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husbandohunter · a year ago
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You know ur small predicament post?? you should make a reverse version where s/o is smaller!
A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]
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Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo
Synopsis: Not only did you shrink, you went pocket sized as well!
(A sequel to "A Small Predicament")
(A/n): Sorry for the long wait anon, and I kind of added a twist to the scenario for more diversity hahaha hope you don't mind >_<. And why is Childe the poster boy for this series lmao.
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Childe
When Childe walks in, he doesn't see you....until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren't for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn't dare to move an inch because he's so petrified (even though there's nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that's the last thing he wants.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he's going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.
Though there's something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* "My oujo-chan is so cute" -Childe probably. He won't stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can't help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- swoons, might tear up (bruh).
Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It's so adorable to him.
Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you're more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you'd be hit by his chin and that would hurt.
The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he's veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.
You have a feeling that he wasn't so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere...just in case.
Diluc
Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn't get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you're literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.
Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you're slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It's super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn't like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)
And he's such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he's worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won't bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he's too overprotective for his own good).
You're like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it's rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel's Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?
He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It's so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.
At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won't have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).
This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn't happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.
Scaramouche
Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.
"Hmph, looks like the tables have turned," he says while toying with your state. You tell him he's just angry because he's short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He's about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).
His hat is so fun to play with. You'd swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He'll start wheezing when you tickle him there.
The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don't behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)
After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.
Xiao
Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you're the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he's scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.
He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he's short so you won't have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he's quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.
For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he's ready to massacre everything in his way...which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn't have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they're a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli's hand.
You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn't looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you're the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process...ouch!
He's very soft. It's all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there's an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.
When you turn back, there's a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?
Zhongli
His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.
Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn't have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.
You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn't seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn't carry mora either), though if you don't hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he'll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won't be a good idea when there's alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).
All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It's some sort of inner instinct that tells him he's taking care of a child now (he's right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder's roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.
It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.
Kaeya
Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He's not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You're so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he's so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.
Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it's the best feeling in the world. It's so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can't seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they're legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn't do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can't get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn't do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.
His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he's handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he's having way too much fun. But it couldn't be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there's really no escaping.
You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you're wearing a swim suit).
Albedo
Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.
What about trying out the little maze he just made?
Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?
No? Okay, then he'll just turn you back.
Albedo isn't going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)
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hotgirlwonwoo · a month ago
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dear beautiful tumblr user hotgirlwonwoo, did we ever get a part 4 of vern liking his best friend bc that shit has been living in my mind rent free and i need to know what happens next!! (pls ignore if u've already mentioned smth abt not doing anymore - i've been off tumblr for a while & couldn't find anything in ur recents posts kalsfjaf) love u lots ! x
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read parts 1-3 here
you sound breathless on the phone, vernon thinks. had you been crying? his heart drops to his stomach at the thought. he hadn’t meant to be so weird when you came over. he just… couldn’t help it.
vernon had tried getting off again after you left. but he was too distracted to cum. he could tell you were upset by the way you blew him off at the door, but he still managed to convince himself that maybe things would be ok. now you weren’t replying to his texts, and he was getting worried. so he called you.
“what?” you demand upon answering, and that’s when vernon hears it. the heavy breathing. it catches him off guard, you must’ve been way more upset than you had been letting on. had something happened? had you needed him and he pushed you away? “vernon? are you there?” you ask, yanking him out of his spiraling. he realizes he hasn’t said anything yet.
“oh, uh, you weren’t answering my texts,” he says stupidly.
“i didn’t see them. but you only sent them thirty minutes ago. do you expect me to wait around all day for you to message me?”
he shouldn’t have called. this was a dumb idea. you sound impatient and angry and yet the uneven breathing on the other end of the line makes him think about having you underneath him. his mind wanders to what you’d sound like if you were out of breath because of him, if you’d pant or moan…
“no, not at all!” he scrambles. “you just seemed upset when you left earlier, so i thought you might be ignoring me.”
“i was upset,” you admit easily. the next part is a little harder to verbalize. “you were acting strange, like you wanted nothing to do with me… so i was just taking time for myself— away from my phone.”
hearing this makes vernon panic because that wasn’t the case at all. it was the opposite, actually. he wanted everything to do with you, and it was driving him crazy. he had never had a crush on a friend before and he was still having trouble coming to terms with it, but he hadn’t meant to make things weird between you in the process.
“i’m sorry,” he says hoarsely, “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to make you feel that way. i’ve just had… an off-day. it had nothing to do with you, but i shouldn’t have let it ruin our movie night.”
there’s a pause before you respond.
“it’s ok. i’m sorry you had a bad day. is it that professor again?”
“yeah,” vernon lies.
“you should’ve just told me! i could’ve typed up a strongly worded email for you or something.”
“i… was embarrassed about it. i’m not doing well in his class.” another lie.
“vernon, it’s just me. you know i won’t judge you about something like that.”
he does know that. but you would definitely judge him if you knew the truth.
“yeah, i know. i’m sorry.”
“i know you are. just… tell me next time, okay?”
“i will. and i’ll make it up to you! do you want to come back over? i know it’s kind of late, but we could watch another movie, or an episode of our show?”
“oh, um… i’m a little busy right now,” you answer.
vernon deflates, but he understands. he isn’t sure that he would’ve been able to keep his emotions in check if you were to come back over anyway. and then you’d be right back where you started.
“that’s okay!”
“i’m free tomorrow night, though.”
“i am too. you should come over then.”
“sounds good! i have one condition, though.”
“what is it?” he asks, willing to do quite literally anything for you.
“since you’re making up for today and all, i get to choose the snacks.”
“deal.”
he can hear you smiling through the phone when you continue. “okay, we have to have popcorn and red vines.”
“i’m on it. i’ll go to the store in the morning,” he assures you.
you work out the rest of the details together and then hang up for the night. vernon feels a million times better than he did when he dialed your number. he hasn’t ruined everything with you, at least not yet. he has twenty-four hours to get his act together so that things can feel normal between you two, and step one is getting rid of that pesky crush.
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filled-with-fat · 2 months ago
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Beautiful answer I found from a Q&A, ‘Big Hog fattened up answers question about his obesity’
‘I’m sure you’ve been asked this. But how did you get so fat? What did you weigh when you first started getting fat? What was your fastest weight gain since you started to gain and how did you accomplish that? I want to see just how fat I can get in only 10 days using you ultimate gain shake !’
I love reading these questions. They make me ponder on just how fat I’ve gotten.
You’ve probably heard many fantasies of gainers who were already fat as children, and you’re probably quite bored of this narrative. Sorry to disappoint, but this was exactly me. I’ve never been skinny. Throughout middle school I had a stout figure and round bully, nothing to major but definitely noticeable. One thing that is strange to me is how even back then, at age 10, I was bullied for being the ‘fat kid,’ despite probably not being any much heavier than 130lbs. I would love to hear what all those bullies who picked on my weight would say if they saw me now, an 860lbs pile of fat. I suppose I truly started gaining at 17. I realised there was something sexy to my size and I wanted to prolong it. I remember the immediate desire to gain because I was fearful I would suddenly lose all my current fat, as if randomly I would wake up and be skinny?! I know it was stupid. So, at 17, I would push myself to have a third helping of each meal and sneak my fat ass out to McDonald’s each night.
After three months of being on tumble, I created this blog and began to post pictures of my young fat body, as you can imagine my account blew up and I went viral in this community. In reality, all feedees want a popular tumblr account mostly because of the money it can generate for you - not because we’re obsessed with making money, but because we’re looking for an excuse to eat ourselves to death full time. I’m very grateful that my account went viral so quickly. I was able to drop out of high school at 17 and feed myself full-time. This was a real turning point for my gaining and it answers your second question - my quickest weight gain since I started. Dropping out of college to be a feedee full-time, meant I rarely left the house. Once every two hours I would pull my fat ass of the couch to search for food in the fridge or to get the door for the delivery I’d ordered. Over the course of two months, my weight gain was the most noticeable, and remains the most noticeable stage of my weight gain career. Day after day it became more taxing for me to pull myself off the coach, I could feel my thighs and bum wedging themselves in the 1-and-a-half seater armchair, and I was constantly out of breath from just sitting down. All of this just encourages me further and my daily blogs were getting more and more popular - I got 10,000 followers in just three months.
You didn’t ask it in your question, nor would I have expected you too, but one thing I’ve never shared on this app was a gaining experience I had at 18. It’d been a year a 8 months since I’d dropped out of college, and I was invited to my former college’s graduation ceremony. I hadn’t kept in touch with any of my friends from college, and none of them had really seen me since I’d left. I’d put on over 7 stone since I’d left and was unbelievably unrecognisable. At first I didn’t want to attend, but it was this link which made me go - embarrassment of being fat. I wore my dad’s suit for the day (which I subsequently ripped) - it was a tight squeeze (which I wanted, because it would enhance my bulge even more). It was a very intimate graduation ceremony and I would like to keep it that way by not sharing too much of it, but one thing I did want to share was this: waddling into the ceremony, I met my old principle, he looked me up and down as I slowly struggled across the lawn to him - at this point he hadn’t recognised me and must’ve thought I was just some fat American uncle coming to watch their neice/nephew’s graduation. It wasn’t until I was ten paces off him, he realised it was me. His jaw literally dropped and the expression on his face only gave me pleasure knowing how fat I’d grown myself. We spoke very briefly, mostly because he was still in such shock at the size of me. Just before I turned away, he put a hand on my chest (rather his hand sunk into my fatty torso) and he said “go easy on the food champ. My Great Grandpa had a heart-attach at just 40.” Obviously the principal’s words had no effect on me - otherwise I wouldn’t have eaten myself further into this hot fat mess. But I thought it was rather inappropriate of him to say something to that effect. When I turned away I could feel his stare on my huge bum as it jiggled behind me. He was truly disgusted at who I’d become. I made my way to a flimsy foldable chair, and not before checking to see if it would hold my weight, I sat down - back then I could just about squeeze myself into 1 chair.
In response to your last question: most of my weight gain since breaching 500lbs has been easy - I feel too heavy to move most of the time and am nearly always hungry. Your body will eventually succumb to the huge pile of fat you want it to be, and after that you’ll have so much more fun. Just some things I love about my morbidly obese body: my thighs are riddled with fat and cellulite making them so jiggly and soft for my husband to rub, I can’t see at least half of my fat rolls which just makes sex even more fun when your husband/boyfriend squeezes you in a place you’ve never felt before, my belly is so huge and heavy I struggle to breath and have to have an oxygen machine to help me breath, and finally eating becomes so much more pleasurable at 900lbs - I never worry about being too full. Each day for me is about pushing another milestone, having my husband force-feed me more and more. I’m completely immobile and confined to my bed, but I want to eat myself fatter and fatter until I block the door with my belly. I hope one day you can all experience this feeling of sheer obesity if you truly want to, I want to push my morbidly obese body even further, and even bigger, until I prove all those doctors who said I’d die of a cardiac arrest right. How great would it feel to pop like a blimp.
You said you were going to try and gain as much as you could in 10 days - do it.
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demonsandmischief · a year ago
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Something Special
Marvel - Bucky Barnes Imagine
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader,
Soulmate AU
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You can meet your soulmate in your dreams but you can't speak to them and you lose most memory when you wake up, but for some reason your soul mate has never met you there. You're certain they don't exist, until one day.
A/N: I imagine this taking place during TFATWS :).
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"What do you mean you've never met your soulmate in your dreams?" Sam Wilson asked his friend Bucky.
"I have nightmares, Sam. That is no place for them to be," Buck argued, taking a rag to wipe the blood off of his vibranium arm.
"But they probably think you're dead."
"It's just better off that way," the stoic man finished, his steely eyes meeting Sam's.
"I don't think you're willing to admit that you are scared to try," Sam said, his voice dropping to a softer tone as he leaned forward.
Bucky sighed. "Of course I'm scared. I am not what anybody wants for a lifelong partner," he whispered, dragging his flesh hand down his face.
"Bucky, that's not your choice to make." He stood up, walking away to let him think it over.
Bucky had heard stories of how people meet their soulmate in dreamland. It was a common occurance, but when he had first tried during World War II, he never got a response. There was no way he could even have one now. He was 106 years old after all.
Yet, when he went to bed that night, he decided to push his thoughts aside and focus on calling for you.
You had been waiting for your soulmate to meet you, but it had been years and never once did you hear anything back. You just figured you didn't have one.
Until that night as you were drifting to sleep, it was like a tingling sensation that drew you in. Your eyes were closed, yet it was like following a rope deeper into the darkness of your head.
At the end, was a man. He was tall and stern, and even though you were dreaming, you could feel his presence.
His facial expression remained masked when he saw you, but even you could see his dark eyes widen slightly. You couldn't believe it, after all this time. You searched his body for any distinguishable features, but only found a blurring image. It was going too fast and you were already waking up.
Bucky couldn't believe he saw you on his first try. Plus, seeing you meant no nightmares. Instead, he had a new longing to look for you, and when he woke the following morning he scrambled to write something down before he lost it.
"Shit," he groaned miserably, only managing to write down brown eyes. Most of the population has brown eyes.
"Someone's in a mood," Sam grinned when he caught sight of Bucky's deep frown, deeper than usual that is. He took another bite of toast. "We've got to move on this next lead. Be ready in five."
"Seriously, what's up with you?" Sam asked genuinely when they both were on the plane ready for their next destination.
"I took your advice-"
"Wait, wait. You took my advice?" Sam smiled widely.
"Yeah I took your advice," Bucky said sharply. "And I saw my soulmate, but I can't remember anything about her."
"You know that's just part of the gimmick. You'll figure out a way, Buck," he said sincerely, standing up.
Bucky couldn't be sure. If he dragged this out for too long, there was a possibility that you would find out who he was and never want to meet him. He wouldn't blame you for that.
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You felt like you were floating in clouds the whole day. For your entire life, you had seen people meet their person, and as you got older, you realized that the chances of you not having that were becoming greater than actually meeting them.
You didn't know what had changed, but you spent the entire day trying to come up with a plan to finally meet the handsome man you saw in your dreams.
You couldn't remember much. You tried to write or sketch him when you woke up, but all you got was blue eyes.
You wondered if you appeared to him in the same clothes you slept in, and if so, maybe you could fold a note in your pocket. You weren't sure you would even be able to remember it was there. Either way, it was worth a try.
The following night you were so excited you were certain you weren't going to be able to sleep, but you managed, and sure enough there was your broody man.
He gave a wave. His lips twitched up slightly, brightening all of his sharp features.
You reached into the pocket of your sweatshirt. You didn't know why, but you had the longing to do so, and you pulled out a small sheet of paper.
You stepped closer to the man, and placed the paper in his palm.
Y/N, Y/L/N, Your Address
Bucky didn't know how he managed to remember all of that once he woke up. He stared down at the scribbled piece of paper in wonder. Could it really be?
You were probably better off without him. He had not been a good man for most of his life, and you deserved more than him.
That's how Sam found him, sitting on the floor lost in thought, the paper scrunched in his fist.
Bucky relaxed his hand so his friend could see the writing. Sam blew out air, and sat down in front of him.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked as gently as possible.
"She deserves so much better than me."
"You can't decide that for her, Buck. You've kept her waiting long enough." Sam stood up, but spoke once more. "I'll get the plane ready if you change your mind. I think we both deserve a detour."
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You were on pins and needles the whole day. You truly wondered if your man got the message or not. You could just vaguely remember holding his hand, which means you must have given the paper, but you couldn't be sure. You were just willing someone to knock on your door.
Yet, as the day passed you grew less and less confident. If he remembered the note, surely he would have tracked you down by now. Unless he didn't actually want to track you down. Your thoughts were a swirling mess.
You didn't have any dreams that night. You woke up in cold sweat, a sinking feeling forming in your stomach. You felt nauseous. Was it you who ruined everything? Maybe he knew who you were already and decided to pass.
You weren't sure you had the energy to get up and go to work, but you forced yourself to start moving. Your thoughts were only going to get worse.
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The two men were quite far from the states and Bucky couldn't stop thinking as they made the long trek. For once, these thoughts were not dark flashbacks, they were a bit hopeful. What if she accepted him?
He felt bad that he couldn't sleep. He desperately wanted to see the girl of his dreams, but it just wasn't going to happen. Even Sam kept unusually quiet.
When they finally landed, it was evening, and the pair parted ways. Bucky would finish the journey alone and he was a nervous wreck, even though all of his emotions remained masked.
When he arrived at the address, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door... except there was no answer. He considered his options. He could have messed up the address, or maybe you gave him a fake one. What was he supposed to do now?
He was so lost in thought, he didn't even notice you pulling in.
Your heart fluttered in your chest as you saw the handsome man standing on your doorstep. All of the dreams you had forgotten came rushing forward.
"Hi," you greeted timidly. He was huge up close, definitely taller than you. He wore mostly black, leather gloves on his hands. His features were sharp and familiar from the dream.
He flashed a nervous smile that only lasted a second before his face went blank once more, "I was worried I had the wrong place."
"Yeah, sorry, I was at work," you said, shuffling a bit as the silence consumed you. You had dreamt of this moment, literally, yet you didn't know what to say.
"I'm Bucky," he said, his tone much softer as he looked at you, soaking you in.
"It's great to finally meet you. I'm Y/N, but you know that," you blushed. "Do you want to come in? I can make dinner or we can order something?"
"Okay," he nodded, following you inside. You realized he was very stern and very observant. Combined with your quiet and shy personality, you were quite a match.
"Do you want something to drink?" you asked from the kitchen, pulling ingredients to throw something together for you both to eat.
"No, but thanks." Bucky sat on the stool by the island unsure of what to say or do, but he enjoyed watching you. There was something very positive about you and your home. It felt good.
"Can I ask about the gloves?" you ask curiously, throwing some chicken in a hot pan.
It seemed like you didn't know who he was. He slowly pulled off his gloves, revealing his metal hand.
"Woah, cool," you said, moving closer. "Can I touch it?"
Bucky furrowed his brows, "I guess."
You couldn't help yourself. It was so smooth and shiny, and you giggled happily.
"I guess you can't feel it," you said, reaching for his flesh hand and tracing just like you were on the metal.
He couldn't have been happier to have the stupid arm at that moment. He loved hearing your laugh, and feeling your fingertips gave him goosebumps. His shadowed mind seemed almost calm in your presence, and he knew just from being around for a short time that you were going to be his addiction.
You dropped his hand, meeting his beautiful blue eyes. Your lips quirked automatically, and you were relieved to know the tension was finally broken.
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A/N: aw yay I love this. Here's part 2 :))
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aceofshitposts · a month ago
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Congratulations on the increase of your followers 😘😘😘😘 how about JayTim with Dick realizing he sent Tim to Jason after battle for the cowl? Like, right when he left the cave, he went to find Jason and managed to drag him with him in the journey.
quick shoutout to @yasmindifference who just posted that 'be my robin' snippet so now i'm just thinking about THAT as hard as i can cuz like mm chef's kiss perfect interaction between jay and tim so here's uh my little twist :)
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"Be my Robin."
"No. You should be mine, instead."
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It takes Dick about three weeks to realize he hasn't seen hide nor hair of Tim or Jason since inheriting the cowl. Between wrangling Damian and trying to clean up the aftermath of Bruce's death, he can't hide from the fact he's let the two of them slip through the cracks.
"Hey, O? Have you heard from Hood or, uh," he falters slightly, realizing he isn't sure what callsign to use for Tim, "T, recently?"
"Not since the Gun Batman incident," Oracle intones, a mechanical sigh reaching through the coms. "You want me to look for them?"
"Yeah, thanks O."
"Mhm. There's been gunshots fired over by the First Bank of Gotham on 23rd."
And just like that Dick is back to being Batman.
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"I can't find them, either of them."
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Months. Months of no contact when Tim and Jason quite literally explode back into Gotham. Not that Dick knows what's going on, because he doesn't except that the city is crawling with League ninjas. Fantastic.
No time to dwell on his two missing siblings being back in town, both sporting some new costumes Dick notices idly, when Batman has a job to do.
The sun is just threatening to peak of the horizon by the time the night is over and Dick manages to track Jason and Tim down to a rooftop where both are sprawled out on the concrete. Tim's costume is closer to a Batgirl costume in style, although all the accents are emblazed in white rather than a yellow or purple. Little bat ear horns peak out from under his much longer than Dick remembers hair.
Jason's costume, Dick remembers most of it. Red Robin. A mantle he took up briefly before his untimely demise. Some of the elements have been swapped for a mixture between the Red Robin costume Dick remembers and the Red Hood, like the sleek black helmet currently sitting beside Jason, the visor vaguely reminiscent of a bird's beak.
"I see you two are getting along."
Tim sits up at Dick's announcement, propping himself up on one elbow to watch him approach. From beside Tim, Dick hears Jason snort.
"No thanks to you."
Tim reaches over and bodily elbows Jason in the stomach. Jason barely grunts.
"To what do we owe the pleasure, Batman?" Tim asks briskly, all business. It hurts, just a little.
Dick pauses. Jason is openly staring at him with contempt, okay, he probably deserves that; while the white lenses of Tim's mask give nothing away. There's so many things Dick wants to ask, where were you, what were you doing, what just happened, but instead he opens his mouth and says, "I'm glad you're okay. Both of you."
"Thank you for the concern." Tim's mouth tugs into a frown, the half face mask doing nothing to conceal it. "The League won't be a problem for a while."
Jason snickers. "Yeah, 'specially since you blew up half their bases."
Tim elbows Jason again, which only makes him laugh harder. It's... a far cry from the last time Dick saw the two of them. When Jason was constantly, and literally, at Tim's throat.
"Will you be around...?" Dick tries not to sound too desperate. Tim and Jason had already proven their proclivity for dropping off the map at a moments notice, even escaping Oracle's all seeing eyes. He just hopes they won't be doing it again. At least, not so soon.
"I think we'll be around for a while," Tim says, tilting his head towards Jason who nods. "It's Echo, now, by the way."
"And Red Robin," Jason says dispassionately from where he's lying down, giving a two fingered salute to the lightening sky.
Dick takes that as his cue to leave, giving Tim a brisk nod and grappling away to head back to the Batmobile. He looks over his shoulder as he goes, just barely catching the sight of Jason sitting up and leaning into Tim's space and.
Oh.
Looks like Jason is still at Tim's neck.
He turns his head back ahead. There will be time for processing that particular piece of the puzzle later.
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httpbakugou · 8 months ago
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late night stroll
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pairing/s; fred weasley x fem!reader
warning/s; none
word count; 5.2k
summary; a late night stroll ends up with fred weasley discovering a rather rebellious little hufflepuff that promptly turns his world upside down. 
a/n; they call each other miss heartbreaker and mister loverboy affectionally no don’t touch me,,, anw this was supposed to be my fred fanfic’s first chapter but i changed the flow of the story now so it’s an imagine instead. a portion of this was inspired by that one fred imagine where they also bump into each other in the kitchens (i looked everywhere but can’t find it gah)
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the painting swung open soundlessly and a certain flash of yellow darted past, keeping high alert for any noise or movement that wasn't yours. even in your night things, the hufflepuff still sported an immense amount of house pride; bearing a yellow wool sweater and bee striped pajamas.
it had just chimed half past one in the morning at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry and the castle was well put under a deep sleep. if a teacher were to catch you roaming about well after hours and sneaking out of the kitchens, it was inevitable that you'd be in detention for what could possibly be months.
probably even more if filch and that bloody cat of his were the ones to find you. everyone knew just how much he blew things out of proportion.
just like you were doing so now, robes fat and heavy, tied together to form a makeshift sack to carry the dozens of treacle tarts and pumpkin pies you'd been offered by the house elves. you really only visited the kitchens whenever you couldn't sleep, often even to do a spot of homework, and tonight was no different. usually, after a warm cup of cocoa has done its job, you'd find your eyelids grow noticeably heavy and promptly pass out.
but the best thing about being a badger was the spotless record and quite possibly the stereotype that came with it. it didn't hurt either that everybody paid more attention to the blatant rule-breaking gryffindors or the chaotic slytherins who were always looking for a fight with one another.
because of this, the hufflepuff basements were always the least patrolled after the ravenclaw towers. you found a way to always work this to your favor.
you were humming contentedly to yourself as you neared the stack of barrels leading to your common room, mind drifting elsewhere and foggy with sleep. before you could reach the barrels though, you found yourself literally stumbling into someone's chest, a soft 'oof' emitting from the both of you, and you landed flat on your behind, bag of tasty treats clutched tight to your chest to avoid spilling them all over the floor.
immediately, your blood turned ice-cold as the other person reached out a hand to help you up. before you could register the mop of tousled red hair or the freckled face, your head was bowed and you were already apologizing.
"i am so, so sorry, professor! i couldn't sleep and i just—"
"bloody hell, keep it down, would you? if you don't, an actual professor might come 'round and then we'd both be sorry."
you blinked in momentary confusion as you finally faced the stranger, who sported a massive teasing and shit-eating grin on his face. relief flooded your system when you realized you recognized the ginger.
"oh! weasley!"
"...oh?"
"yeah, you're in my year, right? along with your twin?" you wracked your brain for the name that belonged to the specific twin. "...george, was it? and you're fred?"
it was such a miniscule thing to others, but for fred weasley, the action rendered him speechless. it was a rather rare occurrence that he was identified correctly, used to having to tell people—even his own mum—of who he is. and, yeah, this girl might've probably just taken a shot in the dark at it but fred appreciated it all the same.
"uh—yeah, i'm fred."
you had recognized the weasley twin almost immediately because not only were they in your year or in a couple of your classes, but because you'd played against them and their house numerous times in quidditch. they were also known to be ruthless beaters and you could vividly remember a broken arm of yours last year no thanks to them.
you also knew that the twins were practically infamous with the constant pranks and jokes they pulled on just about everybody. there were a number of times that you were warned to stay away from them and the gryffindors entirely if you liked the color of your hair.
"by the way, what're you doing out here after hours?" the cheeky grin made its way back onto his face as fred crossed his arms. he shrugged nonchalantly. "just curious."
"i could ask you the same thing actually." you shot him an identical smile back and made to step around the boy with your robes still cradled against you, but was blocked from doing so once again. at least this time you didn't land on your ass.
you had to look up at the sixteen year old boy who, for some unfair reason, was already a head taller than you. "yes?"
"you're barefoot." fred found himself blurting, glancing down to the girl's toes which were colored a dark yellow color. probably gold if he squints.
he didn't know why he didn't let her pass. something about her intrigued him, probably something to do with the fact that he was in her year and didn't notice her until now. a rebellious gryffindor like him? surely he would've noticed.
you chuckled. "and what of it? it makes less noise that way."
fred raised an eyebrow at this. "quite the veteran, aren't you?"
"quite." you nodded officially, fiddling with your robes, which drew fred's attention. "surprised you haven't noticed actually. i've only been sneaking out every other tuesday."
fred snorted at the joke and gestured to the bundle in your arms. "snacks, i gather?"
you nodded again. "was only supposed to be a cup of cocoa but the elves insisted i take them, said i might get hungry."
you revealed the numerous tarts and pies gathered in your robes and giggled. "they were right, i'm ravishing right about now."
just then, heavy footsteps rounded the corner accompanied by the sound of a clattering lamplight. filch.
fred heard it first and quickly acted upon pure instinct. you barely had any time to react as he pulled you into a secluded alcove that fred and his brother have used on more than one occasion.
"who's there?" filch's voice called out, his cat mewling softly as he stepped into the hall. "i heard voices! show yourselves!"
if anything, fred pressed himself closer to you as you started to breathe heavily with panic. and when breathing like that in an alcove that echoed, it tended to get rather noisy, so fred slowly cupped your mouth as you stared at him with wide eyes. with his other hand, he gestured for you to be quiet and calm down.
they stayed like that for a good two minutes, just silently communicating with their eyes, before filch huffed and walked away, calling out to his cat to follow. but they waited a little more, ears straining to hear that filch's footsteps weren't coming any closer and only then did fred peek his head out to check if the coast was clear.
you peeked out as well before he could tell you to. your fingers were shaking with adrenaline and your heart was beating so fast. but you’ve done this a hundred times before? surely the pace of your heart didn’t have anything to do with the good-looking gryffindor boy in front of you?
fred turned to you, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "i think—"
"—we should get back to bed? yeah, yes, definitely." you nodded eagerly. "i think i'll go first."
you waved at him before he called out to you in a confused whisper. "where are you going? we're from the same house anyway so let's head back together."
"i...what?"
"i said—"
"no, i heard you. but... fred, i'm not in gryffindor." you took a moment to bask in the surprise that had fred sputtering like a fish. "i'm a hufflepuff."
you grinned as he glanced at the entrance to the hufflepuff basement a little ways away, speechless.
he couldn’t believe he didn’t piece it together, or see your house colors on your robe when you showed it to him. admittingly, it was a little dark.
at that, you turned away, tapping on the barrels until the biggest one slid open to reveal a short hallway that went down. with fred watching as you turned back around, just before entering, you waved.
"don't you remember breaking my arm during quidditch last year?"
he didn't.
and as he walked back to the gryffindor tower, fred startled with the realization that he hadn't asked for your name. he'd apparently broken some rebellious hufflepuff's arm, who was bloody fit on top of it, and he didn't even get a name.
back in the dorms, george squinted at the light that bled through the now open door as his twin walked through it. he watched fred as he collapsed on his bed face down before george smacked him with a pillow. what the hell was he sulking for?
"where's my pie?"
fred groaned into his pillow and george raised an eyebrow.
"you forgot, i take it?" he sighed and received another groan in response. “what took you so long, anyway?”
fred was saying something but with his face pressed against the pillow, it was just muffled chatter. george smacked him again. “i can’t understand you, you git.”
fred lifted his head, “i ran into a hufflepuff on the way to the kitchens,” and dropped his head back down.
in the dark, george’s face was plainly confused. “a hufflepuff? are you sure?”
fred made a sound that sounded like ‘yes’.
“alright then, what’s her name?”
fred rolled onto his back, staring at the top of his canopy bed. “i forgot to ask. and i think i insulted her by assuming she was a gryffindor.”
george frowned. “and...?”
“and,” fred huffed, sitting up and facing george’s bed in the dark. “apparently, i broke her arm during a quidditch match last year.”
“you’re joking.”
“wish i was.”
“you broke her arm and you don’t even know her name? bloody rude of you.”
“will you two shut it? i’d like to get some shut eye before i flunk transfig tomorrow, thank you very much.” lee jordan huffed in the bed next to fred’s, glaring at them in the dark before turning his back on them. “her name’s [y/n]. i commentated that match, mate. and as a matter of fact, fred, you were very rude. didn’t even apologize, not once.”
lee clicked his tongue and promptly fell back asleep.
fred looked wide eyed at george, who could tell that his twin brother already had something brewing in his head.
“whatever it is, it can wait ‘till tomorrow. i’m going to go to bed now, starving mind you.” george stage-whispered at fred and turned over.
fred just sat there in the pale moonlight filtering through his window, cooking up a plan to see you again. and apologize of course.
and so, for the entirety of the next day, fred weasley would catch your particular head of hair practically everywhere… just before you ducked out of sight.
he’d been tracking you down incessantly since breakfast, even going as far as to send underclassmen after you with an invitation to meet with him, which he has yet to hear a reply from. he didn’t understand why your face grew paler with every note. but alas, the day was only halfway through and that left plenty of chances for fred to cook up some plan to sidle right back to your side.
george and lee were particularly unsettled as to why you’ve suddenly been dropped onto fred’s radar after a chance encounter and why he was so adamant about meeting you. they wondered if he’d found yet another prank victim and could only hope that he wouldn’t have you sprouting a lizard’s tail before the yule ball. but when they asked, their confusion only skyrocketed.
“i want to ask her to the ball.” he shrugged during potions, his concentration focused entirely on the bubbling cauldron in front of him that he didn’t notice the startled look his best mates shared.
“the ball, mate?” lee queried, handing his partner the container of dried billywig stings when he asked for it. he leaned his elbows on the table as he gestured airily at the twins in front of him. “isn’t that a little, you know, coldhearted for a prank?”
“coldhearted?” fred turned, eyebrows furrowed. “why would my asking [y/n] to be my date to the ball be coldhearted? and why would i prank her?”
george tried to read his brother’s expression, only to blink in surprise at what he saw. the bloke was being genuine. “bloody hell, you’re serious? i thought you only wanted to apologize?”
“damn, what exactly happened last night?” lee gaped at the sporadic turn of events.
fred was known for being a little bit of a flirt, dating through girls as fast as hermione reads through books. just last week, he was swearing up and down that he’d go stag, saying he wanted to be the hottest bachelor available for the ladies.
fred just faced the wideye potion they were concocting, lifting a shoulder to shrug. “magic, if i had to guess.”
when his friends weren’t looking, he took the chance to glance across the room to where you stood with your partner, cedric diggory, your potion simmering and finished in front of you. he watched as you idly flipped the page of a thick textbook, talking animatedly about one of the passages with the hogwarts champion.
he watched as you huffed, mocked cedric, and tucked your hair behind your ear, then moved to eye the scar on the exposed side of your elbow, no doubt a reminder of the injury you mentioned that he'd gifted you. he winced at how much of an arsehole he probably seemed last year, where he didn’t even bother to apologize when the bludger he sent for you that ended up winning the match also ending up giving you an oblique fracture.
he knew of the details now because it was the first thing he hounded for shortly after breakfast, madam pomfrey tutting all the while.
he watched, unable to peel his eyes away, as you turned your head and met his gaze. fred barely had time to smile before you abruptly looked away, cheeks pinking. your reaction confused him; why were you acting like you didn’t know him? why hadn’t you responded to his letters?
surely, being tucked in a secluded alcove while evading possible consequences bonded you somehow?
with your face flaming, you stared at the open book in front of you, not quite digesting the text or whatever it was your best friend was trying to discuss with you. mid-sentence, cedric noticed that your eyes had glazed over and glanced towards the back of the room where fred was now openly fixated on you.
“pretty boy weasley’s staring at you again. can't believe he's been at it since breakfast.” he shook his head in disbelief as he nudged your shoulder. “what you did to get his attention, i’ll never know.”
“he calls you pretty boy diggory, too, you know. him and his twin.” you snapped, brows furrowed and cheeks still warm. “and i told you; i just bumped into him last night.”
“i’m aware they call me that, and let me rephrase; i'll never understand.” cedric then gestured at your pockets, stuffed with letters and notes from the particular ginger. “also, a ‘bump’ doesn’t receive that much attention. reckon you made quite the impression.”
you rolled your eyes, waving off his statement. “he’s going to prank me, or stand me up, whichever comes first, ced. i know it.”
“oh? how so?”
“i just do.”
cedric leaned his hip on the table, a mocking smirk evident as ever. “‘you just do’? have you asked him?”
“you don’t just ask someone if they want to prank you, you twit.” you scoffed. “correction; you don’t just ask frederick bloody weasley if he wants to prank you.”
“right, so you don’t just ask fred weasley if he wants to prank or stand you up.” he pointed out, playing along.
“that’s exactly what i said.” you glared at your best friend for making light of the situation.
he lifted his hands in surrender. “just checking.”
the conversation was cut short as professor snape started his rounds of inspecting the completed potions. since you were up at the front of the class, he approached your cauldron first, taking his time to examine the concoction. when he deemed it acceptable, he just nodded and turned his nose up, moving onto the next pair.
the warning bell tolled just as the professor finished his rounds and announced to the class. “to those with potions worthy of my approval, you may collect a few vials from them. hopefully, they’ll help you keep attentive when i’m handing out instructions, unlike mr. henley over here.”
timothy henley seemed to shrink as professor snape sneered at him, but thankfully did not take away points from your housemate. you made a mental note to hand him some of your potion later.
professor snape then turned on the weasley twins, just before you were all to move to your next class. snape eyed fred as he was still looking over in your direction. “and mr. weasley, perhaps not too attentive.”
cedric gave a loud cough, appearing to hold back laughter as your face burned even brighter.
once classes were over, you finally had time to aid cedric in his search for anything that could help him with the second task. you’d arranged to meet at the library all the way across the castle, but you remembered that you owned a couple books on underwater lore so you figured it best split up to take a detour by your dormitory.
you now ducked under the threshold of the main barrel leading out of your common room, the strap of your bookbag still digging into your shoulder from all the books weighing it down despite dropping off some stuff. as you set foot in the hallway outside of the passage leading into the hufflepuff basements, it was there that you found fred waiting, leaning against the column directly opposite you, tapping his foot.
