“B-Buhuhut Himeheheru- AEHEHEE-?!”

The green haired idols laughter increased as HiMERU dug his fingers in harder. Practically kneading at Tatsumi’s sides. Noticing how the priest didn’t seem to be struggling, nor trying to push him away. Which honestly.. he couldn’t complain. Seeing Tatsumi like this was more than adorable. The closeness had his heart practically racing, and yet he knew, he just knew, that Tatsumi was absolutely loving this. Undivided attention from HiMERU? In such a playful way too? He was overjoyed! Despite all the giggles too.. he could still see that amused smile HiMERU unknowingly displayed.

“WH-WHAHAT IF SOHOHOMEONE COHOHOMES BY?!”

“No one will. Not that you’d really care anyways, right?”

HiMERU questioned as Tatsumi felt his knees growing weak. Beginning to slide down the wall, HiMERU moved to adjust the other. In which Tatsumi practically flopped forward as HiMERU’s fingers began to target his stomach. Moving his hands to grip at HiMERU’s arms now. He squeezed at HiMERU’s biceps as he pressed his face against the others shoulder. Squeezing his eyes shut, Tatsumi’s giggles continued to fill the air around them.

“HiMERU shouldn’t be all surprised by this, but you’re more sensitive than HiMERU thought.”

The taller idol teased as he gently clawed at Tatsumi’s stomach through his sweater with one hand, whilst fingers from the other skittered upwards. Moving from Tatsumi’s side, and up to his ribs, where HiMERU gently dug between the gaps of each bone. He could tell Tatsumi must be a bit more ticklish here from the way his laughter increased.. as well as a tightened grip around his arms.

“If you want HiMERU to stop just say so.~”

He practically whispered into the priests ear. Sending a wave of heat through Tatsumi’s face. Keeping his flustered expression hidden as he continued to laugh and tremble against his old friend.

“Mmm.. HiMERU has to say he’s impressed that you can withstand this.. though judging by your reactions.. lets see..~”

HiMERU hummed out as his hands move from Tatsumi’s ribs, and up to his armpits. Where he was quick to dig in and wiggle his fingers. Tatsumi, much to HiMERU’s expectations, practically broke into a squeal from the new position.

“A-AHAHA HIHIHIMEHEHERU!!”

The green haired idol exclaimed as he finally jerked back to clamp his arms down. Bumping back against the wall and shaking his head a little as HiMERU persisted on this act.

“This spot isn’t as easy as the others.. but HiMERU will keep it in mind.”

HiMERU bluntly commented as Tatsumi tried shoving his friends hands away. Though each time he raised his hands, it only gave HiMERU further access to his armpits. Scratching freely on occasion, until Tatsumi would laugh harder and snap his arms back down.

“HIHIHIMEHEHERU PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Tatsumi practically whined as tears began pricking at the corners of his eyes. Ah, how sad. Though he was spending more time with this discovery than he had expected. Deciding Tatsumi has had enough, HiMERU slowed his tickles to a stop. Retracting his hands, and watching with amusement as Tatsumi recovered.

“Hahaha… y-you’re so cruel sometimes..”

The priest says between breathy giggles, and heavy pants. Such a flustered and tired expression.. his hair was a mess too.. Sighing, HiMERU reached behind him to take out a compact comb. Opening it up, he began fixing Tatsumi’s hair. As the younger idol watched with visible adoration.

“HiMERU is merely making sure you don’t look like a disaster in this damn shoot..”

He quickly stated in defense, as if he hadn’t just nearly tickled the crap out of the fellow idol. Tatsumi smiled though, and patiently waited for HiMERU to finish.

“Appreciated, HiMERU-san.. we should get going though, we’re already going to be late..”

Tatsumi says, rubbing at his warm cheeks before checking his watch. The taller idol sighing as he put the comb back into his pocket.

“You don’t think HiMERU knows that?? Lets just go.”

He stated before swiftly turning away from Tatsumi. Beginning to lead the way as the priest rushes to follow up once more. Silently fidgeting with the bottom of his sweater for a moment, Tatsumi raises his gaze.

“HiMERU-san..?”

“What?”

“Can I hold your hand while we walk?”

Tatsumi questions as HiMERU goes silent for a moment longer. Just to soon reach out, and earn a beaming Tatsumi in turn. Happily Taking HiMERU’s hand, he gives it a gentle squeeze as they walk side by side.. if anyone asks, HiMERU will simply use Tatsumi’s tiredness as an excuse.

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