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bevanne46 · 10 days

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How to Build a Fabric Stash without Breaking the Bank

Fabric can be expensive but it doesn’t have to be. If you are not stuck on Name Brands or Specialty Fabric Store Exclusives here are some ways to build your fabric stash without costing an arm and a leg. I have made many beautiful quilts using various fabrics from various supplies. And I believe that the quality is not just in the fabric you use but also in your stitch work and seams sizes. If your seams are less than a ¼” they will not hold (personally I prefer to use a ½” seam allowance). If you are not securing your thread ends, your stitch work is going to come undone. So be sure to watch these things too.

Look for fabric at your local Thrift Store (Goodwill, Value Village, etc.)

I have found some wonderful fabrics in various sizes, notions, storage items and more at my local Thrift Stores. I have even found unfinished quilt tops that I have brought home and added a backing to then quilted. Remember that almost any size fabric remnant can be added to other remnants to make some wonderful scrappy quilts so save your own remnants after making a quilt, you may be able to use it later in another quilt.

Look for local Fabric Sales held by Quilting Guilds in Your Area.

We have 2 near me every summer.One charges $2 per pound for any fabric. The second one charges $2 per yard for any fabric. Both also sell batting, notions, books, machines, tools, and more.

Look for fabric on Facebook Marketplace, Nextdoor and other sites.

I sell extra fabric on Marketplace and Nextdoor. I have also found several ladies near me selling fabric that I have purchased. And some I have purchased with shipping to me.

Look for older 100% Cotton Sheets at your local Thrift Stores.

Back in the 1800’s and early 1900’s, Quilts were not show pieces. They were real functional blankets that were made from any and all fabrics they could get, usually used clothing. I think there is no reason why we cannot still do that instead of buying expensive fabrics. I have often used clothing, sheets, curtains, and other linens to make some wonderful, usable quilts. And there are some wonderful patterns you can use for quilts in bedsheets from the 1980’s and 1990’s. Note: I always wash anything from a Thrift Store before I use it.

Watch for Fabric Sales and Coupons for Joanns, Hobby Lobby and other Fabric & Craft Stores.

I know some quilters believe that the fabric from Joanns & Hobby Lobby is poor quality but I have not found any bad fabric from these stores. We do not have a “Quilting” store close to me and because I’m handicapped, I will not drive an hour or more just to buy expensive fabric. If I did that, I wouldn’t be able to afford to quilt. I will also buy fabric from Walmart but I am more careful with my selection there as most fabric at Walmart is good but I have had one or two pieces that I felt were poorer quality.

Watch for Fabric Sales and Coupons for your Local Quilt Shop.

Quilt shops will also have occasional sales and/or coupons so if you prefer to shop at these locations take notice of when they have sales. Also ask if they ever give discounts to seniors or military.

Use New or Older Clothing.

I have made a lot of beautiful Memorial Quilts from a loved one’s clothing and T-Shirt quilts. I will use jeans, work shirts, uniforms, flannel, cotton, polyester and even some knits. These can be a little trickier to work with because they are often stretchy fabrics but they will add a wonderful texture and visual variance to your quilts. I recently found a pair of cotton pants with Mickey Mouse on them. I fell in love with them because they were so colorful, and I love bold colors. I found several other cotton fabrics that matched the colors in the Mickey pants and made a bold colorful quilt!

Rethink Your Backing Fabric

No one ever said your quilt backing had to be all New Cotton. You can use Fleece, Flannel or Bed Sheets as well. On many occasions I have found some wonderful fleece blankets on clearance and used these for my quilt backing. Joanns right now has a great clearance sale on Flannel fabric. The best part about using some of these is that you can get then in a wider width so you may be able to make your backing in all one piece instead of 2 or more like when using regular cotton (unless you want your backing to be in various colors/patterns). You can also use new or older cotton bed sheets for a quilt backing. Again, you can make your quilt backing in one solid piece with a sheet!

Check the Clearance Section for Your Favorite On-Line Stores

I have several on-lines stores that I love to shop from (e-Quilter, Missouri Star, etc.) but sometimes they can be expensive so I always check the clearance section of these stores. There are times I will find some beautiful fabrics on clearance so will purchase it then look for matching piece everywhere else so I can get the best deals. Also check for on-line sales from Joanns, Hobby Lobby and other on-lines stores that sell fabric and/or sheets.

Check Out Your Local Garage, Moving and Estate Sales

I have found some of the best deals at moving and estate sales because often the seller is willing to bargain with you. I once found an estate sale where a family was selling off all their mother’s quilting and sewing items because she had passed away and none of then sewed. There was more fabric and notions than I would have used in a year so I found lots of thread and items I purchased at a great price.

Note on Batting

I know that many quilters believe that the only batting you should use is expensive cotton batting. I disagree. There are many forms of batting. Cotton/Poly blends, Polyester, and Fleece. I love cotton batting but cotton will break down quicker than polyester and I want my quilts to last a lifetime so for most of my quilts I actually use Polyester more often than not. I have taken the backing off many older quilts to do repair work and the cotton batting inside was all balled up and a real mess.

Now when I am doing the Quilt-as-you-Go method I use a Fleece batting. The fleece can be cut into smaller pieces, fabric added to the top and then sewn back together to make wonderful quilts. And the batting doesn’t get stuck in my machine.

Shop Around for your batting to find the best deals. Sometimes Joanns has a sale on batting but the best price I have found so far has been Walmart on-line. I can buy a 96” x 9 yard Bolt of Poly Batting for just $30 on Walmart on-line. This bolt will make 4+ quilts depending on the size of the quilt and I will have lots of left overs for smaller projects like pillows, etc. For me the best part is that because it’s 96” wide, I don’t have to piece together my batting before I can sandwich my quilt!

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scribeofwinchesters · 2 months

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Secrets and Lies: Chapter 12 - Absolution

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 5,280

Summary: “I can’t change what I did and truly all I want is your forgiveness. Not absolution–or–or salvation… Just… forgiveness.”

Series Rating: Explicit/18+ TW: Rape/Non-con

Previous chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Sevenandahalf Eight Nine Ten Eleven

A/N: I hope you all like this chapter and if my story makes you feel something, reblogs, comments, asks, etc are always welcome <3 Alsooo don't worry. This is not the end. I felt like this seemed like an ending so I wanted to be clear. I feel like I've been giving y'all blue balls so don't worry, we're gonna get our smut on real soon, folks! ;) Most likely the next part will also wrap everything up and will be the last part but I'm already working on a new sam x reader fic that takes place at the beginning of s.10 but is a continuation of the same relationship that is present in all my fics.

Tag list: @lauraashley93 @stoneyggirl2 @tiggytaylor @park-simphwa @dottirose

When you first woke sometime later, you continued to drift in and out of consciousness for what seemed like hours. You were faintly aware of Sam’s presence on the other side of you–your feet tangled with his legs as he curved around you. But the meds Dean gave you were strong and continued to pull you back down into unconsciousness.

In the hazy moments of awareness, you could hear Sam and Dean talking quietly to each other. Their voices lulled you back into a comforted sleep. Another moment, despite your back to him, you could feel Sam sitting back against the headboard, reading. Each rustle of the pages turning was a quiet thrill that made you smile unconsciously in your sleep, even more so when he began using his free hand to casually caress figure eights onto your back.

Sometime after that, you found Sam alongside you, over the blankets but still snuggled against you, his flanneled arm draped over you. He’d laced fingers with yours and held your hand over your heart. You felt him nuzzle his nose into your hair and inhale deeply before gently pressing his lips to the crown of your head. This, combined with the sun shining in from the window by the door and your desperate thirst, was enough to finally push you fully into consciousness.

The ice bag rested heavily on top of your cheek and was as cold as ever. Dean must have made a fresh one.

You whined softly as you stretched your legs and let out a yawn. Instinctively, you moved your arms and Sam withdrew his, allowing you to stretch them out in front of you, noticing with each shift the aches in parts of you that you didn’t even know could ache. Your lungs felt bruised, somehow, from the strain the shifter had put on them in its attempt to suffocate you. The large bruises on the back of your arms, your waist, and your thighs where it had coiled itself tightly around you pulsed out painful reminders.

You turned over, taking the ice bag with you, and nestled it between your cheek and the pillow. Each movement brought on more frustration, stirring you further from your sleep as you wrestled with your appendages in a vain attempt to settle into a position that didn’t hurt.. Grasping the top sheet in your fingers, you pulled your hands together and rested them beneath your chin.

You blinked slowly as your eyes adjusted to the light.

Sam was right there, watching you. His face lit up as your eyes settled on his. His shaggy, brown hair was tucked behind his ears and he was dressed in jeans and an old grey and blue flannel. You took stock of the bandages on his neck and cheek and chin and wondered how many more there were that you couldn’t see.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hey,” you croaked. A beat passed before you painfully cleared your throat and asked, “When was the last time you laid in bed this late?”

Sam smirked as he thought about it for a moment. “Laid in bed with you, like this? At three in the afternoon? Hmm…,” his eyes narrowed on you as he thought. “Probably a few months… Was it New Year's Day? … Certainly not often enough.”

Your heart raced and you took as deep a breath as you could manage. Sam wouldn’t be talking to you like this if he hadn’t decided to stay, right?

“New resolution: stay in bed more,” you rasped with a careful smile before a tiny cough caught in your throat and you pulled the sheet over your mouth as you let it out.

“I can get on board with that,” Sam said grinning broadly as he climbed off the bed and made his way around. He grabbed the full cup from the nightstand as you carefully pulled yourself back to rest against the headboard. A groan or a hiss escaped your lips with each painful movement. Sam leaned over you, careful not to spill the water, and adjusted the pillow behind your back before moving the ice bag to the nightstand. He crouched down and handed you the cup which you drank down in seconds, stopping once to cover a painful cough.

Sam’s brow furrowed as he tried to force his concerned frown into a smile. He grabbed Dean’s steel water container and refilled your cup as you held it out for him. Once he was sure you weren’t going to chug the second cup as well, he joined you back on the bed. This time he sat with his legs crossed under him and faced you.

You glanced around the room. “Dean?”

“Supply run,” Sam said. You nodded before taking a sip of water. He watched you for several long moments before looking away, as if steeling his nerves. He took a deep breath and when he turned back you saw that his eyes were glistening again, like last night, and you were back in that old place, the place where your heart ached and begged to stop all of his pain and guilt and regret and longed to remind him how worthy and caring and honorable he was and how all the bullshit he’d endured wasn’t on him...

You took another sip and closed that door in your mind. You weren’t sure Sam still wanted you to take care of him in that way and until you were, that wasn’t a weight you could take on… not right now.

“Y/n… I’m so-”

“I’m okay, Sam,” you said, cutting him off. The corners of your lips twitched up into your best attempt at a reassuring smile. “Dean stopped it. I’m still here. You’re still here. Everything’s okay.”

Okay, so maybe that door didn’t close so easily…

“Please, y/n, just let me say this,” he said before inhaling sharply. “I— I never should have left.”

You shook your head at him. “Please don’t do that.”

“What?”

“We both know by now that shit just happens and all any of us can do is be there to help pick up the pieces, maybe stop it if we’re lucky. We’re not always going to be lucky,” you shrugged. “So don’t act like you should have done something–like you could have done something… because clearly, life doesn’t work that way.”

Sam swallowed hard and looked away from you. “I never should have taken that damn case. I should have given it to Dean. I should have come straight home,” he muttered.

“Sam,” you said before biting anxiously at your bottom lip. The thing that had been gnawing at the edge of your thoughts was finally ready to bubble out. “Look, I know this has thrown a wrench in your, uh, plans. I still mean what I said the other night–if you’re not ready to come back, don’t do it just because of–because of all this. I’ll be okay for a bit. Awhile even. If you have any doubts… about–about us–I need you to deal with them before you–if you decide to…” You stumbled over your words and took a sharp breath, ready to push past the one word you couldn’t get your mouth to utter. “if you can– if you can forgive me.”

Sam dragged his hand down his face as the tears started to slip down his cheeks. He pinched his bottom lip anxiously like he did when research was beginning to fail him. Normally, when you caught him doing that, you’d walk up behind him and pull his hands into yours as you leaned over and pecked little kisses down the side of his face until you found his lips, and–still grasping his hand in yours–tilted his face up and pressed your lips to his, taking a long, silent moment before opening your mouth to him and slipping your tongue gently and momentarily between his lips. Your breath turned shallow from the memories and you quickly wiped away a tear as you wondered how you’d ever be able to keep yourself from him.