"bit different," he spoke once he caught sight of you, looking up and around the well lit hall. "meeting you here in broad daylight, i mean. must be the lighting."
stopping dead in your tracks, you debated whether turning back was a good idea when he looked up and found you frozen with indecision. too late now. you watched as his face broke out into a smile and he walked to meet you, his long legs making short work of it.
almost as if disobeying you, your lips twitched upwards at fred's shot at a joke. you slowly started walking towards the end of the hall and found him following you. because of that, you walked faster.
"did you need something, weasley?" you kept your focus trained forward, knowing that if you looked him in the eyes, it was game over. you shifted your weight. “i’m in a little bit of a hurry.”
everything was different in the daytime. you were different in the daytime.
he glanced at your shoulder, down to your bag, and, before you could react, lifted it onto his own. “where to?”
you sputtered, reaching for your belongings, but he just ducked out of reach, a wide grin on his face. “honestly, what’s with you?”
he shrugged with the shoulder that wasn’t held down. “you weren’t responding to my letters, so i figured you preferred a more direct approach.”
“you just can’t take a hint, can you?” you sighed, resigned to the fact that this was your life now and that fred was matching your pace.
“if you bothered to read my letters, you’d know that i want you to be my date to the ball.”
“i actually did read them, but you’ll have to excuse me if i don’t plan on being humiliated any time soon.”
fred stopped walking, staring at you like you’d wounded him. “why would you be humiliated if you went with me?”
it wasn’t like you could just keep walking, cedric needed those books, so you paused as well, a little ways in front of him, and crossed your arms.
“i’m sure you’d be a great date if you were sincere, but knowing your reputation, this—” you gestured between the two of you. “—is anything but. it’s just a cruel joke.”
“a joke?” he blinked, his expression turning confused. then realization dawned upon him. “wait, what? no, i’m not—this isn’t—why would you even think that?”
you snorted, all but rolling your eyes. he was really convincing, you had to give him that. no wonder the entirety of the castle fawned over the redhead. he had charm.
“because that’s who you are, weasley. it’s what you’re known to do.”
fred stood in stunned silence while you, seeing the opportunity, took back your bookbag. he let you.
you waved as you turned your back on him and walked away. “see you around, lover boy. don’t forget to report back to your twin that your attempt at a heartless joke failed.”
he just watched you leave without another word.
once you were a good distance away, you all but ran towards the secluded nook at the farthest part of the library, one that was yours and cedric’s particular spot, ever since second year. here, light was dim and noise was at an all time low.
when you reached it, you huffed and dropped the bag—which was practically bursting at the seams now—you’ve been lugging around on the table, taking the seat across from the gray-eyed boy who looked startled to see you.
he stopped flipping through the book on the table and stared at you as you unpacked. “what are you doing here? and where’s fred?”
“hullo, [y/n]. i missed you and thank you so, so much for helping my desperate arse.” you mocked, taking the liberty of greeting yourself when cedric practically ignored the fact that you’d both agreed to meet here. you pulled out a thick textbook, made yourself comfortable, and began flipping through the pages for anything helpful.
“did something go wrong?” he asked after a beat and you looked up, frowning.
“what do you mean ‘did something go wrong?’, he tried asking me to the yule as a joke.” you scoffed, dropping your attention back to the book. “didn’t get very far, though. i saw right through him.”
cedric kept on staring.
you scowled, eyes snapping up. “what?”
he sighed, shaking his head at your cluelessness. “can’t believe you turned down a genuine date to the ball.”
“genuine?” you waved away the term. “you and i both know fred weasley doesn’t have a single genuine bone in his body.”
“let’s see,” cedric smirked, leaning back in his chair, ticking off fingers as he spoke. “he asked for my permission to take you, wrote formal letters asking you out, had them delivered, and even waited for you outside of the common room for a more direct approach, did he not?”
you gaped. “he asked you for permission? why? and why do you know he was waiting for me?”
he nodded. “simple. i just asked him if he wanted to prank or stand you up after potions, even after your protests about that. he was quite nice about it, said he wanted to get to know you better and, i quote, ‘what better way to do so than at a proper ball?’ then i merely suggested he wait you out, knowing how stubborn you can be.”
cedric watched, satisfied, as numerous emotions passed through you. “if that doesn’t scream ‘genuine’, then i don’t know what will for you.”
you sat there in stunned silence, struggling to form words as he leaned his elbows on the table, locked his hands together, and rested his chin on the tops of his knuckles, all while sporting a smug look on his face. “so remind me again why you’re here?”
“oh helga,” you breathed. “i was so heartless, i practically insulted him as i left. i’ve got to—”
you swallowed, your throating having suddenly gone desert dry. “i’ve got to apologize somehow.”
“that’s what he was trying to do, too, you know. for last year.” cedric gestured to your arm before looking back down at the book he was studying.
as if you’d been struck by lightning, you hurriedly tried to pack your things but cedric just waved you off, not even bothering to lift his head. “i’ll take care of that, you go get your man.”
you shot him a sharp look as you brushed yourself off. “he’s not my man, ced.”
he looked up when your steps faded away and watched fondly as you rushed out of the library, shaking his head with a small smile on his face. ever since last year, you and fred had been dancing just outside of each other’s social circles, and cedric knew it was a matter of time before you met.
he knew you’d caught fred’s eye long before today, having gotten to know fred during the summer. he also knew just how much you liked fred, even after the quidditch match last year, as much as you tried to repress those feelings.
“not yet anyway,” he muttered to himself. then he turned back to the stacked assortment of books that were supposed to help him breathe underwater and hopefully not drown him. “now, where were we?”
meanwhile, you’re now hustling up the staircase towards the gryffindor tower, the only place that makes sense at the moment because you didn’t know enough about fred to know his usual whereabouts, or know enough about fred, period. but it seemed like luck was on your side as his towering height seemed to make him stick out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of the students headed back to their common room.
“weasley!” you called, waving your arms in the air like a lunatic and attracting the attention of literally everyone around you. “weasley, hey!”
his hulking figure seemed to slow to a halt, eventually turning around to meet your determined gaze. he had seemed to be in a conversation with someone, but you couldn’t see who because from what you could tell, they were much, much shorter than he was. only when you saw the head of flowing red hair did you figure that he was talking to ginny weasley, his younger sister.
a small smile seemed to grow on his lips at the sight of you approaching him as well as a prideful glint that shone brightly in his eyes when he crossed his arms. “well, well, well, if it isn’t miss heartbreaker herself.”
you finally came to a stand in front of him, smiling in greeting at his sister, who smiled back as she not-so-subtly elbowed her brother in the ribs. he yelped at the gesture and rubbed at his side, giving ginny a ‘what the bloody hell was that for?’ look.
“looks like you won’t be needing any more advice, brother, so i’ll be taking my leave.” she shot you one last smile before walking towards the direction of the fat lady’s portrait.
as soon as she was gone, you turned to fred and blurted out the first thing that came to mind; an apology. “i’m so sorry for reacting the way i did, i should have listened to you, not to mention i was absolutely judgemental towards you—”
you were so focused on getting your own apology out, you didn’t realize that fred was doing the exact same thing at the exact same time.
“sorry about your arm, i knew how much of a jerk i was then, and i guess i should’ve been a little more aware of how i might’ve come across earlier—”
both of you stopped, bringing the somewhat one sided conversation to a halt, and practically tripped over what to say next.
“sorry, what were you saying?”
“no, you go, i interrupted, i’m sorry.”
“it’s fine! i just—”
with a dry bout of laughter, you cut yourself off, running a hand through your hair. fred’s eyes followed the movement. “we’re going in circles.”
fred seemed to pick up his confidence once again. “well, i’d like to dance circles around you, [y/l/n]. at the ball.”
you blinked up at him. “you know my name? i don’t remember telling you.”
“i have my ways.” fred’s grin was wider than the cheshire cat. you rolled your eyes as he chuckled. “right, well, i need to formally and properly apologize for breaking your arm.”
“what, this thing?” you momentarily touched your scar and waved off the statement. “old news, weasley.”
fred then gestured down the corridor, meaning to walk with you, and you did just that back down the steps. “what made you come see me? or change your mind about me rather?”
“cedric. made me realize i treated you unfairly.” you hummed, turning at him with a sorry look on your face. “sorry again about what i said.”
“sticks and stones.” he waved it off, shrugging. “believe it or not, you’re not the first person to react that way towards me.”
“oh, i believe it.” you laughed, absentmindedly touching your hand to his bicep. almost immediately, you felt the muscles flex just beneath your fingertips, and your face flared red. “sorry.”
“s’alright.” he shrugged and offered up the rest of his arm. you took it. “consider this practice for the ball.”
“i haven’t said yes, you know.” you teased, knowing full well you were going with him. you wanted to get to know the guy you spent huddled with in a secluded alcove a little better.
fred seemed to follow your train of thought, a mischievous look crossing his face. “shall we find another alcove and see if i can convince you?”
to anyone else, it looked like another hogwarts couple strolling their way through the courtyard. but to each other, they looked like someone worth getting to know. and who knows, maybe it could develop into something a little more.
but for now, apologies were set and expectations were hammered down. no more judgements were held between the two of them as slowly but surely, they found a safe place in one another.
“hey,” you spoke up after a beat of silence of just soaking up the last of the sunshine before sunset. “you up for another late night stroll tonight?”
“what’s this? a hufflepuff on a rebellious streak?” fred grinned, throwing his arm over the girl he’d eventually come to love. “we’ve barely started hanging out, don’t tell me i’ve already become a bad influence on you?”
you playfully knocked aside the boy you’d surprisingly find yourself growing fond of. “you wish. i was always this badass.”
“i’m so taking you as my date to the ball.” fred laughed, messing up your hair. “whether or not you agree, you’re mine.”
“how very alpha male of you, weasley.” you rolled your eyes and pushed him away, but the small smile on your lips betrayed your actions. was it getting hotter? or was it your face again?
fred watched as you fixed your hair, eyes bright. “call me freddie.”
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cappujinho · 9 months ago
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💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend
A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x
genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?
words: ~ 4.1 k
disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!
[H/N means 'his (bias) name']
In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.
Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.
His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?
As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.
Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.
There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.
But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?
But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.
Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.
The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.
“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.
“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.
“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.
“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.
“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”
“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.
“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.
“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.
“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.
“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.
“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.
At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.
“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.
“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.
“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”
What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.
He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”
“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.
“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.
“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.
“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.
“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”
The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.
When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.
“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.
“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”
“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”
“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.
“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.
“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”
“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”
You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.
“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”
“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.
“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”
“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.
“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.
“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.
“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”
“Isn’t that right?” he said.
“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”
You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.
“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”
“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.
“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”
“As always.”
The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.
“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.
“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”
Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.
“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.
As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.
“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.
“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.
His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.
You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.
“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”
“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.
“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”
You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.
“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.
“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.
“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.
“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.
“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.
“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”
His tone was surprisingly calm.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”
“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.
“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”
“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.
“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.
“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.
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astaroth1357 · a year ago
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Brothers Accidentally Make the MC Cry
Hello, this is the obligatory italics blurb that I have to put under my titles or else things look weird and it bothers me. Don’t mind the blurb. The blurb is a friend. (Though I could start writing pieces of a little story up here just to see if anyone even reads them… Hm…. Ideas, ideas...)
Warning: Angsty
Lucifer 
If he were being honest, he’d say that a part of him had always feared this would happen...
Lucifer likes to tell himself that he’s invincible, but everyday stresses can get to him just like anybody else. And like other people, he may not always act his best when he’s dealing with a full plate…
The MC hadn’t meant to make his day harder when they told him that they accidentally broke a lamp. It was a genuine accident! But Lucifer was still dealing with the fallout from another one of Mammon’s failed schemes, Satan had cursed all of his ties again, and Beel had eaten every scrap of food in the House… for the second time that week...
In comparison to everything else, a broken lamp was quite minor, but for Lucifer it was just the last straw and, for just a moment, he lost control…
His palm slamming against his desk hard enough to snap its legs and send it crashing to the ground. He scarcely knew what kind of look he had on his face, but whatever it was, he had made his human jump back in shock...
Really, it was silly for them to assume that he had gotten that upset over a lamp, but he saw tears starting to gather in their eyes all the same as they stammered out a quiet apology… 
It felt like an ice spike to the heart. Damn his temper… He really ought to have been more careful with them after… well, everything he’d done before…
He was quick to go over to them, catching their face with his hand and giving them the most sincere apology he could muster while wiping away their tears… Overreactions aren’t becoming of him and he hated to cause them pain… 
He, of course, took care of the lamp himself as penance and on the surface that seemed to be it (but to anyone paying attention, he had softened up on the MC considerably for at least a week. They probably could have sworn in front of Diavolo and he’d let it slide, he felt that bad about it...)
“I’m sorry, MC, I shouldn't have reacted like that… You haven’t done anything wrong, I promise… Please, there’s no need to cry…”
Mammon
Oh? What's that? His heart is now in a million pieces now...? Well, that seems fair…
He and the MC were out on one of his gambling nights and he was actually on a killer winning streak for once! Jackpots around every corner, he was rolling in it!
The MC had tried to convince him to just throw in the towel early, take his winnings while he had them and bail, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.
In hindsight, their insistence must have really shown how much the MC cared about him and wanted him to keep his earnings... but in the heat of the moment all he saw was someone trying to spoil his one night of fun.
To be fair to Mammon, it’s rather rare for him to lose control of his anger like he did. But when they tried to pull him away from the roulette table, he genuinely snarled at them and told them to get lost...!
Fortunately, he regretted his actions immediately after he saw the hurt in their eyes…
If their goal had been to get him to step away from the table, they achieved it. But only because he got up to pull them into a hug while stammering out apologies… Watching them actually shed tears hurt worse than any rope Lucifer had ever tied around him...
He spent the rest of the night away from the casino and trying to cheer up his human like his life depended on it... Seeing them in pain just tore him up that much.
"Ah, come on MC… I'm sorry, honest…! Please don't look at me like that, I'll do whatever ya want okay...? Just no more cryin…"
Leviathan 
Now thinks he's the worst, literally the worst. Lower than lesser demon spit. Lower than Cerberus' shit. Lower than… well, you get the idea…
Levi can get very… intense when things involving his passions are brought up. This can be a fairly endearing quality… but it also means he gets disproportionately impassioned about seemingly minor things.
Levi ended up snapping at the MC when they let him over-sleep one day. This wasn’t unusual for them to do as Levi’s sleep schedule was notoriously shitty, but they shouldn't have done it that particular day…
An item he wanted on Akuzon was going to go live that morning and he had to be awake to participate in the bidding. He had mentioned it to the MC the day before, but he blew past it so quickly they didn’t actually remember…
He found out that he missed the bidding after he woke up and he was pissed. Genuinely enraged that they didn’t remember to wake him up to the point that he was shouting and baring his fangs! 
… Really it was not a good look and he should have known better.
The look of fear and the tears gathering in the MC’s eyes snapped him out of it like a hard slap to the face, and somehow, it stung even more than that would’ve... It wasn’t long before he was crying along with them, practically begging for forgiveness...
He made it up to them by having a private showing of their favorite movie using a projector in the Planetarium, cuddling with them under a blanket while still, occasionally, muttering apologies under his breath.
“M-MC…? MC don’t cry…!! Please don’t cry, I- I’m sorry!! I… MC… I’m so sorry…”
Satan
Like Lucifer, he always worried this would happen and he hated when it finally came to pass…
He’d spent all his life learning how to restrain his temper, but it’s not a perfect science. There are the occasional times where the heat of the moment gets the better of him and he does something he regrets…
The MC had walked in on him one morning while he was fuming about Beel leaving the fridge empty again. It hadn’t been the first time they’d seen him like this, but this time he was absolutely furious.
He had told Beel again and again and again to get his snacking under control or to, you know, get up early and get more food so the whole family wouldn’t spend the morning starving but noooo! Mr. I’m Hungry never thinks about anything but his own stomach and then leaves whoever’s on kitchen duty to pick up the slack like some dimwitted muscle-bound meathead and THEN-!!
When the MC tried to take his arm to calm him down, he jerked their hand away from him and roared right in their face. He may not be a lion, but the full sound of a pissed off demon could make humans have breakdowns all on its own…
Which was more or less what the MC began to do as he gripped their wrist, panicking while taking shallow, stuttered breaths…
Satan's anger left him swiftly and he let them go, only reaching out to touch them again when he tried to wipe the tears from their cheeks… He had to coo and beg for them to calm down, which was only so successful because he was fighting back tears himself… 
On a scale of 1-10 of the worse things his temper has ever done, he'd rank this a firm 200... He refused to touch them for about a week afterwards and it took a long time for him to trust himself again… He just didn't want to hurt them...
"MC?? MC…? M… Oh no… MC, I'm so sorry, I would never hurt you! I… I wouldn't dare… please believe me..."
Asmodeus 
Oh baby! Sweetheart! Love of his life!! No, please no… don't subject him to this…
MC and Asmo were out dancing and some witch came by to try and flatter him.
Now, Asmo is a flirt normally, but get a few drinks in him and well… Let's just say his love of attention overrides his better judgment far more often than it should and friends don't let friends go home with creepy witches.
When the MC told the witch to scram, Asmo was confused and, frankly, quite irritated. That lovely lady had been stroking his ego in all the right ways and his human just scared her off so rudely!
Under most situations, Asmo would have kept his cool better but the haze of Demonus made his tongue loose... which let the venom fly…
He couldn’t quite remember what he said. The words left his mouth so quickly that they slurred together on his clumsy tongue, but it must have been enough because the MC flinched away from him.
That hurt all on its own, but as he started to process the pain in their eyes… he had never sobered up so fast...
He had their cheeks cupped in his hands and were kissing away their tears within the instant. Though the loud music at the club should have drowned out his apologies, the MC could see it written all over his equally tearful face…
He pulled them into his arms and then out of the club shortly after, the fog of Demonus that plagued him just moments before had long left him and all he knew was that the MC needed to be brought home and cuddled… stat.
“M-MC…? I’m sorry was it something… did I…? I’m so sorry… Please don’t cry…!”
Beelzebub 
He really didn't mean to shout so loud… honest... 
Beel becomes a completely different person when he’s hungry. He’s not entirely to blame, as his hunger can get so intense, but he still can snap from time to time when he really doesn’t mean to…
It was right after one of his practices and Beel hadn’t gotten a chance to eat in a few hours by the time the MC came to grab him from RAD. That already had him in a bad mood, but practice hadn’t gone too well for him either… 
He honestly didn’t realize how sharply he snapped at the MC when they asked him how he was. The irritation and frustration of the day all hit him at once and he became much harsher towards them than he ever intended…
It must have been the shock of seeing ever-sweet Beel suddenly get so aggressive with them that startled them so. He saw a couple tears gathering in their eyes before they could hide them and his heart just sank…
The MC was picked up in a crushing bear hug before they even let out their first sniffle. Beel didn’t even have to say how sorry he was, they could feel it in every squeeze he gave them. All while he completely ignored the growling of his stomach...
Beel wouldn’t let them go until he was certain they’d forgiven him which, honestly, took a while. Mammon was the one to ask why he had carried them all the way back to the House like a baby but… well, he didn’t need to know, now did he?
“MC, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have shouted… Are you alright...?”
Belphegor 
Stubborn boi is stubborn and trying really, really hard not to crack right now...
That's not going to last long.
Belphie can be a bit of a brat and since he's the baby of the family so he's used to getting his way. He and the MC don't argue a ton, but when they do, he always digs his heels in and refuses to budge an inch on anything.
So what started out as a simple disagreement on how often Belphie would flake out on his chores turned into a kick-the-door-down argument over how much his laziness left the MC to pick up the slack...
It ended as all their barn burning arguments do, with demon-form Belphie sitting cross-legged on his bed refusing to look at them and the MC angrily pacing about the room until he cools off…
And then he heard it.
First a sniffle… and then a hiccup. Another sniffle then muffled whine…
Oh no… not this… Why are they crying…? They don't normally cry…
To his credit (or perhaps discredit), he managed to hold out for about two minutes before he finally glanced back at them. Seeing the MC wiping their tears all alone on the floor crumbled his resolve real quick.
The MC found themselves enveloped by Belphie's arms before they even noticed he got up. Naturally, he was pouting and trying to make it seem like "not a big deal or anything" but they could tell by the nervous twitch of his tail that he was hurting too…
Needless to say. Belphie started remembering his chores a lot more after that.
"Humans are so fragile… I didn't mean to make you cry, you know? I'll get things done just… Don't cry… please…"
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Cesar slayed, quite literally.
Anyway...
Yandere!Cesar Torres x Male! Reader
(Since I am writing about literal murder, I'll give you a meme beforehand)
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Tony.
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The loud ringing of your telephone startled you awake. You grumbled as you shoved your face into your pillow, trying to convince yourself to get up. "Who even calls at this hour?" You groaned to yourself, raising your head to look at the clock. 11:37 PM.
You pulled yourself up from the bed and trudged out of your room. No one was usually awake that needed to talk. You just thought it was some weird salesperson from a different time zone. You entered the kitchen and walked toward the loud phone, the only light being the oven clock.
"Hello?" You held the telephone up to your ear. You rubbed your eye as you tried to wake yourself quicker. "(Y/n)? Hey, it's me, Cesar," the voice from the other end of the phone said, "I'm sorry for calling this late at night. I'm in a rush right now and you were the first person I thought of. That out of the way, I need a favor."
"It's... Fine, I guess. What do you need?" You slowly started to loop the telephone wire around your finger as you spoke. "I need you to come over and keep the house safe. My mom passed out. She must have seen something but I'm taking her to the ER," Cesar replied. "You did do the correct procedures from the broadcasting, right? It could have been an alternate that she saw," you questioned.
"It wasn't an alternate. I know she didn't see one and we both took precautions against them," Cesar replied in a forced tone as if trying to convince himself that it wasn't even a possibility. "Ok, jeez. I'll be there in a couple of minutes but I won't be there very long. I still want to stay safe and I don't want some alternate getting to me," you started to put the phone down before you heard Cesar's voice quickly speak.
"Wait, one more thing, I need you to check the security cameras," you could practically hear Cesar smile as he spoke. "Why would I need to check your security cameras?" You asked as you yawned. Cesar paused. "... To make sure that there isn't someone in the home! I want to know if a lawsuit is possible to file," he said in a rush. "Oh, ok...? I'll be there in a couple of minutes," you replied in a confused tone.
"Great, thank you! If you see anything, call me," Cesar said before the phone call ended.
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Your car pulled up into the driveway, and the only thing illuminating the small home. "God, I hate this place," you muttered to yourself as you pulled the keys from the ignition.
You pulled out your spare key and opened the front door with a creak. You set the keys down on the counter as you flicked the light on, brightening the small kitchen.
The small kitchen led to an even smaller hallway, it was lined with doors until it led to a single door at the end of the hallway.
You headed down the hallway to the first door.
You pushed it open as you quickly found the large, box-shaped computer. When has he last cleaned this damn thing? It looks old enough to have been at the first Christmas. You snickered to yourself as you blew the dust off of the top and clicked the button on the side to turn it on.
The bright blue screen flashed on as you dragged the mouse to a small icon with a digital camera labeled "Security cameras". The screen loaded a bit before the black and white security camera footage popped up.
The cameras switched every couple of seconds as it showed the hallway, stairs, shed, and lawn. Of course, it wasn't new to see, you have been here several times. It wasn't something scary or anything, there was nothing but it still scared you a bit.
It had only been two weeks since the broadcasting for alternates had been shown and it was still unnerving. Many had suspected that the government had something to do with it and called it "brainwashing". They were right at some points, not many believed that alternates even existed but missing children reports skyrocketed in only a couple of days. Then did they start worrying.
Your family wasn't affected as much as others, thankfully.
You blankly stared at the screen as it switched between cameras. It was the same pattern, hallway, stairs, shed, and lawn. It went on for a couple of minutes until you started to focus on something behind the shed.
It was a silhouette.
It seemed barely human but at the same time, you couldn't see it properly. The cameras switched again as you straightened your posture.
You sucked in a breath as you tried to steady your heartbeat. "Everything is going to be fine, that is a person, not an alternate," you sighed as you stared at the computer again.
The figure was standing now in front of the home, near the front door. "Holy shit, did I lock the door? I think I did? I did, I know I did. I remember locking both of the locks on that door," you turned to look at the open door, there was no one there.
You faced the screen as the cameras changed again and again but it didn't show the man anymore. You quickly looked around the room to find a nearby phone and, thankfully, there was one on a shelf in the room.
You ran to grab it as you dialed Cesar's number and held it to your ear, hearing the slow ringing of the other end. You continuously turned to the door and then the window as you waited for Cesar to pick up.
"Hello?" You gasped as you held the phone close to you as if it would comfort you in a way. "Cesar, there was someone in your yard and-and then they disappeared and I have no idea where they went. I'm scared they're in the house!" You sputtered out as you walked near the doorway, looking down the hall then into the kitchen.
"Calm down, (Y/n). Everything going to be fine. Did you call the cops?" Cesar asked as you stepped into the hallway. You didn't respond, someone was talking in one of the rooms. "(Y/n), are you still there?" He asked again, there was a change in his tone of voice, it was as if he was smiling. "There's a voice... In the house...," you responded as you stepped into the kitchen and opened a drawer.
"What? Do you think it's the person?" Cesar questioned but he still sounded as if he was happy. You reached into the drawer and pulled out a knife. ".... Yeah," you responded slower. "Are you still in the house?" He asked but you barely paid attention to Cesar's voice. You walked down the hall and held your ear to the first room, of course, no one was in there.
You headed to the second. "(Y/n)?" Cesar asked, the voice was louder but it wasn't in the second room. You walked to the third. "Cesar... It sounds like a man," you spoke quietly, "it sounds like.... You." He softly gasped as you stood before the fourth. You brought your ear to the door, the phone against your other ear. "Why would you accuse me of that? You kn-know I'm in the hospital. What would make you think that I'm still the-re?" Cesar asked in a confused but amused tone.
"Because I know you are still here," you said as he stopped. But he quickly started to laugh. "I knew you would figure it out soon, (Y/n). You're too smart for me!" The voice spoke louder but not into the phone, but to the door.
You started to back up as the door slowly started to open. The was fully opened before he stepped out. Cesar stepped out, wearing a black and white suit with a red flower in the front pocket and a red bow tie.
But the most noticeable thing was his face, have of it looked exactly like him while the other was pitch black with large black and white eyes.
"I knew you were too smart, I always adored that about you," he smiled before you started to run towards the front door but he started to run too. You unlocked both the locks before running out into his backyard.
"(Y/n)~, don't run, it won't do anything good for you!" Cesar called as he slowed to a walk.
You ran into the shed as you quietly closed the door behind you. You knew it was stupid hiding in a damn tool shed but it had weapons, something that could help protect you.
"(Y/n), why won't you just embrace what's to come? You're too weak to stop it anyway!" Cesar yelled.
You knew it wasn't the time to focus on something stupid he said but what did he mean by "adore about you"? Oh my God, he liked me, you thought as you paused.
You jumped at the door of the shed banging against the threshold, and you heard Cesar's laugh. "Why won't you come out and let me take care of you? I promise I'll treat you like a gentleman~," he exclaimed as you leaned against the door.
"Cesar,"
"Yes?"
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Where would the fun be if I told you what I was going to do to you?"
"It's not going to end in me coming out alive, will it?" You asked as you stared down at the knife in your hand. "No, it won't but even when you die, I'll keep your body and it will be as beautiful as it is now," Cesar replied, "just come out, I dressed all nice for our date! It would be rude to cancel it now. Besides, wh-At makess yoU think I'd let you eNd IT aT aLl? If you tried, I'd force you to go, even if you die!"
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(Mf would preserve your body in fucking clear resin)
(Also hope you enjoy)
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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 5 months ago
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i wish i could run to you - H.O. PART 1/2
(Part of my Red (Taylor's Version) fics)
Song - I Almost Do
Pairing - Hela Odinsdottir x Reader
Summary - Hela Odinsdottir is alive, she was captured by the Avengers and is being kept in a cell within the compound. Whilst there she meets Y/N, one of her captors, forming an extremely unlikely connection with her. What will happen when their budding relationship is forbidden, will the other Avengers believe that she can truly change?
Warnings - mentions of injury, tiny bit of angst
Word Count - 6039
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D a y  O n e
Hela Odinsdottir was captured today; Thor was able to help you and your fellow Avengers to detain her before she acted on her plans to rule Asgard and right now she was in a cell at the compound until further action was to be taken. She was being held until a decision was made though they were at a dead end, leaning towards sending her to The Raft.
"Why am I even here? I didn't do anything." She spoke, arms crossed against her chest as she looked out at the group from her cell.
"You were conspiring to enslave the people of Asgard so you could rule over them." Thor's voice boomed through the room.
"Also you literally blew up a building." Tony interjected.
"Nobody died." She added with a huff.
"Not quite, but there were a few civilians injured." Thor returned. "You are a danger to Midgard and need to be treated as such. You will be kept here until further notice." He finished before turning and storming from the room.
You sat between Wanda and Natasha as you watched their conversation, the three of you following Tony and Steve out as they followed in Thor's footsteps. As you were leaving you turned towards her cell, eyes meeting across the room as you did so; her eyes looked into yours for a few seconds, seeming to soften slightly from the hard exterior they'd been showing before looking away again.
"Alright, everyone get some rest - it's been a long day." Steve announced as he walked.
You continued on to your room, opening the door to find Wanda and Natasha sitting on either side of your bed leaving a space for you in the middle - they'd somehow managed to find snacks and drinks in the time it took you to get there and had lay them on the bed ready.
"We're having a movie night." Natasha stated as you walked in, Wanda smiling up at you - who were you to deny your best friends of their wishes? You snuggled between them beneath the duvet as Wanda chose a movie to play. You didn't even last half of the movie before you fell asleep with your head resting on Natasha's shoulder, both of them drifting off not too long after.
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"Morning Y/N/N." Wanda greeted as you walked into the kitchen the following morning, her and Natasha both sitting at the kitchen counter eating breakfast.
"Morning." You directed to the both of them, smiling as Natasha gave her usual grumbled response as she sipped her coffee. You grabbed some of the coffee Wanda prepares each morning as well as some of the fruit and pancakes she'd set out; it never fails to surprise you that she can get up and prepare breakfast for the group, she says she enjoys it though you could never understand how.
The three of you fell into casual conversation as you ate, time passing easily as you laughed together, though your mind often wandered back to a certain black haired woman and you didn't really know why.
"You two ready to train?" Natasha asked, clearing the bowls away.
"Yeah let's go." Wanda answered, getting up from where she sat, the both of them looking on to you expectantly as you always trained together.
"I'll meet you both down there in a few minutes." You smiled back to them, they took your answer with a nod before leaving the room.
Once you knew they were out of earshot you grabbed an empty plate, scooping some fruit - raspberries and strawberries - onto it along with a couple of the pancakes, also pocketing a packet of pop tarts from the cupboard. When you were done you made your way down the hallways, sneaking past the few guards on the way before you found yourself outside of Hela's cell.
"Um, hi." You uttered, suddenly nervous as you looked at her through the glass.
"Hello." She returned, clearly confused as to why you were talking to her, legs crossed as she sat on the uncomfortable looking bed.
"Hi. I'm, uh, Y/N. I just brought you some food - I know they don't feed you well when you're in here so..." You stuttered out, holding the plate up for her to see, making your way over the hatch to place it for her to take it.
"It's certainly no palace." She shrugged, standing and taking the few steps over to the plate though looked at it dubiously and leaving it where it was.
"I didn't poison it - or do you just not like strawberries?" You spoke, sure you saw a slight smirk tug at her lips.
"I'm not sure poisoning would effect me much. Perhaps I've been poisoned a few times but survived - who knows?" She smirked, that time the smirk was definitely there making you smile up at her, now taking the plate and popping a strawberry into her mouth.
"Oh wait, I brought you these too." You spoke, dropping the pop tarts through the hatch too.
"Oh, I love these. Definitely the best thing on Midgard." You giggled slightly at what seems to be a genetic love for the snack, though thought it best to not liken her to her half brother right now.
"Well I'm glad I could bring you better food." You smiled, eyes meeting with hers again, your closeness to her allowing you to see the shades of green of her irises.
"Why did you bring me this?"
"I don't think you should be treated badly just because you're in here." You shrugged, partly unsure as to why you'd gone out of your way to bring her food - it definitely wasn't allowed but you felt as though you should.
"Especially when I didn't technically do anything." She mumbled with a huff.
"Well, yeah. But keep that between us."
"Maybe I'll tell my brother on you."
"Nah, I don't think you will."
"And why's that?"
"Because I can keep bringing you the best thing on Midgard and I can even bring you something comfier than those clothes you've been given." You smiled, a faint smile crossed her lips as she hummed in thought.
"Fine. I won't tell - for now." She teased, eyes looking over your body, the action making your cheeks flush and you could tell she noticed from the smirk across her features.
"I have to go train but I will be back. And could you please hide the plate?" You pleaded, receiving a nod in return and then a small wave as you opened the door to leave.
You left Hela in a slight shock, confused at the absence of anger towards your presence as she ate the food you brought her; brows furrowing in thought as she thought of you. Why did you show her kindness? And why did she feel slightly disheartened as you left?
You both spent the majority of the day with thoughts of the other; Hela pacing in her cell and you training and then attending a couple of meetings, both of you feeling almost excited at the prospect of another conversation.
You didn't make it back to her until then evening when you weren't in anyone else's presence, finding a long sleeve t-shirt and some leggings from your wardrobe - ones not too dissimilar to the ones she'd been given only yours were softer. You also snuck some more pop tarts as well as a bottle of orange juice between the clothing items, creeping your way down to her as you'd done earlier in the day.
At the sound of the door opening, Hela's head snapped up from where she was lying mindlessly staring at the ceiling, a barely present warmth igniting in her at the sight of you with clothes in hand approaching her cell. "Hello Y/N." She spoke, you grew slightly flustered at her voice - the fact she remembered your name.
"Hello Hela." You siled back nervously, her general atmosphere being intimidating didn't bode too well with your gentle and warm-hearted nature, in fact you were almost polar opposites. "These clothes are similar enough to those ones that I don't think anyone'll notice." You added, dropping them for her to take along with the pop tarts and juice.
"Thank you." Hela returned, taking the items gratefully. "I prefer apple juice but I suppose this'll do." She muttered with a faux sigh, sensing your nervousness around her and feeling pleased when she watched your tense shoulders relax at her jest, giggling slightly which only made her feel that warmth again - why was she feeling this way?
"I'll bare that in mind, though the general consensus is orange juice so it would be hard to explain if apple juice started turning up. I can't just tell them it's for a prisoner." You laughed.
"I suppose not." She chuckled back. "Although it does give me another reason to dislike the Avengers - apple juice is much nicer. And I'm not sure I like the term prisoner."
"How about 'cell inhabitant'?"
"I could work with that." She spoke, starting to pull at the hem of her shirt, you quickly spun around with a flushed face, eyes focusing on the ground as she laughed at your flustered state. "Thank you again, these are much softer." She spoke again, the old clothes in the hatch for you to collect along with the empty plate from breakfast.
"It's okay." You smiled to her as you picked them up, her eyes looking into yours through the glass. Your phone buzzed in your pocket with a text from Nat - 'Where are you? Dinner's ready - Steve wants us to eat together. Shitty 'team bonding' yuck come save us :(' You grinned at her message, Hela mesmerised with the scrunch of your nose as you did so. "I'm sorry, I've gotta go - team dinner."
"Sounds fun." She teased.
"You may not feel it but right at this moment, you're the lucky one." You laughed as you walked away, "Goodnight, Hela." You waved as you reached the door.
"Goodnight Y/N." She answered, spending the rest of her night revelling in the delicate scent of your clothes, a clean and floral smell from them being freshly laundered. This warm feeling she was experiencing at the thought of you was confusing to her, how she wanted to know how it was to be truly near you without glass in the way, perhaps touch your clothes whilst they're on your body.
D a y  S e v e n
A few days later and Hela had been held in the cell for a week, a decision still to be made on where to send her, you ate your breakfast with the others in a world of your own. Hand resting in the palm of your hand as you thought of her, black hair and green eyes, smile that showed itself to only you; you'd grown closer to Hela in the past week, talking to her everyday, more and more each day as you got better and sneaking down to her.
You'd spent hours chatting through the glass, technology skills allowing you to tamper with the cameras so nobody knows what you've been doing. You know she likes apple juice and pop tarts and has never seen fireworks, she enjoys drawing and often used charcoal on scraps of paper when she had access to nothing else, her time on Midgard didn't allow her to watch much TV though she did find herself enjoying The Wizard of Oz when she flicked through TV one boring night. You know that she's been rather lonely though she didn't tell you that explicitly and you also know that she loves nature, something not often expected from the Goddess of Death; the feeling of grass beneath her bare feet and the soft tickling of leaves and petals as she runs her fingertips along them.
"Earth to Y/N." Tony spoke, the others looking on expectantly.
"Huh?"
"We asked if you're ready to come and train for that mission in a couple of days." Natasha laughed.
"Oh. Yeah, I need to get changed first."
"Okay, we can meet you down there." Steve smiled, everyone heading the opposite way to you as you went to your room to change out of your pyjamas. You changed quickly, grabbing what you'd put ready earlier on and sneaking your way to Hela.
"Good morning." You smiled greeting Hela who was stood near the glass already, awaiting your arrival.
"Morning." She smiled, not as genuine as usual. "What have you got there?" She gestured towards the items in your arms.
"I brought you some art supplies - a sketchbook, pencils and charcoal. Also some fruit, pop tarts and apple juice." You smiled, placing them for her to grab, her smile growing and tears welling in her eyes.
"You remembered?"
"Of course. Are you okay?" You asked, noting her unusually teary self. "And before you lie and say you're fine, please don't." You scolded softly at her small nod.
"I'm sick of being stuck in here, it's not fair. And these cuffs ridding me of my powers are painful, I just don't want to be trapped in here alone anymore." Her teary green eyes looked into yours through the glass, fingers rubbing away the tears before they fell, she knew she'd never let anyone see her this way but you were different, she felt normal around you - as though she could be herself.
"Come here." You spoke, putting your hand through the hatch of the cell. She approached slowly, staring down at your hand with furrowed brows, tentatively inching her hand towards yours.
"You're not scared touching my hand will kill you or something." She smirked, that smirk you've come to love over the past seven days.
"Nope, now hurry up I don't have all day." You laughed, entwining your fingers with hers, warmth tingling in both your arms, both of you feeling electricity course through your veins at the contact. "You, Hela, are not alone. You have me and I know it's not conventional but I'm going to be here for you as much as possible, no matter what happens. Okay?"
"Okay, Y/N." She grinned, butterflies in her stomach as she squeezed your hand, hardly believing this moment wasn't just a figment of her imagination. Never once had anybody been kind to her like you had, something so trivial as a gentle touch of the hand or a hug was a completely foreign concept to her. "Now go and train for that mission." She insisted, separating your hands reluctantly, you grinned as you left only thinking of how much you longed to hold her hand in yours once more.
Later that day once the night had settled in, you were able to sneak your way back down to her, taking a deep breath before you walked in to the room, about to do something potentially reckless. You stepped as confidently as you could to the door of her cell, not answering her when she asked what you were doing, nervous you'd second guess yourself if you did.
You unlocked the door and stepped in shutting it behind you, Hela taking steps away from you. "What are you doing? I don't want to hurt you by accident."
"You won't." You reassured, stepping towards her slowly, her raised hands lowering to her sides, taking a step closer to you. She let you wrap your arms around her waist, easing into the hug with her hands ghosting against your back. You relaxed in one another's embrace, the scent of her shampoo flooding your nostrils, the scent of your delicate perfume in hers.
You pulled back after a few moments, sweeping a few strands of her hair behind her ear as she looked into your eyes, no glass to separate you anymore. "Goodnight, Hela." You whispered, stepping on tip toes to press a brief peck on her cheek.
"Goodnight, darling." She breathed, dominant energy coming back with a smirk as she took in your flustered state at the nickname. Both of you waved as you left, locking the cell again and leaving the room, head full of the Goddess all night, her head full of you.
D a y  E i g h t
Today, most of the team had gone on a mission leaving only you, Sam and Bucky in the compound; they'd decided on a day of training so you chose to sneak down to see Hela. You worked your tech knowledge on the systems, making sure the cameras were on a loop, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to alert you when the team returned.
"Good morning." You smiled, balancing the change of clothes and snacks on your arm as you unlocked the cell.
"Morning." She returned with a smile, taking some of the items from you as you closed the door again, setting a blanket down on the floor. "Aren't you going to get into trouble, fraternising with the enemy?" She smirked, slightly rolling her eyes.
"Nope, everyone's on a mission or busy so nobody'll know." You answered, sitting on the blanket and setting the snacks out in front of you.
"So, what are we doing today then?" She asked, you smacked your hand over your face to cover your eyes as she began to get changed and she only laughed at your flustered reaction.
"I thought we could watch a movie on my phone and just eat some snacks I dunno." You shrugged. "I just wanted to spend some time with you." You mumbled.
"Why is that?" She questioned, taking a seat beside you.
"I just like your company." You uttered, nervous under her gaze though you cold see the softness in her eyes and the upturn on her smile.
"I suppose I like yours too."
"How are you today anyway?" You spoke, trying to fight against the heat that had risen into your cheeks.
"I'm just restless in here and bored - when you're not here anyway. They're looking to send me to some kind of Supermax prison instead of the Raft but nothing certain yet." She shrugged with a sigh.
"Maybe they'll change their mind and let you out. You could pinky promise not to do anything."
"That sounds like the perfect plan." She chuckled shaking her head. "How about you? Excited for your mission tomorrow?"
"Nervous. I always get nervous for missions - it's a lot of pressure you know? Saving the world." You returned with mock arrogance.
"I'm sure it is. Let me choose a movie then." She laughed, grabbing your phone and scrolling through the Netflix menu and pressing play on Dirty Dancing. "It's a guilty pleasure." She shrugged sheepishly, making you giggle with a nod of your head.
"No judgement here." The two of you leaned against the bed with the phone propped up, munching on some of the snacks as you watched the movie. "Do you mind if I plait your hair?" You questioned nervously. "People always say it's soothing and it helps my nerves to have something to do with my hands." The both of you had the same dirty thought at your comment though she smiled and nodded nonetheless.
"Okay. I've never had anyone do my hair before." She shuffled forwards so you could slot behind her, legs in a criss-cross position. She tensed slightly as your fingers brushed through the long black strands, soft beneath your fingertips and the delicate scent of strawberry filling your nose, courtesy of the shampoo and conditioner you'd sneakily provided her; though as you gently collected the strands off her shoulders she relaxed into your touch.
The occasional scrape of your nails against her scalp as your combed your fingers through her hair, separating it into three, spread a warmth over her body; the occasional contact made between your fingertips and the soft skin of her neck set her body alight. She could barely focus on the movie at your touch, the comfort she felt and how she wished you'd never let go - it was new to her, this feeling and she never wanted it to end.
You tied the plait at the end with an elastic from your wrist, running your fingers along the soft hair woven together, admiring the long locks and trying to prolong the physical contact in any way you could. "All done." You smiled, watching as the soft grin plastered itself across Hela's lips as she stroked the new braid.
"Thank you, Y/N."
A while later you'd finished the movie and had fallen into general conversation, talking about nothing in particular but often making one another laugh and never growing bored of each other's company.
"What are your powers then? I'm guessing you have some if your on the team?"
"Rude." You gasped in faux offence, holding your hand over your chest. "You don't think my super high skill in all the weapons as well as hand-to-hand combat are enough to be one of Midgard's mightiest heroes?"
"Sorry, mighty hero. I'm sure you're the best on the team."
"That's more like it." You both laughed. "But I do have powers, you're right."
"Let me see, let me see." She pleaded, hands clasped together in front of her.
"Alright, alright, chill. Here." You brought your hands out in front of you, palms facing upwards and let small flames ignite from them. Hela's face was illuminated by the orange flames dancing on your skin, snaking around your wrists and up your arms. She watched in awe, mouth slightly agape as she watched trails of the fire slither over your skin before trailing down to your palms and being put out again as your squeezed your hands into fists.
"Wow." She smiled.
"I like to think that one day, you could show me your powers too."
"I'd like that."
"Oh, wait, I know something I could show you. I was practising this the other day." You exclaimed, lying on your back, the soft blanket beneath you. "Come here, lie down." She did so, albeit hesitantly, shuffling into a comfortable position.
"What is it?"
"I haven't done it yet, be patient." You laughed making her smile at the sound; she'd come to love your laugh, the way it sounds different depending on what you're laughing at, sometimes deep and loud, sometimes a quiet giggle, especially if you're nervous, and sometimes, when you've found something truly and deeply funny, it's downright boisterous.
"Fine, hurry up then." She huffed. A few moments later you shot some of your flames into the air, allowing them to explode into controlled fireworks; varying shades of yellows and oranges, the occasional blue spark. The colours filled the room before fizzling out, your fingers shooting more up above you; you turned your head and watched her face lit up, coloured light reflecting in her emerald eyes as she smiled at the view.
Her hand inched towards yours as you both gazed upwards, her little finger reaching out for yours. You entwined your pinky finger with hers wordlessly, your other hand still keeping control of the firework show above your bodies.
"That was amazing, I guess I can tick seeing fireworks off my bucket list now." Hela laughed, turning her head to face you, not separating your hands just yet. You turned to look back at her with a smile, feeling slightly breathless when you saw the few centimetres separating your faces.
"What else is on your list?"
"I hadn't gotten much further than fireworks and watching Dirty Dancing in a cell." She remarked, sarcasm lacing her tone, the sarcasm you'd found yourself loving and missing when it didn't bless your ears. "But there is one thing I've been thinking of adding." Her voice had deepened slightly, quietening to almost a whisper as her eyes carefully examined your face, flicking down to your lips before connecting with yours again.
"And what's that?"
"Kissing one of Midgard's mightiest heroes." Her free hand came up to cup the side of your face, thumb stroking over your cheek, it shocked her when there wasn't even the hint of a flinch at her hand. "Do you think you could help me out with that?"
"I'm sure I could get Iron Man sent down here if you wa-" You spoke, trying your hardest to hold back your laugh which only erupted when she gave your shoulder a playful shove. You inched forwards, so close you could feel her breath on your lips before closing the gap with a peck.
She pulled your face back to hers, lips slotting together with ease in a soft and delicate kiss, slow yet holding all the passion you could want as the built up feelings were finally released. Not too long after, the voice of F.R.I.D.A.Y sounded in the room, "Ms Y/L/N, the others have just landed and will be on their way up in a few minutes."
"Okay, thank you friday." You replied, out of breath from the kiss, cheeks slightly flushed. "I'm so sorry, I'm gonna have to leave."
"That's okay. Thank you for today, it's been the best I've had." She stood up with you, squeezing your hand.
"Me too."
"Good luck with your mission tomorrow, be safe."
"Thank you. Sleep well Hela." You pressed another lingering kiss upon her lips before rushing out of the room and down to the living area to make it look like you weren't doing something that was anything less than innocent. She felt embarrassed to fall into the cliché but Hela felt as though she was floating, utterly up on cloud nine, the lasting effects of your kiss dancing across her lips.
D a y  T w e l v e
Today was the fourth day of your mission; the mission started off okay before taking a slight turn resulting in you and the others having to take shelter in a safe house for the night. On the second day you were taken.
You'd been ambushed by a group of HYDRA agents at a base that was meant to be empty, you had separated from the group taking down multiple agents with ease before they'd surrounded you; equipping you with a power dampening collar, squeezing at your neck, knocking you unconscious with a blow to the head and dragging you to the back of a van.
It wasn't until the rest of the team had called into comms to meet back at the Quinjet that they realised you weren't there, it wasn't totally uncommon for earpieces to fall out and you were known to be rather clumsy. They waited in the jet for you, even went back to the building searching each and every corner but there was nothing, no sign of you.
They'd spent the last two days they'd been endlessly searching for you, sleep was a stranger as they gulped coffee by the gallon, nervous energy buzzing through them. They hit dead end after dead end until today - they'd found you.
When you were taken you woke up in a cold room, blinding fluorescent lights glaring into your eyes as they blinked against the harsh environment, you arms were stretched above you, chains tight around your wrists as they hung from the ceiling. They'd been prying you for information about the Avengers and what they knew about their operation, attempting to beat it out of you but you stayed loyal to your friends, biting your tongue and letting nothing spill but your blood.
Your body was tired, beaten and bruised; varying intensities of cuts and wounds littered your body, dried blood smeared across your skin. You didn't know how much longer you'd be able to hold on, hope dwindling and only flooding back at the sound of alarms blaring through the building.
From where your exhausted body was trapped you could hear shouts and scuffles, heavy footsteps echoing throughout the corridors and gun shots. Your eyes were blurred, only making out a rectangle of light across from you as the squeak of an opening door sounded, gentle yet hurried footsteps approaching; careful hands holding onto you whilst another pair produced red tendrils to loosen your restraints.
You gasped for the breath you'd been denied of when the metal collar was removed from your neck, bruising patterning the skin where it lay. Natasha and Wanda wrapped their arms around you from either side, helping you stand on your own two feet, any words they were speaking were muffled, drowned out by the tiredness seeping into you. Your consciousness wavered in and out on the way back to the compound, you just wanted to sleep but the stinging pain of wounds being seen to and dressed pulled your eyes open; the soft hands of your best friends provided a comfort you'd been severely lacking for the few days. Natasha and Wanda's soft words of reassurance, hued with both worry and relief filled your ears.
A few hours later you awoke again in the medical bay, an IV combatting your dehydration and bandages and gauze covering up any injuries; your body was sore and an ache ran through your bones. "Hey, you're awake." Wanda smiled from the chair pressed up against your bed as close as it could get, Natasha mirrored her position on your other side.
"How're you feeling?" Natasha questioned, eyes soft as she looked at you. You pulled your lips into the biggest smile you could with a light nod of your head.
"I'm okay." You lied, you were in pain and you felt on edge and you just wanted to cry but your best friends know you keep your feelings to yourself an unhealthy amount, they were disheartened at your answer but hoped you'd open up to them when you're ready. You'd never been more glad that Wanda keeps out of your mind without permission when thoughts of Hela flooded your mind, how much you wished to go to her right now. You wished to seek her arms for comfort but you couldn't run to her without raising questions, she is a cell inhabitant after all.
"We were so worried." She returned, lip trembling slightly as she smiled through her tears. The look on her face as well as the tears threatening to spill from Wanda's eyes caused the first salty drop to trail down your cheek. You cleared your throat and wiped it away promptly, sitting up more in the bed with a small wince.
"I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm here." Your voice barely above a whisper as the tears building threatened to betray you. They each held one of your hands, letting themselves revel in the fact you were alive, you were back with them and that was the most important thing right now.
The quiet was interrupted by Pietro speeding through the doors, a relieved smile plastering over his face when he saw you awake and sitting upright in bed, he was followed by Steve, Sam, Bucky and Tony who all had the same expressions - Thor was back on Asgard for another few days whilst a decision was being made on the Hela situation.
They placed themselves around the room where they could, asking how you were, were you in pain blah blah blah. Around thirty minutes later of random conversation you'd had enough, you just wanted to process the past few days alone and let the tears fall where no one would walk in on you. You took it upon yourself to yank the IV from your hand, letting it drop down the side of the bed.
"What are you doing?" Tony asked, the first to notice your actions as the others spoke around you.
"You need to rest Y/N." Steve instructed.
"Okay. I'll go and rest in my own room then." You answered, already feeling aggravated at his words - you just wanted to be alone or with Hela.
"You know that's not the same." He sighed, putting an arm out to stop you from placing your feet on the ground, your legs dangling over the edge of the bed, dressed in black leggings and your feet bare.
"Don't touch me Steve." You deadpanned, letting the cold of the floor reach the bottoms of your feet as they landed. Your limbs were stiff as your legs began to carry you past everyone, your leg giving way slightly causing you to stumble. His hand grabbed onto your arm as you righted yourself before shrugging him away and continuing to the door.
"If you need anything we'll be here." Natasha shouted over to you, you turned to look at them with a teary smile and a nod.
"I know. See you tomorrow."
Your feet pattered down the corridors, you didn't even bother going to your room - knowing the other's would give you your space and not head that way tonight; you let your tired body carry you to where it wanted to go. Minutes later you were stepping into Hela's cell, her eyes full of shock and worry as she hurried over to you, shutting the door behind you.
"Elskan." She muttered, voice soft and barely above as whisper as she approached you, pulling you close to her and looking intently over your face at the cuts and bruises. "Are you okay? What happened?"
You went to speak but all that sounded from you was choked sobs, tears streaming down your cheeks and bottom lip trembling as the lump in your throat tightened. Hela didn't push you for information, only pulling you into her in a warm embrace. Her hands comfortingly stroking your back and through your hair as your body shook with cries, all you could do for ten minutes was be held by her, her arms wrapped around you as all your fears and worries from the past few days overflowed.
"Was it your mission, sæt stelpa?" She asked once your sobs had settled to sniffles and you were wrapped in her arms lying on her bed, made warmer and more comfortable by blankets you'd sneakily brought down to her, she'd given back one of your hoodies to wear, noticing the goose bumps on your bare skin. You lay in her hold, her fingers stroking through your hair as your head lay in her chest, calmed by the rhythmic beating of her heart and sporadic kisses pressed to your head.
"Yeah." You nodded, voice hoarse from crying. "They took me, tortured me for days." You mumbled, her hold on you growing tighter at your words and anger boiled in her blood. You saw her fist clenching in annoyance, taking her hand in yours, pressing a kiss to the back. "It's okay, I'm okay, I'll be okay. You make me feel okay."
Hela couldn't help but smile at your words, anger levels lowering as your fingers entwined with hers, eyes growing heavy as sleep called to you. "You, Y/N, are my little mighty hero." She smiled, making you laugh lightly.
"Yeah?"
"Of course. Now, get to sleep darling." She murmured, closing her eyes too and holding you close, both of you enjoying each other's comforting company as your breaths evened out, drifting into slumber for the night.
D a y  T h i r t e e n
"What the fuck?" Tony's voice shouted, the others in the room staring at what he was looking at. Your body cuddled up to Hela's in the cell, fluffy blanket draped over your bodies as you stirred awake due to his interruption. The team had all gone down to her cell this morning to discuss her case, they were leaving you to sleep until a little later on - not expecting to find you snuggled up to the prisoner herself.
"Y/N?!" Wanda and Natasha exclaimed, standing up against the glass, knocking on it to wake you quicker, not wanting to go straight in just in case it was a trap. Your head shot up from where it lay on Hela's chest, her eyes darting over to your teammates too.
Your eyes widened at the sight of them, eyes looking on with a mixture of fear and concern, thinking you'd been taken in against your will. "Oh shit." You muttered with a sigh.
Read Part Two HERE
The language I used is Icelandic - based on research I did it is the closest to Old Norse in modern day elskan - darling sæt stelpa - sweet/cute girl
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dokifluffs · a year ago
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Sleepy Time With His Babies | Kenma, Bokuto
Pairings: Kenma X Reader (female), Bokuto X Reader (female)
Genre: domestic, sleepy, fluffy goodness mwah 
Author’s Note: get fed 😌 
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Kenma: 
The LED street lights whizzed by in blurs of bright lines across his eyes as his vision blurred, his head squeezing from the lack of sleep, the jet lag already picking away at his energy
He was used to the meetings, the occasional, annual trips, but this one was the busiest one yet now that Bouncing Ball Corp. was growing to be so big
Popularity and sales matching Logitech and Astro - things were going beyond what he imagined in college, better than he ever imagined in life
And he couldn’t wait to tell you, but first, he had to make it home
The taxi pulled outside the home, a sight for sore eyes
With a quick swipe of his card and hull of his luggage inside, he was officially home
There were a few of the lights on since Kenma had messaged you that he would be home tonight but far too late for you to stay up to wait for him as much as you would like to
“Hi, Calico,” a deep yawn fell from his mouth, hot tears filling his eyes as he knelt down, the calico colored munchkin kitten rubbed up against his legs, purring with its tail curling around his hand
“You didn’t go sleep with Y/N?” His voice quiet and tired as he left his luggage where they were, figured he would get to them at some point tomorrow
The short legged kitten curled up in his grasp as he made his way upstairs, the lights now off, only the stair light on as he trudged toward bed
Toward you
The little kitten purred in his hold as he ran his fingers behind its ears, tickling it, petting it
It kind of took everything in Kenma, the last bit of his energy to resist the urge to just belly flop onto the bed and to see you tomorrow in the afternoon
But he had to at least change and actually wash up
So with a quick change, use of the bathroom to wash his face and brushing of his teeth, he was finally off to bed
“Hi, Luna,” his voice barely audible as he sleepily smiled at the black cat, her wide blue eyes staring back to him from her cat tree in the corner of the room with Calico, the kitten’s face peeking out from a little cave that was part of the tree
The bed sighed as his knee sunk in, his body following after as he slipped under the cover, his body naturally reaching for yours
It was as natural as breathing for you when you turned toward him, just barely waking up, to turn toward him, wrapping your arms around him like hugging a pillow
With your loving embraces, you welcomed him home without speaking a word as the two of you were wrapped together under the sandman’s spell, letting the night pass by while much needed rest was being caught up on
Domestic: 
The colorful lights and confetti shimmered on his Nintendo switch screen as he completed yet another game successfully, the characters dancing on the little screen before him
Now he had another game he could add to his collection
The longer he watched the screen, the more lethargic he could feel he was getting
His lower half of his body was so warm as he sat at the kotatsu, the blanket sheet draped over his legs as he rested his chin on the wooden tabletop
The cheerful fanfare played as the credits slowly rolled, the music lulling him even more
Though the time wasn’t even evening or night time yet
It was only a bit late in the afternoon
He let the summer sun warm the room as the wind danced in the breeze outside
The room was cool with the air con blowing down
Life was so nice
The switch made a light thud sound on top of the kotatsu as he set it down, crossing his arms to bury his face in his elbows, letting the weight on his eyes close them
In the other room, you sat on the floor with your son, playing with his stuffed animals as well as Luna and Calico, the Kozume cats
as the cats rubbed up against your son’s face, tickling him, he crawled after them, trailing them from behind as they meowed, looking back to him
you recorded him, capturing this adorable moment, the biggest smile on your face, you didn’t even mind how sore your cheeks were getting
The little boy’s lips pulled into a smile, stars shining into his eyes seeing his father asleep on the kotatsu
But it was as if they had the same mind of your baby boy was a literal double of Kenma
Instead of his normal giggles or babbles, the little boy stayed silent as he quietly crawled toward his father
As Kenma slept, he felt a faint weight settle on his leg
He didn’t think nothing of it knowing he heard the collars of the cats just earlier, even feeling them rub up against him
But the longer the weight stayed there, the more suspicious it was as the cats didn’t usually lay on him, especially when he was at the kotatsu
If anything, the cats would cuddle beneath the kotatsu than rest outside of it on him
You literally couldn’t handle how fast your heart was beating
He peeked open his eyes, the first thing he saw was your smiling face staring right at him
“What is it? What’re you recording?” But that was until you put a finger to your lips fervently then pointed beside him on the ground
Kenma did as you gestured and quietly looked to the side and that was when he saw it
He saw his son with his head perched on his leg, his eyes closed as he slept peacefully with him  
“Did you put him here?” He asked as he turned to you after snapping some pictures of his own onto his phone
“No, he came in here and did it on his own,” you kind of whispered-yelled as you stopped the recording
Kenma grazed his fingers over his little boy’s cheek, poking gently at his pudgy little face that resembled a perfect mix of yours and his
The two of you sat there like parent cats watching lovingly and protectively over their baby kitten as it rest
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Bokuto: 
“Bo, you’re so cute,” you cooed with a baby voice as you played with the German Sheppard puppy that the two of you adopted together
The doggo was only 2 months old but absolutely adorable as the puppy’s ears, since Bo was so young his ears weren’t perked up yet
They were so small and soft and flimsy
You played with the puppy as he rolled onto his back for you to rub his stomach
“You’re so adorable,” you cooed as you rubbed your face into the puppy’s fur to which he licked your face affectionately, his tail wagging never ceasing  
You were so caught up playing with Bo, your heart jumped in your chest when you heard the front door close and suddenly Bo sprinted across the house to the front door, his barks small and short as he jumped, standing on his hind legs
Kotaro knelt down, playing with the puppy, smothering the little dog with kisses until after a bit, he quietly stood up, dropping his bag and peeled off his jacket, making his way right over to you
“Hi, how was-“ your question was cut off as soon as he got to you
Before you knew it, you were being hoisted into his arms from your spot and slung over your shoulder, his arms secure so you didn’t fall
“Are you sleepy?? You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his back as you let him carry you upstairs
You rubbed your hands slowly on his lower torso from behind
“Oh, and you showered too,” you hummed smelling his clean shirt
Nudging the bedroom door open with Bo following behind, you smiled down to the puppy before he set you down onto the bed, immediately crawling in beside you and holding you as close as possible
“You okay, baby?” You asked him in the darkness as your hands found his face, each hand holding his squishy cheek, his beefy arms on both sides of you
“Mmhm, just tired,” he yawned, turning his face away from you
The two of you laid in bed, quiet as ever while the air con blew into the room, keeping it cool
There were occasional sounds from Bo as he laid on his mat in the corner of the room
At first, he laid with your head right below his chin but after a bit, it was like it didn’t feel right laying like this with you when you two have laid like this hundreds of times
He repositioned himself, moving himself down your body so his head was right in front of your chest, his limbs tangled with yours
You cupped your hands around his face, pushing his hair back from his face, his head moving back with your hands in a comfortable, relaxing sigh
“Can you play with my hair?” He asked in a hushed tone, uncharacteristic of his high school’s high energy being but you occasionally saw more and more of Kotaro than you ever thought you would and now that you knew that he was so much more than the “airhead” people typically saw him as when they first met him
He was just a regular ace (*wink*) who had a love for the sport like so many others and he was loving the life he had with you and Bo
“Mmhm, get some sleep hun,” you mumbled sweetly, leaning close to meet his forehead with your lips in the night
Your fingers stroked through his hair, combing through the softness of them now that all the gel was gone
Your touch
This was it
Kotaro was living for it, so content with this moment, the sleep he could feel himself about to fall into
He didn’t want this night with you to end
Domestic: 
The hot water dripped off his body as he wrapped the towel around his waist, securing it as he used another to dry his hair
His muscles were much looser and relaxed after a much needed hot shower but practice was quite extensive
Though it was worth it since it just meant he was bettering himself for the best - he was improving and he could support his team
The afternoon sun shined down through the skylight as he got dressed, his hair just the slightest bit damp
His shirt was soft against his skin as it slid down his torso, his sweatpants resting on his waist
he let out a great yawn as he went down the steps, one step after another 
your son played with Bo, his tail wagging as tired as he was, almost falling asleep but woken up with your son petting him or patting him every time 
Kotaro smiled gently to you in the kitchen through the little window that looked into the kitchen from the living room before he tiredly jogged his way over to you 
your body was consumed by his firm grasp as he help you close, your back to his chest as he waddled back and forth, taking in your scent, pressing kisses to your neck and cheek 
“You gonna take a nap?” you turned, pausing what you were doing to lean your head back onto his shoulder
“mmhm, wanna join me?” his voice a bit raspy and low in your ear 
“As much as I would like, I have a few errands to run and other stuff to do.” You turned in his arms so you could reach up and latch your fingers together behind his neck 
“sleep tight, baby.” The two of you leaned close, pecking each other on the lips before he slipped away, disappearing into the living room 
and that was when Kotaro saw S/N 
he squatted down beside his son as his son wobbily attempted to stand but alas landed right back onto his bum 
The little boy beamed up to his father, his hair fairly similar to his, basically inverted so the little boy had majority black hair with gray streaks 
Kotaro peppered kisses all over his son’s face before he stood and plopped himself onto the couch, making himself comfy 
but little did he notice his son  
the little boy pushed himself to crawl toward his father on the couch and sat beside the couch, looking up to him, his eyes wide and mouth agape 
when Kotaro noticed, he laid on his side, a smile on his lips as his son reached his small hands out to his father 
but this was the last image he saw, his arm dangling off the edge of the couch, his son crawling even closer to wrap his own mini hand around his father’s fingers
he breathed slowly, fast asleep, letting his heavy eyes finally get some rest now that he had time off until tomorrow’s practice 
You cleared the kitchen table now that you were done with one task but now you had another one 
as you washed your hands, you could see Bokuto fast asleep on the couch but when you looked over to Bo, your son was nowhere to be seen 
your heart dropped in your chest as goosebumps raised on your arms until you walked more into the living room, relief washing through you 
“What’re you doing down here, bubba? Huh? Papa didn’t pick you up?” you picked up your little boy into your arms but grew fussy as you took a step away to make sure he didn’t wake Kotaro 
Now that Kotaro was laid on his back, you placed your baby boy down on his stomach, your hands hovering over him to keep him from rolling or falling off 
the little boy now on top of his father laid flat onto him, happily giggling and burying his face into Kotaro’s chest, waking him just the slightest 
“hey, there bubba,” he smiled, hands resting on his back, his eyes barely open. “I can watch him,” he spoke up to you, his voice nearly inaudible
“Are you sure?” you knelt down beside the couch, stroking your fingertips through his hair 
“Mmhm, it’s almost his nap time anyway so we can nap together.” He pulled his son closer, kissing the little boy’s face as he held him securely close 
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crazycookiecrumbles · 23 days ago
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Fury and Brains (2)
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A/N: Comments/Reblogs appreciated
I totally forgot to do this earlier bc it took me so long to writ but i have to give a shout-out to @wint3r-h3art who thirsted over Reed with me and we had discussions of the walking sex toy that he quite literally is that made their way to this piece
Pairings/Characters: Reed Richards x Stark!Reader; Tony Stark (READER IS  TONY’S SISTER)
Warnings: swearing, fighting, yelling, tony being annoying, reed being annoying, mentions of sex, MINORS DNI I CAN’T EVEN WITH Y’ALL
Summary: Now that you and Reed are together, the next task: keep it from Tony as long as you can.
Previous: Fury and Brains
Panting, you blinked several times until you were no longer seeing stars.  You tried to sit up on your elbows but failed miserably, sliding back and sucking in air like your life depended on it. you heard a chuckle coming from the hall as footsteps grew closer to you. Rolling your head to the side, you looked to see Reed leaning over the bed to check on you, his hand cradling your chin as he stared into your eyes. 
"You're back with us, good. You had me worried for a moment. Beyond dehydration, I thought you were unconscious,” Reed began as he sat down in bed and propped up pillows behind you before holding the bottle out to you. “Drink up, it’s filled with enough electrolytes to get Johnny fixed up. This should work well for you.”
“This is your fault, by the way,” you sighed as you took a long drink. “You’ve ruined me, Richards.”
Reed stared at you, quirking an eyebrow as he watched you chug the liquid greedily,”I believe it was you that spent the rest of the night joking that I was a walking sex toy before going into vivid, downright concerning detail on how to achieve such a goal, and various theories concerning multiple types of penetration.”
“Okay. It’s not my fault you decided to act everything out, Reed!”
Reed shrugged his shoulders, “I was merely engaging with the scientific method, testing,” he explained as he curled up beside you, head resting in the palm of his hand as he took the bottle from you and set it to the side before he pulled the covers over the both of you and ran his fingers down your arm, “I’m sorry. Are you all right?”
“All right?” You laughed, “that was mind blowing, Reed, like, holy shit. I did not think you had it in you. To be honest, you’re kind of a pervert.”
He scoffed, “they were your ideas!”
“Yeah, but I didn’t tell you to do that with your big ass tongue in my pussy while your fingers were in my—“
Before you could finish the statement, Reed’s hand was over your mouth as he blushed and cleared his throat, “Perhaps we are both on the…promiscuous side.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you sighed and curled up into his side, head resting on his chest. “Considering we didn’t really sleep at all last night, I can definitely sleep this entire day away.”
Reed sighed, “I actually had scheduled a bunch of tests to run today—“ he winced when he felt you knee his thigh. “But I can reschedule them.”
“Good,” you shut your eyes and listened to his heartbeat. “I might be paralyzed, thanks to you.”
“Don’t be dramatic.”
“No, I mean it, I think you actually blew my back out. I no longer have control over my limbs. Congratulations on your success, Doctor.”
Reed shook his head as his arm came around you to tuck you in closer to his side. His other arm reached up to scratch his chin before it settled on your waist, “You’re incorrigible.”
“Can’t fix perfection,” you sang as you pulled the cover up more. 
Reed hummed in agreement with you as he closed his eyes. The two of you lay perfectly content with one another, slowly but surely falling asleep to the sound of each other’s heartbeat. Just as you felt like you were being lulled to sleep, like your brain was finally ready to shut down for a few hours, you heard a voice that you did not want to ever hear once when being naked with Reed Richards.
“Does anyone even live in this building? Where the hell is my sister!” Tony shouted as he entered the penthouse floor. 
Gasping, you and Reed both sat upright in bed. In a panic, you looked to Reed who swore under his breath.
“Is anyone out there to distract him?” You asked quickly.
“Johnny’s out with some Calvin Klein models. Ben and Sue and went to visit a lab in Canada for some materials,” Reed explained. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“Shit!” You dove out of bed, ignoring the soreness that overtook your body as you looked for your clothes. “Reed, Reed, Reed, I can’t find my shirt.”
Reed sucked in a breath after he pulled his pants up to his waist, “I ripped it off and left it on the —“
“Motherfucker!” You both heard Tony scream.
Reed quickly threw you his shirt, which you yanked over your head just as quickly as he ran to try to stop your brother to give you time to get ready. When Reed raced out of his bedroom and down the hall, he rounded the corner and came to a stop in front of Tony, who was red in the face, jaw clenched, veins bulging in his neck as he held your torn blouse that was fisted in his hand.
“Where is my sister, Richards?” Tony spat.
Reed cleared his throat, “You know, Stark, this is technically breaking and entering. If you don’t leave now — “
“Okay.” Tony nodded and dropped the briefcase that was in his other hand. Reed watched as the suitcase opened up and showed Tony’s armored boots.
Sighing, he crossed his arms over his chest as Tony stepped into his suit and started to gear up, “This is a little impractical, you know. It takes way too long. You really should modify it for combat efficiency because — “
Tony aimed his gauntlet at Reed’s face, “I’m going to kill you, Reed Richards, and I’m going to enjoy it.”