Sam stared up at the ceiling a moment before looking back and studying you for a long moment. His brows knit together and suddenly he leaned toward you and pulled you into his arms as he lifted you with an almost disconcerting ease. You fought through the ache in your muscles as you shifted your legs and nestled yourself around his hips before resting your chin on his shoulder and encircling him in your arms. He slowly caressed his fingers up and down your back.

“Sam…,” you said softly against his ear, your chin pushing into his shoulder as you spoke.

“You know… when I was out in the woods, setting up my tent, hiking the trails, just trying to clear my mind–that plan completely backfired. All I could think about was you. I watched the creeks flowing, saw little pools of minnows and frogs and swimming ducks and I thought of you and how much you’d love it. I saw an owl up high in a tree and I wished I could show you. I watched the sunset and I wished you were there holding my hand, telling me what the colors reminded you of. I stared up at the stars and I swear I saw your face. The moon was a beautiful, clear, perfect crescent–just like you always love to point out to me when you see it. You were everywhere. It was so much that I almost prayed to Cass, sure that he was doing this to me on purpose. But I knew better. It wasn’t Cass or any other magic. It was just… you. My love for you.”

Your heart caught in your throat and tears streamed down your cheeks as he spoke. You pulled your chin down to the fabric above his clavicle and pressed a kiss into him as you shifted your grip on your forearm, squeezing him tighter as your tears dripped onto Sam’s back.

“I couldn’t sleep. I debated calling you–debated if I should just pack up and drive back home to you. Then I got news from a hunter about a case close to home and decided I could wrap it up quick and be home in a couple of days and that way you’d still get your space–in case you needed it now–after–after the way I’d treated you that night.”

“Sam,” you said, whispering his name again. That wasn’t your favorite memory but you didn’t want it to be something he berated himself for forever.

“I know, just let me finish. I need to say this.”

You loosened your embrace on him and trailed your fingers up his neck, unintentionally eliciting a soft gasp from him at your touch. Your fingers found your target as you brushed them–opened and closed–around his crown, gliding slowly through his hair. His chest, pressed to you, fell and rose shallower now.

“Oh my god… you're making this… more difficult than I imagined,” he said, his voice strained.

“Sorry,” you said, the small smile evident in your tone. “It’s just… this last week has been incredibly–excessively–unbearably shitty and I needed you so bad–not needed you, needed you–just–you know–needed you. Dean did his best–the best friend I could ever ask for–but when you hold me–I feel… healed… salvageable… I’m not-”

“Shh…,” Sam soothed you as he gripped your shoulders and pulled you away from him so that he could look into your eyes. “I’m here and I got you and I’m not going anywhere. Now, listen to me. Of course I forgive you, okay? I forgive you a million times over. Tell me you’d make the same choice again and again and I’ll say, ‘Yes, do it’. Tell me you need to wipe my mind again right now and I’ll say, ‘Please’ without giving it another thought. If you made a call then it was the right one. Full stop. I know you, and you know me,” he said, squeezing your shoulders before letting go and cupping either side of your face in his wide palms, ensuring you couldn’t look away from him as he spoke but careful to avoid the laceration on your cheek.

“It took me a little bit to sort through the memories of that night after Cass gave them back to me. At first all I could see was you–bloody, screaming in agony as I lifted you–I woke up hearing that scream in my nightmares, y/n… but then, there it was, a thought that prickled at the back of my mind as I held you so still that my arms were cramping–you didn’t deserve this life and Dean and I were monsters for pulling you into it–for keeping you in it. This is why we don’t do attachments in this life. It’s not safe. And loving me was going to be the death of you.”

You shook your head and he let go of you, dropping his hands to find yours, weaving each finger with his.

“You were right, y/n,” he said. “Don’t you see? You were right.”

“No, Sam,” you said, still shaking your head. “Don’t do that. I was wrong, okay? My choices were wrong. I can’t change what I did and truly all I want is your forgiveness. Not absolution–or–or salvation… Just… forgiveness.

Sam closed his eyes and was silent for several long seconds as your words washed over him. Finally, he whispered, “I love you,” and leaned forward to press his lips chastely against yours before he pulled back just enough for his heavy breath to warm your skin. “Is this okay?” he asked.

You paused, surprised at yourself for not immediately responding, ‘yes’. And realized you were not sure what to make of it, of him. And his beautiful words were too much. It was all overwhelming.

“Y/n?”

“I’m so sorry,” you said as you dropped your head into your hands and squeezed your eyes shut. Fresh tears dripped into your palms as you quietly sobbed.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me–I know you’re Sam. You are Sam. You are my Sam. And I adore you, too. You know that, right?” you asked. “I can’t find all the words right now to convey it the way you did. I’m so–it’s just been a–a shitty fucking week,” you said as you lifted your red, blotchy face up to look at him and took in several slow, deep breaths.

Sam’s eyes widened with concern and you saw his chest rise and fall rapidly with panicked breaths. “I do–I do know that,” he said as fresh tears misted his eyes. You could see he wanted to comfort you, to hold you, but he wasn’t sure anymore if that was right, so he pulled himself away.

Your tears came harder then and you gripped the comforter into a ball. You were furious, you wanted to scream out in anguish. You wanted to stop. fucking. crying. But you couldn’t. It all just spilled out and all you wanted was for Sam to wrap you in a hug and hold you and kiss your forehead and stroke your back, but there was another part of you that wanted him to stay away from you–to leave you the fuck alone.

You felt like you were being torn in two and it was an emotional agony that paled in comparison to what you felt the night you and Sam fought or even the misery of the days after. You stood and fumbled around your boots and clothing, looking for your phone. Sam’s voice sounded like it was being carried over a pool of water that sat above you as he called your name. You ignored him. You found your phone on the nightstand, no doubt plugged in and charged thanks to the ever thoughtful Sam, and made your way to the bathroom where you shut the door behind you, too scared to look back at him. It broke your heart to imagine his expression upon hearing the soft click of the lock but you did it all the same.

You turned the cold knob on the sink and tried to focus on the sound of the rushing water as you cupped your hands under the stream and watched the water rush across your skin in airy streams. It was cool and calming and you splashed several handfuls over your face before patting it dry with the hand towel, careful of your cut.

You unlocked your phone and called Dean.

“Y/n?” Dean asked as he answered the phone before the first ring had even finished.

“Dean?”

“You good?”

“I, uh–yeah, I’m good,” you lied.

Dean could hear the congestion in your voice and knew you’d been crying.

In an instant his tone turned gravelly and flat. “What’s wrong?”

“I just, um, I know it’s Sam but–I don’t know why but I suddenly wasn’t so sure–but that doesn’t make sense because I do know–I do know that’s Sam,” you choked back your tears and swallowed hard. “He–I just…,” you trailed off. There was a silence between you for a moment.

“Y/n, the shifter’s dead, okay? I killed it. And I just got the other one into the trunk so we can burn it, too. I’ll be there in ten but in the meantime, I’m sure Sam won’t mind if you have to test him again to be sure, okay, kiddo?”

You nodded to yourself. “Okay,” you whispered before sniffing and wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

“Deep breaths,” Dean reminded you.

You took a deep breath and winced at the sharp pain in your lungs as you inhaled.

“Sorry,” you said as a guilty tear spilled down your cheek.

“Don’t be. I’ll stay on the phone with you ‘til I’m back,” he said.

You took another deep breath and counted to five before letting it out and counted to five again as you exhaled, ignoring the pain.

“Thanks, but I think I’ll be okay, Dean,” you said as you hung up the phone before he could counter you.

You glanced in the mirror for the first time since you weren’t even sure when. Your hair was a crazy, tangled mess and your face was stamped with a bright splotch of red across your cheek, an almost perfect handprint. The two butterfly closures held the broken skin together. There was a big, dark bruise forming beneath your eye, above the cut. The shifter really had hit you as hard as it could, which was saying something for a monster. You quickly brushed through your hair with your fingers and pulled it into a manageable but loose bun. You turned to face the door and shut your eyes as you gently shook your whole self, before slowly opening the door. Sam sat at the edge of the bed, waiting quietly as he fidgeted with his fingers.

“You scared me,” he murmured as he looked up at you.

“Sorry,” you said as you hesitated in the doorway. “I know you’re not…,” you trailed off and took a slow step toward him. “Your whole being–your whole presence is the opposite of it so I know you’re not–but for a second a part of me was there again and–well, without Dean here–I’m sorry. Not that you–” you said, fumbling over your words before Sam cut you off.

“You don’t have to explain it to me,” Sam said. “I know exactly what it’s like to have no idea what’s real and what’s in your head.”

Of course Sam would know; he’d told you vague stories of the torture he’d endured in the cage before you’d met him. The other pieces Dean filled in, about his visions of Lucifer taunting him, and the scar on his palm that reminded him he was safe. When Sam was having a really bad day you’d sometimes gently trace a finger across that scar to remind him of that fact. And on even worse days, when you had a moment alone, you’d peck small kisses to it.

He held his hand out and waited for you to take it as you approached him. When you did, he pulled you to him and wrapped his arms around your hips as he nestled his face into your waist. You twisted your fingers in his hair as he sighed a ragged breath into you. You stood there just like that, silent, as Sam breathed in and out, comforted by your fingers tracing up and down his scalp and twisting idly in his hair.

“Will it help if you tell me about it?” he asked after a minute.

You considered the idea. “Maybe–later though, or tomorrow–not yet–and besides, Dean’s gonna be back soon,” you said. He looked up at you. Those big, pitiful–beautiful eyes that you’d walk across shattered glass and hot coals to see just one more time. You didn’t need to cut his arm to know he wasn’t a shifter. This was all Sam. You disentangled a hand from his hair and lightly prodded at his left arm causing him to release you. You slid your fingers down the length of his arm as he bent it up to you. When you reached his wrist you gently grasped it in your palm and pulled it up to your lips so you could press a kiss to his scarred palm.

“I love you,” you murmured as you released his wrist. He glided his palm across your jaw and cupped it as he rose to his feet. Your other arm slid down and you slipped it under the back of his shirt to hold him just above his hip, urging him to stay close.

“Love you,” he whispered back. He held fastly, now, to either side of your face as he ducked down and pressed his lips to yours. You released his hip and lifted your hands, resting them over his as he held you, ensuring he didn’t release you before you were ready. You opened your lips to him and he hesitated for the briefest second before deepening the kiss and slipped his tongue momentarily along yours. You could feel the electricity buzzing between you as he started to pull back. You leaned forward and captured his lips with yours.

“More,” you murmured against his mouth. Obedient as always, Sam kissed you back, hungrily now, like he needed your lips on his to sustain himself. He angled your face up and deepened the kiss with his tongue. Gently, he sucked your bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it and going back to your lips for more. You sighed into him as you released his hands. He let one trail over your neck as the other gripped your waist, pulling you closer and eliciting a low gasp from your lips. You cupped the side of his face with one hand as you let the other one return to his hair, just behind his ear where you drew light circles with your thumb.

“I should shower,” you said, remembering Dean was on his way.

“I’m the one that needs the cold shower,” he whispered with a smirk as you rested your hands on his chest.

“Oh please, it takes way more than that to get you going.”

“Don’t be so sure,” he said as he gently grasped your hand and pulled it down so that you could feel his partially stiffened cock beneath his jeans. He smiled at the blush that flushed your cheeks as he shifted sideways, turning his back to the door and walked you backwards toward the bathroom.

“I really missed you,” he said as he pressed his lips to the juncture of your neck and jaw.

The roar of the Impala broke the trance and you broke apart. You listened as Dean pulled the car to the door and cut the engine off. Dean entered the room in a rush, not even bothering to shut the car door behind him. He looked to you and then to Sam and arched an eyebrow. You made your way to Dean as Sam sat uncomfortably down at the edge of the bed, tugging at his jeans as he crouched.

“You good, sweetheart?”

“Something like that,” you said as you hugged him. “Thanks for–”

“ ‘Course,” he said as he continued to study you before glancing again to Sam. “Okay, well, you two ready to put this place in the rearview after we eat a quick bite? Because I sure as shit am,” he said as he clapped his hands and rubbed his palms together. He turned and made his way back out the motel door, leaving it hanging open as he rifled through the back seat before returning with a plastic bag and a paper tray with three sweating cups of ice cold soda in one hand and a brown paper bag that smelled greasy and warm and delicious in the other. The smell awakened your appetite and your stomach rumbled in response.