Reed pursed his lips, “This is all rather juvenile, isn’t it? Your sister is a grown woman —“
“How would you know! You shouldn’t know at all, actually. You should have no knowledge of any of my little sister’s anatomy!” 
Reed blinked, “It’s basic anatomy, Tony. It’s nothing revolutionary  —“
“And now she’s basic? You’re dead!”
Tony aimed the repulsor at Reed and fired. Reed ducked, stretching his torso to move to the side to avoid the blast, but it sent a hole through the walls behind him, which showed you balancing on one foot as you yanked your pants on. Tony’s rage was blinding as he powered up his entire suit and proceeded to chase Reed. Reed was dodging his blasts, and tried wrapping around Tony to disable him. However, Tony heated up his suit. Heat plus rubber meant that Reed was losing his grip, and he fell off of Tony and to the ground like a pile of putty.
You came rushing out as Tony hovered in the air and aimed all weapons at Reed. You jumped into the air and grabbed onto his leg, then started climbing up the suit with a screwdriver held between your teeth as you used both hands to climb.
“What the hell are you doing?” Tony shouted as he started swaying in the air. “Get off, Y/N! I need to kill Reed for defiling you!”
You took the screwdriver out of your mouth and held it threateningly to a singular screw by his neck, “Lower your weapons and stand down or I will dismantle you right here.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“You wanna bet, buddy? You think I won’t? I’ll risk hearing you cry about Reed seeing your little sister bully your ass. Bring it, Tone.”
Usually, Tony loved you, but at moments like this, he really fucking hated you, because that’s exactly what he would do. He would harass you about bullying him in front of his arch nemesis and cry about it for as long as he could, which was until your breaking point, usually. But would the shame and humiliation be worth it?
As you stabbed him with the screwdriver and started to turn, Tony shouted and landed on the ground. You slipped off of him, muttered that he was a good little idiot, and ran over to help Reed pull himself together, literally.
“I can’t believe this,” Tony huffed as he lifted his face plate, “My arch nemesis and my little sister. Seriously? If you wanted to fuck rubber, couldn’t you just buy a dildo?”
You groaned, “Tony! Enough, okay? I like Reed!”
“So?!” Tony shrieked. “He’s an idiot! This liking feeling? Fleeting.”
“Oh, just like your feelings for Pepper?”
Tony blinked and pointed a finger at you, “That’s different. Pepper is a lovely, smart, intelligent, capable woman who isn’t my arch nemesis.”
“I’d like to point out the first several years of her working here and you tormenting her. Actually, I think she might have Stockholm Syndrome from you,” you told Tony. “I’m very concerned.”
“You are not funny, pipsqueak,” Tony scoffed and looked down  at Reed who was sitting up, one hand braced behind him, knee up with his other arm resting on it while you knelt beside him with a hand on his back. He studied the two of you and shook his head again. “This is truly the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.”
Reed looked over to see your shoulders sink in defeat, listening to the rush of air leave your body as your eyes rolled to the side and you stared at the ceiling hoping it would cave in on you all. He sat up a little more and looked to Tony, “if I may?”
“I’d prefer if you didn’t, but, I guess,” Tony sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.
“My relationship with you, Tony, should not change my relationship with Y/N,” he explained as he reached out to intertwine your fingers together. “I adore her. Allow me to see her and — “
“You asking for my blessing?”
Reed cleared his throat, “It’s more like a courtesy.”
“A courtesy, a courtesy,” Tony echoed with a laugh. “The fucking balls on you, Richards. I should just — “
“Enough!” You shouted. “Tony, you’re not my dad, you’re my brother. You have no say in who I get to date. If I could watch you rinse through several years worth of Victoria’s Secret Angels, grad students, and journalists, you can survive with me seeing Reed. Put your fucking big boy Pampers on and deal with it.”
Tony stared at you for a moment, soaking in your words, realizing but not wanting to admit you were right. He sighed after a moment and lazily pointed a finger at you, “You were much nicer before you got some dick in you, is all I’m saying.”
“Get. Out,” you seethed, throwing the screwdriver at his head while he raised his hands to block it. “Get out!”
“Okay. Okay! Shit. I thought fucking was supposed to make you nicer, not worse. God, Reed, can’t even do that job fucking right, would love to see how long this lasts,” Tony proclaimed as he dodged you throwing your shoe at his head as he turned and flew out of the building, happily breaking one of Reed’s windows on the way out.
Reed breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back into your touch. You shook your head muttering that your brother was a psychopath who needed a lobotomy. He chuckled as he thought about how funny it was that you would say such a thing, given that you were saying things worse than Tony said to him the last few weeks.
Reed said he was okay to get up, and you nodded. However, when he tried to get up, he felt that you weren’t moving at all. In fact, you were leaning on him. He glanced at you and raised an eyebrow, “Why aren’t we moving?”
“Well, after last night and an adrenaline-fused panic to get Tony to stop trying to kill you, my body has calmed down, and I have no control or strength in my muscles right now,” you confessed to Reed who beamed with pride.
“If only Tony stayed a little longer to see my job well done.”
“Shut up, Reed,” you sighed as the man carefully maneuvered around to pick you up in his arms and return to his bedroom. “Well, now that the cat’s out of the bag, I guess we don’t have to hide or anything.”
“Shame, I kind of loved the scandal of our torrid romance behind his back,” Reed teased as you both climbed into bed once more, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his side. “But, your brother in pain amuses me greatly.”
“Okay. No more talk about my brother when we’re in bed,” you sighed as you shut your eyes and curled into him. “Let’s just try sleeping again.”
“Yes, dear,” Reed agreed as he brought the blanket up to your shoulders. “And after, we can have brunch. That’s….that’s a typical, social thing, right?”
“My, my, Reed, you’re a quick study.”
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hotgirlwonwoo · 11 months ago
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something more || h.js x reader
Summary: it’s a tale as old as time- your roommate walks in on you masturbating and things escalate from there
Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut
Word Count: 4.5k
A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )
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additional warnings: additional warnings: masturbation, unprotected sex, choking, degradation, lowkey spit play
“Joshua! Come look at this!”
There were a lot of things you liked about your apartment. Cheap rent, nice views, mostly functioning air conditioning… however the gaping hole in your bedroom ceiling was not one of them. It had started out as a small leak a couple of weeks ago, water dripping from some imperceptible hole in the plaster that had slowly turned into a trickle and then a steady stream, until finally the ceiling had collapsed in on itself, unable to hold the weight of all of the water any longer. You had filed a maintenance request when you first noticed the leak, but it had gone ignored. Maybe now, now that your bed was covered in drywall and pipe water, now that you could see into the apartment above yours, your concerns would be important enough to be addressed.
“What is it?” your roommate called back.
You heard him approach and waited for the gasp that would follow. “Y/n…” he hissed, one hand over his mouth, the other gripping your shoulder in shock.
“I know.”
“Holy shit.”
“I know.”
“What do we do?”
“I don’t know.”
You sighed and took a tentative step forward into your room, wincing when your sock made contact with your damp rug.
“I’ll call maintenance,” Joshua offered and turned on his heel to grab his phone.
“I’ll… try and figure my shit out, I guess.”
His footsteps faded into the background as he retreated into his own room and you looked around your room with a frown, surveying the space for anything salvageable. You were surprised you hadn’t started crying yet. But apparently your brain hadn’t quite caught up with your eyes because all you felt was a numb sort of apathy as you gazed at the mess in front of you.
There was no way you could sleep in your room tonight. Even if you managed to dry everything and clear the debris, there was still a giant fucking hole in the ceiling. The mere thought of trying to fall asleep underneath it made you uneasy. You would have to crash somewhere else.
“They said not to touch anything-” Joshua shouted from the other room. You froze in place, afraid you’d already done something you weren’t supposed to and decided to join him in the kitchen instead.
Your socks left wet footprints against the concrete floor as you padded over to where Joshua was. He shot you a look of sympathy as you peeled them off and tossed them to the side, shifting his attention back to the notepad on the table in front of him to write something the person on the other end of the phone was saying.
The pen hovered above the paper momentarily, and Joshua rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tomorrow? Is that the earliest- yeah that’s fine.”
The little hope you’d had that the issue would be resolved tonight fizzled, and you blew out a breath of frustration. You pulled out your phone and began scrolling through your contacts, mentally making notes of who might let you spend the night at their place.
Joshua thanked whoever he was talking to and hung up, pushing the notebook away from him with a groan.
“They’ll be here tomorrow morning,” he said, giving you an apologetic look. “What are you doing?”
“Texting Seungcheol.”
Joshua made a face. “Seung- why?”
“I’m going to ask if I can sleep over.”
“You haven’t talked to him in months,” your roommate protested.
“He’ll say yes to me,” you assured him.
“That’s because he expects you to sleep with him.”
“I know.”
“Y/n! You’re not seriously going to have sex with him in exchange for a place to stay, are you?”
“Well when you put it like that…” you trailed off and sighed. “Whatever, I’m not above it. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid anyway.”
“Seungcheol couldn’t even last thirty seconds-” he paused when you gave him a look, “I know from what you’ve told me. Not because I slept with him.”
“You know saying that makes it sound like that’s exactly why you know.”
“Please, y/n, I have taste,” he said matter-of-factly, easily dodging a swat from you. “You’re not sleeping at Seungcheol’s,” he said as if he’d decided, as if he had final say on the matter.
“Well, what am I supposed to do, Joshua?” you demanded. “I can’t sleep in my own room, and you know I can’t sleep on the couch so what do you suggest?”
“Take my room,” he offered simply, shrugging like it should have been obvious.
“What?”
“You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. You don’t even have to fuck me for it.”
You rolled your eyes. “Well what do I have to do for it?”
You could tell Joshua wanted to say ‘nothing’, but knew you wouldn’t accept his offer without feeling like you could give him anything in return so he settled for “fried rice”.
“You want fried rice?”
“I want your fried rice,” he clarified with a grin. “You know it’s my favorite.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Okay,” you agreed. “Fine. Thank you, Joshua.”
He gave you a knowing smile and nodded. “Don’t mention it.”
-
Joshua kept his room colder than yours. Your wet hair from the shower only made the chill worse, but you didn’t want to mess with the thermostat and throw off how he liked things. You were even hesitant to touch the pillows on his bed. You knew Joshua wouldn’t care, but you still wanted to respect his space.
Joshua was literally the most easygoing person you knew, which offered a nice balance in contrast to your high-strung, perfectionist personality. One time you’d bled on his sheets while you were just hanging out in his room and he was completely unphased. He just threw the bedding in the wash like nothing had happened and mentioned that he’d been needing to wash them anyway while you practically cried in embarrassment.
“It’s okay, y/n. I’ve had girlfriends before.”
“Yeah, but I’m not your girlfriend!”
“We live together, close enough.”
To be fair, you knew that this kind of thing happened all the time, but you were still mortified. You didn’t even pay attention to the rest of the movie you and Joshua had been watching. To this day you didn’t know how the Lego Batman Movie ended.
“You need something to sleep in?” Joshua had asked on your way from the bathroom back to his room, having noted your state of undress.
It wasn’t uncommon for you to make the trips to and from the shower in nothing more than a towel, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to go back into your room tonight, and that most of your clothes were still damp from the ceiling anyway.
“Yeah, that’d be great.”
He just nodded from where he was on the couch and gestured past you in the direction of his door. “You know where everything is. Pick out whatever.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
You’d chosen an old t-shirt from a gas station souvenir shop, one of many in his collection of road-trip tees and a pair of panties you had managed to snag from your dresser before Joshua had yelled at you to get out of your room earlier.
You hung your towel on a hook attached to the back of his closet door and sprawled out on his bed, pulling the comforter around yourself.
It was late. It had been late for a while, but you and Joshua were night owls. You both kept busy schedules, so at night you liked to take some time for yourselves before bed. Still though, you knew you should sleep. But you couldn’t.
You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to relax your muscles.
If you were being honest, the idea of getting laid had been exciting and you were a bit disappointed it wasn’t going to happen for you tonight. It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, and you were craving the intimacy, even if it was coming from someone like Dylan.
Your skin was beginning to feel hot and sticky, and you pushed the covers off of you in your frustration. You had just been cold a few moments ago, and all it had taken to make you sweat was the mere thought of sex. It was pathetic, you were pathetic, and you knew it.
Your fingers inched toward the waistband of your panties almost unconsciously before you stopped yourself. You were in Joshua’s bed. You shouldn’t be getting yourself off in his bed. That was wrong. It wasn’t your room, there must be some sort of boundary for this sort of thing. Roommate code. What if Joshua walked in on you- no. You clenched your fists by your sides and sighed. The idea of your roommate walking in on you with your hand down your pants should not be turning you on. It should be having the opposite effect. But you couldn’t help it.
You had managed to suppress your attraction to him for this long, being in his bed shouldn’t be the breaking point. Maybe it was because his sheets smelled like him, or maybe it was because you were wearing his shirt…fuck, you wished you had your vibrator. The little pink toy was sitting in the drawer of your bedside table, likely water damaged beyond repair. God, hadn’t you lost enough?
“Forgive me, Shua,” you whispered hoarsely into the empty room as you resigned yourself to your pleasure.
Your pussy had won over your head and you’d given into your desire. Familiar sparks of arousal flickered faintly in your stomach when you brushed the tips of your fingers over your panties. You weren’t shocked to discover that the material was already damp from where your wetness had seeped through.
You tried to think about Seungcheol, about your celebrity crushes, about anyone other than the person behind the other side of the door, but your mind kept drifting back to your roommate. You thought about what Joshua’s fingers would feel like instead of your own. They were so much longer than yours… you stifled a moan as you curled a finger into yourself and let your thumb begin to circle your clit, imagining Joshua’s head was buried in between your thighs instead.
Getting yourself to the edge was usually difficult for you without the help of toys or a third party, but you surprised yourself when your thighs began to tense in anticipation as you worked your fingers over your g-spot repeatedly, orgasm just out of reach. You were trying to be as quiet as possible, but you kept letting quiet sighs and curses slip from between your lips as your focus began to blur.
You pictured Joshua pushing himself into you, pictured how his face would scrunch up in pleasure as he felt you clench around his cock for the first time, how he’d kiss your neck and praise you for taking him so well- you bit down on your knuckles to stop yourself from screaming.
The invisible string inside of you snapped right as the door to Joshua’s room swung open and you were forced to rip your hand away from yourself as you came and your pussy clenched around nothing.
The light overhead flicked on and you squinted, groaning at the sudden blinding intrusion.
“Sorry,” Joshua apologized sheepishly. “I just forgot a pillow.”
You used your dry hand, the knuckle-bitten one, to throw him one of the pillows from behind you. He caught it with ease and you thought that would be it, but he zeroed in on your hand, narrowing his eyes at it with a confused expression on his face.
You hoped he couldn’t tell that you were still trembling from the aftershocks of your ruined orgasm, hoped he didn’t question why you were so flushed and breathless.
“What happened to your hand?” he asked, tossing the pillow aside and taking your hand into his own to observe. “You’re bleeding.”
Damn, you hadn’t meant to bite your hand that hard.
“It’s nothing,” you said and tried to yank your hand out of his grasp, but he was holding onto you too tightly.
“I have some Band-Aids in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
“Shua you don’t have to-”
He was gone before you could finish your sentence, and back before you could protest any further. While he was in the bathroom you hurriedly wiped your other hand on your- his- shirt in an attempt to erase any evidence of what you had been doing just moments before he had interrupted.
“Give me your hand,” Joshua instructed, taking a seat on the bed so that he was facing you.
You outstretched your arm so that he could see the damage and watched as he dabbed a tissue at the specks of blood on your skin, applying pressure to stop the flow.
“It’s just a little scrape,” you insisted.
“Still, we don’t want it to get infected.”
“I guess,” you mumbled.
Once he was sure that you had stopped bleeding he dabbed a tiny bit of Neosporin onto your knuckle and wrapped a Spider-Man Band-Aid around your finger.
“Thank you.”
“Wait, I’m not done!”
“What do you mean?”
“I have to kiss it better.”
You rolled your eyes but gave in, lifting your hand to his face princess style. He pressed a gentle kiss to the Spider-Man Band-Aid and took a moment to admire his work. It was only when he was holding your hand closer that he noticed the indents in all of your other knuckles.
“Why were you biting your hand?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
There was no use in lying about it, the marks on your hand were clearly teeth marks. He would know you were bullshitting if you tried to play it off.
“I wasn’t.”
So much for that.
Joshua blinked. “Show me your other hand.”
“What? No.”
“Show me.”
“No!”
You grabbed the comforter and pulled it tighter to you while Joshua tried to wrestle it from your grasp.
“I swear to God, y/n,” he muttered under his breath.
You put up a good fight, but he was stronger than you and tugged it off of you within seconds of struggling. He pushed you back onto the bed and used his body to pin you to the mattress so that you couldn’t wriggle away. Now that you were stuck underneath him he was able to assess the hand that you had been trying to hide. You whimpered in embarrassment and watched in horror as he brought the hand… brought the hand to his…
“Joshua, what are you doing?” you breathed out.
He looked at you brazenly and then put two of your fingers in his mouth. You shivered as he sucked the arousal, the evidence, from your fingers to confirm his suspicion.
“You’re a liar,” he said finally.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered.
Joshua chuckled to himself and let your hand fall back to your side. “And a brat too.” You scoffed in offense but Joshua just leaned down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “I already knew that, though.”
“Excuse you, but I am fucking delightful!” you argued.
“I never said you weren’t!”
“You just called me a brat!”
“Two things can be true at the same time.”
“I hate you.”
“So you… don’t want me to… give you a hand there?” he asked.
You paused. Was he really offering to-
“We’re friends, Joshua. You don’t have to do that.”
“I know. I want to.”
You could feel your heart beating in your throat and in your pussy. Joshua was your best friend and your roommate… but was there something more? Right now you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anyone. This couldn’t end well.
“Joshua?”
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
Joshua was back on top of you as soon as the words left your mouth, pressing his lips to yours while one of his hands tangled itself in your hair. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned softly into his mouth. You found yourself wishing the moment could last forever, but you quickly changed your mind when you felt Joshua pressing his thigh up in between your legs. Lazily making out was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He brought a hand to your hip and urged you to move. He guided you until you were rocking back and forth on his thigh at a steady pace.
“Feel good?” he asked.
You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Your panties were the only layer between your pussy and Joshua’s leg, and although they were certainly ruined by now they still provided the means to create friction that went straight to your clit.
Joshua’s hands fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing and he tugged at the bottom of it, motioning for it to come off.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
Another nod from you and he was whisking the shirt off over your head without a second’s hesitation. He was pulling his own shirt off next, tossing it into a pile on the floor with yours. His fingers found the waistband of your panties soon after, and he played with the elastic impatiently, eager eyes searching yours for approval. You lifted your hips off of the bed so that he could take them off, leaving you completely naked before him.
Joshua let his gaze travel down your body, shamelessly admiring every dimple, curve, and freckle that was now exposed to him. You shifted under him self-consciously, silently wishing you had shaved. If you had known you’d be fucking your best friend, you would have, but it was too late now and you could only hope he wasn’t bothered by a little hair.
“How are you real,” he murmured to himself, earning an eye roll from you. Joshua reached out and dragged a finger through your folds, smiling when you flinched. “So sensitive…” he noted. “Did you cum already?”
“Yes, but it was ruined,” you admitted.
“Poor thing,” he tsked in fake sympathy, bringing his hand back up to his mouth. “Just wanna nother taste. You’re too sweet to resist.”
“Shua,” you whined.
“What is it, baby?”
“I need you.”
He smiled down at you and took you by the chin, tilting your face up towards him. “You already have me.”
“You know what I mean!”
“But I want to hear you say it.”
You groaned stubbornly and twisted your head out of his grip, only to let out a yelp when he closed a hand around your throat.
“Stop being a brat,” Joshua spat as he forced you to look at him again. “I’ll give you one more chance to be a good girl, got it? Good girls use their words to tell me what they want. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” you choked out desperately.
“Are you going to be a good girl?”
“I’ll be a good girl.”
“So what is it that you need, love?”
You swallowed your pride and opened your mouth to respond. “Your cock, please.”
“Sorry, what was that?” Joshua asked, cupping a hand around his ear as if he couldn’t hear you.
“I want- I need your cock, please.”
“Atta girl,” he praised and eased the grip around your neck. “Was that so hard?”
You shook your head weakly and watched as Joshua pushed his boxers down to his thighs, then onto the floor, letting his cock bounce up against his stomach. He was fully hard already and you wondered how long he’d been like that, wondered how he had so much self-control when you barely had any.
“We can stop whenever you want, okay?” Joshua said, face softening and hand gently cupping your cheek. “Let me know if it’s too much. Just tell me what you need, baby.” You nodded obediently and met him halfway as he leaned down to kiss you. He broke away from the kiss suddenly and held a hand underneath your mouth. “Spit,” he ordered.
You complied and sat up a little to spit into his hand. He worked that same hand over his cock a few times, using your spit to lubricate it before positioning himself over you.
“Is this a good idea?” you blurted right as Joshua was about to push himself into you, suddenly aware that you wouldn’t be able to go back from this as soon as he did.
You had shoved any feelings you’d had for Joshua down for so long and it would be impossible to keep doing after sleeping with him. But you had already come this far.
“Probably not,” Joshua answered with a shrug. “Do you want to stop?”
“No. Do you?”
“No.”
“Okay, cool.”
“Great.”
A brief moment of silence lapsed while you both stared into each others’ eyes, not quite sure where to go from there.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Joshua said casually after thirty more seconds of silence.
“Yes, please do.”
You braced yourself for the stretch as Joshua pushed into you at an agonizing pace and sank your teeth into his shoulder to relieve some of the pressure. Joshua groaned at the feeling of you pulsing around his cock, a feeling which was only heightened by you nipping at his skin.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“You’re… so big,” you echoed back.
He allowed you a few moments to adjust before he moved. You were already so worked up that he slid in and out of you easily and it wasn’t long before he was pounding into you at a fast tempo. He pressed hurried kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of hickies to remember him by.
You cried out each time his cock hit your g-spot, overwhelmed and still sensitive. Joshua kissed you to drown out your moans, clamping a hand over your mouth in his stead whenever he came up for air. His other hand was up against the wall for stability, though it wasn’t helping much.
“Joshua,” you gasped.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can you choke me again, please?” you all but begged.
Joshua smirked. “Of course.”
He did as you asked and cursed when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer.
“See what happens when you’re a good girl and ask nicely?” he teased, cocking his jaw arrogantly. “You get rewarded.”
You could feel your orgasm building in your abdomen as Joshua continued to thrust into you and wondered if he was close too. You guessed that he was from the way his hips had began to falter.
“Up,” Joshua commanded suddenly.
He slipped out of you and grabbed you by the shoulders, hauling you into a sitting position.
“On your hands and knees,”
“And if I don’t?” you challenged.
“You don’t want to find out.”
“Are you sure?”
“Should I finish myself off, then?” he asked, pumping his cock lazily as if he expected you to call his bluff. “Leave you here needy, not let you cum?”
“No, please!”
You quickly got into position on all fours with your back to Joshua praying that he wouldn’t make good on his threat.
“That’s what I thought,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.
You fell forward on your face when he shoved his cock back into you only for him to tug you upright by your hair. He fucked you like that in doggy for a minute or so before he snaked an arm around your upper body and pulled you flush against his chest. Being seated on his lap allowed Joshua the ability to touch practically anywhere on your body. He took advantage of the new position by grabbing your tits.
He was so fucking deep in you like this you couldn’t stand it. Every tiny movement brought you closer to the edge and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.
“Shua, I’m close,” you warned through broken gasps.
“Don’t cum yet.”
“Why not,” you whined.
“You’re not allowed to cum until you answer this question for me,” he said breathlessly.
“What is it?”
“When you were touching yourself earlier, who were you thinking about?”
“I-”
“Was it Seungcheol?”
“No.”
Joshua’s fingers found your clit and began rubbing circles around it, making it that much harder not to disobey him.
“Fuck, Joshua…”
“Who was it?”
“It was you! I was thinking about you!”
“Do you always think about me?” he pressed.
“You only said one question,” you accused defensively.
Interrogating you while he had you on the brink of orgasm was not fair.
“Fine, cum.”
You cried his name as you finally came. He held you through it, your orgasm triggering his own as you clenched around him repeatedly. Your name tumbled from his lips too, while he lost himself in the midst of pleasure. You couldn’t see his face as he came, but you could imagine it, like you had hundreds of times before. The way his hair would stick to his forehead, the way he’d bite down on his lip and squeeze his eyes shut as he let go of control…
You couldn’t see him as he came, but you could feel him. You felt his entire body tense behind you, felt the warm spurts of cum fill you up, felt the way he instinctively grabbed at your throat to anchor himself.
Neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity as you both caught your breath. Joshua collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, cock still buried inside of you. He brushed your hair out of your face and turned your head so that he could look into your eyes.
“Are you okay?”
You nodded sleepily and gave him a weak smile. “I’m good.”
“Are you sure? I wasn’t too rough?”
“No, you were perfect.”
He kissed you again without a second thought and you kissed him back. It felt familiar and warm, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Here let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling out of you.
You winced at the empty feeling, but laid in bed motionlessly and let Joshua dote on you. He used a warm washcloth in between your thighs and wrapped a new Spider-Man Band-Aid around your hurt finger. He slipped back into his boxers and tossed you another pair of his to wear before fetching you a glass of water from the kitchen and making you drink it all.
Joshua returned to bed finally and snuggled up to you instantly. You nestled yourself into the crook of his arm and rested your head on his shoulder.
“I thought I didn’t have to fuck you to sleep in your bed,” you said quietly once he had gotten comfortable.
“Shut up.” There was still a lot to discuss between the two of you, but nothing that couldn’t wait until morning. For now you were content to fall asleep in his arms and ignore all of the unanswered questions bouncing around in your mind. “For the record, I still expect my fried rice.”
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wazzupmrstark · 11 months ago
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something more || t.h. x reader
Summary: it’s a tale as old as time- your roommate walks in on you masturbating and things escalate from there
Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut
Word Count: 4.5k
A/N: 2/4 of my 4k celebration fics inspired by @kitchenwitchbitch
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additional warnings: masturbation, unprotected sex, choking, degradation, lowkey spit play
“Tom! Come look at this!”
There were a lot of things you liked about your apartment. Cheap rent, nice views, mostly functioning air conditioning... however the gaping hole in your bedroom ceiling was not one of them. It had started out as a small leak a couple of weeks ago, water dripping from some imperceptible hole in the plaster that had slowly turned into a trickle and then a steady stream, until finally the ceiling had collapsed in on itself, unable to hold the weight of all of the water any longer. You had filed a maintenance request when you first noticed the leak, but it had gone ignored. Maybe now, now that your bed was covered in drywall and pipe water, now that you could see into the apartment above yours, your concerns would be important enough to be addressed.
“What is it?” your roommate calls back.
You heard him approach and waited for the gasp that would follow. “Y/n...” he hissed, one hand over his mouth, the other gripping your shoulder in shock.
“I know.”
“Holy shit.”
“I know.”
“What do we do?”
“I don’t know.”
You sighed and took a tentative step forward into your room, wincing when your sock made contact with your damp rug.
“I’ll call maintenance,” Tom offered and turned on his heel to grab his phone.
“I’ll... try and figure my shit out, I guess.”
His footsteps faded into the background as he retreated into his own room and you looked around your room with a frown, surveying the space for anything salvageable. You were surprised you hadn’t started crying yet. But apparently your brain hadn’t quite caught up with your eyes because all you felt was a numb sort of apathy as you gazed at the mess in front of you.
There was no way you could sleep in your room tonight. Even if you managed to dry everything and clear the debris, there was still a giant fucking hole in the ceiling. The mere thought of trying to fall asleep underneath it made you uneasy. You would have to crash somewhere else.
“They said not to touch anything-” Tom shouted from the other room. You froze in place, afraid you’d already done something you weren’t supposed to and decided to join him in the kitchen instead.
Your socks left wet footprints against the concrete floor as you padded over to where Tom was. He shot you a look of sympathy as you peeled them off and tossed them to the side, shifting his attention back to the notepad on the table in front of him to write something the person on the other end of the phone was saying.
The pen hovered above the paper momentarily, and Tom rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tomorrow? Is that the earliest- yeah that’s fine.”
The little hope you’d had that the issue would be resolved tonight fizzled, and you blew out a breath of frustration. You pulled out your phone and began scrolling through your contacts, mentally making notes of who might let you spend the night at their place.
Tom thanked whoever he was talking to and hung up, pushing the notebook away from him with a groan.
“They’ll be here tomorrow morning,” he said, giving you an apologetic look. “What are you doing?”
“Texting Dylan.”
Tom made a face. “Dyl- why?”
“I’m going to ask if I can sleep over.”
“You haven’t talked to him in months,” your roommate protested.
“He’ll say yes to me,” you assured him.
“That’s because he expects you to sleep with him.”
“I know.”
“Y/n! You’re not seriously going to have sex with him in exchange for a place to stay, are you?”
“Well when you put it like that...” you trailed off and sighed. “Whatever, I’m not above it. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid anyway.”
“Dylan couldn’t even last thirty seconds-” he paused when you gave him a look, “I know from what you’ve told me. Not because I slept with him.”
“You know saying that makes it sound like that’s exactly why you know.”
“Please, y/n, I have taste,” he said matter-of-factly, easily dodging a swat from you. “You’re not sleeping at Dylan’s,” he said as if he’d decided, as if he had final say on the matter.
“Well, what am I supposed to do, Tom?” you demanded. “I can’t sleep in my own room, and you know I can’t sleep on the couch so what do you suggest?”
“Take my room,” he offered simply, shrugging like it should have been obvious.
“What?”
“You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. You don’t even have to fuck me for it.”
You rolled your eyes. “Well what do I have to do for it?”
You could tell Tom wanted to say ‘nothing’, but knew you wouldn’t accept his offer without feeling like you could give him anything in return so he settled for “fried rice”.
“You want fried rice?”
“I want your fried rice,” he clarified with a grin. “You know it’s my favorite.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Okay,” you agreed. “Fine. Thank you, Tom.”
He gave you a knowing smile and nodded. “Don’t mention it.”
-
Tom kept his room colder than yours. Your wet hair from the shower only made the chill worse, but you didn’t want to mess with the thermostat and throw off how he liked things. You were even hesitant to touch the pillows on his bed. You knew Tom wouldn’t care, but you still wanted to respect his space.
Tom was literally the most easygoing person you knew, which offered a nice balance in contrast to your high-strung, perfectionist personality. One time you’d bled on his sheets while you were just hanging out in his room and he was completely unphased. He just threw the bedding in the wash like nothing had happened and mentioned that he’d been needing to wash them anyway while you practically cried in embarrassment.
“It’s okay, y/n. I’ve had girlfriends before.”
“Yeah, but I’m not your girlfriend!”
“We live together, close enough.”
To be fair, you knew that this kind of thing happened all the time, but you were still mortified. You didn’t even pay attention to the rest of the movie you and Tom had been watching. To this day you didn’t know how the Lego Batman Movie ended.
“You need something to sleep in?” Tom had asked on your way from the bathroom back to his room, having noted your state of undress.
It wasn’t uncommon for you to make the trips to and from the shower in nothing more than a towel, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to go back into your room tonight, and that most of your clothes were still damp from the ceiling anyway.
“Yeah, that’d be great.”
He just nodded from where he was on the couch and gestured past you in the direction of his door. “You know where everything is. Pick out whatever.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
You’d chosen an old t-shirt from a gas station souvenir shop, one of many in his collection of road-trip tees and a pair of panties you had managed to snag from your dresser before Tom had yelled at you to get out of your room earlier.
You hung your towel on a hook attached to the back of his closet door and sprawled out on his bed, pulling the comforter around yourself.
It was late. It had been late for a while, but you and Tom were night owls. You both kept busy schedules, so at night you liked to take some time for yourselves before bed. Still though, you knew you should sleep. But you couldn’t.
You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to relax your muscles.
If you were being honest, the idea of getting laid had been exciting and you were a bit disappointed it wasn’t going to happen for you tonight. It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, and you were craving the intimacy, even if it was coming from someone like Dylan.
Your skin was beginning to feel hot and sticky, and you pushed the covers off of you in your frustration. You had just been cold a few moments ago, and all it had taken to make you sweat was the mere thought of sex. It was pathetic, you were pathetic, and you knew it.
Your fingers inched toward the waistband of your panties almost unconsciously before you stopped yourself. You were in Tom’s bed. You shouldn’t be getting yourself off in his bed. That was wrong. It wasn’t your room, there must be some sort of boundary for this sort of thing. Roommate code. What if Tom walked in on you- no. You clenched your fists by your sides and sighed. The idea of your roommate walking in on you with your hand down your pants should not be turning you on. It should be having the opposite effect. But you couldn’t help it.
You had managed to suppress your attraction to him for this long, being in his bed shouldn’t be the breaking point. Maybe it was because his sheets smelled like him, or maybe it was because you were wearing his shirt...fuck, you wished you had your vibrator. The little pink toy was sitting in the drawer of your bedside table, likely water damaged beyond repair. God, hadn’t you lost enough?
“Forgive me, Tom,” you whispered hoarsely into the empty room as you resigned yourself to your pleasure.
Your pussy had won over your head and you’d given into your desire. Familiar sparks of arousal flickered faintly in your stomach when you brushed the tips of your fingers over your panties. You weren’t shocked to discover that the material was already damp from where your wetness had seeped through.
You tried to think about Dylan, about your celebrity crushes, about anyone other than the person behind the other side of the door, but your mind kept drifting back to your roommate. You thought about what Tom’s fingers would feel like instead of your own. They were so much longer than yours... you stifled a moan as you curled a finger into yourself and let your thumb begin to circle your clit, imagining Tom’s head was buried in between your thighs instead.
Getting yourself to the edge was usually difficult for you without the help of toys or a third party, but you surprised yourself when your thighs began to tense in anticipation as you worked your fingers over your g-spot repeatedly, orgasm just out of reach. You were trying to be as quiet as possible, but you kept letting quiet sighs and curses slip from between your lips as your focus began to blur.
You pictured Tom pushing himself into you, pictured how his face would scrunch up in pleasure as he felt you clench around his cock for the first time, how he’d kiss your neck and praise you for taking him so well- you bit down on your knuckles to stop yourself from screaming.
The invisible string inside of you snapped right as the door to Tom’s room swung open and you were forced to rip your hand away from yourself as you came and your pussy clenched around nothing.
The light overhead flicked on and you squinted, groaning at the sudden blinding intrusion.
“Sorry,” Tom apologized sheepishly. “I just forgot a pillow.”
You used your dry hand, the knuckle-bitten one, to throw him one of the pillows from behind you. He caught it with ease and you thought that would be it, but he zeroed in on your hand, narrowing his eyes at it with a confused expression on his face.
You hoped he couldn’t tell that you were still trembling from the aftershocks of your ruined orgasm, hoped he didn’t question why you were so flushed and breathless.
“What happened to your hand?” he asked, tossing the pillow aside and taking your hand into his own to observe. “You’re bleeding.”
Damn, you hadn’t meant to bite your hand that hard.
“It’s nothing,” you said and tried to yank your hand out of his grasp, but he was holding onto you too tightly.
“I have some Band-Aids in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
“Tom you don’t have to-”
He was gone before you could finish your sentence, and back before you could protest any further. While he was in the bathroom you hurriedly wiped your other hand on your- his- shirt in an attempt to erase any evidence of what you had been doing just moments before he had interrupted.
“Give me your hand,” Tom instructed, taking a seat on the bed so that he was facing you.
You outstretched your arm so that he could see the damage and watched as he dabbed a tissue at the specks of blood on your skin, applying pressure to stop the flow.
“It’s just a little scrape,” you insisted.
“Still, we don’t want it to get infected.”
“I guess,” you mumbled.
Once he was sure that you had stopped bleeding he dabbed a tiny bit of Neosporin onto your knuckle and wrapped a Spider-Man Band-Aid around your finger.
“Thank you.”
“Wait, I’m not done!”
“What do you mean?”
“I have to kiss it better.”
You rolled your eyes but gave in, lifting your hand to his face princess style. He pressed a gentle kiss to the Spider-Man Band-Aid and took a moment to admire his work. It was only when he was holding your hand closer that he noticed the indents in all of your other knuckles.
“Why were you biting your hand?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
There was no use in lying about it, the marks on your hand were clearly teeth marks. He would know you were bullshitting if you tried to play it off.
“I wasn’t.”
So much for that.
Tom blinked. “Show me your other hand.”
“What? No.”
“Show me.”
“No!”
You grabbed the comforter and pulled it tighter to you while Tom tried to wrestle it from your grasp.
“I swear to God, y/n,” he muttered under his breath.
You put up a good fight, but he was stronger than you and tugged it off of you within seconds of struggling. He pushed you back onto the bed and used his body to pin you to the mattress so that you couldn’t wriggle away. Now that you were stuck underneath him he was able to assess the hand that you had been trying to hide. You whimpered in embarrassment and watched in horror as he brought the hand... brought the hand to his...
“Tom, what are you doing?” you breathed out.
He looked at you brazenly and then put two of your fingers in his mouth. You shivered as he sucked the arousal, the evidence, from your fingers to confirm his suspicion.
“You’re a liar,” he said finally.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered.
Tom chuckled to himself and let your hand fall back to your side. “And a brat too.” You scoffed in offense but Tom just leaned down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “I already knew that, though.”
“Excuse you, but I am fucking delightful!” you argued.
“I never said you weren’t!”
“You just called me a brat!”
“Two things can be true at the same time.”
“I hate you.”
“So you... don’t want me to... give you a hand there?” he asked.
You paused. Was he really offering to-
“We’re friends, Tom. You don’t have to do that.”
“I know. I want to.”
You could feel your heart beating in your throat and in your pussy. Tom was your best friend and your roommate... but was there something more? Right now you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anyone. This couldn’t end well.
“Tom?”
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
Tom was back on top of you as soon as the words left your mouth, pressing his lips to yours while one of his hands tangled itself in your hair. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned softly into his mouth. You found yourself wishing the moment could last forever, but you quickly changed your mind when you felt Tom pressing his thigh up in between your legs. Lazily making out was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He brought a hand to your hip and urged you to move. He guided you until you were rocking back and forth on his thigh at a steady pace.
“Feel good?” he asked.
You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Your panties were the only layer between your pussy and Tom’s leg, and although they were certainly ruined by now they still provided the means to create friction that went straight to your clit.
Tom’s hands fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing and he tugged at the bottom of it, motioning for it to come off.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
Another nod from you and he was whisking the shirt off over your head without a second’s hesitation. He was pulling his own shirt off next, tossing it into a pile on the floor with yours. His fingers found the waistband of your panties soon after, and he played with the elastic impatiently, eager eyes searching yours for approval. You lifted your hips off of the bed so that he could take them off, leaving you completely naked before him.
Tom let his gaze travel down your body, shamelessly admiring every dimple, curve, and freckle that was now exposed to him. You shifted under him self-consciously, silently wishing you had shaved. If you had known you’d be fucking your best friend, you would have, but it was too late now and you could only hope he wasn’t bothered by a little hair.
“How are you real,” he murmured to himself, earning an eye roll from you. Tom reached out and dragged a finger through your folds, smiling when you flinched. “So sensitive...” he noted. “Did you cum already?”
“Yes, but it was ruined,” you admitted.
“Poor thing,” he tsked in fake sympathy, bringing his hand back up to his mouth. “Just wanna nother taste. You’re too sweet to resist.”
“Tom,” you whined.
“What is it, darling?”
“I need you.”
He smiled down at you and took you by the chin, tilting your face up towards him. “You already have me.”
“You know what I mean!”
“But I want to hear you say it.”
You groaned stubbornly and twisted your head out of his grip, only to let out a yelp when he closed a hand around your throat.
“Stop being a brat,” Tom spat as he forced you to look at him again. “I’ll give you one more chance to be a good girl, got it? Good girls use their words to tell me what they want. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” you choked out desperately.
“Are you going to be a good girl?”
“I’ll be a good girl.”
“So what is it that you need, love?”
You swallowed your pride and opened your mouth to respond. “Your cock, please.”
“Sorry, what was that?” Tom asked, cupping a hand around his ear as if he couldn’t hear you.
“I want- I need your cock, please.”
“Atta girl,” he praised and eased the grip around your neck. “Was that so hard?”
You shook your head weakly and watched as Tom pushed his boxers down to his thighs, then onto the floor, letting his cock bounce up against his stomach. He was fully hard already and you wondered how long he’d been like that, wondered how he had so much self-control when you barely had any.
“We can stop whenever you want, okay?” Tom said, face softening and hand gently cupping your cheek. “Let me know if it’s too much. Just tell me what you need, baby.” You nodded obediently and met him halfway as he leaned down to kiss you. He broke away from the kiss suddenly and held a hand underneath your mouth. “Spit,” he ordered.
You complied and sat up a little to spit into his hand. He worked that same hand over his cock a few times, using your spit to lubricate it before positioning himself over you.
“Is this a good idea?” you blurted right as Tom was about to push himself into you, suddenly aware that you wouldn’t be able to go back from this as soon as he did.
You had shoved any feelings you’d had for Tom down for so long and it would be impossible to keep doing after sleeping with him. But you had already come this far.
“Probably not,” Tom answered with a shrug. “Do you want to stop?”
“No. Do you?”
“No.”
“Okay, cool.”
“Great.”
A brief moment of silence lapsed while you both stared into each others’ eyes, not quite sure where to go from there.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Tom said casually after thirty more seconds of silence.
“Yes, please do.”
You braced yourself for the stretch as Tom pushed into you at an agonizing pace and sank your teeth into his shoulder to relieve some of the pressure. Tom groaned at the feeling of you pulsing around his cock, a feeling which was only heightened by you nipping at his skin.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“You’re... so big,” you echoed back.
He allowed you a few moments to adjust before he moved. You were already so worked up that he slid in and out of you easily and it wasn’t long before he was pounding into you at a fast tempo. He pressed hurried kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of hickies to remember him by.
You cried out each time his cock hit your g-spot, overwhelmed and still sensitive. Tom kissed you to drown out your moans, clamping a hand over your mouth in his stead whenever he came up for air. His other hand was up against the wall for stability, though it wasn’t helping much.
“Tom,” you gasped.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can you choke me again, please?” you all but begged.
Tom smirked. “Of course.”
He did as you asked and cursed when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer.
“See what happens when you’re a good girl and ask nicely?” he teased, cocking his jaw arrogantly. “You get rewarded.”
You could feel your orgasm building in your abdomen as Tom continued to thrust into you and wondered if he was close too. You guessed that he was from the way his hips had began to falter.
“Up,” Tom commanded suddenly.
He slipped out of you and grabbed you by the shoulders, hauling you into a sitting position.
“On your hands and knees,”
“And if I don’t?” you challenged.
“You don’t want to find out.”
“Are you sure?”
“Should I finish myself off, then?” he asked, pumping his cock lazily as if he expected you to call his bluff. “Leave you here needy, not let you cum?”
“No, please!”
You quickly got into position on all fours with your back to Tom praying that he wouldn’t make good on his threat.
“That’s what I thought,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.
You fell forward on your face when he shoved his cock back into you only for him to tug you upright by your hair. He fucked you like that in doggy for a minute or so before he snaked an arm around your upper body and pulled you flush against his chest. Being seated on his lap allowed Tom the ability to touch practically anywhere on your body. He took advantage of the new position by grabbing your tits
He was so fucking deep in you like this you couldn’t stand it. Every tiny movement brought you closer to the edge and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.
“Tom, I’m close,” you warned through broken gasps.
“Don’t cum yet.”
“Why not,” you whined.
“You’re not allowed to cum until you answer this question for me,” he said breathlessly.
“What is it?”
“When you were touching yourself earlier, who were you thinking about?”
“I-”
“Was it Dylan?”
“No.”
Tom’s fingers found your clit and began rubbing circles around it, making it that much harder not to disobey him.
“Fuck, Tom...”
“Who was it?”
“It was you! I was thinking about you!”
“Do you always think about me?” he pressed.
“You only said one question,” you accused defensively.
Interrogating you while he had you on the brink of orgasm was not fair.
“Fine, cum.”
You cried his name as you finally came. He held you through it, your orgasm triggering his own as you clenched around him repeatedly. Your name tumbled from his lips too, while he lost himself in the midst of pleasure. You couldn’t see his face as he came, but you could imagine it, like you had hundreds of times before. The way his curls would stick to his forehead, the way he’d bite down on his lip and squeeze his eyes shut as he let go of control...
You couldn’t see him as he came, but you could feel him. You felt his entire body tense behind you, felt the warm spurts of cum fill you up, felt the way he instinctively grabbed at your throat to anchor himself.
Neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity as you both caught your breath. Tom collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, cock still buried inside of you. He brushed your hair out of your face and turned your head so that he could look into your eyes.
“Are you okay?”
You nodded sleepily and gave him a weak smile. “I’m good.”
“Are you sure? I wasn’t too rough?”
“No, you were perfect.”
He kissed you again without a second thought and you kissed him back. It felt familiar and warm, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Here let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling out of you.
You winced at the empty feeling, but laid in bed motionlessly and let Tom dote on you. He used a warm washcloth in between your thighs and wrapped a new Spider-Man Band-Aid around your hurt finger. He slipped back into his boxers and tossed you another pair of his to wear before fetching you a glass of water from the kitchen and making you drink it all.
Tom returned to bed finally and snuggled up to you instantly. You nestled yourself into the crook of his arm and rested your head on his shoulder.
“I thought I didn’t have to fuck you to sleep in your bed,” you said quietly once he had gotten comfortable.
“Shut up.” There was still a lot to discuss between the two of you, but nothing that couldn’t wait until morning. For now you were content to fall asleep in his arms and ignore all of the unanswered questions bouncing around in your mind. “For the record, I still expect my fried rice.”
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bernthal-brainrot · 6 months ago
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☆ 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 | 𝒄.𝒆.
��*:༅。𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ smut/NSFW (vaginal intercourse, doing it in the bed of a truck, graphic/inappropriate descriptions), use of alcohol, language, cute Chris, ranchhand!Chris au
・*:༅。𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Ever since you could remember, you dreamed of getting out of your family’s ranch and staring in movies, making it to show biz and becoming big. But when you miss your chores as a result of an audition, your family’s ranch hand covered for you. You plan on repaying him.
・*:༅。𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: Please enjoy. This thought wouldn't leave my little rat brain so I'm writing it out. It isn't entirely logical or makes complete sense, but I'm writing it anyway. This is literally just fantasy brain-rot so please excuse any plot holes or anything that doesn't make any sense.
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The wind blew softly, ruffling the rows of corn with a gentle pull, the golden blanket over the field ready to be harvested before anyone knew it. You watched it, letting it entrance you as you near the window, your leg bouncing up and down.
Any minute now, a red 1990 Ford pickup truck would travel its way down the road, transporting just the person you wanted to see.
Your family took great pride in their ranch. Everyone played their part, and if they didn't, there were consequences. Your parents had a strong sense of community, the land being quite expansive, most of the money being made off cattle.
But yesterday, you had broken the one big rule they had for you: finish your duties before you go out.
Yet, this was something you valued much more than just mucking the stalls of the horses and moving around bails of hay. Ever since you could remember, you wanted to be a star. A movie star. That's why you snuck off in the early hours of the morning, before anyone else was awake, to drive to an audition a few hours away.
You knew for sure that when you got back, your parents would be fuming and inevitably curse you for it. Yet when you got home that night, there was no such thing. Your parents were as normal as ever.
You had rushed to check the calendar, your mother being the queen of making too many lists to handle. In red marker, one single name was written.
Christopher Evans.
He had covered for you. Saved you from the terrifying and undefeated wrath of your parents. Did all your work so you wouldn't be scolded. You had only spoken to him a few number of times. Once a week at best, and even then it was either about his work or meaningless small talk.
You wanted to thank him, it was the least you could do. He did a kind thing, all so you could attempt your dreams.
So now here you were, your head perking up as you watched his truck drive up the way, the dust from the dirt road lifting up around it like steam would a boiling pot.
You watched the vehicle come to a stop, the driver's seat door opening to reveal only a silhouette, the dirt still too thick to make out his face. You watched the dust clear, only to see his back, his legs carrying him to the barn just a couple yards away.
You got up from the table in a hurry, rushing to the front door, shoving your boots on, and yelling out a quick goodbye to your mother. You flew the door open, and rushed down the steps, watching as Chris finally turned a corner and slipped into the barn.
At last, you reached the door, the sound of hay bails being moved around the only indication he was inside.
"Chris?"
Your voice was smaller than you wanted it to be. It had a subtle tremor to it, making your face heat up just slightly.
"Hey, Hollywood," he smiled, winking at you.
Ah, your beloved nickname. During one of the far and in-between conversations the two of you had, you told him how badly you wanted to leave the ranch. Become a star. Make your own large amount of income. Hence the nickname.
"So uh... I just-," you paused, realizing you hadn't really planned out what you were going to say.
"If it's about the chores thing, don't worry about it. I already got all my stuff done, thought I would help you out. I know how your parents can be, and I have a pretty good idea I know why you left. You wouldn't have gone if it wasn't important to ya."
A smirk graced your lips at the slip of his Boston accent.
"I just wanted to say thank you. You didn't have to."
"I know I didn't have to. I wanted to, sweetheart."
Oh god. The nickname had more of an effect on you than you wanted it to. Chris was an extremely attractive man, and all these nicknames very well might be the end of you.
"Do you drink?" you broke the awkwardness with the sudden question, "How about we go out to that bar. Off Yellowstone road? Heard they have good margaritas."
"Hey, as long as you're buying," he put his hands up in defense.
"Deal."
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By the time you got to the bar, the sun was setting over the mountains, giving way to the moon and stars. A full moon nonetheless.
"You ever been here before?" he asked, hopping out of the truck.
"No. And I take it you haven't either."
"Nope."
You quickly made your way up next to him, and that was where you realized how much bigger than you he truly was. A single hug could most likely completely if not mostly engulf you, his hands bigger than your face. And god, those fingers-
"You comin' or are ya just gonna stand there?" he smirked, his pearly whites peaking behind his lips.
"Yeah, sorry," you shook your head, this man truly made you a mess.
He pushed the doors open, a soft tune coming from the jukebox in the corner, the old wood floors creaking with every step you and Chris would take.
Pulling up a seat at the bar, the bartender greeted you both with a polite hello.
"I'll have a Blue Moon. What about you, darlin'?"
You squeezed your thighs together subtly once hearing yet another nickname that made you practically preen for him.
"I'll just have a Sex on the Beach please," you managed to rush out, the bartender nodded before disappearing to the other side of the bar.
"Why'd you do it?"
Your voice caught Chris off guard, his head tilting slightly to the side like a confused puppy.
"Do what?"
"Do my stuff. Why'd you do it? If you had gotten caught, you would have lost your job."
Your father was a stern man, this you both knew, and the concept of Christopher risking his livelihood all for an almost silly childhood dream baffled you.
Chris let out a chuckle as a charming smile graced his face, his head shaking from side to side. Of you didn't know any better, you'd say he was embarrassed.
"Because. I used to have the same dream," he admitted.
Your mouth dropped in shock, your eyes growing wide, "You? You wanted to act? Can you imagine that? Chris Evans, an actor?" you laughed out.
"Yeah, yeah. According to the people that saw me act, I wasn't all too bad at it."
"Well what made you quit?" you questioned, now fully intrigued.
"I was planning on going to LA to truly pursue my dream. Become an actor and all. That was until my uh...," he paused, cringing slightly, "My mother got incredibly sick. Had to get a job to support her and medical bills, along with feeding my brother and sisters. Eventually, I got a job at your folk's ranch... and I was too far gone to try and do it again. So now here I am. But I wish more than anything that I could have that chance. And I'd hate for you to lose out on the same opportunity I did."
You paused for a moment, nibbling on the inside of your cheek, your eyes scanning his face. Reading his expression. Maybe he cared for you more than you thought he did.
Finally, you leaned forward, engulfing him in a hug. You had no intentions of letting go once he reciprocated, his big bear arms wrapping would your waist, yours around his neck.
"Thank you, Chris," you whispered, feeling him put his forehead in the crook of your neck.
The sudden clink of glass against the wood of the bar made you both jump, the intimate moment cut short by the bartender setting down a pair of glasses.
With an awkward nod, he disappeared as quickly as he came about, knowing that he was interrupting a seemingly important interaction.
Finally noticing how close you truly were, you pulled away quickly, giving him a shy smile before sitting up straight in your seat, sliding your cocktail over, and taking a small sip.
. . . . .
"No! No, you can't do that, no! Chris!" you laughed, your face lit up with the colored fluorescence of the pinball machine.
Both of you had been drinking quite a bit, and after some constructive and flirty conversation, you decided to use what you had left to try your hand at the Elvis Presley-themed pinball machine in the corner.
Now here the two of you were, Chris looming behind you, his hands resting on top of yours, messing with the pressing of the buttons, trying to screw you up.
"Chris, nooo, please let me get this one! Come on, it's my last ball," you protested, feeling him lean his chin on your shoulder, less tipsy than you were.
"Aww, come on darlin', just trying to have a little fun...," you could hear the smile in his voice as he talked into your ear, the warmth of his chest against your back a little bit more noticeable than it was before.
"Chris-" you began, but before you knew it, it was too late, the ball slipping past the flippers, dropping into the slot below, a disappointing jingle playing from the machine, signifying you lost.
"Aw, I'm sorry, must have distracted you,"
The sexual tension was palpable now, the teasing tone in his voice off-putting. But maybe it was the alcohol in your veins making you think what he was saying was something it wasn't.
But a sudden idea popped into your brain, making you chuckle to yourself.
"I have an idea," you started, turning around in his arms, "You good enough to drive?"
. . . .
"Just to the right," you pointed from the passenger seat to a hardly noticeable turn in the dirt road you were currently on.
Dust clung to the air around it like a vice. The radio softly played what seemed to be Johnny Cash, but the volume was too low to tell.
You felt the car turn and stop over the top of the hill, and Chris almost let out a soft gasp. A hill lifted the two of you over the plains of where you were, giving you a perfect view of the full moon and all the stars. That was the only good thing about living in a rural area, you were too far away from any serious pollution to have it cloud the night sky.
"Holy shit," Chris cursed, looking at the moon ahead of him.
"Come on, let's head to the back, I know you have your blankets in the backseat." you chipped, opening your door and walking around the truck to open the tailgate.
By the time Chris paid down with you, a thick winter blanket protecting the both of you as you huddled together, you were already awestruck by the stars. The glittering lights practically put you in a trance.
Chris watches you as you watch the sky, his arms wrapped around you, so small compared to him. You looked like an angel in the moonlight, your arm draped across his broad chest.
"I think I'm taking you with me."
Your voice shattered the long silence, Chris snapped out of his romanticizing daydream as he raised a brow.
"Pardon?"
"I'm taking you with me. Once I get famous, I'm gonna take you with me. Live in a house in the hills. Far away from anyone else... quiet, and cozy."
Chris couldn't help but let his thoughts wander thanking about the possibility of a life with you. Getting out of the small town he spent his entire life in and finally living the dream—the opportunity— he thought he missed.
"You really think so?" he smiled to himself.
You finally met his eyes, and you felt your heart melt as you lost yourself for a second.
“Yeah. I do.” Words couldn’t describe how star-struck you were by him, the feeling of his skin on yours feeling just a bit warmer.
It could have just been the lighting. Or the crickets singing a serenade. Or perhaps it was the full moon reflecting in his baby blues that drew you in.
But before you knew it, your lips met his in a soft, impulsive kiss. Your hands gently traveled up the back of his neck and into his soft tufts of hair, tangling themselves together.
His grip on you shifted, his hands drifting down your soft skin a haze of lust, his large hands gripping onto the supple muscle of your hips, easily helping you straddle him.
The gentle kisses began to morph into something needier-- passionate-- Chris subtly slipped his tongue between your lips, making you let out a barely audible gasp.
After what felt like hours, the two of you released the other, practically gasping for air. You gazed at each other’s faces, taking in the ethereal sight of the other’s eyes. A sight neither of you ever wanted to forget.
Love was such a foreign ideology, something you believed in the pages of a book or pictures on a screen. But right here, right now, every love song you had ever heard began to make more sense.
“I want you,” you would whisper, barely audible over the light breeze of the night.
Chris knew there would be hell to pay in the morning, especially if your parents found out, but the only thing on his mind at the moment were your honeyed lips and how good they tasted on his.
His hands drifted down your body before grasping at handfuls of your ass, squeezing and kneading whatever he could reach. God he wanted you.
You let him unbutton your pants before pulling them off of you, his pants going next. Both of your hands were clawing at each other’s clothes until there was nothing left but skin on skin.
Straddling him, your clit rubbing up against his bare erection that laid flat against his hips. You ground your hips in hopes of the tension being released, whining in anticipation.
You lifted yourself up, your fingers gently wrapping around his shaft, before positioning it at the gates of your thresh hold, before slowly sinking down on it.
Both of you moaned at the tight fit, his shaft somehow feeling larger than it looked, feeling every ridge and vein as it slipped deeper and deeper inside of you.
Your lungs were gasping for air like you were drowning, Chris' hands flying on your hips as he did his best to keep you balanced. Finally, after what felt like forever, you were completely sat on him, feeling so full that it pained you, waiting until you were comfortable enough to move.
The wait was anything but boring, Chris looking at you on top of him like you were the only girl he could ever love. You were stunning, already taking him so well and he hadn't even started thrusting yet. He couldn't lie about the number of times he thought about this, or at least something like it, late at night when he was sure nobody was around.
He was just thrilled that at long last, his dreams were coming true.
"C-Can I move?" you muttered out, your hands resting on his chest.
"Go on, princess. Make me proud," his words were a low grumble that sparked something inside you, a small smile cracking across your face before you finally lifted your hips and began to move.
You both groaned at the sensation in the most sensitive parts of your bodies, feeling the warmth of each other's touch as you felt yourself bounce up and down on his cock, your movements getting more frantic and hungry.
"Fuck, my needy girl, you feel so good, such a good fucking girl," words of praise spilled from his mouth as he felt your tight cunt drag across his member, his chest feeling hot -- boiling --, a tight knot forming in his groin.
You felt the same feeling, chasing after the euphoric snap of release, getting so close you were almost tasting it as you rode him faster, your mind melted into putty. So this was what it was like to be cockdrunk, you would think.
"Come on, princess, I can feel you getting tighter," he urged, taking his thumb and rubbing tight, quick circles on your puffy clit, "Cum for me baby," he pushed, and you could only nod.
He bent his legs at the knee before positioning himself, hastily starting to fuck himself up into you, chasing his own release.
"You want it?" he asked.
"Yes, Yes, please, I want it, I want you to fill me up," you begged, feeling yourself slip into a pleasured headspace.
You felt yourself let go into orgasm, closing your eyes as all your muscles tensed up, your body shaking as you almost blackout. You felt warmth bloom inside you. Your body fell limp against his, both of you panting, trying to catch your breath like you just ran a mile.
Chris lifted you off of him, placing you softly to the side before wrapping his arms around you, basking in the aftermath.
You gently kissed his chest, before letting your eyes closed, slipping into a gentle sleep.
Chris knew that there would be consequences, but right now, he knew that this is where he wanted to be. Even if he knew you wouldn't stay forever.
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Yes, I know it wasn't the best, I might come back and edit it at a later time, sorry for any typos or grammar issues.
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egons-twinkie · 3 months ago
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prologue & chapter one!
PROLOGUE
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 "Guys, get a load of this!"
The entire car rocked with the force of Ray Stantz jumping into the driver's seat, so full of enthusiasm that he had quite literally hopped in.
  "Easy, killer," Winston Zeddemore quipped from beside him in shotgun, clutching at the door's handle grip, "she's sensitive you know."
Ray waved a hand, too occupied with what was in the other to concern with anything much else.
  "Look what they gave us as a little thank you gift," Stantz beamed, holding it up for the others to see.
Egon Spengler and Peter Venkman in the backseat leaned closer to peer at the curious item; anything an actually haunted occult shop could offer as an appreciative token was bound to be intriguing. 
It was a small, polished albino turtle shell, just slightly bigger than Ray's hand, etched with hundreds of tiny symbols in neat concentric lines.
  "Those symbols look familiar," Egon muttered; Ray handed the shell to his cohort, letting the brainiac study it closely.
  "Looks like chicken scratch," Peter commented loosely from the back, "I would know. I minored in poor penmanship."
Egon gave him a pointed look, silent as stone.
  "Winston, you've got the ancient linguistics degree. Any ideas?" Ray chipped in, staying focused.
Winston took the shell delicately in his large hands and turned it over with curiosity. He stroked the carved underside of the shell, squinting slightly to examine every detail.
  "Looks like ancient Mesopotamian, maybe Sumerian even. I can't make out much," he replied a few moments later, absently.
  "What's it say?" Ray inquired eagerly.
Winston turned it over again, starting at what looked like a beginning at the head of the shell, and slowly began to recite the text in its original language. It was rhythmic, almost hypnotic, low and steady. It was Egon who noticed the fault lines of the shell begin to emit a low magenta glow. It was eerie.
  "Winston, I think maybe you shouldn't finish that," he wanted to say, but when he went to speak, he found his mouth dry as ashes.
He looked at Ray, but Ray was transfixed deeply on the artifact in Winston's hands, getting brighter as he continued very robotically, unable to cease; Peter's mouth hung open slightly as he too stared unblinkingly at the object.
Egon breathed in; suddenly Winston ceased and the air in his lungs turned to ice. They all got that same sensation at once; a synchronous gasp in, a blinding flash, and suddenly all at once, the quartet blacked out.
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CHAPTER ONE
  Oh shit, oh shit–
Lightning flashed and the booming thunder followed suit as you made your way, speeding, down the road toward home. Another terrible, boring day, one of many consecutive terrible, boring days at work. Home wasn’t much better; every day you would arrive home to no one but your darling black cat, Egon, provide him with a tin of Friskies, make something small for yourself to eat, watch a movie or read a book or browse the internet endlessly, and go to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat.
You felt your eyes fighting to stay open. You clicked on the radio to try and keep yourself awake. It crackled back at you with static: an unusual occurrence even on this back road. It really didn’t look good outside at all though…black skies that menaced and thundered and boomed; it was only 4:30 in the afternoon and it looked like the middle of the night. The wind that blew was vicious in itself; traffic signs and lights rattled and shook like leaves despite their weight and foundations. Trees shook and waved like nothing. You felt your Jeep creak and adjusted the wheel to account for the terrible gust. ‘People Are Strange’ by The Doors crackled through over the speaker at moments, barely audible over the angry static and warbling of the radio. Only a few more miles and you'd be home safe. You zipped down the road, as careful as a lead foot like yours could be, anxious to get out of this awful weather. 
An absolutely bone-shaking roll of thunder cracked across the valley you drove through, waking you right up. Everything in you tensed; it was also due to the alarm caused by the car radio sparking and crackling like it itself had been the conduit for that mighty blast. The music warbled out; an eerie distortion came from the speakers now, so you clicked it off, heart racing. Wild. You stared for a moment too long, and when you looked up, you didn’t have time to stop. The car, a white vintage 1930s model Hearse-looking deal with a bunch of extra accessories, sirens, decals, a gunner seat up top…oh shit. You know that car. Your foot slammed on the brake and you swerved, braced for the impact that seemed inevitable.
–you felt nothing. 
Your eyes, which until then you hadn’t realized were screwed shut, opened slightly, cautiously, only to see the empty road before you. Shocked, you stared into the rearview mirror; there was nothing. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. 
Holy hell, I need some rest.
You found yourself laughing out loud to nothing and no one save for the assembly of coffee cups in your never-occupied passenger seat as you steadied your course. Something about hallucinating yourself into a near-death experience does that to a person. It was that or tears, and you didn't feel like crying at that moment. Your heart was still racing when you pulled into the tiny asphalt driveway of your home, a single-wide mobile home, faced in white and terra cotta red siding, edged nicely with plants you placed there yourself over your time here. Little trinkets lined the front of the unit, wind chimes, pinwheels, little flags and garden creature knick knacks, you name it, you probably had it. Gardening like an old lady was a weakness of yours. It wasn’t like you didn’t have the free time. You sighed and braced yourself for the ten long strides it would take to get you from your vehicle through the front door. Maybe if you sat for a moment, the rain would let up…so you sat for a good several minutes, rubbing hard at your eyes, realizing you had indeed been involuntarily crying, if only by the wetness on your cheeks. You guess you were more shaken up than you thought. Without noticing, you laughed out loud again. The rain only came down harder. Another nutty giggle. You didn’t give yourself time to dawdle and simply yanked the door open, jumping into the torrential downpour assaulting your place of existence. You cursed out loud and ran, making ten long strides in five bounding leaps. Your hand already tightly gripped your house key and expertly found its partner lock, making short work of throwing the door open and stepping inside, already soaked to the skin. Dripping. Immediately, a large, fuzzy black blur found your soaked legs, knitting itself through and up your leg with a long stretch, resting its paws on your thigh. Orange eyes stared owlishly at you against an abyssal surface, especially there in the darkened living room.
Egon didn’t squirm when you lifted all 15 pounds of him into your tired arms, carefully and securely holding him tightly. He did meow quite loudly though, once he realized you'd more or less drowned out there in the outside world. It was then that he leapt instantly from your embrace, landing gracefully on the end table by the front door; he gave a mighty shake to rid himself of your offensive humidity. You shut and locked the door behind you.
  “Hey, Egie, handsome baby,” you cooed, forgetting everything else for those precious few moments with your cat.
He was your familiar, you liked to joke. A beautiful and very large, sleek black cat with a tail that was fluffier than the rest of his body, with the most beautiful pumpkin orange eyes you had ever seen. It was the hair that inspired the name though: it harkened to your most favorite mad scientist in fiction, one Dr. Egon Spengler from one of your favorite films of all time, Ghostbusters—simply because there was so much of it. Even your boy’s whiskers seemed to be a foot long each, and pure white, stark against his void-black coat. One singular bright white patch shone on his chest fur, shaped vaguely like an inverted triangle, only about an inch across. It makes him look very distinguished, you think. You’ve had him for five years, and he’s been your rock through all your hardest times since then.
  “You know I love you,” you sighed, turning to the feline now gracefully perched like a gargoyle on the wooden surface, “but you have to wait. I have to get out of this.”
  “I’m losin’ it, my boy,” you softly informed him. “You’re gonna have to pick up a few shifts for me at work okay? Just wear a hairnet and no one will know the difference. No eye contact.”
He chirped at you softly in response, rubbing against your outstretched hand. You gave him a good scritching behind the ears and wandered into the bedroom, through the dark, knowing your path like you were rutted into it. You honestly kind of are, but you try not to think about that, you see.
It took you a minute to fight your clothes off of your soaked body. Everything was cold and sopping wet and clinging to your equally cold, goosebumped skin, which only seemed to get worse once you'd stripped down. You tossed your soaked t-shirt, work apron and jeans over into the corner of the room you kept the laundry basket in, and tried to rub some heat into your arms and chest, careful with the more painfully sensitive areas; your whole body shuddered. A warmth circled your ankles and another dulcet meow broke the pseudo-silence; it was only considered silence if you didn’t include the heavy drum of rain on tin and thunder. To you, it was a recipe for a sleep so deep it could probably be classified as a comatose state. You yawned and stretched, feeling a fresh wave of goosebumps come over you, but this time you froze with them; the lightning briefly illuminated your room and you could swear, just swear that you saw a pair of wide leering eyes focused on you keenly. You scrambled to the lamp on your nightstand and turned it on, but no one was in the room with you, save for your Egie.
Egon licked his chops and blinked at you, flicking his tail, and obviously didn’t respond. If nothing else, despite the visual hallucinations you seem to have developed suddenly, at least the cat didn’t talk to you.
Despite that small semblance of relief, you still felt shaken. It wasn’t a near-death experience per se, but when you see yourself clearly on the verge of a mental break, it kind of makes you take a step back and consider things. You stepped into the adjacent bathroom and opened the shower, turning it on hot. You turned the light on and jumped at your own reflection in the mirror; it was so bizarre, you swore for a second you saw a man. A tall one, with glasses, staring grimly at you. Once you rubbed your eyes again and blinked the stars away, you were relieved to find your own form staring back at you. Soft feathered hair, tired skin, heavy eyebags, smudged eyeliner from three days ago. You'd been so depressed and overworked recently that you hadn’t bothered to take care of yourself in the slightest. Now was the time.
You put a playlist on over your waterproof speaker and got to work, brushing out your hair. As quickly as it became hot, you clambered into the running shower.
  “Ma’am?”
Every tense muscle began to melt and relax under the heat and water pressure. You breathed in the steam and groaned softly, just taking a minute to process the physical sensation of the water streaming down your skin. After a moment you began your cleansing ritual, using your favorite shampoo, singing into your loofah on a stick, the whole nine yards. Something even possessed you to shave your legs. You don’t for sure know what. Sometimes you just liked to be soft and rub your freshly smooth legs together like a cricket under clean sheets. 
Before you judge me, try it for yourself.
It was an easy 30 minutes before you emerged from the chamber of steam, fresh and clean. It seemed to be a strange coincidence considering earlier events when the Ghostbusters theme had come on your shuffled playlist; you tried not to pay too much mind to the odd timing of things and dried yourself off with a soft green towel. You stepped back into the bedroom and, humming along with the theme song on the speaker, continued your ritual. Toner, eye cream, moisturizer, hand lotion, brush out your hair, apply lip balm.
It was a comfortable thing, routine.
You stretched out on your unmade bed, sprawling across the black sheets, feeling much better now.
Your eyes closed. It felt like a long-awaited reunion between lovers as top eyelid met bottom and you once again made a point to simply enjoy the moment. A long, slow breath in, a longer, slower exhale. It was pure bliss.
  “WHAT THE FUCK?”
Holy shit. 
Your own voice tore from your throat in a deep scream as you scrambled up, clawing the nearby knotted-up sheet and wrapping it around your bare form.
You fell out of bed but jumped instantly to your feet with a bit of effort, holding the sheet, peering around. Was it auditory now??? Oh god! What in the hell brought this on?!
In your doorway stood Egon, looming upon the threshold with his delicate paws and ears en pointe. He meowed at you again, in the exact same tone as the strange voice you thought you had heard.
  “Can you hear me? Hello? Miss??”
You collapsed back onto the bed, ruined by shot nerves again.
After a few moments to collect yourself you stood slowly and rubbed your face to try and rid yourself of the deer-in-headlights expression you maintained, and got into the basket full of clean laundry set to the side of the foot of the bed. You tugged out a loose gray Woodstock festival t-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, slipping into just those articles, feeling very exposed until the warmth and clean scent of the fabrics engulfed your senses.
You reconnected your playlist to the speaker in the living room and wandered out into the dark chamber, shutting the lights off behind you. You paused in the kitchen, waylaid by the now-irritated miniature panther that less-than-silently insisted you give him the Friskies he so fervently desired, and succumbed to his demands. Once he was happily snacking on the pile of tuna on a small raised dish, you were able to pass his realm unharmed. You got on all fours in front of your sofa and pulled a small metal box from underneath it. The earthy, skunky smell danced around your olfactory senses before you even opened the lid of the box. From amongst the miscellany inside, you extracted a neatly rolled paper joint and a violet Bic lighter. Settling down on the couch then, you opened the window behind you and sparked up. Superstition by Stevie Wonder began to play softly over the speaker as you inhaled that first smooth toke, letting the heat of it settle in your lungs before exhaling slowly, watching the smoke slowly trail out from your nose and mouth. You closed your eyes again in bliss.