“Holy shit, I’m fucking hungry,” you said, eliciting a small chuckle from Sam.

“Good, cause I got your favorite cheeseburger: extra mustard, extra pepper, add jalapenos,” Dean said as he kicked the door shut behind him and set the drinks down on the table.

Your mouth watered as you took the bag from Dean and set it on the table, hungrily pulling a fistful of fries from the bag, and stuffing them in your mouth as you took a seat. You didn’t have the heart to tell him your throat may be too sore to enjoy mustard and jalapenos and you were too hungry to really care.

“Hey, those better not be my fries!” Dean shouted. You stiffened and glanced hesitantly in his direction. Sam’s lips twitched up into a small smile at you before he saw that Dean was handing him the plastic bag.

“Oh, thanks,” he said hesitantly as he squinted at the bag.

“Only thing around here was a wally-world so those’ll have to do,” Dean said as he made his way back to the table and sat across from you. He pulled one of the cups from the tray and took a long pull.

You were already three bites into your burger and had dumped the fries on to the paper wrapping when Dean fished his food out of the bag. You turned and watched as Sam pulled a large shoe box from the bag and lifted one of the boots out. They were steel-toe, dark brown work boots. “They’ll definitely do,” he said as he pulled them on and fussed with the laces. To you, they looked closer to something Dean would choose for himself than what Sam normally wore but the options were surely slim.

“You gonna eat, Sammy?” Dean asked a moment later. You looked back to see Sam was still at the edge of the bed, watching you and Dean devour your meals. There was a hesitancy in his eyes that confused you and you furrowed your brows at him. He shook his head and smiled as he stood up.

“So, the bunkers good?” you asked Dean after handing Sam his burger. There were only two seats at the small dinette table so Sam sat at the foot of Dean’s bed and took a careful bite of his cheeseburger.

“Good as it can be,” he said as he chewed a large bite. “Cass said everything was fine. Had to have been some kind of spell–a cloaking spell or an entry spell–that either the shifter already knew or got from, you know, Sam’s beautiful mind,” he said before taking another pull from his soda.

You grimaced at the thought. Sam let out a guilty huff before leaning his long body off the bed and over to the table and to take one of your fries as he kissed your cheek.

“S’okay,” you said as he sat back down. You lifted your leg and rubbed your pointed toe along the side of his calf. A pained smile crossed his face as he looked to you.

You finished the last bite of your cheeseburger and took a giant gulp from the soda, tossed a few fries quickly in your mouth and stood up, wiping your hands off with a napkin. “Finish my fries for me, Sam,” you said. “Gonna shower real quick.”

Sam’s palm rested on his knee and you made sure to pass him closely enough that you could graze two fingers over the back of his hand. His hand twitched reflexively from the sudden, unexpected touch.

“Be careful of your cut,” he whispered. You smiled tenderly at him from the doorway before turning and shutting the door.

You showered–for the first time since–and it felt so good to finally, really wash the shifter off. You let the hot water relax the tension in your shoulders and neck and scrubbed gently at your scalp with the motel shampoo. You paid extra attention with the sudsy washcloth, trying to make sure you scrubbed every part of you that the shifter touched. It wasn’t enough, you could still feel it and as the memories started to enter your mind, you hurried through the rest of your shower, not comfortable to be alone with your own thoughts.

When you were done, you put on fresh clothes you had tucked away in your go-bag. More plaid flannel, t-shirts and dark-washed jeans. The clothing was just practical for hunting, more than anything. Although, it was nice to look like you actually belonged with Sam and Dean when you went anywhere. Sometimes you would see other girls in their crop tops or chunky sweaters, baggy jeans and sneakers, floral dresses that cinched at the waist paired with platform boots–all things with even the vaguest whiff of a ‘fashion sense’ and you’d feel a pang of jealousy for yours long lost.

You brushed gently through your wet hair and pulled it into a quick braid, easy and out of the way, the short pieces fell loose around your face. You peered out of the bathroom. Sam was packing his bag on top of his side of the bed.

He looked up when he heard the door open and turned back to smile at you. The front door hung open and you could hear Dean packing up the Impala.

“You’re so cute,” he said. You shrugged as you slung your duffel over your shoulder.

You arched a brow at him. “I look like I went three rounds with a lawnmower,” you said with a huff of laughter as you sat at the edge of the bed to pull on your boots, dropping your bag back to the floor.

“I like when you braid your hair,” he said as he brushed one of the loose pieces back and tucked it behind your ear.

“Cut to me–practicing a dutch braid–then–cue the montage–as I perfect the waterfall braid, the half-up half-down twist, the mermaid, the fishtail and the low plait as ‘Every Little Thing She Does is Magic’ by The Police plays,” you said with a grin as you laced your boots.

Sam playfully rolled his eyes as he slung his bag over his shoulder before picking up yours and doing the same.

“I can carry it,” you said, as you stood up and slipped your phone into your back pocket.

“I know you can,” he said as he indicated for you to walk on in front of him. You shook your head before walking to the car and climbed in the backseat. Dean didn’t protest as Sam, too, climbed in back. You fell asleep, slumped against Sam’s shoulder, hands laced together over his knee as CCR crackled through the speakers.

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joshkiszkachaos · 1 year

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The Morning After

Paring: Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader

Summary: After a drunken night Y/n wakes up naked next to her high school crush Eddie Munson with no memory of the night before.

Warning: 18+, mentions of sex, bruises, hickies and alcohol use, light smut.

Waking up slowly, you blinked adjusting your eyes to the light. Looking around you realized you were not in your room. Panic filled your mind as your heart started to raise waking you up out of your daze. You felt hands on your lower waist and you flinched when you realized they weren't your own.

These hands belonged to someone who's bed you were currently in. You couldn't see the person beside you since their head was engulfed by the pillows and their hair fell down over their face. Removing the blanket you gently removed their hands from you by their wrists. As you inspected this person's hand you couldn't help but see they had tattoos and these tattoos seemed all too familiar.

No. It couldn't be, could it? Looking to the side to gather your thoughts and to decide if this was a dream or not, your eyes landed on the Corroded Coffin banner and Eddie's guitar hanging up on the wall. Not thinking about it for another second, you quickly placed his hands gently at his side making sure not to wake him, and you slowly slid over him off the bed. You cursed quietly to yourself when the floor creaked as it came in contact with your foot.

Feeling a slight breeze you looked down realizing you were naked. Quickly collecting your clothes from the floor, you put them on trying not to wake him. Thinking you succeeded, you let out a sigh of relief as you zipped up your jeans. Looking over at the bed, your eyes widened as they connected with another pair of deep brown ones. Your face was now turning red, you pulled your eyes from his and awkwardly looked around. Eddie leaned onto his elbow as he stared at you from the bed.

You rubbed your hands on your thighs nervously reconnecting your eyes with his you smiled. "Uhh hey Eddie. Last night was great but I'm sorry, I should be going now." You say trying to run over to the bedroom door just to get stopped by him. "Wait." You shut your eyes tight and prayed the he will just let whatever happened last night go without having to have a conversation about it.

Turning around you looked at him, he was shirtless and had only boxers on. You tried to look him in the eyes but his chest was basically on full display in front of you. He smiled and came closer to you "You're not leaving without having breakfast are you? After care is my specialty." He admits putting his hands on your shoulders leaving you to wonder how many times he's done this.

“I really think I should leave, my parents will be worried sick." You lie previous telling your parents you were staying over at your friend's house. Which is all your memory could replay at this point, now finding yourself somehow doing the walk of shame from your crushes house.

"No please stay, it's my treat." He's says practically begging you to stay. It was weird hearing this from him, did he really enjoy last night so much he wants me to stay? or does he see this as some sort of pay back for last night? A million questions formed in your head as Eddie took his hands off you and got dressed. Once he finished he walked back over to you and reached forward causing your eyes to widen. Closing them tight you waited for whatever contact he was going to make with you. However, it never came. Instead he reached around you and said "Excuse me." You opened your eyes and moved to the side letting him leave the room.

Eddie came back a second later and gave your clothes that you packed for the sleepover and a towel. "Here. If you wanna take a shower it's the second door on the left." He says smiling as he left again.

What the hell, how did your clothes end up here? Pushing the thought aside for a moment, you walked over to his bathroom and closed the door locking it. You sat the towel and your clothes down on the toilet lid and took off your clothes. The cold air suddenly hit your body as you stood there naked feeling strange in someone else's home. Looking at yourself in the mirror, your hair was a mess and your face was flushed you were embarrassed that you looked like that in front of Eddie.

However, that isn't what struck you the most there was countless bruises all over your body. Your thighs, your waist and chest were all covered in purple finger marks, on your neck and stomach laid fresh hickies. There was no way Eddie had done this last night, why would he want to after he'd seen you naked.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door making you jump "Hey, are pancakes alright with you?" He said through the door. "Yes." You managed to get out trying to cover yourself up as if he was about to burst through the door, even though you knew it was locked.

"Great." He said as you heard shuffling footsteps walk further away. Assuming he left you turned on the water and took your shower. After you showered, you dried off and got dressed. Since you didn't have a brush, you combed your fingers through your hair the best you could and left it at that. Collecting your dirty clothes, you walked down the hallway following the smell of pancakes.

"Hey, the pancakes are ready." He said smiling over at you while setting down two plates onto the kitchen table. You nod noticing your bag on the couch, you walked over to it and put your clothes inside. Turning back around you stood there for a moment stealing glances between Eddie and the front door thinking about how easy it'd be to get out of here. Just make an excuse and running seemed like the best thing to do without having to have an awkward conversation about how this was a one time deal.

As if Eddie read your mind, he turned around and looked at you "Your pancakes are getting cold love." You felt butterflies in your stomach at the nickname and you slowly walked over to the table and sat down. "Thank you." You said looking down at the plate of food in front of you. He nodded and started eating, with you following along.

It was silent until Eddie spoke up "So, how was last night?" I look up at him. "You know, did you enjoy it?" He says curiously as he put another piece of food in his mouth. "See thats the thing about last night, I don't remember anything that happened." You admitted to him as he looked shocked at you.

"You don't remember anything? Not even us, you know umm..." You shook your head no and he looked down thinking. "Well, I can tell you what happened if you want." He suggested casually. "Ok..." You said nervously but desperate to figure out how all this happened.

"Last night you and your friends came over here with some of my friends, then we all got drunk and somehow we ended up having sex." He says as his hand was slowly inching towards yours on the table.

"Oh." You said quietly as pulled your hands onto your lap. "Did you umm," you sigh looking down picking at your fingers. "Was it...okay?" You finished looking over at him. "I should be asking you that question. Judging by the looks of you, it was more than okay for me." He smirked and sat up straight pulling his hands back.

You laughed and nodded remembering the way you looked in the mirror. "Eddie can I ask you something?" You said nervously. "Yeah." He said pulling his chair closer to yours concerned. "Well, did you mind that I was umm...bigger than most girls?" He caught on immediately trying to catch your eyes as he lowered his head.

"No, not at all. Actually, it was kind of nice to have someone who I was not afraid to break and you know me, who am I to go along with what society rules is beautiful or not." He grinned while throwing his hands in the air enthusiastically.

You blushed at his attitude towards your question with shifting eyes, he sucked in a breath and held your hand in your lap. "I'm sorry about last night, I kind of bruised you up." He chuckles lightly as he stared at your neck and then back up to your eyes.

"It's okay." You said smiling slightly as a red tint flushed on your cheeks. You looked over at him and he was looking deep into your eyes almost like he was in his own world. Then he moves closer and stuck his thumb onto your lips and circled them before dragging your bottom lip down. "God you’re so sweet, I bet you taste like syrup." He scooted closer to you and you looked at him in shock as he stared at you like he was ready to devour you.

"Can I kiss you." He asked practically begging you to let him. You nodded not being able to form words.

He reached over and started to kiss you eagerly. You kissed him back softly afraid to make the wrong move. However, he kisses you with no care in the world licking all over your mouth capturing the sweetness of the syrup off the corners of your mouth. He grabbed your chair and pulled it towards himself earning a surprised gasp from you.