  “Shit,” you grunted, shaking your head and rubbing your tired eyes hard.
You jumped out of your skin for what had to be the millionth time that day. But you didn’t drop the joint.
This time, fully expecting it to be some auditory glitch with the speaker or you just going nuts again, this time you now also stared into an all too familiar face.
  “Please, if you can hear me, give me a sign,” the vision spoke softly and patiently, gloved hands raised in a gesture of peace.
You blinked the stars away again, but this time, the mirage stayed. You looked at the joint in your hand and extinguished it in a glass ashtray adjacent to where you sat, looking at it like an evil thing; you pocketed it though. For later. Back to the hallucinations.
There were four of them specifically. Four very realistic visions; the one staring you dead in the eyes from a distance of maybe a foot away from your face looked rather concerned, though confused, himself.
Short but voluminous and unruly dark hair on a high forehead with rounded cheeks and kind eyes: I'd never noticed before, but one was brown and the other was blue. Cute, slightly upturned nose, soft pouty-looking lips upturned in a nonthreatening smile. Thick eyebrows arched in concern, creasing his forehead; one of the few signs of aging on him yet.
  “Dan fuckin’ Aykroyd is in my living room,” you breathed, stunned by your own words.
The concern turned immediately to confusion.
  “I think she’s confused, Spengs,” the hallucination spoke to the taller one hovering behind him.
Your heart caught in your chest when your eyes met his. This vision, so akin to Harold Ramis circa the 1980s it was terrifying, pulled a calculator from a pocket and began tapping rapidly at it; the third mirage slapped it out of his hands a la Bill Murray in-film, bearing as striking a resemblance to Mr. Murray as he acted like him. You jumped when a small black calculator actually slid across the rug and came to an abrupt stop at your foot. But suddenly, the rug under your feet wasn’t there: instead you found yourself standing on concrete. Everything around you had changed, and you didn’t even notice.
You weren't in your living room at all.
You shot up like a rocket to your feet. The four men jumped back suddenly, startled.
  “You’re not real. This isn’t happening,” you told them, much more calm than you felt.
They all exchanged glances of disbelief and skepticism as if you were the crazy one. To be fair, it seemed absolutely and inarguably 100% true.
  “If I’m real, you can touch my hand,” the Aykroyd vision said, simply enough but gravely serious, holding up his right hand; he even removed the thick black rubber glove, exposing a large, somewhat sweaty hand.
Real. 
You swallowed hard.
Your hand crept forth and before you could convince yourself not to give in, you felt warmth and pressure against your palm, and your heart dropped into your guts. 
Before you could think of something devastatingly witty to tell the hallucination, your knees buckled, and for a moment you lost control of yourself. Ray caught you.
  “I know this is a hard situation to cope with, trust me, we’re all as confused as you are, but please, stay with me. I’m Dr. Raymond Stantz, I’m a Ghostbuster, and we can help you.”
You laughed out loud. You couldn’t help it—it just burst forth from you like something hideous hatching from the guts of a corpse. The four looked mildly offended at this, but when they realized it seemed to be out of sheer hysterics, the young Bill Murray lookalike stepped forward, nearly bowling the Aykroyd doppelganger out of the way to stoop down in front of you once he’d set you down on the chair you'd presumably occupied before.
  “Hey now,” he soothed, “hey, shh. Deep breaths.”
He continued to shush and grabbed your hand, squeezing tightly. It was a grounding tactic. He kneaded at your hand somewhat, as if trying to bring circulation there, maybe just trying to keep you focused on the present, or verify for himself that you were real. Funny.
  “Look at me, look into my eyes. Hi. Dr. Peter Venkman. How are you feeling?”
That charming grin was the last thing you remembered before you blinked out of consciousness.
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  “No, no, she’s sweating, don’t put the blanket on her–”
  “Make sure to keep an eye on her pulse, she’s breathing hard–”
You shot up off the couch, eyes snapping open, bloodshot. You immediately went blind, brief as it may have been, and down you went again; the room spun, in and out of focus.
  “Easy, killer,” a large hand found your shoulder as its owner’s deep voice spoke softly, “give yourself a minute.”
So you did. Slowly you let yourself come-to, and when your vision focused and you could form rational thought and intake information, you saw the same four men in the surrounding room, with brick and wood paneling, a dining table, the sofa you had previously laid upon; it all looked too familiar, but so foreign to you…'Egon' and ‘Winston’ were the ones hovering over you, checking your vitals, making sure you were alright. You found ‘Winston’s’ eyes first. It was fucking uncanny, the resemblance.
  “How are you feeling?” The alleged Egon Spengler inquired from beside him; your eyes flicked to his but you found it hard to keep his gaze.
You paused and considered his question carefully. It was hard to consider much of anything, considering your head was throbbing like it was being used as a subwoofer.
  “I’m feeling okay. I’m just…really confused, and I’m still not sure if I’ve lost my shit,” you replied, fairly calm considering the circumstance now.
It was like a bad trip: panicking would only make things worse. It seemed best to just roll with it for the time being.
  “I know the feeling,” Peter Venkman quipped from the kitchenette nearby, brewing coffee.
He and Ray returned to investigate further as you slowly sat back down on the couch someone had carefully placed you on. There had indeed been a blanket over your legs. You were, though, also sweating, as mentioned prior. You rubbed your eyes and dragged your hand down your face.
  “So what’s the deal?” you asked, looking at them now for answers, “this some kind of stunt? You guys look phenomenal, almost totally real…but…you…”
You couldn’t help but stare wistfully at Egon. He didn’t seem to understand what you were getting at or why you looked so sad, and adjusted his glasses awkwardly.
  “Let’s go over this together, and slowly,” Winston redirected your attention to him, looking as exasperated as you felt.
In his hand he held what appeared to be an ancient shell of some kind. It looked at first like it was covered in chipped paint, but when you looked closer, it seemed to be symbolic markings raised with centuries of age. You had just bought something very similar at the flea market recently, actually…
  “My name is Winston Zeddemore. These are my coworkers, Drs. Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler and Peter Venkman. We’re Ghostbusters. We had just finished a job when Ray here brought this into the company car, and I started to translate these markings on it, and that’s when things got fuzzy. We came-to back here at our headquarters like nothin’ happened. We were just trying to figure out some answers for the last…well, however long it was we blacked out for, when the damn thing started floating and you started phasing into existence like somethin’ out of a sci-fi flick. Kinda in and out, like bad radio signal. Ray started trying to ask questions as fast as Egon could start scanning you. At first I thought I was losing my shit until you started talking back. Who’s Dan Aykroyd?”
  “I’m sorry if I went too fast too soon, I think we're all equally lost on this at least. Let’s start easier. May I ask your name?” Winston urged, bringing you back to the situation at hand.
You balked at him. Nothing came to mind. Your mouth hung slightly agape in search of words to offer in response, but nothing came forth.
There was no possible way this could have really been happening. You think you might have really been in a car wreck induced coma. Maybe even dead. What a dream though… hell, you may as well roll with it. If it’s the last thing your consciousness will experience, you may as well make it worth every moment.
You stared stupidly at him. You forgot your own name for a few moments.
  “Y/N,” you answered finally, hesitating, "Y/N L/N."
  “When did you get this?” Spengler inquired, having stooped down beside Winston, and gingerly reached for your neck: you noticed the new weight there and glanced down as he lifted the trinket to view.
It was an identical shell to the one in Winston’s hand, but about half the size.
  “Just the other…day…”
It was the thing you'd got at the flea market. Only, you had left it on your dresser, so how did it get there with you, on your person?
  “How did I get here? Where am I? I was just on my couch, I–”
Despite all the logic in the world and twice the skepticism, something gnawed at your gut, something telling you that there was more to this than just you going insane. This was too weird, even for a total mental break. They looked and sounded too real. They even smelled real. The air did smell entirely different than it had before you blacked out, now that you were paying attention. Something was just…off. Completely off.
Spengler produced a device, which you immediately recognized as a PKE meter, and you watched as he waved it over the shell; the arms on the device rose to their maximum spread and the LEDs on them flashed and blinked aggressively. He put the device away and turned back, straightening to his full height. They all towered over you, frankly. You feel very small for multiple reasons indeed, especially there on the couch. Winston sat beside you as you buried your face in your hands.
 You sputtered yourself into silence, mind racing faster than your mouth could keep up with. Your single brain cell had come back to you, and it was busting overtime.
  “I suspect it has to do with this artifact,” Spengler replied, “these exactly identical shells are inscribed with the same cuneiform writing. Can you tell us about yourself? What do you remember? Where are you from?”
  “I’m, uh…from the future.” you told them. “...Kind of.”
He had a stethoscope and a pair of sticky telemetry pads now and returned to inspect you further; the pads were stuck to your temples, and you can’t say you weren't extremely tense under his touch. His hands were icy cold, but gentle.
You hesitated to tell them, but after a few long moments of consideration, you exhaled and steadied yourself.
Egon kept a close eye on the now-running monitor, watching the readings; they didn’t shift.
  “Specifically, from the year 2022.”
Ray gasped. Peter slumped slightly in disbelief. Winston dug for his cigarettes and lit one rather briskly.
  “What did you mean, ‘kind of’?” Egon inquired, focused.
  “Well, I am. But there's more: I also come from a place where you guys don’t exist,” you replied meekly.
  “Like another state? We could branch out one day. I’m sure there’s spooks to catch all over the country,” Ray babbled excitedly.
  “No, like…you four.  And ghosts, generally speaking... Dana Barrett, Louis Tully, Walter Peck–” they all tightened at the mention of the last name; “–Janine Melnitz, you’re all not real...”
They’d blanched at your seemingly impossible precognition. If it had just been them you'd named, it’d have been no big surprise–they were nationally famous, of course–but the others…
  “How do you know us like that then?” Peter furrowed his brow.
  “You may want to sit down for this…” you informed them; so they did.
What felt like an eternity went by. You told them about yourself, your universe, and about them, awkwardly skipping over the personal history of obsessive fixation you'd harbored for them for years. They seemed to take it fairly well, all things considered, but you supposed that came with the nature of the job.
Oh god, listen to me, I’m starting to think like it’s all real. 
  “...So now here I am in New York, presumably sometime in the late 1980s or early 1990s, I guess. And I don’t know how to get home, if there’s even a way to…”
You were just waiting to wake up at this point. But you kept on, and they kept listening, Egon and Ray taking notes. Peter just seemed transfixed on your lips’ movement. Winston seemed most focused on watching you for signs of distress or fatigue, his dark brown eyes flickering occasionally toward Venkman with slight suspicion.
By the time you talked yourself out, you could tell Ray was about to explode with excitement over all the astounding information. You knew he meant nothing by it, so the fact he was grinning didn’t bother you. You found it endearing, in fact.
That only really hit you as you said it. But boy, when the realization struck, it hit like an eighteen wheeler t-boning a gas tanker. Everything stopped for a moment. Heart, lungs, brain. All froze, tense as piano wire, and you found yourself full of anxiety again.
  “Wow, this is incredible!” Ray beamed, “a real, pinpointed interdimensional space-time crossrip! Right in our living room!!”
It did sound pretty cool when he put it that way, but you had only one thought.
  “Oh, fuck, Egon,” you gasped suddenly; everyone’s attention snapped to you, and you felt your cheeks go red, realizing they had no context; “I, uh…have a cat back home. Named Egon. Respectfully.”
Egon, the real one (it’s blowing your mind to have to differentiate), didn’t verbally respond, but looked away bashfully with a slight smile.
  “I just realized no one will know I’m gone…I hope he’ll be alright…” you sniffled a little, thinking about your poor boy all alone.
Ray’s expression turned from delight to something like pity, and you immediately felt your stomach flip. Whether it was concern for your Egon at home, or embarrassment, you couldn’t tell for sure. Either way you hated it.
  “Do you have anything to drink? Something strong?” you asked.
Unsurprisingly, Peter was the first to produce a small leather-bound flask from a pocket on his person. You accepted and took a swig. Ironically you found these moments very sobering: the burn of the whiskey was very real, and the warmth in your throat and gut that came from it provided very little comfort. Some, but not enough. You handed the flask back to Venkman anyway, not trying to overstay your shell-shocked welcome.
  “Thanks, Peter.”
  “Any time, kitten.”
Truthfully, you didn’t mind the familiarity with which he spoke; it didn’t feel predatory, just charismatic. You coughed a bit at the lingering burn in your throat, but you couldn’t help noticing the way your heart fluttered slightly. You are a simple person at the base of things, and this group of men here in their prime (and beyond, but especially now) was very, very attractive. You wouldn’t go so far as to say you were attention starved either, but it had certainly been a while since someone looked at you like Peter was looking at you right now.
  “You’re making her uncomfortable, Pete,” Ray glowered at his colleague, who only gave a wink in your direction in reply; he took a sip from the flask himself before tucking it back in his pocket.
You squirmed in your seat somewhat but said nothing for a moment.
  “So what do you think, Egon?”
You and Ray looked at each other with mild surprise after speaking in unison.
  “Look at you, like the twins from The Shining,” Peter grinned mischievously.
Ray blushed and looked away, focusing on Egon quite seriously then. You turned to the taller man as well, only to feel your own face heat up when you discovered him already gazing very intently at you, mere inches away from your face, with a small flashlight. He shined it directly into your eyes and briefly you forgot all else, animal instinct taking over, and you pawed it out of his hand. It clattered to the ground.
  “Sorry,” you quickly apologized.
He only quirked an eyebrow up at you and bent over to retrieve the little device.
  “Anything come to mind in terms of research?” He asked.
  “Don’t worry, I can tell you’re highly stressed,” he responded before clicking the flashlight off, and turning to speak to you on a general scale:
  “It’s hard to tell. Ray, your theory sounded the most likely. Some sort of rift with a parallel universe through time and space. Maybe a wormhole if not instantaneous particle re-dispersal. It’s not unthinkable—in fact, after what we’ve dealt with in the past, particularly in the sense of Gozer the Traveler…well, it’s as likely as anything else.” He turned to Ray again, who nodded eagerly, soaking up Spengler’s dissertation like a sponge.
  “One or two. Nothing quite like this though in any of the regular literature.”
You cleared your throat.
 “It seemed like our universes were intersecting for a bit. I’d guess it’s just as likely you could have ended up in my world, given the fact I swore I almost crashed into you guys on the road home an hour before, uh…everything, I guess.” you cut in; the men balked at you for a moment, but after a brief moment of shock at your sense, began to consider.
  “That’d be interesting. I’d like to learn more about the future. We should go to dinner and discuss it, you and I,” Venkman cut in.
You laughed despite yourself as he took your hand in his; it was warm, and a nice grounding to the reality of things ever still. Ray’s lips pursed slightly.
  “Dana was right, you know. You do give off game show host vibes,” you chuckled.
Peter’s sly grin immediately vanished. Most of the color in his face did as well. He even let go of your hand. Ray, still intently staring between Peter and you, furrowed his brow.
  “What, Pete?”
  “There’s no way you could know that.”
You faltered.
  Peter stood to his full height, startled but ever intrigued. You hadn’t really noticed how tall he was in the movies, but with him standing before you now, he towered over you.
  “No need for electric shocks here,” you quipped.
You already dug yourself in. Might as well finish the burial, right?
“I know that's your sort of thing."
  “What a shame,” he fired right back, raising his eyebrows; his eyes glimmered with something beyond mirth, “I bet it’d be a good time.”
You rolled your eyes. The others didn’t seem to follow what was happening. You shook your head to clear your thoughts of Bill Murray playing professor in the basement of Columbia University.
  “I’d like to run some more tests, if you don’t object,” Spengler caught your attention now, offering an elbow to aid you in standing; you gingerly accepted and noted how he clutched the end of his sleeve. Once you were on your feet, you tugged at the hem of the bottom of your shirt and tried not to mind how much you had to crane your neck to look up at the guys. You took a step forward and stumbled slightly; you felt a lot lighter than you had before. Literally–there seemed to be a slight bounce to your step, like gravity had shifted. You were not graceful in your movements, and Winston jumped up to catch you before you could actually properly fall.
  “I think you need to rest some more,” he commented with a hint of concern, “what are you feeling right now?”
  “At this moment?”
  “Yeah, right now.”
You looked into his earth-colored eyes and they searched yours just as deeply. You swallowed hard, willing your cheeks not to burn, though they still did.
  “I plead the fifth, your honor.”
The others snortled. Winston couldn’t help but smirk. You blushed deeper despite your best efforts and looked away. Even Egon was grinning. You had never noticed before how he bit his lower lip when he grinned. This place, whatever was happening, was gonna be the death of you, you swear it.
Suddenly, the air was pierced by a deafening alarm–the alarm–and they sprang into action instantly. Winston seemed reluctant to leave you behind, but Ray dragged him along, forcing him to release you as they went; you were just glad you were still upright without support.
  “Venkman, looks like you get your dinner after all. We’ll handle this. You stay and learn what you can, and keep an eye on her vitals and state of psyche,” Ray directed, making his way toward the poles as he spoke.
Peter beamed like he’d just won the lottery and jumped up, delighted. You blinked up at him; the others were gone now, and there was a span of about thirty seconds between the cacophonous ringing of the alarm’s beginning and its end, briefly overlapping with the unearthly discordant wail of the Ecto-1, before all was deadly silent. You didn’t notice how hard you'd been breathing until then.
  “I still feel like I’m tripping,” you moaned, rubbing at your temples.
  “I’ve been told I have that effect on beautiful women,” Peter replied slyly.
You looked at him blankly for a moment. He faltered, but bounced back, offering his hand to you in a display of chivalry. You accepted, not reluctant, and he led you downstairs. You tried so hard not to stare at him, but he was so close. He kept his eyes forward.
  “Are you hungry, though? Really?” He asked suddenly, looking over at you; he blinked a couple times and raised his eyebrows, surprised to find you already looking. 
Damn–caught.
You hadn’t considered it at all until he said something, but when he did it was game over; your stomach suddenly felt as shrunken as a raisin. You gripped at your torso and frowned.
  “Now that you mention it, kinda…”
  “How about Thai?”
  “I-it’s a little too spicy for me.”
A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
  “You and Ray both. Mexican?”
  “How about Italian?” you rebutted; the tension you felt began to ease slightly.
He nodded with approval.
  “We can get a cab. Oh, that brings to mind–if you have any cash on you, I’d hang onto it. Might get flagged if it was minted twenty years from now.”
  “Damn, true,” you grunted, digging into your pockets; the only things you had on you were your lighter, that barely-smoked joint, and your phone. Your phone. Oh shit, your phone! You clawed at it, desperate to see if it would function.
Life! But alas, no service. Of course not. But you didn’t have much time to mourn that before Peter spoke.
  “What is that?” he asked, curiosity riddling him.
  “It’s called a smartphone,” you replied; he stared owlishly at you and then the phone and then you again, silently urging you forth so you continued. “It can make calls, send and receive instant messages and emails, take and send pictures, play music, record audio and video, and surf the internet, among many other things.”
You let him hold it. He did, like it was a fragile thing that would disappear if he touched it too eagerly. He held it inches from his face and turned it over multiple times, inspecting every angle. He pressed the power button.
  “Use your fingertip to swipe across the screen,” you demonstrated for him, and his brows furrowed in enchantment as the image dissolved from lock screen to home screen; your background picture was of your Egon back home. You missed him.
  “That your famous Dr. Spengler in the fur?” He asked.
You nodded, smiling weakly, wishing you could hold your boy again.
  “What are these little circles?” you were grateful for him continuing, breaking through your thoughts.
  “They’re icons for applications installed onto the phone. Games, tools, other odds and ends. It’s just a shame I can’t connect it to the internet, but…I don’t think I’ll be able to for a few decades at least.”
Peter reluctantly handed your phone back when he saw how that particular realization sat with you: not well, I assure you.
  “Come on,” Venkman urged, nudging you slightly.
Once outside, you managed to hail a cab fairly quickly. You felt so out of place. You were out of place, to be fair. Very much so. But even just being in the backseat of the cab with Peter, you felt wrong.
  “How you holding up?” He asked after a few moments of silence.
You frowned and continued to stare out the window at the city passing by. It wasn’t raining here, but it was dark now, though that didn’t matter much given the illumination of the streets and buildings.
  “C’mon, you can talk to me. Is it me? Do I come on too strong?” Peter pouted.
You shook your head.
  “I just…I’m still trying to wrap my head around this. It all happened by sheer coincidence and I…what are the odds? I’m sitting here talking to a man I thought wasn’t real, thirtyish years in the past in another universe. I don’t know anyone or have anything here. I don’t even have a place to stay.”
You were trying so hard not to cry. Peter looked at you, but now it was with a sort of understanding; it was surprising, but there was no pity, just empathy.
  “I promise we’ll get this figured out,” he told you after a few moments, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, “me and the guys, and you can stay with us until then. We’ll make space for you. Ray can sleep on the couch. Or maybe you can have Egon’s bed–he doesn’t use it much anyway. But, Y/N, I promise: we’ll get you home. Guaranteed or your money back.”
You laughed despite the tears threatening to spill over, and wiped at your eyes with your knuckles. Peter’s smile was something different now: genuine.
  “There it is. You really do have a beautiful smile, if you don’t mind my saying so,” he informed you.
You finally looked at him then; his hooded, deep-set ocean eyes were trained on you, taking in every detail before him. You felt a slight regret that you hadn’t dressed properly. Janine, who was the same height as you, roughly, and therefore very nearly the same foot size, had an extra pair of flats in her desk, which Peter had purloined upon notice of your previously bare feet; he figured she wouldn’t miss them, seeing as she was off that evening, for once. You felt quite excited to meet her when you could.
  The rest of the cab ride was spent in small talk, about life and music and little things, and you ended up at a quaint little Italian hole-in-the-wall type place. The walls were either brick faced or painted a deep red, the lighting was all warm but dim between low-hanging green shaded lamps and candles on the tables, and the walls were decorated with fake greenery and different pieces of art with a vaguely Italiano theme.
  “Table for…two?”
You couldn’t help but notice the way the hostess looked you up and down; Peter noticed it too. He put a hand on the small of your back.
  “Please,” he responded with an air of authority and a stiff upper lip.
She raised her eyebrows briefly before gathering two menus and sets of silverware.
  “Smoking or no?”
  “Surprise us."
Peter let you go behind the hostess and in front of him, never taking that hand off you. You didn’t mind it, per se, but you did wonder why he was persistent with it. Was it to make you feel better about being underdressed for a nice place like this? You felt like a fool, now, sure, but you were in it for the promised ‘best garlic bread in the city’ and little else.
The hostess sat you in a corner booth in the designated smoking area. Soft piano music played over the speakers. It was a very nice place, truly. There was even a water feature nearby.
  “Sorry I’m not dressed for the occasion,” you finally said, addressing it for your own sake.
Peter waved a hand dismissively.
  “Hey, Woodstock was great. You should have been there.”
  “You were?” you gasped, looking at him with widened eyes.
  “There’s a lot to Dr. Venkman you don’t know, darling,” he smiled, “Spengs was there too. I dragged him along on the road trip. I’ve never seen someone smoke so much dope.”
You grinned at the thought of the serious Dr. Spengler stoned out of his mind. Maybe, you mused, you’d share your stash with him. It’s a wonder how he’d feel about 21st century potency increase…
  As you approached the four-story hook & ladder station, Peter began to walk with a bit of a melody in his step; he skip-jumped over to a nearby city planter, laden with chrysanthemums in varying color, and plucked a few. He sauntered back to you and presented the small flowers.
Conversation continued over the course of the meal. The garlic bread was absolutely delicious; they melted cheese on it till it was crispy. Ooh, it was sinful. The fettuccine alfredo you got for a main course was incredible too. It’s like everything was more decadent here, from the air to the food. It certainly didn’t make it harder to adjust. You found yourself taking pictures sneakily with your phone: one shot of Venkman, using spaghetti noodles to mime an impressive mustache, one of the food…just mementos. Proof for yourself, for when, or if, you ever get home.
By the time you were on your way back to the firehouse it was quite late; Peter had insisted on showing you some sights on the way, so the pair of you walked, he bought you coffee, pointed out places he and the guys had previously busted at. At one point he even insisted you wear his coat, noting you were shivering there in a t-shirt in New York in the autumn chill. You showed him how to take a picture with your device, and he had you modeling his coat for him in just a minute, snapping pictures of you like you were the hottest model on the runway. It was the best date you’d been on in a long time.
  “Well, I hope you had fun. I know I did. Maybe we can do this again…unless you’d like to come inside…?” His tone was wanton and mischievous, but no more than was his trademark.
  “I don’t normally stay the night on the first date,” you replied flippantly, looking like you were debating heavily. 
He beamed as you finally accepted the flowers from his hand.
  “I normally don’t either,” Peter said quickly, shaking his head slightly in emphasis.
You stood on the tips of your toes and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. He raised his fingers to the spot as you retreated by a few steps, and he felt at it tenderly, looking as though he’d been blessed by the holy chorus of God Herself.
  “Keep that up and you might make a dirty whore out of me yet,” he said with a tone of light warning.
You laughed, and the two of you entered the firehouse; he, of course, let you go first. It was more or less surprising that he had been a perfect gentleman.
Upon entering the garage bay, you found the Ecto-1 was back as well; that hopefully meant good news. It was quiet though.
  “Hello?” Peter hollered out, pausing to wait for a response.
Peter came back after a few moments.
He didn’t get one.
He blinked a few times and made his way further into the building. You waited by the door for the time being; you didn’t want to intrude. You looked around. It was so familiar to you, but to actually be in the firehouse…it was like a dream. Nothing about any of this didn’t feel like a dream. It’s the best dream you’ve had in decades, if it is. If not…well, we’ll figure that out as you go.
  “They’re already sleeping. Egon’s not though. Probably in the lab, that egghead,” he reported. “Speaking of sleepin’, you can have my bed tonight since the others are spoken for already. I’ll take the couch. Unless you wanna cuddle?” He shot a pouting look at you, only mostly kidding.
You smiled at him.
  “Thank you, genuinely. For everything. I’d probably still be flipping shit if it weren’t for you.”
  “Funny, most people would tell you I drive them crazy. It’s nice to have the opposite effect for a change.”
You only noticed then how close he was standing; less than an arm’s length apart from you, looking down as you gazed up. It wasn’t until Egon came through, clad in polka-dot pajamas, clutching a hoard of junk food on his way back to the lab, presumably, that you separated–he didn’t give much choice, as he’d cut directly between you.
Wow, Venkman was not the one you expected to get attached to this quickly. You suppose he has that reputation for a reason. He really can be charming, and there’s much to be said for someone who can make you laugh.
  “C’mon, I’ll show you where to go,” Peter spoke, waving to you to follow after him as he started toward the stairwell.
It was dark in the communal bedroom, the curtains were drawn closed, and Ray was snoring softly from his bed. Peter pointed out the bed in the far corner. The blankets were just neat enough to call the bed haphazardly made, which led you to wonder if he hadn’t run up here to do it just now.
  “That’s my bed,” he whispered, “you should get some rest. I’m sure Spengie will have you working like a lab rat in the morning.”
You nodded.
  “Thank you, Peter,” you whispered back.
For a brief instant, there was a palpable tension in the air. He stood close, very close, and even in the dark you could see him looking down into your eyes, seeming to be at internal war.
He ruffled your hair, then, of all the things to do. You stared up at him indignantly. He chuckled quietly.
  “Get some sleep, kitten,” he instructed, wandering away then.
You stared after him for a moment even once he was gone. Damn.
With a sigh, you wandered over to the unoccupied bed, removing Janine’s flats at its edge and nudging them just slightly under the frame. You slid under the thin topsheet and fatigue-green cover. The mattress wasn’t thick, but it wasn’t uncomfortable either, and it was well broken-in; it smelled like Peter, whom smelled like dollar store cologne and Irish Spring soap, cigarettes, and something else that you couldn’t quite identify: without anything better to describe it with, you could only explain it like the smell of electricity. Ozone? Maybe. It was unique and unlike any other smell you’d ever smelled, that was all you knew. You laid quietly on your side, peering through the darkness at the slowly rising and falling shapes of Ray and Winston’s sleeping bodies. You noted the plush stuffed Stay Puft Ray clutched to him as he dreamed. Precious. This was all so crazy, so hard to take in…
You must not have realized how tired you truly were. Once you’d gotten comfortable, you were out like a broken Christmas light.
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A/N: hope you guys like this! there’s more in the works! also if theres any points where the pov swaps from reader to first its all error, i wrote first person pov first and then switched it later ;w; if u have any title suggestions lmk!!! <3
@boneless07 <3
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lost-in-sokovia · 4 months ago
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Niki x reader fake dating!
it’s business.
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“what the fuck do you mean i ‘need a girl to seem more approachable?’” niki barked.
you rolled your eyes and huffed quietly, standing next to your publicist and a member of ferrari’s press team. yeah niki, this was your first choice on how to spend your saturday night, too.
when your manager had called you on your weekend off and explained how you needed to be flown out to italy to accompany niki lauda at some fancy awards gala for the racers, you almost pitched yourself out the window of your 15th floor hotel room. why would your manager volunteer you? there were plenty of other beautiful girls in your agency who would love to be in that sort of atmosphere with their arm linked with a famous jackass. the only benefit you were getting out of this was ferrari offered money, they were so desperate. so, with a large check in your hand, you had come to the conclusion that having the opportunity to look nice and drink champagne wouldn’t be horrible.
you’d just have to get past who your date was.
“niki, come on. it’s just one night and the press would like to see you with a nice g-“
“screw whatever the press thinks! i see no reason as to why me attending this gala alone is an issue,” niki argued bitterly. you glanced with wide eyes and eyebrows raised at your publicist, who took one deep exhale after reading your expression. it was a warm night in italy and the wind blew gently across your skin as you stood outside your hotel. you were dressed in a long, flowy red dress with gold hoop earrings and a necklace, your hair pulled back into a loose bun. niki wore a black tux, his hair as curly as usual, with shiny black dress shoes you were sure he barely used.
“niki, please. you’ll be the only one in there without a date, and the press and your fans are itching to see you start thinking about settling down with a nice girl,” ferrari’s press member begged. yep, your role for the night (as long as niki cooperated) would be “the nice girl niki lauda has decided he might settle down with.”
appealing title, right?
with a roll of his dark eyes and a few german curses, he muttered a “fine” and your publicist exhaled in relief.
“okay,” ferrari’s press member clapped happily. “so, miss (y/n), we appreciate you so much for taking time out of your weekend off to come accompany our niki.”
you forced a smile. “it’s no problem,” you replied through gritted teeth as your publicist stifled a laugh. niki reluctantly held out his arm for you to link on to as your limo pulled up to escort the two of you to the venue.
he politely opened the door for you as he surely shot one last desperate glare at the ferrari press member before slamming your door and walking around the back to climb in next to you. he sighed and you cleared your throat as niki settled in next to you, swiping the light brown curls out of his face. the limo slowly began moving and you stared straight ahead, not in the mood to initiate small talk.
“red? really?” niki inquired besides you. you looked over to meet his gaze and glanced down at your dress- ferrari red. you looked back up to meet niki’s amused expression and your eyes flattened as you frowned.
“listen, i’m not in the mood for you to get all smart about the color of my dress,” you grumbled and directed your focus out the window. niki chuckled next to you, shrugging.
“it makes sense. i’m sure this is good publicity for you as well, anyway,” niki commented. your expression turned sour as you whipped your head back around, your earrings hitting the sides of your neck.
“good publicity for me? niki, you’re the one who’s so goddamn bitter and bitchy all the time that you couldn’t get a date to this gala!” you laughed bitterly. “i’m doing you a favor, thank you very much. ferrari is quite literally paying me to deal with your ass tonight, so a couple thousand bucks for me to take a couple pictures with your arm around my waist is fine by me.”
niki’s eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes looked black in the back of the dark limo. you raised your eyebrows and made a mocking face at him before resuming your position of staring straight forward. it seemed you had left the rat speechless, and in the five minute drive that seemed like five hours you were fine with the peace and quiet.
when you arrived at the venue, you cleared your throat as you climbed out of the limo before niki could get around in an effort to maybe make him look bad. the ballroom venue was beautiful; a staircase with a velvet carpet in the front, potted plants framing the glass front doors, and you could see the beautiful chandelier and warm lights through the glass. there was paparazzi surrounding the walkway, and before you realized what was going on you felt niki’s arm wrap around your waist and his hand rest on your hip.
you took a deep inhale as you smiled, camera flashing all around you. “you don’t be difficult and i won’t be difficult, got it?” you offered through the gritted teeth of your smile. niki scoffed besides you and turned towards your ear.
“we’ll see about that, draga.”
• • •
mingling with the other drivers sucked, to put it plainly. not only that, but you and niki having to hide your impatience for each other was obnoxious and almost like a little game.
when niki would unenthusiastically introduce you (though maybe it wasn’t necessarily unenthusiastic, he always sounded like he wanted to kill himself when he was at parties anyway), after shaking the person’s hand you would ruffle niki’s hair and maybe subtly pull it a bit harshly, or maybe pretend to fix his bow tie and really tighten it too much. for niki, he would occasionally squeeze your hip a bit too tightly or would hook his thumb beneath the strap of your dress and let it slap back onto your shoulder.
was niki being absolutely difficult? yes. was this game somehow keeping you going through the night? also yes.
after having a conversation with another racer and his partner, you quickly led niki away into a secluded corner and glared at him with an open jaw.
“okay trying to rip my earring out of my ear was too far, asshole,” you scolded. niki huffed and rolled his eyes, a warm honey color in the light as compared to the black in the limo.
“okay, okay, i apologize for that one,” he muttered. you raised your eyebrows for a moment and fiddled with your ear for a moment. “are you alright?”
“yeah, if you would’ve pulled any farther though i’d be able to fit a gauge in here,” you responded bitterly. niki let out an amused scoff as he surveyed the crowd again. you gazed at niki for a moment, amusement still lighting his expression as he shook his head. when he met your gaze you sniffed and looked away awkwardly.
“come, they’re about to start the awards,” niki broke the silence. you nodded and began to follow him to a table within the crowd of other black suits and fancy dresses slowly flooding towards their tables as well.
if you were being honest, you weren’t paying that much attention to anything going on or being said. you would clap when everyone else clapped, and occasionally niki would glance at you and you would give him an absent minded smile, swirling your glass of champagne between your fingers.
your earlier exchange was still on your mind, the way niki had actually apologized for what he had done when you had said he crossed a line. it had been kind of a fun little game, no matter how many bruises or marks you were sure the both of you had at this point. niki was still an asshole, but maybe he just longed for a bit of attention that wasn’t due to his successes in a race car.
you were pulled from your thoughts when you heard the name “niki lauda” being announced and a spotlight hitting you and niki. you blinked and looked around before finding niki, who was being ever the mr.-i’m-so-stoic-and-professional-not-much-excites-me. he stood up and nodded at the crowd, doing the thing where he raised one hand in a sort of appreciation for the celebration of his victory.
you watched him begin to move towards the stage, until a few various shouts of “take the girl!” erupted from the crowd. your heart stopped for a minute and niki’s warm eyes looked back at you, and he held his hand back to you. you looked around nervously before hesitantly getting up and placing your hand in his, the cheers getting louder from the victorious request as you followed niki on stage. the lights were bright in your eyes as you surveyed the crowd next to niki.
“uhm, i’m very appreciative to have this award, thank you very much… things like this take a lot of hard work, so it’s nice to know that i haven’t been busting my balls for nothing,” niki spoke, earning a laugh from the crowd. you giggled and he paused. his wide eyes met yours as you grinned warmly at him, and he admired you before clearing his throat and looking back out to the crowd. “and i’d like to thank my girlfriend, always telling me to keep going and encouraging me because if i don’t i think she might slash my tires,” he added.
the crowd broke out into applause once more and you didn’t realize how fast your heart was beating until niki met your heartfelt expression. his eyes twinkled in the bright spotlight, and you could tell it didn’t bother him to say what he said.
“kiss her!!”
simultaneously, you and niki whipped in the direction of the voice and a few supporters joined in. your eyes darted around as you internally panicked for a moment. you saw niki’s just as panicked expression, and decided he had been as bold as possible for the night and it was time to take matters into your own hands.
you placed your hand beneath his chin, turning his head towards you. his eyes were wide and confused, and you took no time to bring his lips towards yours and engulf him in a kiss.
he was frozen for a moment, before just barely allowing himself to relax (considering that this was way out of his comfort zone). you held him close before gently breaking the kiss, trying to hold back a laugh as niki simply nodded awkwardly. he quickly ushered you off the stage as the applause continued and pushed you all the way back to your seats.
after the ceremony was finished, you and niki didn’t stick around and quickly said your goodbyes. you weren’t leaving in the same limo, and you had decided that after the two of you walked outside you no longer needed to keep up the charade.
you were unsure how to approach niki, for he had been very quiet after your little show onstage and fiddled with the little trophy in his hands. the two of you stood outside, a few feet apart from each other as you waited in the awkward silence for your transportation to arrive. you’d occasionally peek at niki, whose gaze was downward with an awkward little frown across his lips. well, just when you thought the two of you might become friends, you kissed him and had to ruin it.
your limo pulled up and you sighed, accepting that the night was just about as much of a bust as you thought it would be. as you opened the door to the limo, you heard niki yell “wait!”
you paused, looking up to meet eye contact.
“thanks for coming with me tonight…” niki thanked awkwardly. you blinked, taken aback.
“y-you’re welcome.”
“stay in touch, would you?” he added, a twinkle in his eyes. your jaw dropped and your eyes widened, but you quickly regained your composure and nodded.
“…bye niki,” you said quickly before climbing into the limousine and shutting the door. you sat dumbstruck as the vehicle began moving through the night, street lamps shining through the window. did niki lauda seriously just ask you to stay in touch with him?
you scoffed and began to take out your hair. a hand slowly wandered to your hip and you rubbed it gently, scouting out any bruises niki may have left. you closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the headrest as your mind rampaged through the events of the night.
a couple thousand bucks, a couple pictures, a couple bruises and marks, and possibly a new relationship.
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solarwonux · a year ago
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89.  “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you all night.”
93.  “Fuck…did we use protection?”
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twitch streamer!wonwoo x f!reader
w.c: 3.9k (honestly I think I forgot what drabbles were clearly lol)
warnings: some angst, smut, mutual masturbation, some slight panty stuffing, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, pregnancy scare, talks about plan b
note: excuse me everyone I literally love gamer and twitch streamer Wonwoo, but not everyone does. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one if you want more twitch!streamer wonwoo let me I will be happy to oblige, I have MANY ideas. Enjoy and please let me know your thoughts. 
p.s send me a prompt for either svt or bts or both. I will also happily oblige to that lol
Masterlist || Drabble game 
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Watching Wonwoo play Zelda was not what you had expected when he had texted earlier asking you to come over. “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you all night.” He whispered against your lips in a half kiss when you walked in through his front door.
That had been over an hour and three completed levels ago. It was an empty promise long forgotten as he kept himself immersed in the game, talking enthusiastically about his day and random things his brain would conjure up on the spot. It was like you didn’t exist, and for the most part to his viewers, you didn’t. It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend or anything. Even if you were, you valued your privacy more than anything in the world. You preferred to work on your own things in the background away from his camera whenever you were over. This was something the two of you had mutually agreed to. 
Casual hangs and casual sex.
Lately, your relationship had become the product of most of your stress. You never knew where you stood with Wonwoo. Sometimes he would literally invite you over to keep him company while he streamed only to kick you out the second he finished. “I’m too tired, you should go.” He would say pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I’ll see you later.” 
Of course, those moments were overshadowed by the soft touches he left imprinted on your skin. By the sweetness of the words he shared with you and only you whenever he wasn’t working. It made you want more. More of him, more of his attention, and more of whatever was going on between the two of you. But that was something you refused to bring up afraid that the only one harboring feelings for the other was you. 
Heartbreak was not in your plans for life, at least not for a while. 
You sighed, throwing your phone down onto the couch. Your patience was wearing thin. Maybe it had to do with the fact you were already having a bad day, and Wonwoo’s indifference towards you wasn’t helping. When you had gotten his text earlier, you couldn’t help but feel all giddy inside. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in a few days with work schedules being all over the place and not aligning. It was something to look forward to, not necessarily because of the sex--which was always amazing. But you really just wanted to talk to him. Lay down with his arms wrapped around you while you complained about work and how frustrating your coworkers were being.
By the looks of it, you weren’t going to get any of that, not even what he had promised when you had first walked in. You were tired, your clothes were starting to annoy and you wanted to cry. If it wasn’t for the fact that his front door was in line with his camera, you would’ve left already.
Wonwoo could sense something was wrong with you. Every time you sighed it felt like you were punching him in the gut. He really meant what he had said when you walked in earlier. He also meant the quiet I love you he mumbled underneath his breath when you walked past him and into the living room. He wasn’t sure when he had fallen in love with you, just that months ago he had woken up and you were the only thing he could think of. Every time he held you in his arms the three little words bubbled up in the back of his throat, wishing he could bring himself to finally say it, but his fear held him back. Afraid that you didn’t feel the same way.
“Alright, you know what I think that’s enough for tonight.” Wonwoo smiled into the camera, trying to keep up with the chat as they begged him not to go yet. “I have to go, my girlfriend is over and I want to spend time with her. Anyway, same time next week Monday guys.” Wonwoo nodded, stopping the stream. Once he was positive that he had turned everything off he felt his shoulders relax and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes for a second before opening them again, the panic surging through his veins was unbearable. He turned around in his chair meeting your equally shocked face.
He royally fucked up. He just confessed to his audience without meaning to confess. He had told his audience that you were his girlfriend and he hadn’t even asked you yet. The surprise and speech he had worked on all week, the reason he took a break from streaming until tonight, was for nothing. He had gotten ahead of himself and he didn’t know what to do now. Or how to fix it.
“G-Girlfriend? Wait you have a fucking girlfriend?” You stood up from his couch, blinded by anger. “What the fuck Wonwoo, when were you going to tell me? Before or after you fucked me?” You shouted, your heart was beating fast as you turned around to gather up your stuff.
Unbelievable. Here you were distracted, thinking about how cute he looked while he blamed his failure on his character. The pout that had formed on his lips as he pushed his glasses up his nose and blew out a raspberry, moving aside the strands of his newly dyed blonde hair. The frustration you had felt earlier, forgotten, replaced with admiration. Only for it to come back after what he had said, this time fiery red and ready to burn everything it touched.
“Stop, no wait, I don’t have a girlfriend. At least not yet.” He spoke fast, his words blending with one another as he quickly made his way to you. He grabbed hold of your laptop and held it against his chest.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better, did you just call me down to ignore me and then fuck me one last time before you called it quits!” You said in disbelief reaching over for your laptop.
Wonwoo turned around facing away from you. “No that’s not...that’s not what...fuck, calm down please and just let me talk.” He pleaded as he sat down on his couch, your laptop still clutched tightly in his arms. It was your prized possession, it held the first three drafts of the novel you were working on. He knew you well enough to know that you hadn’t backed anything up no matter how many times he told you to do so. So, he was positive that as long as he held onto it like his life depended on it (because it did) you wouldn’t leave without it.
You crossed your arms in front of you ”I am calm, but I don’t know if I want to listen to what you have to say.”
Wonwoo cringed, he was more nervous than what he had intended to be. He had an entire speech planned. Wrote it down, even got Jihoon to proofread it. He had performed it in front of his bathroom mirror every morning and night. He thought he had it in the bag, pumped up his chest a few times before opening his front door to you earlier. Yet, the second he saw you, he forgot everything he had planned to say. This is mainly why he had spent such a long time streaming. Hoping that the distraction would somehow help him remember.
It didn’t.
“Wonwoo, I swear if you don’t start talking in the next five seconds I’m leaving and suing you for holding my laptop hostage.”
Wonwoo sighed and slapped his forehead lightly before turning to look at you, “okay, I don’t think that’s allowed bu-”
“It is if I say that you stole it trying to steal my work, I don’t know I’ll find a way.” You shrugged, earning a glare from Wonwoo. You knew he hated whenever someone interrupted him while he was in the middle of saying something. It was something you would do to him out of spite, but in your humble opinion this time he really did deserve it. Though, it didn’t make you feel as good as you had hoped, “fine sorry, you can continue.” You sighed and sat down on his coffee table.
Wonwoo put your laptop down and leaned over his elbows taking your hands in his. “I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend. I know we agreed to just keep this casual but I can’t help the way my heart literally feels like it’s going to fall out of my ass whenever I’m with you. So yeah, I don’t have a girlfriend yet, because I haven’t asked you to be my girlfriend yet. But there’s no one else, only you, and I’m so-”
Wonwoo was cut off when he felt your body land on his, knocking the air out of his lungs. You hugged him, straddling his hips and burying your face into his chest, giggling. It felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders and you felt awful for assuming the worst and jumping to conclusions.
“Ask me ask me ask me ask me.” You bounced on his lap like a child. He groaned doubling over in pain.
He placed his hands on your hips to keep you from moving, “No now I know you’re actually trying to kill me.” He smirked and left a sweet kiss against your lips. A low chuckle running past his lips as he took in your pouting face, “fine, my love, my baby will you please be my girlfriend?” He cocked his head, his hands playing with the hem of your t-shirt.
“Yes, but only if you give me my laptop back and keep the promise you made me earlier.” You smiled innocently, playing with the hair on the back of his neck.
Wonwoo smirked, his hands made their way underneath your shirt. “No to the laptop, you work too much and I’m determined to back up everything on a hard drive later.” He rubbed his thumbs over the skin of your hips, slowly inching closer to the button of your jeans, “not sure I remember the promise I made earlier though, can you remind me?”
You kissed him slowly, tugging on his shirt, “you said you would finish a level before going down on me all night, and it’s four and a half levels later and I’m still waiting.” You whispered against his lips, before pulling away and bringing his shirt over his head, taking it off, throwing it behind him, aiming for the laundry basket, missing it completely, making you sigh. 
“Well you didn’t give me enough time to answer, but that can be arranged.” He pecked your lips, pushing your shirt up and over your head, throwing it behind him. “You’d have to step into my office though.” 
“Wonwoo, baby, don’t ever call your room your office.” You rolled your eyes and got up from his lap. 
He chuckled, shaking his head and stood up, “oh no that’s not what I meant, room comes later. Tonight we start in my office.” He says cheekily, pointing his thumb towards his gaming setup. Your eyes grew wide as saucers, only making him laugh harder while he pushed you towards his gaming chair. 
“Wait, you’re like not going to turn the camera on are you?” You said as he pushed you down to sit in which you obeyed. The colorful lights from his gaming setup kept you distracted as Wonwoo got down on his knees in front of you. 
“Nope, I’ve just always wanted to eat you out while you sat on my gaming chair. But maybe one day in the future if you want. You can take over my stream and play animal crossing while I secretly eat you out on camera.” He smirked, the evil glint behind his soft eyes sent shivers down your spine. The little exibitionist in him coming out. You’d be lying if you didn’t find the thought of it exciting. 
“One day.” You breathed, lifting your hips, helping him as he pulled down your pants. 
Wonwoo sent you a wink pushing your thighs apart with his hands, “We can also play overwatch together. That cute little vibrator you keep hidden in your bedside drawer, stuffed inside your pussy.” He placed his index finger over the wet patch that had formed over your panties, pushing in slightly. “And everytime you die I up the speed, see how long you can last before you have me begging to turn off the stream so you can cum.” Wonwoo kept pushing his finger in you, your panties sticking onto you like second skin. 
You threw your head back, digging your nails into the arms of his leather chair. “F-Fuck how long h-have you thought about this?” You lifted your hips as he added another finger. 
“Right now, or maybe a few times when you’re not around.” He leaned down kissing your mound lightly, “but seeing you like this, sprawled out, wet and waiting for my mouth is reinforcing those fantasies.” He worked his fingers diligently, pushing the thin material of your panties inside of you. He couldn’t wait to stuff you full with his cock later. 
You let out a whimper as his mouth traveled down to your clothed entrance. He removed his fingers licking up a stride, before taking one of your lips into his mouth and biting down on it gently. “W-Wonwoo please I want to feel your mouth.” 
“You are, aren’t you?.” He looked, staring at you through the rim of his round glasses before repeating his actions again making you whimper. “Take your bra off, play with yourself for me.” He left a chaste kiss in your inner thigh and sat back on his heels. He palmed himself over his black tracksuit pants as he watched you slowly unclasp your bra, letting the straps slide down your arms. You were teasing him, he knew this but he didn’t care. Seeing you get undressed for him was one of his favorite past times, especially because you always went extra slow for him. 
You threw your bra, not caring where it landed. You rolled your palms over your nipples, soft sighs running past your lips as you kept your eyes trained on Wonwoo. “Want to feel your hot tongue fucking me Woo.” You spread your legs even further pinching your nipples. You moved your hand down your body, your index finger playing with the seam of your panties. “Is this one of your fantasies? Me touching myself, sitting here?” You said, tilting your head to the side, moving your hand into your panties and running your index and middle fingers over your clit slowly.
“Yes.” He hissed, pushing his hand into his boxers grabbing onto his cock. “God, you make me so hard.” 
“Let me see please.” You arched your back, your fingers getting faster. Wonwoo nodded, wasting no time to free himself, his hand wrapped tightly around his length. His index finger connects with the small bead of precum that had formed, showing you how sticky and ready he was for you. 
“Want to taste?” You nodded letting out soft moans as you lifted your hips, into the palm of your hand, sticking your tongue out for him. “Fuck.” He cursed getting up on his knees, bringing his index finger up to your mouth. You closed your lips around it, swirling your tongue over the tip, savoring the salty substance. 
You pulled away with a pop, taking your fingers out of your panties and bringing them up to his lips. He took them in, moaning around them. “Do I taste good?” You said taking out your fingers from his mouth, moving them over his lips, wetting them further. 
“I’m going to have to take a closer look.” He said lowly, pushing your panties down in a haste. He spread your legs, licking up your slit, teasing your hole with his tongue. Being in between your legs was his second most favorite pastime. He savored every moment of it. Sometimes he would prolong your orgasm, keeping you on edge, so that when you came, your sweet substance would coat his lips, spilling down his chin and neck. It was the most beautiful site, one that only he had the privilege in witnessing. 
“Mmm, your tongue feels so good Wonwoo.” You pinched your nipple while tugging on the roots of his blonde hair, pushing his mouth closer. 
He moaned, slurping up your juices like you were his last meal. He wrapped his mouth around your clit, pulling it between his teeth before letting it go. “I want to be here forever but I don’t think I can last any longer without being inside of you.” He pushed two of his fingers inside of you. The feeling of your wet walls wrapped around his thick calloused fingers made his cock twitch. 
“B-But I-I want to cum.” You pouted, arching your back away from his chair, pushing your hips further into his hand. “Please, I’m so close already.” You pant, the knot in the pit of your stomach threatening to break. 
“Oh honey, you will. I’ll have you coming undone more than three times tonight.” He stated with determination and brought his mouth down again, closing his lips around your clit. He sucked harshly moaning sinfully. He fucked you faster with his fingers curling them upwards, reaching the soft mushy skin inside of you. 
“W-Wonwoo f-fuck don’t stop I-I’m so close.” 
Wonwoo let go of your swollen bud, slowing down his fingers as you clenched around them. “Look at me, I want to watch me while you cum.” You agreed with a pleasure filled sigh, watching as he pushed back his glasses. The sight almost had you coming undone. 
He put his mouth on you again, increasing the pace of his fingers. Babbles coming out of your mouth as you pulled on his hair, motivating him to go faster. The squelching sounds coming from your wet, hot pussy sounded like music to his ears. He bit down on your clit lightly, sending you over the edge, your cum coating his fingers, while you moaned his name in a sweet sinful prayer. His eyes burning holes into yours, the sight was award winning, his cock begging to be milked out. 
Wonwoo continued, riding out your orgasm. Until you felt the oversensitivity overcome your body “W-Woo, s-stop please.” You pushed his head carefully with the palm of your hand. 
He kissed the inside of both of your thighs before sitting up on his knees, taking your face into his hands. “You always look so pretty when you cum.” He pecked your lips repeatedly, before wrapping your arms around you hugging you tightly. “I love you so much.” He kissed your temple. 
“Why do you always get so mushy every time you make me cum?” You laughed gently, running your fingers down his back, making him shiver.
“You bring out in me, I can’t help it, stop complaining. I’m giving you time to recover before I bend you over my desk.” 
“Not complaining. I love it.” You kissed his cheek. “And I love you.” You whispered in his ear, taking his earlobe, pulling it between your teeth.. He groaned, swallowing hard, his getting tighter around you.
“My desk, then my couch, then my bed, then the shower, and then my bed again.” 
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The sun had started to rise. It was five in the morning and your body was suddenly overcome with sleep, when Wonwoo pulled out of you one last time. He had kept true to his promise, literally fucked you the entire night, christening his apartment, except his kitchen. “If we have sex in the kitchen, the only thing I’ll be thinking about while I’m cooking is your mouth around my dick.” He said as he pushed you into the wide window of his living room, making you laugh. 
“Do you have to work today?” He placed a delicate kiss against your collar bone, laying his head on top of your chest. 
“It’s Saturday, why would I have work on Saturday?” You smiled sleepily, running your fingers through his hair. He sighed happily, pulling his sheets over the two of you and cuddling into you further. 
“You’re always working, I just wanted to ask.” He shrugged, raising his body enough to leave a chaste kiss against your lips. “Take a break today and I promise that by the time you wake up again I’ll have all of your files backed up into the harddrive I bought you.” 
You shook your head, placing both of your palms against his cheeks, squishing them. “Do you know how sexy you sound when you talk about computers.” 
“Nope, but you once told me to divide you in half when I was explaining finances to you. Now that I think about it, that statement can go both ways.” He smiled laying down on his back, bringing you along with him. Your eyes growing wide when you felt it running down your thighs. You sat up in panic, removing the sheets of your body to see if your silent hypothesis was correct.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, confused.
“Wonwoo, fuck...did we use protection?” 
Wonwoo pushed the covers away with his feet, sitting up quickly. He looked between your legs, his eyebrows furrowing in concern, “You’re on the pill still right?” 
“We changed my formula, I had to stop taking it for a few days.” You threw yourself down on his bed covering your eyes with your hands. The tears pooling against your eyes. You felt the bed dip next to you. Wonwoo took your hands in his, revealing your tearful eyes to him making him sigh. 
“Baby, don’t worry.” He kissed your cheeks repeatedly before sitting up again, “I’ll run down to the convenience store, get a plan b while you go take a bath. I’ll join you when I get back.” 
“W-What’s happens if I take the plan b and still miraculously end up pregnant, it’s only ninety five percent effective.” 
“Then I’ll be with you every step of the way. I meant what I said earlier, I love you so much and I plan to marry you and have kids with you one day. Don’t worry.” 
Your heart felt full. The butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach. Wonwoo and you had shared many intimate dreams and desires before, but this one felt different. This was a dream the two of you shared and it made you feel at ease. “Okay, okay I will, just hurry up please.” 
Wonwoo scoffed, getting up from his bed, slipping on his sweatpants and sweatshirt. “Baby please don’t underestimate me. I’ll be back before you know it.” He leaned down giving you one last kiss before jogging over to his front door. “I love you.” He shouted, opening the door. 
You laughed sitting up on your elbows shaking your head, “I love you, now hurry I can feel your child cooking in me.” 
“Impossible, it takes roughly twenty four hours for my sperm to fertilize one of your eggs, and it’s literally been thirty minutes. Therefore you wou--”
“Wonwoo shut up just hurry.” 
“Okay I love you.” He said while closing his front door. You laughed shaking your head falling back on his bed. Your entire body was aching and though you were a little scared, given obvious circumstances. You had never felt so much warmth and happiness in your life. 
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chekhxvsgun · 2 months ago
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Pest Problem
Here’s a Not-Quite fanfic fanfic where I describe this idea I have for c!Wilbur and this cool idea that I don’t think I could write outside of describing. It’s 2k words anyway! Woo!
Warning: It addresses Wilbur’s current mental state so, allusions to suicide and suicidal thoughts. There’s also a side plot with Dream & Tommy. 
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It starts in Tommy's house. 
Wilbur makes comments about hearing this noise in Tommy's walls, he asks if he has mice. 
Tommy brushes him off but corrects him that it would be moles, since his house is made of dirt. He says there's always some noise and not to worry much, he's started to ignore it. He would get so jumpy about the noise in his house but Phil had reasoned with him that his house is on top of the sewers and surrounded by tunnels, there must be animals in there all the time. 
He doesn't feel the safest in his house, because of Dream, and the drop trap that was made, but he's not seen Dream in awhile and Sapnap and Sam Nook are supposedly watching so he trusts, convinces himself to trust, that he'll be okay. 
Wilbur just nods, accepts that, and he spends the night with him. 
This is just before the stream where he went and talked to Phil, and before Tommy's base would be griefed.
He can't get over the sound of moles in the walls, or whatever they may be. 
Wilbur then has the talk, as he does, about the apologies and stuff with Phil, and then with Tommy. His plans about getting into contact with XD, wondering how you kill a creature forever, the ploy of apologizing to Ghostbur and getting Friend to him, when in reality it seems he very much implied he wants to end his own existence.
Well, that all happens, and it's during the preparations of this that things... odd things happen, which try to convince him to change things about his plans, to do otherwise. 
He's visited by his past, sort of A Christmas Carol style but a bit more literal.
But they don't stay long. It's like... he's visited by himself from after the revolution, from after November 16th, and his Ghost. L'manbur, Pogbur, and Ghostbur. It can be up to interpretation on whether it's them or just Wilbur's subconscious thoughts & stuff manifesting, because of his plan.
So, he's visited by L'manbur first. 
Wilbur had gone off to the burger van to hang a sign that they were indefinitely closed, to gather stuff up and leave, but he got a bit hung up on a small crater that had since been filled and covered with flowers. 
He sits at this campfire and starts to drink, a little bit maybe, eating the leftovers of food that was still there. And that's when the flames of the fire take shame and smolder, they wisp around him. There's a searing heat in front of him, it pulls him up and singes his coat by the collar.
L'manbur. He's made of fire and flame, and he's hard to focus on, but Wilbur hears himself, as proud and as confident as ever. He tells him to look around and asks what he sees, and Wilbur looks at the hole and answers a grave.
L'manbur tells him something worth protecting and fighting for.
He asks if it was his fault that all his friends were betrayed and killed that day, the revolution. Wilbur spits no, of course not he didn't know of the betrayal until it was too late.
He asks Wilbur who the bad guy is, and Wilbur answers with himself.
L'manbur stands upright, shaking his head. He grabs his hand and forces Wilbur to follow. They march.
The longer they walk, the dimmer L'manbur's flame gets, but they walk to the ruins of L'manburg, peering down upon the crater. L'manbur is this smoldering smoke, he asks again who the real bad guy is.
Wilbur feels bile build up at the sight of the crater, and he can't answer.
Again, L'manbur asks who is the one who they've fought all along. Who is the one who started this? Who killed Tommy twice that day, who did again later, who blew the nation up twice, who stepped on them under a tyrannical iron boot and he raises his voice and asks who he's really fighting.
Wilbur spits out Dream, he spits out lady tyranny. He screams that it's not his fault, that Dream did this, that he killed them, he keeps killing them, that his home is a ruin and ash because of him.
L'manbur asks who is left to fight him.
The smoke drifts into the air like a snuffed torch, and he's alone in the dark, the looming shadow of the prison is far behind him. He's reminded of the real enemy, and that it's not himself, not really.
He throws up and he can't tell if it's the alcohol or what just happened.
Nothing much happens for a few days. He visits Tommy and they head to Logsteadshire. Trickles of memories seep back to him, none good, and he can't help but look at Tommy in between their search for Friend. 
They don't officially talk about things that happened during Tommy's exile, but some words are exchanged. Wilbur decides, with Tommy's permission, to tear down the tower. He also fills in the holes and gathers leftover wheat for Friend, before they make their journey back.  Tommy can't tell him much, but he tells him about the explosions, and about the loneliness, and the rules. Things that Wilbur, some part of him, already knew. He sticks close to Tommy as they walk all the way to Techno & Phil's as a small pitstop, before they very carefully take Friend back the ocean route. Neither want to make the trip through the Nether. 
Tommy's house is still mostly covered in obsidian, but Wilbur had managed to help break open an entrance into the house, they get Friend in there, and after a tireless night, he and Tommy clear the obsidian off of everything. They listen to a disc. 
Some of Tommy's house was broken up in the crossfire, so he offers to go get him supplies to rebuild it.  There's still that scurrying sound of moles and he's surprised they didn't suffocate under the pressure of the obsidian, but he leaves.
He has to walk awhile, but he finds a small oak forest and pulls out an iron axe and starts to chop away. Tommy always liked oak.
That's when Pogbur shows up. 
Wind blows leaves off the trees, and they fall all around him. Wilbur cuts down a tree and steps back as it tumbles, and he gathers up the wood to put into his inventory. 
Pogbur materializes from the wind and the leaves as a gust swirls around Wilbur. Once he's able to, he grabs Wilbur by his collar. He's made of leaves and sticks and the wind blows against him, leaves drift off, others are added in the wind
He's rough when Wilbur is suddenly slammed against a tree, only to look up at himself, his angry self. 
"Do not make another mistake, Soot." 
He's warned, grip unyielding, Wilbur's back hurts from the bark and pressure behind him. He can't find the words. 
"Don't you leave them. Not again. You'll let them down." 
Pogbur tells Wilbur that he has things to live and to fight for, and if he's gone then people like Tommy or Tubbo or Fundy have no one. That they'll be hurt again. That they'll be alone again, and they know just how bad being alone is. 
He disappears and fades when the wind picks up the leaves again. That time of his life was brief, he wasn’t around long, he spoke the least, but in ways he had the most impact. 
Wilbur is left clutching an axe, his back sore and achy from the tree, frozen in fear and anguish. It takes a bit for him to recover, and he comes back to Tommy with less wood than he intended, but it's enough.
Over the next few days, he goes on with his apologies & goodbyes. He apologizes to Tubbo (which goes about how it actually did). He apologizes to Jack Manifold. They accept his apology. 
He apologizes to Niki, and to Quackity. He gets a 'Goodbye Wilbur Soot' from Niki (although later, from Phil, he's given a tray of cookies. He supposes that's good enough. Some people, it's better to let go and let them heal without you). 
He gets a bloody nose from Quackity, but he half expected that. Things settle though, and he apologizes. Quackity makes the comment that it sounds like a goodbye, but Wilbur brushes it off, and says he supposes it is, that he's moving the van. 
He's not sure if Quackity did accept his apology, but he helped him clean up the umbrellas and Fort Big, and he helps him get the van out of the area, and they plant a few trees and make the area look like it was never touched, save for a large patch of flowers, and a birch grave. 
He apologizes to Eret, but Eret stops him, and instead she apologizes first, and she takes him to the button room of the museum, and passes him the apology book.  He explains how he deeply regrets the betrayal, and how maybe things would've been different if he'd never done it, if she'd fought by their side. 
Wilbur comments it's not worth much, blaming yourself for the past, just to try to be a better person now. 
They hug, and the book goes into Wilbur's enderchest. Eret asks Wilbur if he'd like to talk sometime and catch up. Wilbur says he'd like that. 
He apologizes to Fundy, who is silent for a while. He accepts his apology but makes no comment on forgiveness. Wilbur feels awkward in the spruce house, then he offers something. He offers to make Fundy lunch, for him and his son, and maybe they could talk. It’s awkward and silent at best for a while, and Fundy tells him stories about Las Nevadas and Yogurt, and Wilbur tells him about adventures long in the past. It ends with laughs, a hug, and a question, would you like to do this again? The answer is a quiet yes. Not forgiveness, but a fresh start.
He ends up going to Phil's, to his upstairs room, to the bathroom he'd had, he goes to bed there. Tomorrow is when he'd arranged for Tommy to contact XD. Tomorrow.
He can count down the hours. He'd always set himself dates, and he knew that in a few hours, it'd be time. He was happy with his apologies, though he knows he had one more... He's not sure how to go about it. He goes to sleep. 
He wakes up in the middle of the night to a nightmare, one of the ones that sits at the corner of your brain out of reach, but you know is horrifying. He can't place what exactly happened, but he remembers a train whistle. He remembers that vividly. 
He stumbles out of bed and goes to his bathroom for some water. 
His eyes meet his own in a mirror, but it's not his. He scowls and sets the glass of water down.
Ghostbur looks at him with a stern frown 
"What are you doing?"
"Getting water what the fuck do you think I'm doing?"
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
Wilbur freezes. 
What is he going to do? 
He felt so sure of himself... he'd had doubts sure but, in that moment... 
Ghostbur knocks on the glass of the mirror and asks again, and Wilbur grips the sink edge. Ghostbur talks the most compared to the other two.
"Getting rid of the problem."
"Oh? What problem is there?"
Wilbur tries to say himself, but he stops. Was he the problem? He thought he was. 
But the fire... and the leaves and him they all know who the problem is, what the problem is. He knows...
He knows what the real problem is.
"They liked you so much more."
Is all Wilbur says, not answering the question. 
Ghostbur rolls his eyes, arms crossed .
"They did not. They ignored me every chance they had, constantly said I wasn't the real you. They missed you. I was a placeholder, and now you're back and you're going to make them go through it all over again."
"They'll get over it."
"You know that's not true." 
"Then what am I supposed to do?" 
"Do what I did."
"What, play dumb? Forget everything, pretend nothing was wrong and bumble about?" 
"Protect them in any way you can."
Wilbur falls silent, he drags a hand down his face, looking at Ghostbur in the mirror. He frowns.
It's silent for a bit longer. 
"I'm sorry, you know. I'm sorry for... for how I talk about you. They loved you a lot, Tommy did, he built you a grave."
"They love you a lot too."
"Are you... okay, where you are?"
"Never better. Don't do what you thought of."
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Well, for starters, I think you should deal with the pest problem in Tommy's walls." 
The water overflows from the sink and Wilbur curses and shuts it off, when he looks back up, it's just himself. Himself.
He drinks his water, cleans up the mess, and goes back to bed. He didn't sleep much that night. 
When he and Tommy meet up with Friend in tow the following morning, Tommy asks about getting Friend to Ghostbur. 
He pets the sheep's wool and shakes his head. There’s a scurrying of something just past the dirt, and Wilbur leads Tommy out of his house.
"Change of plans. No need to summon XD." 
"What the fuck do you mean don't we have to get Friend to Ghostbur—" 
"I lied." 
"What the fuck are you on about we had this whole thing set up dickhead what else did you have-"
"I mean I lied about Ghostbur... I didn't see him in limbo, Tommy. I'm not dead, there's... no need for a ghost, he's not suffering because he's not there. I needed some way for you to... well, just trust me. Please? I lied to you. I'm sorry... And look, now we've got Friend back." 
Tommy is quiet and he grips friend's lead. Wilbur is sure that, well... after last night, that Ghostbur isn't in limbo. Maybe he never was. 
Wilbur ruffles his hair, and glances on and the giant obsidian building in the distance, and the stairs to Tommy's house
He ushers Tommy away.
"I had other plans anyway.... how about...well I'm sick of living in Phil's attic, not so big man of me, huh? How about we find a place for me to live. And we connect the prime path up to my place. How does that sound?" 
“Sounds poggers, Friend stays with me though.”
Tommy likes that idea, and starts to ramble as he walks. 
For  a moment, when Wilbur looks at Tommy's house, he sees green in the doorway, he wraps his arm around Tommy, and walks. 
Pest problem.
That's the main idea. There is a side plot. All throughout there is hinting at Dream living in Tommy's walls, like he did in early L'manburg and during the early disc wars, spying on him. Especially as Tommy lets his guard down more. References to the strange drop and underground room, noises in the walls that are definitely not moles.
If there would be a hypothetical epilogue of this, it would involve that being found out, and getting Tommy away or something with Wilbur helping, and also with that Wilbur's final apology to Tommy, his real apology to Tommy.
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ahopelessromantic · a year ago
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Children of Sun and Darkness (M)
Part two of A Child of Sun and Darkness
Pairing: The Darkling x Sun Summoner! female reader
Word count: 8,7k (oh boy)
Warnings: once again, spoiler of the Darkling’s name, SMUT, Aleksander being a SIMP, fluff, so much fluff, villainous behavior
A/N: I really, really got carried away with this one. Especially since I didn’t even intend to have any smut in here. But alas, the apology letters to Ben Barnes and Leigh Bardugo are sent once more and I wish you all a happy reading experience. I really do must warn you again of the Darkling as a father though, I don’t think you’re ready.
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A gorgeous ray of sunshine was tickling your barely awake self.  There were things to do, certainly, but your bed felt far too heavenly to be left already. The air had recently begun to smell like the promise of summer, and it paired so nicely with the flowers Aleksander always brought to your bedside table. Aleksander, you thought sleepily and slowly opened your eyes. You would have loved to curl into his lean body for a few more minutes before getting up, but it seemed like he had already so cruelly abandoned you. You were about to pout like a little baby when a soft morning wind carried the sound of laughter through your window. Aleksander must have opened it before leaving your shared chambers. Wanting to know the source of these joyous sounds, you slipped into your morning robe and stepped in front of the big window. After your marriage to the infamous Darkling, the two of you had moved your chambers to be closer to the Little Palace’s beautiful gardens. From where you stood now, your position on the second floor gave you the perfect view over them.
“There she is.” Your husband beamed with his lovely deep voice. He was looking up to you with nothing but adoration in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but smile yourself. Your daughter, barely even four, shrieked happily at your sight and sent another ray of sunshine your way. “Good morning, my love!” You called out to her. She ran up to her father, who picked her up so she could see you better. Your chest warmed at the sight of the two people you loved most in the world, the serenity in their expressions. “Good morning Mama!” She giggled back. You blew her a kiss, which she caught enthusiastically. “You should have awoken me!” You chided your husband. He smiled. “How could I, when you were sleeping so peacefully? Besides, we wanted to try if Ilona could get her sun rays all the way through to our bed. Did she manage it?” The proudest smile grew across your lips. “She did. You did amazing, honey. So amazing, that when I get down there, I’m gonna have to smooch you all over!” “NOOO!” She screamed and skipped away to the pond to look at her beloved fish. “Are you coming down for breakfast? I already had the servants set out a table.” You sighed happily and just looked at your husband for a moment. “You really do think of everything, don’t you?” The grin he sent you in response caused your knees to weaken. “Who would I be if I didn’t.” To hide your blush, you scrunched your nose and disappeared from the window to get dressed for the day. Only a short while later you had finally made it to the gardens, clad in the same colour as your husband: deep black. Upon seeing you, your daughter began to happily run towards you. Suddenly then she seemed to remember your threat of extra smooches and turned around, but it was too late. You caught up with her and gathered her into your arms, tickling and kissing her all over. She laughed loudly, only half trying to escape. “Good morning, little sunshine.” You finally properly greeted her once you were done, pressing a long kiss to the top of her head. She turned around in your arms and buried her face in your neck. “Did I do good with the sunray, mama?” You smiled and pulled her even closer. “You did so well, Ilona. I love you.” She leaned away to look at you, the brightest smile on her adorable little face. “I love you!” She responded and kissed your cheek. Saints, she was everything good and soft in the world come to life. “Can I go feed the fishies?” She asked enthusiastically. You grinned at her, forever enchanted by the little human that was so you and so Aleksander. “Of course you can. Go ask the servants, they’ll give you some food for them.” The Darkling, who had watched the interaction between you and your daughter, stepped forward with a happy smile. You were about to ask what specifically he was smiling about when he placed his lips on yours in a passionate kiss. There was barely anyone around, but the kiss’ immodesty still caused your cheeks to flush. “My sun.” He whispered, only for you to hear. “I swear you look lovelier by the day.” You sighed, still phased by the kiss, and slid your arms around his waist. “And I swear you get more charming by the day. Is it a thing of darkness, your cheek? I think I see some of it in Ilona.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I think that’s all you actually.” He nodded to where she was knelt on the edge of the pond, apparently talking to its inhabitants. “I only know one other being that can be so kind and yet so fierce.” For a moment, his words rendered you speechless, but then you pinched the fabric of his kefta. “Alright, Mr Darkling, now you’re overdoing it. Where is this breakfast you’ve promised me? I’m starving.”