He took this chance to stick his tongue in your mouth and explore every crook and cranny there was. You moaned softly and kissed him passionately no longer afraid of the thoughts in your mind as they were now crowded with desire. Now lost in the kiss, he wrapped his hands around your waist and tried to pull you into him. You stood up a bit and leaned forward as you continued kissing him.

He pulled you down towards him as he signaled for you to sit down on him. You pulled away and he catched his breath looking up at you worried "Are you okay?" You looked away and sat back down in the chair "Yeah." He held your hands in your lap and he looked over at you with curiousity written all over his face "Then what's the problem?" Playing with his rings nervously you spoke "I'm too heavy for you." His eyebrows furrowed as he laughed to himself

"Babe that's like the whole point." He laughs nervously leaning in. "The pressure it umm feels good." He admits with shifting eyes. You looked up at him "Oh." staying silent trying to decide your next move. However Inside Eddie's head there was a war going on between his emotions. He wanted you to sit on him again but he tried to push those thoughts away and out of his head unsure of how you were feeling.

Fuck it, you thought as you got up surprising Eddie throwing one leg over his lap and straddling him. "Wha-" he let out a little moan as you fully sat down on top of him. Eddie was at a lost for words as he stared at you in shock and admiration. You stared deep into his chocolate eyes and slowly leaned in. You put your forehead against his and breathed him in as your lips hoved over his.

A minute went by before any of you did anything, Eddie broke it by kissing you softly and placing a hand on your jaw. You slowly kissed him back and then matched his pace when he sped up. Soon enough, you two were making out and as you slowly moved against him. It was almost like something snapped in him as he started kissing you hard and fast. Standing you two up, he pushed you halfway against the kitchen counter and grinded himself against you. Moaning you ran your hands through his hair as he ran his hands all over your body squeezing some parts tigther then others.

You guys continued kissing until the front door opened, both your heads snapped to the trailer door seeing Wayne standing there. Quickly, you both ripped yourselves off each other as you avoided eye contact with him awkwardly standing in the kitchen. He stood there looking at you guys for a moment before he walked into the trailer and took off his jacket and work shoes. He said nothing as he passed you both in the kitchen.

"Pancakes?" You spoke smiling over to him trying to break the heavy tension in the air . He opened the fridge and took out a beer "No thanks doll, I'm pretty tired from work." You nodded as he left the kitchen, stopping in the hallway he addressed Eddie. "Next time, be cautious of the time so I don't run into something like that again." Eddie nodded even though he couldn't see him "Yes sir." Hearing a door shut, you and Eddie both looked over at each other and fell into a fit of laughter.

#eddie x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #hellfire club #hellfire stranger things #eddie munsonxreader #eddie munson x plus size reader #x plus size reader #joseph quinn #x you #x reader #x female reader #munson #chubby #curvy

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punkshort · 3 months

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i had an idea to add to the ‘str’ extras post. i came across an insta account that details “things ____ loves/hates” (i will link an example, credit to them for the idea), thought it could be an interesting, insightful look into sheriff!joel, of things you haven’t touched on but that makes up the wonderful man we have grown to love!

no rush if you decide to do it just a fun lil thing i thought of <3

https://www.instagram.com/p/C3BLN86OquE/?igsh=MWF0aG0ydzA4c3BnZg==

I like this idea! And I am very much looking for a distraction so I decided to have a little fun with it and make a photo collage to go along with my answers:

Likes:

Classic romance novels. I think he likes to keep it a secret but he has a soft spot for the classics (I thought wuthering heights was kind of apt... two people unable to be together, etc...)

Coffee. It's an obvious one, but maybe not so obvious is he prefers to share coffee with someone else. That's why he always found himself going to the diner, even before reader came on the scene. He just likes to be around others, even if it is his annoying younger brother.

Texas - duh. Sheriff Joel couldn't imagine living anywhere else, especially up north. He is a southern boy through and through.

Lazy mornings. Those are rare for him. Sarah tends to have a busy schedule, even on the weekends, so when he gets the chance to sleep in a little or just lounge around before having to get up, he really enjoys that (especially if reader is there, although he hasn't been able to have many mornings with her... yet 👀). To go along with this, he also really likes kissing. Just making out with no goal in mind. Slow, lazy licks and soft little noises under a warm blanket on a Sunday morning with nowhere to be? Perfection.

Old movies. Especially at the drive in. Something about the nostalgia of it really makes him happy. And that romantic side of him can't help himself. It's usually his go-to first date idea.

Football. As Sarah mentioned once before, he really enjoys American football and annoys her with it. Sarah really looks forward to the spring and summer because there's no football on TV and she doesn't have to listen to him yelling in the living room every ten minutes.

His favorite pair of jeans. He's had them for years, the knees are getting worn out but he loves them and won't part with them.

Sarah - obviously. Even though she keeps him on his toes and super busy all the time, he would drop anything for her. He is always struggling to balance work and home and he tends to stretch himself too thin and not take enough time for himself, but he tries to make every single soccer game and school event because he loves seeing how talented Sarah is.

Hiking, specifically with Sarah. It's something they like to do in the summer, at least one weekend a month. Occasionally he can convince her to camp out overnight, but she hates sleeping in a tent so it's a hard sell.

Dislikes:

People who don't use their seatbelts. It's so easy. Just do it. He's seen too many accidents in his line of work and he hates when people don't use them.

Snakes. Sarah never lets him forget about the time when he was nine years old and he went to put on his boot to go play outside and was surprised to find a snake sleeping inside. To this day, he can't put his shoes on without checking them first.

Oysters. It's a texture thing, he thinks they're gross. He doesn't care they are an aphrodisiac, he doesn't need it 😉

Line dancing. Even though he's from Texas, it makes him cringe every time he sees people doing it.

Snow/being cold. He prefers the heat. It's what he's used to and he doesn't like shoveling snow on the rare occasion Texas gets any accumulation.

Lip Gloss. He likes kissing. A lot. And he thinks lip gloss is too sticky.

Wool Sweaters. Because he runs hot as it is and wool just makes it worse. Plus, it's itchy.

People who talk about themselves too much. Especially women he's been on dates with. He likes learning about other people, but when it becomes apparent they have no interest in learning about him, it's a turn off.

Golf. Because all my Joels hate golf. For no particular reason at all.

Thank you so much for this ask! It was a lot of fun putting together.

#anon ask #ask #STR fic #sheriff!joel

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Saints of the Sword (v1-3)

(I am going to very BLUNT with this statement, even though it seems like it... THIS IS NOT an everyone betrays Jaune fic. There is much more going on including Jaune's own low sense of self-worth.)

As Cardin was led off by Professor Goodwitch, Pyrrha made her way across the short distance to where the rest of Cardin’s group was assembled. It was only a few steps, but Pyrrha’s mind was a flurry of thoughts. She remembered Cardin’s past actions in the school, but was confused at how easily he had been accepted back upon Beacon’s grounds after quitting. Even more was how different he seemed. How composed and not arrogant. What had made him change so much, she wondered?

“Hello.” Pyrrha gave her customary ‘public’ smile, and found it rebuffed by the many severe and unfriendly looks the group shot her. In particular, a dark haired woman probably about her age. “Professor Goodwitch asked me to escort some of you to your lodgings.”

“Aye, she did.” replied a brown haired faunus woman who Pyrrha figured was possibly a bear faunus, considering the shape of her ears, and just intimidating size. “Come on, little brother.”

Pyrrha waited as the others of Cardin’s retinue, returned to their own tasks. The one referred to ‘little brother’ was assisted to his feet by both women, with the larger moving away to stand before Pyrrha, leaving the other to full support the 'little brother' wholly by herself.

“Um… just a thought, wouldn’t it be better to take him to the infirmary? He seems a little…”

“No, and I would ask that you keep your suggestions to yourself.” the larger woman replied. “He needs to rest, that is all. So if you… please.”

Pyrrha nodded and turned about, leading the trio towards Beacon’s main entrance. As she walked past her team and team RWBY, she gave Jade a rather harsh glare. Two of the three that she was escorting took note of the action, and the rather angry responding look the one called Hedera used. The rip was short but rather slow, as the room Pyrrha led the trio to were within a five-minute walk to the main entrance.

When they arrived at their destination, Pyrrha noticed how all the doors were propped ajar. It was something she thought was odd, as dorm room doors were all coded to an individual's scroll, only allowing access by the registered occupants. Stepping aside, she watched as the trio entered the room across from the other two open doors.

"Will you require anything else? I’ll be happy to…”

“We’re fine.” Pyrrha was slightly shocked at the snapped reply of the black haired woman, as she led ‘little brother’ over to the middle bed of the room.

“My apologies for Jean’s behavior.” the bear faunus woman offered. “It has been a long journey and we are all rather tired. Thank you for the offer, it is appreciated.”

“Okay.” Pyrrha responded in her practiced public voice. Before stepping away and moving off down the hall, towards her own dorm.

“Etienne shut the door and give me a hand.”

The door was gently closed and the bulky woman, quickly crossed the small room to the bed on which the third, sat. The pair began to help the figure undress. First, his hooded travel cloak was removed, revealing long blond hair pulled back into a French braid. His eyes were glassy, and his head lulled forward, as if his neck held no strength.

“Jean, this is the worst I’ve ever seen him.” Etienne comments as she helped the young man to his feet, while loosing straps with her free hand.

“It’s the visions.” Jean replied as she dropped portions of the plate mail to the floor, for later retrieval. “Jaune can you stand on your own for a minute. We need to remove the chain mail.”

Jaune weaved slightly on his feet before giving a weak nod. In short order the pair of women had Jaune stripped out of the chain mail under shirt and pants, before removing the gambeson, Jaune was also wearing. Once he was stripped down to his under clothes, Jaune was assisted into the bed, and covered with blankets.

/== Table of Contents ==/

#saints of the sword #volume one #rwby #cardin winchester #jaune arc #various OCs #team jnpr #team rwby #team crdl #mental manipulation

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moccahobi · 2 years

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A Story From a Different Time [Taehyung x Reader]

Summery: Love. Love is such a wonder. Your love story is especially wondrous to your grandkids who love love as much as you and hang on to every word as you relive the time in your life as a teacher when you met a soft hearted tattoo artist.

Pairings: Taehyung (BTS) x Reader

Rating: Teens and up

Warnings: a suggestive joke

Word Count: 4.8k

Genre: Fluff, a hint of angst, Teacher au! Tattoo artist au!

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVELY AND AMAZING @taegularities. This has been quite a year for you and I am so proud of all you’ve done and survived. You’re so strong and caring. Make sure to have a nice big celebration and remember, I am always giving you big big hugs. I love you so much bb!

“Halmoni?”

“Yes, Dohyun-ah?”

“How did-did-did you and harabeoji meet?”

You sighed, gently rubbing Dohyun’s head as you tucked his sheets around him.

“Well, it was…”

You sighed and giggled, looking out the window to the clear night sky.

“We met in a really cute way… but it’s late, baby, I can tell you tomorrow. What story do you want me to read to you tonight?”

Dohyun pouted, his lips pouting.

“P-please Halmoni! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

You laughed, rubbing his forehead.

“Ok, baby.”

He signed up for one of my weekend reading programs reading to children. I don’t know what I expected him to look like. Maybe like other people in their twenties who often showed up to these events in jeans and a t-shirt. Nonetheless, I was shocked when he showed up to the training program in a leather clad outfit. He looked soooo tough back then! Later I learned that he had come right from work to attend the training. He had been very worried that other people at the training would give him funny looks for his tough outfit.

He shuffled up to me to check in and listened to the session, nodding along and taking notes. He even came around after the session with a list of questions that he was too shy to ask in front of everyone, all the while, a small smile was on his face.

I went home that night with mixed feelings.

He was so sweet and no one would reasonably throw a fit about him helping out at the center. That being said how would the kids react to someone heavily tattooed and covered in leather? How would parents react to him?

Many of the kids hadn’t seen more than one or two tattoos and they went wild for them… and tattoos were still taboo generally. You knew they’d have mixed reactions to Taehyung. I’d hoped that it would be good for them.

What I hadn’t expected for the first session was for Taehyung to show up thirty minutes sooner than asked... which was a whole hour before children would show up. I was taken aback from how he looked today.

Baggy jeans, a loose shirt, and a soft yellow cardigan. His tattoos were somewhat hidden. His left hand was taped up to hide his tattoos but not everything was hidden as well. The tattoos under his shirt looked almost like ghosts under his t-shirt, especially when it touched his skin. If one wasn't looking closely it might have looked like he was wearing a very faded styled shirt.

He looked much softer than he had the day before.

I was struck by him.

The whole first thirty minutes were very awkward though because I didn't have much to do before the adults arrived. There was no way I would have managed to move 30 small desks around the day of a session so I had done most of the preparations for the program last night.

In the end, we settled for making some coffee. It wasn't the best. The Keurig only had a few off-brand light roast blends, but Taehyung’s company made it worthwhile.

"I wish that I could have the classroom set up like this all the time. My students would love it." I sighed looking around the soft and inviting space.

The desks were pushed against the cubbies and used as barriers to seperate off different reading sections. Blankets were thrown over the ones being used as barriers to soften the whole vibe. I'd even gone through the work to grab all the soft and comfortable chairs I could find in the building to use. I had also spent some time organizing all the books by their difficulty at the table up front for adults to grab for their student groups. It was a beautiful setup and would help the day go by smoothly.

The place looked so soft and inviting… so unlike my normal classroom.

"You've done an amazing setting up the space, Y/n-ssi."

"Thank you!"

He held my gaze for a few seconds, his cup awkwardly held up as if about to take a sip. I imagine it was uncomfortable. I could barely hold the cup for a few seconds before the coffee’s heat became too much for my sensitive fingers.

Now I know that his hands had long since gotten used to heat from the needles tattoo artists use.

Instead of taking a sip, he broke eye contact and looked around with a deep sigh, "The place is so different from the tattoo shop I work at. It's a nice change. The tattoo shop I work at definitely leans into the grunge aesthetic."

I laughed, "Yeah. This place isn't very grunge."

Taehyung's deep laugh filled the room, seeming to bounce off of the walls and hug me comfortingly. I liked his laugh even then.

"Now I want to see this place in a grunge aesthetic."

"Halloween?"

He looked at me thoughtfully then, butterflies filling my stomach as I looked at him. I was tempted to ask him what was going through his head at that moment. As he was about to open his mouth to say something, someone else walked in.

The moment was lost.

There were many more moments though.

During that day and most of the future classes, Taehyung and I shared many soft glances. Sometimes it was during breaks, the kids running around to get drinks and snacks as he sat and waited. Other times, it was while he was reading and I was walking around. Each time though, I felt a warm blush rise up on me. He stayed a little late most sessions as well, spending extra time helping me clean up as the two of us chatted away. His humor drew me in almost immediately.

I felt like I'd develop a six pack from how much I was laughing.

I enjoyed it.

On my way to a painting cafe, I found myself ruminating on our conversations. My mind replying back our jokes and conversations. You'd wondered if Taehyung’s actions were showing him wanting to become my friend or if he was being nice. I liked spending time with him and it would be so cool to have a friend who actually enjoyed going to painting cafes. Jihyo, bless her soul, only came begrudgingly after I promised that we would do a 10k race together.

I shuddered at the thought as I entered the cafe and made my way to Jihyo and I’s reserved table. Tonight would be a fun night for the two of us. I wouldn’t think about Taehyung right now. He was something I could worry about later.

“Listen, unnie. I know I don’t like painting as much as you but you look like you’re dreading tonight.” Jihyo said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Oh? I looked stressed?”

She laughed and nodded, setting her stuff down as she sat down, “You looked like you were about to start writing a lesson plan.”

“Omg! Not at all! I was thinking about someone.”

“Miss. Y/n thinking of someone?! Unheard of!”

I laughed and shoved Jihyo, “Shut up. That isn’t true… but it is Kim Taehyung. He’s a volunteer for the reading program and I’ve been enjoying his company. I hope if he was too. That’s all.”

“Is he hot?”

“Yes.”

Jihyo wiggled her eyebrows as she cooed, “Then ask him out!”

“No! I don’t even know if he wants to become my friend… I don’t think I could even ask him out.”

“Well… it doesn’t have to be a long term dating thing.”

“No. If I went out with someone, I’d want it to be for a serious relationship. Besides, I don’t even like Taehyung that way.”

Jihyo shrugged, “You’re demi, right? Your feelings could change as you get to know him more.”

“Perhaps… I don’t want to talk about this anymore though. How’s classes going for you?”

“Yah! You think that work is a better topic than romance!? I am hurt… but classes are going well. My students aren’t as rough as last year. It is like a breath of fresh air.”

“I am glad.” I looked down at the canvas that was at my table, “My classes are going decent as well. I have a few kids that need extra help, but they are very nice.”

“That’s good… now… I have a very important question… Do you have any idea what you’re going to paint?”

I laughed, “No. Do you?”

“Nope… which is why I need to focus for a little while.”

I laughed and nodded, grabbing a paintbrush and trying to think about the painting. All my worries lessened for a little as I painted. It was why I liked painting so much. For the time I painted, everything felt easier to manage. My stress was less significant as I focused on something completely different than classes and people. It was also a perfect creative outlet and stress reliever.

I deeply needed that painting session with Jihyo. It left me feeling refreshed and upbeat. Plus, I found myself planning intensely how to decorate my classroom and my reading room for Halloween. A totally normal thing to do the week before Halloween. I had so much trouble finding inexpensive decorations since so many had been bought already. I found myself often falling down rabbit holes of DIY decorations and sites that were selling tons of decorations for cheap. That was what Taehyung found me doing when he showed up early for the next weekend reading session.

I jumped when he first spoke, too engrossed by the search to notice him, “Those decorations don’t look very grunge.” He said as he entered and sat next to me.

“Ohhhh. You’re right! Want to help me look for some more grunge ones?”

He nodded and we found ourselves in a comfortable silence as we scrolled through a site. With him, I filled my wishlist with tons of cool decorations. I had low hopes of actually getting them approved but I didn’t have the heart to tell him that, he looked way too excited at the fun items we were finding.

“I am so tempted to get some of these for myself. They are so cool!”

“They are. I hope that I am able to get some with how close it is to halloween.”

Taehyung laughed, “I am rooting for you!”

I blushed and nodded, “Thank you. If not, I will probably have to stay up and make some myself. It’ll be fun though. I like painting so it’s not like it’ll be a painful task.”

“Oh? Painting? I didn’t know!”

“There is a lot that you don’t know about me, Taehyung-ah.” I said jokingly, gently shoving his shoulder.

“I’d like to learn more about you. How long have you been painting?”

“Five or so years at this point. I am not the best but it’s good stress relief and it is very fun.”

“Art is so nice. I feel similar with drawing. Been drawing for eight or so years and tattooing for four. I find them so relaxing.”

I nodded, “Tattooing sounds stressful to me… what if you make a mistake?”

“Well, then I got to improvise!” Taehyung laughed, “If you want help with making some decorations, I’d be happy to help out.”

“Thank you, and if I’m able to get them and you want, you could always take some of the decorations after I use them.”

“Really?” He asked, an excited look growing on his face as he looked between the long wishlist and me.

I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach as I nodded, worrying my lip, “I’d need you to promise to return them for me to use next year.”

Taehyung turned and looked at me more intensely, “I can promise that.”

Was he always this close to me? Or was he getting closer?

I couldn’t tell but the tension budding between us was very present and I didn’t quite know if I minded. He leaned in closer, his hand rising to cup my cheek before he started speaking again, “Listen, Y/n-ah--”

“Miss Y/L/N! Quick question about the test tomorrow!” A new teacher opened the door, “Oh-- Am I interrupting anything?”

I separated, my face red hot, “Not at all. What can I help you with?”

Taehyung seemed to deflate as the teacher and I talked but I felt somewhat relieved by the distance. Did I want to kiss him? Did I like him? I didn’t understand my feelings and a possible kiss would have made it so much more confusing for me.

Plus, there was no way he liked me. We hadn’t even hung out outside of these sessions and I barely had time to do so. This must’ve been a heat of the moment mistake for Taehyung.

Despite the momentary relief, the whole reading session felt tense. Taehyung seemed to waver between being more touchy and being stand-offish, and I didn’t know how to act either. Something happened and acting like nothing did would be silly but there wasn’t time to talk about it. The longer the day went on, the more confused I felt about my own feelings as well… Maybe Taehyung would be a good boyfriend… But was I ready for one? Would he be ok with me spending so much time working?

I didn’t know what to think and Taehyung didn’t seem to want to talk after the session was done. He quickly left the room, barely even saying goodbye before going. It hurt and I found myself stressing about his reaction. What would this halloween session look like? How awkward was it going to be?

Unsurprisingly, as the week progressed, I didn’t have much time to worry about how Taehyung would act during our session. Work was challenging normally. Having to juggle everything with Halloween decorations made me busier. It didn’t help that the school seemed bent on not approving anything fun. The grunge theme wasn’t approved for my classroom and Jihyo wanted to do a Nightmare Before Christmas theme which was shut down as well. The school telling both of us to stick to traditional Halloween decorations.

I had to use the same, brittle and old Halloween decorations saved from gym Halloween parties. I also took to making some new decorations that were as basic and boring as the old ones I got permission to use. The kids seemed to enjoy the decorations and they took great fun in helping decorate the classroom, but it made me sad. Especially when Taehyung showed up early on Halloween.

“Oh? Here I thought there was talk about grunge themes?” He asked as soon as he entered.

Despite his comment, he looked excited, a large square smile growing on his face. He had a Jack Skellington sweater on under his leather jacket, something he’d worn a few times during the sessions. The kids (and you) went wild over. Part of me wanted to call Jihyo over to show her the Jack Skellington outfit as she’d get a kick out of it, but she had too much work to do.

Part of you might have wanted to be alone with Taehyung.

The two of you could talk about what happened last week, “My boss almost gave me a stern talking to about the grunge theme. It isn’t Halloween themed according to them.”

He laughed.

“I guess. Still a shame. I was excited to walk into a grunge classroom.” He hummed, wandering up to a skeleton and poking it, “This reminds me of what one of my high school science teachers had in his classroom. Scared me so much every time I saw it.”

I laughed and nodded, “Did your teacher ever claim that it was an actual skeleton?”

“No! That would have made it so much worse! I would have needed to transfer classes if he did that.”

“My middle school science teacher said that every year they chose the worst student to become a science skeleton.”

“Omo! That is so scary!”

“It gets worse! I had the lowest grade that year. My classmates gave me flowers after our final.”

Taehyung laughed loudly as he leaned closer to the skeleton, “I wouldn’t have taken you as someone who would’ve done bad in classes. Here I thought that all teachers were good students as kids.”

“Oh no! I needed sooooo much help to pass my classes. I have dyslexia and ADHD and I wouldn’t have made it through school if it weren’t for tutors and good teachers. That’s why I wanted to become a teacher. I want more kids to have the chance to do well in classes. All kids deserve care and support.”

“That’s very kind of you.” Taehyung looked at me with a soft look then and I found my skin itching under his gaze. This would’ve been a great time to talk about what happened last week… but I couldn’t do it.

“Yeah. Although sometimes, well often times, they aren’t kind back. One time, I got this new haircut that I was feeling. It was super different than what I normally get but I was feeling adventurous… well the kids didn’t approve. One went up to me and said my haircut was ugly.”

Taehyung started laughing.

“I was so embarrassed and I’ll never get that haircut again. My friend still bring it up to this day sometimes.”

“Noooo! Why would they do that?”

“Well… because she was in the room with me when it happened and my face turned beet red when they said it. I was frozen for a minute or so after too. She finds it hilarious.”

“It is a little funny.”

You started laughing as well, “It was very funny in retrospect.”

Taehyung nodded, joining you in laughing as others started coming into the room. The reading day sadly started as your conversation eded. On the bright side though, after Halloween, there was much less tension in the air. We’d drink some tea and talk for a few minutes before the actual program started and by the end of the academic year, I was considering him a friend (dare I say one of my closest, non-teacher friends)... even if there was also a tension between the two of us sometimes.

Neither of us seemed to have the courage to ask for the other’s phone number. We talked lightly about meeting up later some time, but it was as if neither of us had the courage to take the next step. It was like there was some sort of barrier between us and neither of us knew how to break it. I wanted to get closer outside of the reading program and Taehyung seemed to as well. Yet nothing happened past talking about doing so.