Giggling like the two lovestruck Grisha you had been years ago, you set off to the little table laden with delicious breakfast foods. It gave you a perfect view of your daughter, close enough to see her, yet far away enough to allow her the space even she as a little person was owed. You and your little family spent most mornings like this: Breaking the fast together, you and your husband watching your daughter play, talking court politics while eating. There were unrests in Ravka again, unrests the old king didn’t seem capable of dealing with. “He’s a fool, and I wished I could see him gone.” You hummed at your husband’s words, staring at your tea in deep thought. If he had only been just a fool, you thought. He wouldn’t be any danger to anyone, then, but his empty-brained attempts at displays of dominance were costing the second army precious lives every time. But he was still the king, and the two of you were still just the second army’s general and his wife. “Careful with the treason talk so early in the morning, my love. I don’t think it’s all that becoming with my sweet roll.” He smiled and took your hand from across the table. You squeezed it and sent him a meaningful glance. “Besides, you never know who might be listening. You know I couldn’t bear it if the Lantsov family were to imprison you.” Aleksander sighed, now, and wistfully looked across the Little Palace’s grounds. Some Grisha were training in the far distance, Inferni, by the looks of it. His gaze was pensive, a look you well knew by now- he was planning something. But apparently, it was too early to let you in on his schemes yet. He just pressed a kiss to your knuckles and looked at you in earnest. “I promise you, my sun. One day, we won’t have to bow to anyone. Our world will only consist of our family and Grisha, and it will be safe. I promise.” An unexpectedly reverent feeling spread across the breakfast table. You nodded solemnly. “One day.” You whispered back. That seemed to please him because his face returned to the kind smiles he usually wore around you, and he pressed another kiss to the back of your hand. “I love you.” He mouthed at you, and you mouthed it right back. Then, as it tended to happen with a toddler child, the two of you were interrupted by Ilona climbing into her father’s lap. “Papa, can I have a dagger?” Both you and Aleksander snorted out a laugh at the determination in your daughter’s voice. She really was a force of nature, your little one- quite literally. Not fully in control of her powers yet, she seemed eternally surrounded half by darkness, half by light. No one had thought it possible, but so far it seemed she had inherited both yours and your beloved’s powers. Ballads were being sung about her in taverns ever since word of her powers had left the Palace walls and witch hunters trying to get to her ever since that, too. Now, Aleksander Morozova had always been concerned with the safety of all Grisha. But more and more often these days you found him pacing in his war room at night, or watching your daughter with far more than fatherly sorrow. It was an all-consuming fear and sorrow for her safety- one you shared. There was nothing you wouldn’t do to know her safe. Once you had been driven by ambition, then by love for your husband. But now such a fierce protectiveness spurred you on that caused you to think yourself capable of far greater evils than your husband had ever committed.
“Do you think the Second Army would follow us? If we were to split from the king?” Aleksander’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, his deep brown eyes finding yours. The two of you had been dealing with some late-night paperwork, General’s duties. As the sun summoner and, in addition, the Darkling’s wife, you almost held as much power and responsibility as him these days. Your husband put down his pen and pensively sank back into his chair. “I don’t know.” He uttered finally. “I wish they would, of course. But some Grisha are as loyal to Ravka as Otkazat'sya. Some of them do wish to serve their country. And some of them do love their king.” He grimaced at that, and you had to bite back a laugh. “Ravka’s eagle is double-headed for a reason, you know.” He continued, and you turned serious once more. The sentiment of Ravka’s duality was a nice one- but one that was destined to fail, in your opinion. The Grisha already lived so separated from the country’s regular citizens that it was almost ridiculous to even count them as part of them. Most Otkazat'sya seemed to condemn Grisha for their powers, and most Grisha seemed to look down on the Otkazat'sya. They both had their good reasons, you figured. But how much contempt, how much annoyance or even hatred separated non-Grisha from Drüskelle? You inwardly shuddered at the thought of Fjerda’s Army, with their repeating rifles and their ruthlessness. Aleksander’s hand on your shoulder caused you to return to reality. “What’s on your mind, my sun?” He asked, his voice ever so soft. Sometimes, with how much love he showed you every day, you forgot about how evil he could be, how hated he was by so many. “I-“ You began, then sighed. “I’m thinking about what you said the other day, at breakfast. About not having to bow to anyone. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, actually. What would happen if we were to take one of the eagle’s heads? Leave the people and their Lantsovs to themselves and found our own sovereign nation of Grisha power. It would be of the tsar family’s interest to stay in our good natures, we could trade their foods and goods for our protection. But on our own terms. And we would be safe, in a city of our own, protected by Fabrikator walls and your Darkness. Ilona would be safe.” Your husband had that look on his face again. That look of deep contemplation. “A safe place for all Grisha. Most importantly, Ilona. That’s all I’ve ever wanted in life.” He said quietly. You stroked his cheek, ran a hand through his hair. “I know.” You hummed. For a moment, you spotted a glimpse of the man he had been when your daughter had been born. He had been so eager to do everything right. So happy, yet so frightened and worried at the same time. His first words upon seeing the little bundle that was your newborn daughter had been “She’s so small”, accompanied by tearful eyes. She had been small indeed, so very little. During the first weeks after her birth, whenever you hadn’t been holding her, he had been. There hadn’t been a nanny, a wet nurse even. The both of you had been far too afraid to let your precious daughter out of your sight. Still were. She was your everything. You felt guilty for steering your nightly conversation down such a dark path, so you took his hand and lovingly squeezed it. “I trust you, Aleksander. I trust you to do what’s right for us as Grisha, and for us as a family. And believe me when I say I will be by your side for anything you ever decide on doing.” The smallest of smiles began to tug at his lips. “Come on now.” You said softly and breathed a kiss against his jaw. “It’s late, and it’s my matrimonial duty to distract my betrothed from any worries that might plague him.” He was fully smiling now, a familiar playful glint in his eyes. He tilted his head and looked at you with one raised eyebrow. “How would you think to go about doing that?” You returned his playful smile and got up to settle yourself right into his lap. Something dark flashed across his eyes, something that told you you wouldn’t yet sleep for many more hours. “What about this?” You whispered and experimentally ground down on him. A devious smile was on your lips. For a moment, he let you have the upper hand. Leaned his head back, breathed deeply. Sometimes, you were allowed to see him like this. To have him like this. Feeling bashful, you leaned forward to place a myriad of kisses against his neck. You could almost hear his heartbeat speeding up, his breathing growing heavier. His hands wandered to your waist, then to your hips. He used his strength to press you down on him, and it was then that you were done for. Your moment had ended, it was his turn now. Aleksander looked up at you with dark eyes, his pupils were blown wide and barely noticeable in the low lighting. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you sometimes.” His voice had dropped at least an octave deeper. “My perfect, perfect wife. My perfect sun, with a body so powerful. A body strong enough to bear life.” Feeling very vulnerable all of a sudden, you had to make an effort to bite back the tears that had risen to your eyes. Your husband truly always knew what exactly to say- even to a mother who sometimes found herself quite insecure in her new curves. “I love you.” You marvelled, kissing him softly. He smiled into the kiss and deepened it until you were both gasping for air. “Shall we retreat for the night, my sun?” You were about to respond when he lifted you up and placed you on the table the two of you had been sitting at. “Or do you want to taint this place forevermore? Curse it, so I think of being inside of you whenever I hold council here?” You innocently looked up at him through your lashes. Then, you smirked. That seemed to have been answer enough, because he was on you again in seconds, devouring every inch of skin he came across. “Do you remember our first night?” You gasped out between moans. Aleksander stopped in his tracks for a moment to look at you, lifted your chin with his fingers. He looked unravelled. Like he was merely dangling by a thread anymore. “You mean when I almost had you in the hallway, of all places?” You grinned and felt your eyes light up. “Exactly.” You whispered and leaned forward to capture his lips again. He groaned into the kiss. “Saints.” He panted. He seldomly addressed saints, if ever. It sent a wave of cocky satisfaction through you. “All this time with you, and you still find ways to catch me off guard.” Chuckling, you pulled him impossibly closer by his collar, crossing your legs behind his waist and grinding up against him. “I think it’s included in those matrimonial duties of mine.” “You’re going to have to- ah.” He took a deep breath. “-Send me a list of those.” You wanted to respond something, anything, but you didn’t get the chance to. Not while your kefta was being unclasped, not while his hands bunched up your skirts around your hips. “Do you want to go slower?” He asked, breathing heavily, his forehead leaned against yours. You closed your eyes for a moment, then smiled. You felt surrounded by your husband, by his scent, his presence, his arms. Most of all, you felt safe. A kind of safety only Aleksander had ever been able to provide for you. After a moment, you shook your head. “No.” You answered, nipping at his neck. “No.” You said again, sliding his kefta off his shoulders. “I want you. I need you. Now.” Suddenly, time seemed to speed up. You helped the Darkling unbuckle his pants, shrugged off your own coat, allowed him to rip most of your blouse open. The thoughts of witch hunters and civil unrests were still heavy on your mind, and you wanted him hard and fast, so he could take away all of your worries. Normally you weren’t as impatient as this. The two of you loved drawing things out in the bedroom, all teasing kisses and devilish grins. But today, things were different. Today you wanted to forget. Today you wanted to be overpowered by him. You didn’t even have the proper time to admire his length, for as soon as it had been exposed, it was already teasing along your folds. You sighed out shakily. “How badly do you want it?” Aleksander asked, one hand playing with your breast. “So badly, Aleksander.” He sighed at that, too. His name from your words would maybe never lose its effect. “If you were taken from me, I would kill. I would destroy entire cities to have you again. To have this again.” Your words almost felt as intimate as your wedding vows. They sent you both forward again, lips colliding in a clash of teeth. His tongue touched yours and sent a bolt of electricity down to your nether regions. “Nothing. Do you hear me? Nothing will ever take me from you.” He vowed back. With that, he entered you, and you both moaned out loudly. “Fuck!” He almost yelled. “How are you still so tight?” It was clearly a rhetorical question he didn’t want an answer for, for his hands were clasped around your neck. You allowed your head to drop back in pleasure and voluntarily clenched around him. “All for you.” You rasped out through his grip. He started fucking into you at that, the both of you losing your ability to form proper sentences once the so familiar fire started to spread between you. Somewhere, the edge of a book was pricking into your side, but it only spurred you on further. You always felt like the queen of the world like this- desired, full of pleasure, the most powerful man in the kingdom losing himself in you. You thought of how he would never be able to look at this table normally again, how he would twitch in that adorable way of his whenever people weren’t paying attention to him. Saints, you loved him. You loved him. Your heart felt warm and full, but so did you. At some point he hoisted you even further onto the table, his pace relentless now. But you didn’t care, you needed more, more, more. “Aleksander!” You gasped out when he brushed up against that place inside of you. “I love you.” You panted, tightening your legs around him. He looked at you like there was nothing else ever worth being looked at. Like you were a painting he could neither understand nor get enough of. With shaky hands he moved a few wayward strands of hair out of your face, then he cupped it in his hands tightly. “I love you.” He answered, stressing each word with a thrust of his hips. “Oh fucking saints, I love you. I’m so close.” “Let go.” You encouraged him seductively, tugging at the hair in the nape of his neck. “Give it to me, Aleksander.” His pace seemed to grow impossibly faster until it grew erratic. “My sun. My love, my goddess, I’m going to-“ With a loud moan, he came, his pulsating member spilling his seed into you. You helped him ride out his high, pulled him closer, clenched and unclenched in his rhythm. He shuddered at that; head buried in your neck. It was your moment once again. He was all yours to have. “I love you.” The two of you whispered at almost the same time and broke out into laughter. But the laughter caused you to clench again, and Aleksander winced from the hypersensitivity. “You’re just too tight, my love.” He almost teased and moved to remove himself from you. He wasn’t really in a state to tease again, yet. You pouted. “But I don’t want you to leave me. I always feel so empty afterwards.” He breathed a kiss to your cheek that could have well been a concealed laugh. Sometimes the two of you would stay connected like that for ages, neither of you willing to end this incredibly pleasurable state of warmth and satiation. But while that was easy to do on a bed, it wasn’t so much on a desk. “Besides.” You continued. “We’re going to make a mess.” Your husband looked at you, his lower lip caught between his teeth. “I like the mess.”, he said decidedly. “Leave it to the servants to be cleaned up. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? For someone to know what cursed, unholy things their Saint does for her evil husband?” You barely even blushed at his words. Saints, he had ruined you- in the best way possible. “Now come on, my sun.” He uttered. “If I remember correctly, you still need taking care of.” You shuddered at the thought of what was to come. His fingers inside of you, his lips on your most sensitive spot. Oh, how good you had it. Smiling and holding his hand, you followed your husband back to your chambers. He stayed true to his promise there- two times. Afterwards, you sleepily held him in your arms, your fingers drawing abstract, invisible designs onto the skin of his back. Through the connection the two of you shared you could feel his peacefulness as if it was your own, a sense of pride filling you. You were the one in whose presence he could relax, let his guards down- no one else. You pressed a gentle kiss to his hair, a silent ‘I love you’. “My love?” He murmured and pressed an equally soft kiss to your shoulder. “Hm?” You hummed in response and watched your husband straighten up so he was able to look you in the eyes. He sighed, visibly struggling to find the right words. “I want more children, as many you’d be willing to have. Brothers and sisters for Ilona, so she will never be alone. More time for us to experience holding a newborn babe again. But I fear for our daughter so much, every day. I fear for any future children of ours, even. And I think we’ve lived in fear for long enough. I’ve lived in fear long enough. I thought if we just waited for the king to die, waited for him to live out his pathetic mortal life, we could seize control one day. But I’ve been patient for centuries, and I’m tired of it. I think the time for action has come.” Aleksander’s words caused you to sit up, too, your heartbeat uncontrollably speeding up. “Will you fight with me, my love?” You pensively moved a strand of his hair away from his gorgeous features, then lifted your chin. “Always.” You breathed. The smallest of smiles lit up his face. Your husband leaned up to kiss you, then pulled you into his embrace. “We’ll change the world. For us. For our family.” You squeezed his arm in response. You truly would.
The next few months were spent meticulously planning the beheading of the ravkan eagle. Your mornings were spent in softness, laughing with your daughter, cuddling with her in bed, and then that softness was exchanged for the coldness of daily council meetings. Spies were seeking out the intelligence of the opinions of Grisha on a potential Grisha state, letters were being sent, fighting styles being trained. The king and queen would pose the smallest problems for your cause- they would either cooperate with the second army’s leaving or leave their lives. Angry mobs were your bigger worry- there was a smart way to go about the splitting off of the kingdom, and you were eager to take it, with as few casualties as possible. Then there was the question of your new country’s location. You didn’t need lands the size of Ravka, but you still needed space for houses, training facilities, farmlands. Surprisingly many Grisha were open to leading a simple life of caring for crops and animals, having long tired of the so-called ‘war effort’. Your council meetings grew with each week, more and more Grisha eager to take part in the founding of a home of their own. Fresh faces kept on turning up every week- a Suli Fabrikator here, a Shu Healer there. The once so spacious halls of the Little Palace were beginning to feel cosy, filled with the hope of new alliances forming. It was getting harder by the day to keep your efforts hidden from the king, and the time to strike seemed to be nearing. Ilona seemed to be feeling it, too. Her new favourite pastime was to make friends with as many of the new Grisha as possible. You and Aleksander had both felt apprehensive about it at first, but once you deemed her safe you realized how much power of her own she truly held. She was a symbol. A symbol of you and your husband’s strength, of a new generation of Grisha. A generation that would grow up in safety, without being trained to be used in fights their entire lives. The people in the Little Palace loved her, they had taken to calling her the ‘Grisha princess’. It made you partly proud, partly uncomfortable. You didn’t want her to be an instrument in your fight for freedom, just another weapon to be used, but you couldn’t hide her away, either. She was still small, and young, but she still deserved a life in the light. Late at night, when he was feeling particularly safe and vulnerable, Aleksander sometimes told you stories from his childhood, his youth. How his mother had eternally urged him to stay hidden in the shadows. It wasn’t a way to live, he had once said. And he was right. Ilona deserved her fishpond, her Grisha friends, her chance to openly use her powers. One day, you and your husband already deep into planning your coup, you watched her play with a young Squaller boy. They were both laughing loudly, their happiness more than contagious. You found yourself smiling, heart and body warmed by the afternoon sun. This was what you were fighting for. What you were always going to fight for. Freedom. Only a few weeks later, the time had come. The king was holding a ball, and it was the perfect opportunity for a show of strength. Countless honorary representatives had been invited, the perfect audience for what you were planning to do. You, your husband, and your legion were hoping for a peaceful encounter. The second army was going to show in its full strength, crowd into the ballroom and declare its conditions. You all hoped the sense of unity you had all started to feel would make itself noticeable, pose a threat. The council meetings with your fellow Grisha had long ceased to feel like generals talking to their subordinates. You were equals in your cause, and as the objectively most powerful Grisha, you and your husband were treated with the respect of such. Almost everyone doubtlessly acknowledged you as the heads of your operation, the rulers of Little Palace. The king, of course, was going to be appalled, yes enraged even over your actions. He would spew harmless threats at first, feeling ashamed and belittled for having missed out on developments of such a grand scale right under his eyes. But his power was by far no match for yours. It had come just as you had hoped it would. The king of Ravka had begrudgingly signed your declaration of independence after hours of discussions, angry tantrums and finally quiet pleads. The Grisha would have their own eagle from now on- no shared heads. You would claim lands west of the fold, protected from each side by mountains, the true sea and the world of shadows your husband had created so long ago. The people already living there would have the choice of continuing to stay there, or move somewhere else for a compensation. Grisha from all over the world would be welcome in this sanctuary- you had space and power enough to keep them all safe. Once the coup was over and done with, you sought out a moment alone with your husband. It was a few days after, and both of you had been stuck in nonstop meetings and conversations with fellow Grisha. There was the name of your nation to be decided on, the flag, the layout of your new city. You had been so busy even, that your victory still hadn’t fully registered with you. “Are you alright?” You nervously asked Aleksander in his private office. It was nicely cool and dark there, a welcome change from the Little Palace’s crowded halls. His eyes met yours at that, a smile reflected in them. He looked the healthiest you had ever seen him, a new vigour in the way he moved. Sometimes you forgot that, while you shared the same cause, it already had been his before that for centuries. His years of pain and solitude had finally paid off. “I am not just alright, my love. I’m overcome with joy. Don’t you see it? We’ve changed the world.” You bit your lip, suddenly feeling overcome with emotion and fairly vulnerable. Carefully stepping into his embrace, you took in his scent, sought out his ever so calming touch. Just like he had done in the very early days of your relationship, he wrapped the two of you in comforting darkness. “I’m a bit scared.” You admitted quietly, choked up with tears. “It feels surreal that we’ve won.” Aleksander sighed and pulled you closer to his body. He knew what you meant- he had felt it too. This fear of everything being ripped away as soon as you’d held it in your grasp. “I know.” He murmured and pressed a kiss to your temple. “But it is done. Our declaration has been signed by the king, his ministers. The first army will allow us to leave- or be met with our collected strength. You’ve seen the halls outside, the gardens. I don’t think as many Grisha as this have ever been in one place, in all of history.” You looked up at his face, the beauty of his finely chiselled cheekbones. He was pure strength, safety. As if to remind you of your own power, you filled the room with a golden glow. You were the legendary shadow and sun summoner, the two strongest Grisha who had ever lived- nothing was going to come into your way. You got onto your tiptoes and hugged him tightly, buried your head in his neck. He reached his arms around your waist, and his so familiar certainty flooded your bloodstream. “We’ll have everything.” You murmured, half incredulously. Your husband chuckled at that and playfully squeezed you tight. “I promised that, didn’t I? I think it’s part of my matrimonial duties.” You both laughed, pulling away to look into each other’s eyes. Aleksander caressed the side of your face, nothing but devotion in his gaze. “I know that this new reality is frightening. We have more to lose than ever. But we can carry this fear together. Turn it into something beautiful, something to last for centuries. We’re not alone as long as we have each other.” At that, you leaned up to kiss him lovingly. You both sighed against the other’s lips. It had been ages since the two of you had last had the time to lose yourselves in each other’s embraces. “We’ll have all the time in the world for this, soon.” You realized suddenly, happily. The darkling smiled. “We will. We will my love.”
A few months later, your husband stormed into your chambers. He exuded a wild sort of happiness, his eyes restless. First, he pressed a kiss to Ilona's head, then he picked her up and twirled her around. She shrieked with laughter, and you lowered the book you had been reading while your daughter had played into your lap. Aleksander’s eyes met yours, untamed joy written in his features. “It is finished.” He spoked, and as if struck by lightning, you got up from your seat. Your book clattered to the floor, and the loud sound sent your heart racing. “Is it really?” You quietly asked, eyes wide and incredulous. He nodded reverently, hugging Ilona close to his chest. “The head of the Durasts received the word just this morning. The Fabrikators have finished our city, based on the drawings we’ve both seen. It’s marvellous, according to their reports.” Your hand wandered to your heart, as if to will it to go slower. You breathed heavily, taking a moment to let the realization sink in. You would be safe, on your own terms. Not the king’s. Both you and your husband had been overseeing the construction of your new city from within the Little Palace’s walls, not wanting to leave until it seemed completely safe. For months, assorted groups of Grisha soldiers, healers and most importantly, Durasts, had been crossing the fold to make your shared dream of a Grisha nation come true. The Darkling stepped closer to you, put his arms around both you and your daughter. A giggle escaped your lips. “It’s done.” You breathed; happy tears in your eyes. Aleksander returned your look with equal happiness and leaned forward to press a kiss between your eyes. Ilona giggled, sensing the happiness of her parents. “We can start the moving nothing shorter than this week if you want to. They’ll need your powers for the fold.” Sending smaller groups through the fold was alright. But for the massive move you were planning, you would accompany the myriad of coaches and carts, to keep the Grisha and their belongings safe. “The two of you will be alright here, for a while?” You poked Ilona’s side, and both her and your husband laughed. “We’ll have loads of fun. We’ll have a parade to say goodbye to all the fish, and we’ll tour the Little Palace to pick out all the paintings Ilona wants to take with her.” You grinned happily. They’d truly be alright.
The move was exhausting but fulfilling. You crossed the fold several times a week, accompanied by carts stacked with furniture, livestock and necessary equipment. Once an Alkemi cart almost eradicated a group of Inferni, a sign of how nervous and eager everyone was to escape into a country of their own. Your favourite part was listening in on the other Grisha’s conversations while guiding them through the fold. There was a group of young tidemakers gushing about the prospect of seeing the true sea for the first time and playing with it, two Alkemi discussing how to maximize carrot harvests with the right mixture of sun and Grisha fertilizer. You hadn’t been to the new capital yet, only seen its buildings gleaming in the far-off distance. You wanted it to be a surprise, to set foot in it for the first time with your husband and daughter.
“Enjoying the view one last time?” You asked gently and leaned against the doorframe. Aleksander turned to look at you in surprise, looking a bit lost in the empty room. The time to leave had come, and he had been quietly saying his goodbyes to the Little Palace for the past week. The two of you stood in what had once been his office, now nothing but an empty room with a pretty view. Your husband sighed, something in his expression calling out to you. You walked up to him and allowed him to put his arms around you. “Where’s Ilona?” He asked softly. You smiled. “With the other children. I think they’re playing one last epic round of hide and seek.” That answer seemed to calm him, free his thoughts for other topics. The two of you stared out of the window in silence for a while. Eventually, he sighed. His chin leaned on your shoulder, and you could feel his apprehensiveness. “I’ve wanted to leave this godforsaken place for decades. To never have to see the Grand Palace again. But despite all of that leaving is…” He trailed off, his gaze wandering into the distance. “It’s harder than I expected.” You placed your hands on his arms around you, squeezed them gently. “You’ve built this place. It’s only understandable you find it difficult to leave behind.” He scoffed, and you knew that sound. He made it whenever he was feeling something he hadn’t expected to feel. “This was the first place I’ve ever felt safe in. The first at least relatively safe place for Grisha there’s ever been.” You gulped down a ball of tears. “You should be proud of that.” You whispered. At that, he finally smiled. “You’re right. This is a first draft- a product of the past. We’re moving into the future now.” Grasping one of his hands, you held it up to your lips to press a kiss against it. “Are there any things you still want to take with you? Any last thing you still want to do?” He turned you around in his embrace and pressed your back against the wall right next to the window. A playful glint was in his eyes now, and you were overwhelmed by the sheer happiness he exuded. “I could think of a few things.” He placed a naughty kiss against the side of your neck, and you giggled. “You’re insatiable.” He straightened back up to look at you again and took an impossible step closer to you. “For you? Always.” He breathed, and the time for laughter was over.
The move to your new home took about three days. You wanted to take your time, show Ilona the parts of Ravka she had never seen. But of all things, the Shadow Fold seemed to have awoken her interest the most. While the other children and many adults, too, huddled close for protection, she skipped ahead. Her head was continuously tilted upwards in an attempt to take everything in. “I think she’s sensing your power. It feels familiar to her.” You smiled, taking your husband’s arm. His gaze was fixed to your daughter’s small figure, and his eyes glistened suspiciously. It was only then it dawned upon you- the Fold had been his biggest mistake, his very own monster- an abomination. Seeing his own daughter treat it with so much innocent fascination must have stirred hurt parts of his soul you couldn’t even begin to imagine. Your smile died down into a face of quiet adoration. You took a step back and left Aleksander to have this moment by himself. After centuries, he probably had been starving for one like it. After a few minutes, he turned around, his gaze seeking yours. There weren’t many Grisha around, most of them had moved already, so he allowed himself to keep his guards a bit lower than he usually did in the presence of other people. You sent him an encouraging smile and caught up with him to take his hand. “Do you want to catch up with her? We should probably get back to the coach if we want to make it out of the fold by noon.” He returned your smile, then took off towards your daughter in quick strides. “I’m coming to get you, Ilona!” She put up quite the fight, but in the end, she curled into her father’s arms, still giggling. She had always loved playing catch with him, even when her legs had barely carried her for more than a few steps. You didn’t miss the way Aleksander first glanced at the Fold around him, kept at bay by your powers, and then buried his face in Ilona’s hair. He was cherishing every moment of this. The next day, Nostova’s walls finally appeared on the horizon. The name you had ended up deciding on for your new country meant home, and you already felt a fierce kind of pride for it. “It’s just like the drawings.” You marvelled while finally riding through the gates. The bright Fabrikator made walls gleamed in the afternoon walls, and behind every corner, something new took your breath away. Eventually, you finally arrived at the most important building- your new home. It slightly resembled the Little Palace but looked… homier. There was enough space for administrative offices, meeting rooms, ballrooms for celebrations and a great hall to receive visitors. Emissaries from Ravka or Grisha with petitions, things of that sort. Walking through it, an eternal look of astonishment seemed to take hold of your face. It took you everything not to openly gape at the beautiful furnishings, the symbol of your nation etched into the entrance hall’s stone. An eagle, half shrouded by shadows, half dipped in light. It looked proud, grim, protective. And not like the Ravkan eagle at all. But what you liked most of it all were your new private chambers. There was space enough for at least four more toddlers, a library of your favourite books, a sitting room with a painting of you and your husband. It felt regal and comfortable at the same time. There was a private little staircase from your and Ilona’s bedrooms to the garden, something Aleksander had specifically requested. The Fabrikators had outdone themselves, and you only hoped they would feel the same pride in their work as you felt looking at it. The compensation they had received for their work would allow them more than comfortable lives in Nostova, lives they would hopefully enjoy. Your heart almost bursting with happiness, you watched Ilona and your husband take your new living quarters by storm, your little princess loudly counting down everything she approved of. With an inward sigh, you realized how spoiled she was going to be here. But whenever you talked to Aleksander about that he never seemed to quite understand the problem. ‘Let her be spoiled’, he only always said. Sometimes you forgot just how wrapped around Ilona’s little fingers he was. An odd thought struck you at the sight of your little family. This, Nostova, would be the first time in so long Grisha families would be able to stay together. Children would have their mothers and fathers again, would be allowed to train their powers with them by their side. “You look a little choked up, my love.” Your husband said teasingly, coming to a halt in front of you. His breathing was heavy from all the running around with your girl, and his hair was a mess. The darkling you had first met at the Fold years ago would claw his eyes out at the sight. You grinned at him, completely at ease with your husband seeing your emotions. “I’m just beginning to realize what all of this means. It’s incredible.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, at which Ilona demanded he return to her so they could explore the rest of your rooms. You and your husband shared a laugh, taking a moment to revel in your happiness. “I have a surprise for you later.” He whispered into your ear, and then he was gone, back to playing with your daughter. You had to refrain from fanning your face. Your cheeks felt very hot all of a sudden.
“Where are we going?” You whisper shouted, tightly holding onto your husband’s hand. This definitely wasn’t the kind of surprise you had expected. Aleksander chuckled and just kept dragging you in the direction of Nostova Castle’s main wing. After many halls and double doors, he finally came to a halt in front of a set of gilded doors. He positioned himself between you and them, an impish smile on his face. “I know I told you you’ve already seen most of the castle, but I wanted to keep this as a surprise for you. Show it to you when it’s just us two.” You lifted your eyebrows, your excitement starting to match with his. “What is it?” He bit his lips, seemingly conflicted. “Close your eyes.” He finally commanded. You breathed out a laugh in surprise but complied. “For someone who’s centuries-old, you really do behave childishly sometimes.” Your husband chuckled. “Now, dearest wife. Don’t stab where it hurts. Besides, you have centuries ahead of you yourself.” At that, you smiled. You did. Centuries by your husband’s side, centuries to watch your children grow up in peace and find love themselves. Your husband had already led you into the room behind the golden doors. Your steps echoed loudly, a sign of its probable grandeur. The two of you stopped and you felt Aleksander step behind you. “Would you give us a little light, my sun?” Smiling, eyes still closed, you called upon enough light to dip your surroundings in a light glow. “This…” He started, then sighed. “This is the most important room in the castle. We’ll receive guests here, announce decisions… open your eyes. This is our throne room.” Your eyes snapped open, and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips. Just in front of you, on top of a few stairs, two breath-taking chairs overlooked the room. To your feet, a stunning mosaic of a sun in eclipse was let into the floor. One of the chairs was made of part gold, part glass, the glass reflecting your light beautifully and sending it through the room in tiny specks. The other one was made of the darkest wood, silver stars worked into the back- and armrests. But that wasn’t even the most beautiful aspect of them. The chairs stood a few inches apart, but where they were closest to each other they bled into the colour of the other. The golden one’s side was dipped in black, the black one’s side in gold. They were undeniably yours. Still rendered speechless, you climbed the stairs and sat down in the golden chair. It was surprisingly comfortable, and from it, you could oversee the throne room in its entirety. It was beautiful and regal enough to put Ravka’s Palace’s rooms to shame. The Darkling looked at you nervously, awaiting a reaction. You smiled at him and beckoned him to join you. “It’s beautiful.” You said happily, a smile growing across your husband’s face in return. He sat down in his place next to you, and for a moment the two of you just sat there and took in the view. This was your status now. Sovereigns of your very own nation, with thrones to call your own. You got up from your seat, enjoying the Darkling’s eyes on you. You stepped in front of him and slowly curtsied, conjuring your best demure expression. “Moi soverennyi.” You breathed out, looking at him from beneath your lashes. He chuckled, but you didn’t miss the hunger flashing in his eyes. You had decided to stick with his old title and have people address you as such, too. Nostova felt like it had outgrown the concept of Kings and Queens, but you and your husband both still undeniably held the power over the state. Feeling bold in the dark of the night, you sank into your husband’s lap. He was quick to pull you close, put his arms around you. “How improper you are, my lady.” You stifled a laugh. “I had to see if yours is comfortable, too, didn’t I?” He chuckled and littered kisses against your jaw, your cheek, your neck. “I can’t even tell you with how much joy it fills me to see you so happy here. Ilona, too.” Still smiling, you played with fingers. “I am happy.” You confirmed. “Happy we finally have made our place in the world. Made it ours. At the perfect timing, too.” You felt Aleksander start at that, and he turned you in his lap so he could look at your face. “What do you mean?” He looked confused, and a bit scared. Deciding he could stay like that for a moment, you just took him in, smoothed his hair back. He was beautiful. Powerful, dangerous, yours. “Don’t you feel it?” It wouldn’t hurt him to tease him a bit more. Just like he always did when he wanted to feel what you felt he sought out the touch of your skin on his- and shuddered. “Oh my.” He whispered and touched you again as if to make sure. “My love!” His gaze locked with yours, wide with surprise. Then, the most brilliant smile split his sometimes eternal frown. “Is it really-?” You nodded and placed a hand on your belly. “Ilona will have her first sibling soon.” With that, Aleksander started frantically talking. “I must have been so distracted by all the planning that I haven’t even noticed it, I can’t believe it! Our second child! For how long! We must make preparations at once, call a Healer-” Tears of joy in your eyes, you shut him up with a kiss on the lips. “I’ve already talked to Asa, the same healer as last time. He figures I’m about four moons along. So there’s still plenty of time for us to prepare.” Aleksander just looked at you completely starstruck for a moment. “I love you.” He finally murmured. You smiled, placing your hand on top of his on your belly. “I love you more.”
Soon after, your first son would be born. Your lovely little boy, named Kiran. Ilona was completely smitten with him, just like you and your husband. After him, four more children followed. Some were sun summoners like you, some shadow summoners like your beloved husband, some both, like Ilona. But all of them would gain legendary status throughout the centuries. They would travel the world, help settle conflicts between the neighbouring countries that rose and fell as if in the blink of an eye. Nostova, on the contrary, remained eternal. Like you and your husband. Its peace had allowed Grisha to grow stronger than ever, and your nation now counted many thousand people as its citizens. Sometimes, your children would visit you in your capital. Some of them had settled down there, too, like Ilona. She had married a heartrender, and their children came to play with you and your husband on Sundays. Your life had become gentle, and kind. You could see it in your husband’s face, too, every day. Only the boldest of kings and queens dared threaten your home, and it barely happened for any of them to follow through with their threats. Neither you nor your husband had any regular fighting or defending to do. You had been allowed to devote yourselves to ruling justly and fair, raise a healthy nation. In the mornings, you stood by your bedroom’s window and watched young Grisha train the use of their powers. In the evenings, you fell asleep side by side, still giggling about the day’s happenings just like when you had both been young and restless. Grisha from all over the world had found peace. And so had you.
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