That was until the end of year celebration. I had wanted to do some sort of celebration to thank the volunteers who helped over the year and finally managed to get it approved by the school. Most of the places they talked about were pricey and I’d only gotten a bit of money from the school with the approval. Nowhere near enough to pay for the amount of food people were talking about getting at these pricey restaurants. It became a hot topic of discussion over email with people trying to bargain with everyone to get the restaurant of their choice

As the email chain was dying down with little agreement on location to celebrate, Taehyung suggested that we go to a noraebang. I later learned was one of his favorite places to go to celebrate. People seemed into the idea and it worked well for the budget because I could pay for the first two hours and a round of beverages for the chaperones. Plus, it would be easy for them to pay separately for other food and drinks they ended up getting. It wasn’t an all paid celebration but it made it easy for people to go over budget without tons of confusing payment.

After that night, noraebangs became my new favorite outing, and it really helped that the people I was going with were so good.

Everyone was cheering each other on and dancing. I didn’t expect I’d have as much fun as I did but the environment was so wonderful. Plus, it helped that Taehyung set the mood. He wasn’t shy of embarrassing himself. He made the night so chaotic, and had such a soothing voice. I swear, he could have been a singer if he wanted to be.

I was mesmerized by his singing and I remember vividly during his last song, I found myself accepting that I liked him romantically. I could see myself going out with him. While I didn’t know what to do with this realization, I felt beyond excited.

As the night was winding down, I realized that if I wanted to see Taehyung again, it was time for me to gather my courage and ask for his number. We likely wouldn’t see each other again otherwise. I grew nervous as I thought over the ways I could ask for his number.

Funny thing though… I didn’t end up asking for his number.

The night ended with a soft kiss between the two of us… and then we awkwardly parted ways.

I beat myself up over it so much. He was so cool and now that the program finished, I had no way to contact him and no guarantee that I'd see him again. I was disappointed in myself.

I also understood why I didn’t ask for his number. After the kiss, I felt starstruck and also very awkward. It was a night of high emotions and I found myself second guessing everything that happened. He likely got carried away and I didn’t know if I wanted to risk it.

After that night, I felt upset at myself and my fears. I didn't have much time to dwell thought. Summer school prep was nearing and I had a big role to play with coordinating it and summer camp programs. Soon enough, I was wrapped up in tons of work and barely had time to think about any social life. It was tragic but at least I got paid well for summer camp programs.

"If we separated the school up by summer school and summer camps, we could keep the students separate and provide a good space for everyone." Jihyo explained, drawing on a small map on the desk.

"That could work but it doesn't quite do enough to solve potential issues with students getting lunch or outdoor space. Both will need that."

She hummed and nodded, glaring at the map.

"What if we staggered the times that stuff is done? Longer recesses for summer school students and during then, the camp kids are having lunch. Make sure that those in summer school have focus time and relax time."

"And for the activities for the campers, we could try to tell the councilors where to go and where not to."

I hummed and nodded, Jihyo dismissing an email that showed up on her phone.

“Y/n-ah, I do have an odd request, though… and I know this is a sudden topic change but I want to ask now before I forget.”

“Yeah?”

“Could you let me handle emails? I know you normally do for the summer camps but we got an email asking for your number and it … It put me off. I mean the person seemed nice and I recognized the email from one of the volunteers for the reading program we did. I told them I couldn’t give your number… but I want to make sure that if they email again asking, I can respond.”

“Oh? Who emailed?”

“Uhhh… I think it was a Kim Taehyung?”

My heart stopped. He had tried to reach out and I was not in the right role to see.

“Did you keep the email or delete it?”

“Um… I kept it… why?”

“Would it be bad if I emailed them?”

Jihyo laughed and wiggled her eyebrows at me.

“I take it you like this Taehyung?”

Blush rose on my cheeks in embarrassment at her comment.

“OMO! WAS HE THE DUDE--”

Jihyo gasped excitedly, slapping my arm.

“Go email him right now! OMO! If I am not a bridesmaid at your wedding I am going to be so upset!”

I left that room in a giggling mess and sent Taehyung an email right then and there. We went on our first date a few days later and the rest was history.

The restaurant was big and cold. I shivered as I walked towards the hostess table, my nerves swirling at a nauseating speed. This was the first time in almost three months that Taehyung and I had met. I had no idea what to expect from this meeting.

Would he talk about what happened? Could he be inquiring about another reading program? Was he going to be friendly and act like nothing else happened?

I was preparing for the worst mentally.

Surprisingly, Taehyung was already seated at a small booth in the back of the restaurant. I'd thought I'd be the first to arrive since I came fifteen minutes early but he had also chosen to come early as well. He looked good in his all black outfit, a long and loose fitting black jacket and barrette resting on the booth next to him.

Somehow I managed to sit down with Taehyung and have a nice conversation. Despite the conversation that flowed that eased my initial nerves, I didn't have enough confidence to ask about what happened at the party. At the very least, he seemed to want to be my friend which I could resign myself to. As the night progressed, the worries about a relationship with Taehyung faded some as I tried to enjoy the time we had. Conversations were fun and fast paced. They ranged from fun tattoos he's done to theories on how the fashion industry would change over the decade. It was fun and I was sad when the waiter came and we placed a dessert order. It wasn't the end of our lunch but the end was close and I didn't want it to end yet.

Taehyung sighed, setting down his iced tea and looking over at me, "I have really enjoyed catching up with you and this lunch is wonderful... but I don't think we can go on like this. Like friends is all we are."

Shock washed over me. I hadn't expected him to bring it up now. Sure stuff happened at the party a while ago. That was a while ago though and so much time has passed since then. I'd assumed that he'd moved on and had someone by now, or at the very least wasn't interested in me anymore. That was at least what I had assumed since he waited until now to bring it up.

"W-What?"

This didn't feel real. Taehyung was still interested in you?

"I thought... I thought that what happened at the party last time we met meant something." He looked back down at his drink, rubbing at the condensation. It seemed that in my momentary shock, insecurity started to creep back into Taehyung.

"It did! Absolutely!"

"But?" He asked, worrying his lip.

"There is no but. Really. I was... surprised. I am sorry but you are so amazing and it took me so long to respond to you. I thought that you had moved on or something. Hearing that you still felt like there can still be more to our relationship is a shock. A good shock."

You sighed wistfully, looking at Dohyun, who was now deep asleep.

“Good night, baby.”

As you got up, body achey with age, you saw Taehyung leaning against the doorframe. He was dressed in large soft pajamas that practically swallowed him whole, his tattoos peeking out from under the sweater. He aged so gracefully.

“I love you, Y/n-ah.” He whispered quietly, opening his arms for a hug.

Waddling over, you giggled once in his embrace. No matter how much time passed, he still managed to make you a soft mess.

Hand in hand, the two of you made your way downstairs where Taehyung had made tea for both of you.

“I am glad you didn’t tell them what we did after the noraebang night.” Taehyung said with a wink after taking a sip of his tea.

You practically coughed up a lung at that.

“YEAH! Why would I!”

He shrugged.

“All I am saying is that I am glad you changed the story some.”

“Well, I am glad we had a story to tell in the first place.”

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renee-writer · 2 months

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He Didn't Have to Be Chapter 3

AO3

She danced with him and then with me. I wasn’t much of a dancer, not then, but it didn’t matter. The joy on her face as she held my hand in hers and we twirled around the floor, made my lack of skills, irrelevant.

It was a true party, even had cake, like a birthday. Mum and Jamie, holding the knife together, cut into it. They then fed each other pieces of it.

“A tradition, eh,” my new Uncle William says, “a bit queer though.”

“We get some, right?” I asked him.

He laughed and ruffled my hair. “Aye lad, we do.”

A whole family is what I have now. Besides Uncle William, I have an Auntie Jenny, an Uncle Ian, many cousins and, wonder of wonders, grandparents.

They are who I will be staying with while mum and Jamie go on something called a honeymoon.

“It is a holiday that nearly married people go on, a way to have some alone time.” Mum explained.

“I promise, Judah. We will come back and this will be the last holiday we will take without you.” Jamie also told me.

I would miss mum and Jamie but was looking forward to the uniqueness of spending time with grandparents, for the first time in my life.

She kneels beside me. Instead of her beautiful dress, she knows wears a pair of jeans and a jumper.

“Judah, I love you. I will miss you. You will behave for them; I know you are a good boy.”

I hugged her. “I am a braw lad, that is what,” a slight pause before I test out my new name for Jamie, “Daddy Jamie says.”

Her breath catches and she hugs me close. “Yes, my darling, you are.”

Daddy Jamie lifts me into his arms before they leave. He has also changed and is dressed like mum.

“I love you. We shall ring you once a day.”

My new grandpa comes up. “Jamie lad, the wean will be fine with your mam and I. Dinna fash, “ turning to me, he adds, “won’t we Judah lad?”

I remember grinning so big my cheeks hurt. “Yes we will grandpa.”

“You heard him,” He takes me from Jamie, “Now away with ye, son. We shall see you in a week.”

As excited as I was to spend time with my new grandparents, that first night was still hard. Before then, their was never a night I hadn’t been tucked in by my mum.

Grandma took a seat beside my bed. It, she had explained, was the same bed Jamie had slept in when he was my age. She took my hand.

“It is hard, eh?”

I nod. “I always have her at bedtime.”

She nodded. “For the next week, you shall have me. I, wee lad, am an expert tucker. Your new daddy, uncle, and auntie can testify to that,” as she speaks, she moves the warm tartan blanket, securing me cozy into the bed, “why I tucked them in sae tight that I sometimes had to help them out of a morning.”

I am giggling when she is done.

“Grandma, may I have a story?”

“You shall have better then that. You shall have a tale. One thing us Scots are good at is storytelling,” She took her place back beside me and retakes my hand, “I shall tell you of the tale of the silkie that stole a lass away, straight from the castle.”

Grampa took me out to the stables where I helped with the horses. Never been around a horse before, at first I was scared.

“Aye, they are big beasts alright but,” He took my hand in his and placed both on the flank ( I now know) of one of the horses, “they are gentle. They are just like a dog,” I recall giving him a skeptical look, “in that they just want exercise, good food, and loving hands to give them a pat.”

He was right. Under his guidance, the massive beasts weren’t so scary. He taught me how to touch them with gentle hands, how to position the food under them, and how to lead them out of the stalls into to the paddock for exercise.

“Once you learn how to see to them and they learn you are a trustworthy and gentle lad, then we can start teaching you to ride them.” He told me as the week drew to a close.

“But grampa, mum and daddy Jamie will be back in two days then I will go home.”

He chuckled.

“Judah, you are family now. You will be back here quite often. There is plenty of time to learn.”

Family! What a brilliant word.

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sarakiz · 2 years

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lil post-SKAM reflection/review (?) thing!! more photos incoming leading up to SCI cause i have well over a thousand that i need to finish uploading and editing but as u all know i do love to talk so i wrote down some stuff here!

random logistics stuff:

i know rink temps tend to vary but in case anyone is heading to a comp and wondering: a light sweatshirt over a regular t shirt over a heattech turtleneck was enough to keep me comfortable, my legs generally do not get cold but i did need to wear two pairs of socks, and i brought a heavier jacket in case that i ended up using mostly as a blanket lol

i was pretty careful to adhere to the security rules so not too many problems there, officially umbrellas were banned to bring in but i did see that security was holding them for people to collect once they left the building

def bring a portable charger and keep it juiced up because you will need it

nothing will make you wish for skaters to have greater ice coverage more than trying to photograph them while sitting opposite the judges, a massive chunk of my shots are just faceless or awkwardly angled because of this LOL

comp highlights:

koshiro and katya being the cutiepie crowd favorites!! their energy and ability to roll with the punches is unmatched and everyone was absolutely loving them

kanadai hot

how much i enjoyed the entire ice dance event in general? ngl i came in not particularly excited about the lineup and ended up finding something to love about everyone

ilia's 4A directly in front of my corner, we screamed for like 30 seconds more after that and then everyone just kept on screaming for him

madison chock hot

MISS GRACIE!!! MISS GOLD!!!

donovan carrillo has thee most radiant smile

my random encounters in passing with goatssl and his fabulous skates at this event have made me a full on stan, i forgot that the skating club of boston is his home rink now so it was wonderful to see that he was feeling the love and having a great time all weekend!

isababy levito charming the hell out of the audience!

jun is absolute magic live

making two seconds of very intense eye contact with kaitlin hawayek during the rhythm dance warmup

kaitlin and jean luc absolutely killing it in both the dance events?? they did that for me

kaori's speed, flow, and musicality — in person her skating really fills the entire space!!

the pairs event featuring both baby pairs making their debuts as well as the most powerful skating aunties' showdown, genuinely so exciting

seeing everyone let loose at the exhibition!

there is def way more to add here but this is getting too long already oops

general big W's:

understand that i never really figured out how to use the nikon and i basically spent the entirety of the first day practices draining my phone's battery while frantically attempting to google how to use it on the arena's shitty wifi, so i'm really glad that the photos came out pretty nice and that ur all loving them <3

costumes are so SPARKLY irl like in a way cameras can never quite capture, even really subtle detail like the beading on kaori’s sp dress just catches the light beautifully

the size of the arena made the whole comp feel very intimate, plus the low angle seating made it so everything felt so up close and you basically got a great view from anywhere around! i picked a corner where i suspected some jumping passes would be happening and it was very cool to see it a stone's throw away

the crowd energy was absolutely ON at this comp, everyone was there first and foremost to hype up every skater that stepped on the ice and it felt so good to be in the middle of it!

i met amwide range of hardcore fans, fans just getting into the sport, and competing adult skaters which was dope!! was surprised at how many people i met who didn't know the competitive field too well, although it gave me an excuse to infodump so not too many complaints there! love love loved talking to people and just being around people who are equally invested in the sport since i suspect my friends here are tired of me talking about it LOL

food truck food and concessions were pretty great? pricey obvs but i mean the $12 lobster roll not only didn't kill me but was actually pretty tasty for a $12 lobster roll

staff was super super nice, at least from my experience — very patient at security, despite the labyrinthian shuttle system there was staff on the ground who were very committed to directing you to them, generally felt like everything was run very smoothly

i loved dj romeo and his weird mixes idc!!!

it was probably harder here to *not* run into a skater or coach than making an active effort LOL everyone was milling about and you might get to talk to a competitor at pretty much any given moment

big L's:

i stupidly booked accommodations that were part of the USFS "spectator block" that ended up being way too far from the arena, and ended up blowing off pretty much my entire last paycheck on lyfts so that sucked

i left my umbrella in said lyft so thats gone for good now

wifi in the arena was absolute ass

i had to book lyfts from the train station (where the shuttle to and from the venue was running) which was partially under construction so the cell service was garbage and drivers were repeatedly cancelling on me, so on two of the three nights i was stranded at the train station past midnight which was def not fun (i did eventually get back dont worry)

got scared about the sign policy and left my notebook even though it turned out they were allowing handheld signs

i really really wish i had come with someone else i knew :,,) it was great meeting people but at times i just got very anxious and nervy being there by myself surrounded by groups of people who knew each other from twitter or elsewhere, they all seemed really nice and were offering banners and other fun stuff that i didnt ask for or get because i was so nervous oops

for the same reasons as above i was also too scared to talk to any of the skaters who were hanging around the venue even with the numerous opportunities that presented themselves so i am kicking myself a little bit for that

overall im so glad that this was my first competition to see in person!! that list of L's looks big but i really do think it was all worth it, i had a great time and am def looking forward to hopefully attending more competitions (and being more prepared for them) in the future :)))

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nicetrynicetry · 6 months

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I appear to have gastritis, a long-overdue invoice for years of destructive habits, perhaps coupled with stress. I didn’t know I was so stressed, and of course few things are more stressful than feeling like one’s stomach is gnawing itself free from one’s ribcage every 10-15 minutes. Google tells me I have 5 different types of cancer, one serious heart problem, and AIDS. Not HIV, AIDS

I check with C when I wake with the first of many abdominal pains that he didn’t also feel sick. I baked us some 2/10 focaccia alongside a parmigiana for his birthday on Monday night, which I almost hope gave us both food poisoning, since food poisoning doesn’t last. He’s fine, aside from feeling violated by his coworkers on the news desk who (even after he asked for no fanfare), sang happy birthday to him after his lunch break

My new toxic trait is searching my own name on Twitter every few days, looking for cruel commentary to, I guess, further jeopardise my own digestion. C (different C) once had someone tweet that “you can tell her pussy smells bad just from looking at her”, so even though the mild snark about my work and its merits hurts me, I seem to have got off easy. This is also how I learn that my name, when typed without spaces (“issywood”) is being used in relation to the war in the Middle East as a portmanteau for “Israeli Hollywood”. Specifically for when Israel release video footage that turns out to be fake in some way. There is a lot of that, as you can imagine, and a lot of real footage too. Pallywood, the Palestinian equivalent, rolls off the tongue far more pleasantly. Though if there was a way to make the war about myself, “issywood” would be it

It’s almost Thanksgiving, not a holiday I celebrate but one it’s hard to get away from online. B is ferrying his family in and out of the hospital to visit his father, and seems as unfazed as ever by the looming threat of age, of substandard medical care (even in the US). N has been offered a gigantic book deal and is dealing badly with feeling she deserves it. She has quit Instagram for the second time in a month, the first time was because of social pressure around the war. Her other friends and I have been instructed to send her the “highlights” of the app. Apparently Emrata posted a shoot she did recently containing a photo of her wearing a comically large pair of jeans, her whole slender, demonically toned body fitting into a single trouser leg. She pulls the waistband outwards to demonstrate the denim void she does not fill - it’s the same pose someone strikes when showing how much weight they lost by wearing the trousers they wore when they were obese. But of course emrata was never obese, never will be obese, does everything in her power to make other women feel obese. It’s a sick and twisted image, and as N acknowledges, especially sick and twisted given that most people seeing it have overindulged on turkey. “She’s a friend to women!”, N says

On Thursday I get up resentfully at 7am to make myself scarce while J invades my house with foreign objects and camera equipment so that it can eventually be in a magazine. It is still dark when I head to the studio, and my stomach prickles and churns all day. I watch an endoscopy be performed online, paint a little, then fall asleep under a fleece blanket on my sofa for 2 hours. It is very odd to wake from sleep and see my painting trolley inches from my face. I try not to think about what J is putting in my house that will make me look like an idiot when the photos are published. The photographer is a man I knew 10 years ago and who I remember was a violent drunk with girlfriends that were hotter than I believe he deserved. Sometimes I worry that all women care about in a man nowadays is height, and I wonder whether this is a new phenomenon or whether a degenerate asshole was acceptable as long as he was over 6 ft

I get my hair cut and it looks bad. I currently have neither long nor short hair, but a strange mix of both. I tell the hairdresser I have given up on dating until spring 2024 so I am not worried by the result, that he did the best he could. I give him a Christmas tip in cash, and compliment his plants as always. The plants have never not looked good, and I put this down to his being Japanese and understanding something about beauty that the West simply doesn’t. J is at the house when I return and he has left me some of the flowers he used for the photos. I spend the evening googling gastritis further, freaking myself out, consulting my mum on symptoms. At some point I realise that I’ve been eating two heads of cabbage every night for the last two weeks, and she says this might have contributed. I Google “two cabbages every day unhealthy” and Google says “did you mean two cabbages a week?”

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Invisible Ink - Part 2

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: The owners of the Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlor want to make you their best girl. Word Count: Almost 2.8k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, flirting, tension, feels, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome to the next part of my tattoo AU! This is direct follow up to Invisible Ink. The smut in this chapter focuses on Steve x Reader, but the next part will feature Stucky x Reader. Beta read by the amazing @angrythingstarlight, but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo! This AU wouldn’t exist without them.

18+ Please!!! Please comment, like and reblog if you desire. Enjoy, lovelies!

You nearly dropped your gaze when Steve moved forward, the intensity in his eyes making you shiver. He didn't just walk. He stalked toward you like a predator. Lucky for him, his partner already had you caught in their trap. As if you would have tried to escape.

"We… what?" you asked, not a single ounce of smoothness rolling from your tongue. Mind-blowing orgasms did tend to shut your mind off briefly and when was the last time you came the way Bucky made you?

The smirk on Steve's face only grew as he got closer. "I told you not to break her."

"Maybe I'm just that good," Bucky smirked back.

That snapped you out of it enough to playfully glare at them. The affection in their tone wrapped around you like a warm blanket. "It takes more than that to break me."

The blonde hummed as he took his spot beside the brunette, who was still inside you. "How many to make you shatter?" he asked, gently gripping your chin.

No one ever looked at you like they wanted to devour you until you met them. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

“Buck, why don’t you get cleaned up?” Steve suggested, not taking his eyes off you.

“Fuck that,” Bucky replied, exhaling as he slowly pulled out of you. Your walls clenched around nothing, empty and aching. “I’ll get dressed, but no point in washing up when I’m getting my dick soaked the moment everyone leaves.”

You smiled before you could stop yourself. “You say that like it’s a sure thing.”

Bucky gripped Steve’s wrist, turning your face toward him. “You said you’d be ours. Or was that just talk?”

A flash of fear flickered in his eyes and you wondered what exactly he was afraid of. Did he think it was the heat of the moment that made you agree? “We have a lot to talk about, but I said I’m yours. I don’t give my word lightly.”

Both smiled as Bucky dropped his hand, your words making the tension vanish. “That’s our girl,” he said fondly, giving you a soft kiss before he fixed his underwear. “You two have fun.”

Steve chuckled as his friend left the kitchen. “You scared him, sweetheart.”

“I scared him?” you asked incredulously. Could you actually frighten either of them?

“You have no idea the hold you have on us, do you?” he questioned, his grip still gentle on your chin.

Your heart thudded in your chest, suddenly vulnerable even though you were naked on the countertop. What could you say to that? “I…”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he sighed, leaning in to kiss you. While his gaze was heated and full of fire, his lips brushed yours delicately. He inhaled your breath as your lips parted, gently coaxing your tongue into his waiting mouth. His hand left your chin as he deepened it, sliding down to palm your breast.

“Steve,” you breathed as his thumb brushed your nipple.

“Wanted you for so long,” he admitted, his lips sweeping over your neck. “Woke up hard today just thinking about you.”

He took your hand and guided it toward the front of his jeans, letting you palm him. Feeling his covered length made your throat go dry. Your walls clenched again, needing to be filled. You had a taste of Bucky and he was addicting. You knew you’d have the same craving with Steve.

“But first…” he groaned, both hands moving to your knees and pushing your legs apart. “Let me see what a mess he made of you.”

“Fuck…” you whimpered when he dipped down.

“Language,” he said in a stern tone, surprising you. “It does sound sexy. Not as sexy as my name will be though.”

The confident smirk suited him as he opened your legs even more. You trembled beneath his hands as he focused on your twitching hole. “Look at that,” he said in awe, his fingertip brushing your lips. You whimpered at the thought of him making a bigger mess of you. “When I have more time, I’m going to eat this pretty pussy like it’s my last meal. You’ll be begging for my cock long before I’ve had my fill.”

“Please,” you begged. Their mouths were made for sin and you wanted nothing more than to commit every single one with them.

“Tempting,” he whispered as he stood back up, bringing his finger to his mouth and licking it. “But I have something else in mind.”

He gripped your hips and pulled you toward him, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your nipples rubbed against his chest as he carried you to the living room. “Not the bedroom?”

“Buck may be upset if I have you in a bed first. That’s for all three of us.”

Your heart swelled a bit. From the banter you saw between Bucky and Steve, it was clear that their bond ran deep. They looked out for each other. It made you wonder how you were going to fit into their world. But that talk would come soon enough.

Instead of taking you to the sofa, Steve helped you put your feet on the ground. Your legs felt a bit wobbly, having to grip his arms to keep from collapsing. Bucky really did fuck some of your basic functions out of you, didn’t he?

Waiting until you were stable, the blonde grabbed a pillow and tossed in on the floor. He cupped your face, his mouth strong and tender as he gave you a hungry kiss. “Hands and knees.”

His eyes locked on yours and you nearly crumbled. The drop in his voice alone made you wet all over again. You reluctantly pulled away, complying as you turned and sank to the floor. Your knees rested on the pillow, making you smile. He thought enough to make sure you were somewhat comfortable.

“You wet for me, sweetheart?” he asked, hearing him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Was it the mere sound of it that was arousing or was it just him? “Are you ready for my cock?”

“I’m ready, Steve. Please,” you promised, looking over your shoulder as he moved behind you. He hadn’t bothered undressing and that made it even hotter. Your eyes zeroed in on his cock and, like when you saw Bucky’s, you trembled at the sight. You needed him inside you.

“Bucky already filled your beautiful cunt. You need me to fill you, too?”

“Yes,” you moaned as his hands caressed your ass, your head falling a bit when they moved to your hips. “Steve, please.”

He aligned his cock, your pussy latching on as he pushed the head in. “Fuck…” he moaned, slowly sliding home.

“Steve?” you asked when he sheathed you, not moving right away. You tried to push back against him, but the hold on your hips was ironclad.

“Let me savor this before I destroy you.”

You whimpered as he held you still, but you didn’t argue. Even as you pulsed around him in anticipation. Seconds continued to pass before you finally felt him start to pull out. You clamped down when he almost slid out completely just to have him slam back in. The force of it made you keen.

“You better hold on, sweetheart,” he warned, his fingers digging in as he set a relentless rhythm.

Your wet walls fluttered with each stretch, your breath leaving your lungs in ragged breaths. You tried to hold on, but you could only enjoy the ride as he pulled you back to meet his demanding thrusts. They had you mewling as he kept burying himself to the hilt.

“Knew you could take us. Knew you were made for us.”

Menaces. Trouble. Gods. Bucky ruined part of you when he took you apart in the kitchen. Now Steve had you on your hands and knees, tearing you to pieces. You thought it would take more for you to shatter.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Be as loud as you want. Let Bucky hear it. Bet he’s hard, wishing he was back inside you.”

Your pussy sucked him in deeper than you thought possible, letting all of your sounds out. The hot and needy feeling they brought out of you was something you never wanted to deny again. And the image of Bucky in the doorway or around the corner, his hand running over his cock just from your sounds. “Steve, fuck!”

“That mouth again. Going to look beautiful stuffed with my cock,” he grunted, pounding into you. “Drenching me. Does that get you hot? Thinking about my cock in your mouth? His cock spilling down your throat?”

You swore you heard Bucky groan in the distance over the sounds of your own cries. “Yes! I want it,” you admitted shamelessly. You wanted every hole ruined by them.

You gasped as he stretched over you, his mouth brushing your shoulder. “That’s my good girl,” he said against your skin. “You tell us what you need and we’ll give it to you.”

Your eyes burned as you began to spiral, your warmth clenching tighter and tighter. He wasn’t just talking about sex and that made your heart leap into your throat. “Please.”

“I said ‘tell’. What do you need?”

His pace increased, the throbbing in your core almost overwhelming. “I need to come!”

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream when his finger slid over your clit. “That’s my good girl. Come for me,” he growled in your ear.

Your orgasm ripped through you, just as powerful as the first. Your body went up in flames as you spasmed around him, reduced to a whimpering mess. Before you could finish riding it out, he withdrew from your body and put you on your back. You were still whimpering when he opened your legs and slid back in.

“Need to see you,” he groaned, his thrusts deep and quick. Through the haze, you could see how beautiful he looked. It took a second to lift your hand, bringing it to his cheek as he chased his end. He turned his head and kissed your palm, his eyes not leaving yours as he groaned out his release. The feel of him spilling into your already coated walls was everything.

Your body was limp beneath his, both of you panting as you stared at each other. His eyes went soft as he leaned down, lovingly brushing his lips against yours. How could both of them take you like animals and kiss you after like you were something precious?

“I can’t move,” you whispered. You felt boneless, weightless.

Steve chuckled, wrapping his arms under your body to pull you close. Feeling his clothed body against your naked form was something out of a fantasy. “You don’t have to. Let me hold you and we’ll get ready in a few minutes.”

His lips brushed your forehead and you quickly shut your eyes. The emotions hit you square in the chest, unexpectedly. You couldn’t remember the last time you had sex and you slept with two men in a matter of minutes. Two wonderful, perfect men.

“Did I lose you?” Steve asked, his lips brushing over your eyelids. “Open your eyes, pretty girl. Please.”

“Please,” Bucky added, making you open them and move your head to the side. He was dressed with a drink in hand. His grin made your heart flutter. When did he walk in?

“There you are,” Steve said, touching your cheek and bringing your attention back to him. “Was it too much?”

He looked and sounded worried. You had to rectify that immediately. “No. It was perfect. Both of you are.”

Steve’s gaze was thoughtful, like he knew you had more to say. He also seemed to recognize how vulnerable you felt and didn’t push. Neither did Bucky. “Let’s get you something to drink. How does that sound?”

“That sounds nice,” you replied, exhaling when he moved out of your body. “Oh…” you said as his release leaked out of you and onto the pillow.

“Make sure Clint uses that pillow,” Bucky teased as Steve got up, still holding you in his arms.

“He’d probably like that,” Steve joked, sitting up and pulling you in his lap.

Bucky set the drink on the coffee table before he grabbed the blanket draped on the back of the sofa. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he wrapped it around you. Were they always swoonworthy?

“That’s…” you trailed off when he moved, getting a good look at the drink in front of you.

“Your favorite,” Bucky winked as he sat in the recliner.

“And we got your favorite snacks,” Steve added, wrapping his arms around you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, trying to keep up with everything that transpired. The quiet didn’t bother you. It felt… comfortable and right.

“You can talk to us if you want. We won’t bite,” Steve said after a minute.

“Unless you want us to,” Bucky smirked.

You giggled at the familiar flirting, the sound making all of you relax more. “I’m not used to this.”

“Not used to what?” Steve asked, one of his hands rubbing your back.

“Not used to not one, but two, amazing men showering me with attention,” you answered, smirking yourself. “And orgasms.”

“I’ll wake you each day with orgasms if you let me, doll. Sweetest breakfast I’ll ever taste,” Bucky said gruffly, his tongue poking out and licking his lips.

“Not if I get a taste first,” Steve said in your ear.

You closed your eyes, holding back the whimper that bubbled up. They were playing dirty. It wasn’t fair. “There’s only one of me.”

“More than enough to love,” Bucky said easily.

Love? Was he making a generalization or did it mean more? “It doesn’t bother you?”

“I think the question is… Does it bother you?” Steve pressed. “Does it bother you to think we want to share you?”

“No,” you said honestly. You didn't feel like a prize to them. “But you two are so close and I’m just-”

“You’re not just anything,” Bucky cut you off before you could put yourself down, leaning forward to get your drink. He handed it to Steve when you lifted your head. “We both care about you.”

“We care enough that if you only wanted one of us, we’d accept it,” Steve continued, bringing the drink to your lips.

You took a large sip, not wanting to drink it all down. You still needed a semi-clear head. “So, if I really only wanted to be with one of you. That would be it?”

Neither said anything as they looked at each, having a silent conversation. That bond again. They didn’t even have to speak to read each other. “Yes,” they spoke at the same time.

“Really?”

“Really? We care about you and want you happy,” Steve told you, making you smile gently. “And Buck and I want the same for one another. I know you’re good for him. He's good for you.”

“Just like you two are good for each other,” Bucky added.

You looked between them, wishing you could read their minds. “You two thought this out.”

“Steve is the man with a plan,” Bucky joked, leaning back in his chair.

“I don’t want to come between you. I won't be that person,” you blurted out. You felt like an idiot. You had the best sex of your life and you couldn’t just let it be.

Steve tilted your chin up, kissing you long and deep. It smothered anything else you had to say. “Buck, get over here.”

You hadn’t recovered from that kiss before Bucky turned your face toward him, his kiss just as loving and passionate. “You won’t come between us, doll,” he said against your lips.

They made it sound so simple. Maybe in their eyes it was. And you knew you’d have the support of your best friend. She respected people embracing what they wanted as long as no one got hurt. “Okay. We’ll continue this talk later. I should probably clean up before the others get here.”

“You’re not cleaning up,” Steve shook his head.

“I’m not?”

“You’re going to put your dress back on and stay nice and wet for us,” Bucky said as a matter-of-fact. “We even have a plug waiting for you, if you’re ready for that.”

“You…” you looked between them again. Both of them had shit eating grins on their handsome faces. “You have a plug for me?”

“We each do. What do you say, sweetheart? Think you can stay nice and plugged up before we really play tonight?”

Oh, you weren’t in trouble. You were in danger.

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scarlettriot · 3 years

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Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

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slytherbun · 3 years

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wildflower

pairing: cedric diggory x hufflepuff!reader

summary: you weren't too sure what to think when a new eye candy transfers to hogwarts and becomes the new seeker of the hufflepuff's quidditch team but you realize in time that he is all of what you hoped for.

word count: 3.7k

tags: @specialagentsoftie

note: so this is all just a bunch fluff. i'm not sure how i feel about it in terms of cringey and hope y'all like it! figured i'd post this anyways either way though lol. i made up the way reader and cedric met at hogwarts so, it's non-canon from the movie.

another note: italics are flashbacks! :)

it was cold.

you could see everybody’s breath in the air outside and knew it was a crime to be out and about now with freezing and chilly weather.

the snow outside coated the ground by inches and the black coats zippered up and wrapped around you only helped so much. you were the type to freeze easily and the climate at hogwarts didn't help your situation at all.

minutes ago before you walked outside, you knocked on the door to his dorm after surveying the hufflepuff’s common room and noticed there weren't very many people around. and when cedric opened the door after you rapped on it a few times—he took in the view of your body wrapped around your blanket before pulling you into his room.

pathetically enough, you were shivering in the halls even with your mitten covered hands stuffed in the pockets of your coat. you weren't about to admit the doubled up socks on each of your feet either underneath the knee-length boots you wore today.

"are you cold?" cedric successfully taunted you when you reached your arm out of the pocket of your jacket and then under the blanket to slap his arm. he hissed and glared your way playfully while rubbing his arm dramatically.

you shrugged with a smirk on your lips and he plopped down onto his soft bed. “don’t get too comfortable.” he suggested when noticing you trying to sneakily get underneath his covers.

“what i’d do for one of those thermal blankets the muggles use.” you sighed dreamingly while watching him walk towards his closet.

“imagine having a postal company deliver the package to hogwarts? dumbledore would have an aneurysm.” cedric replied and you couldn’t help yourself when imagining the scenario playing out in your mind.

he turned to the side to admire your smile while you were a little distracted while pulling out a coat. then he closed the closet up and walked back over, holding it in your direction to offer an extra to put over your body. you gladly took it with a smile. "thanks ced."

cedric backed up a few steps and brushed a hand through his brunette hair. not being able to help himself he joked, “can’t have you walking around with your blanket wrapped around you. your height already makes you look so adorable.”

you got off from the bed when he exaggerated with your blanket in hand and scoffed. cedric bit his lip nervously while continuing to back up before he felt the wall pressed against him.

he rubbed the back of his nervously while you held the blanket up to his height and above your own head. “i’m just kidding.” he gulped before you took it and put it over his face.

when he tugged it down from his face he spotted you innocently standing by the door with his jacket around you. “i was going to leave it here anyway. just put it on the bed and i’ll come get it later after we get back.”

while you zippered it up you noticed this particular jacket was the one that you often saw him wearing before he ended up buying a new one for the upcoming winter that you were suffering in now.

and it was longer than the one you had previously put on about twenty minutes ago so, you couldn't argue with him on that steal.

"alright.” he laughed and added with a more serious tone. “oh and by the way—you don't need to thank me. you're my best friend, wildflower."

today was the first quidditch match of the season and you were sitting at the edge of your seat in anticipation. the hufflepuffs didn't score well last season and you were hoping they wouldn't come out with last place again for the year.

y/g/b/f (your girl best friend) sat down on the stands next to you with an umbrella in her hands. you turned and looked at it with a confused face. but she just smiled at your contemplating thoughts and looked up at the sky once before supplying you with an answer.

“well it looks bright now but i have a feeling it’ll rain later.” she always had a suspicion for when it was going to rain or snow and you never second guessed her because every single time she was right.

“did you know we’re having a new seeker play on the team today? i believe he’s going to be captain too if he plays his cards right this game.” she asked. you didn’t know that.

“wait is he the new guy everybody is talking about? i heard the rumors but you know how they are. i didn’t want to take it seriously until i saw it with my own eyes.” you stated and she nodded.

“yeah he’s a transfer i think but i’m not too sure. his name is cedric diggory though.” after her reply, you glanced around the stands to see if anybody had diggory signs for the game but with no avail you sighed. before you could respond you felt a few droplets on your shoulder.

your friend gave you a smart-ass grin and popped out the umbrella to hold it over the both of you. “guess we’ll see how good he is.” you mumbled before seeing the players come up to the playing area with their brooms.

butterbeer was pretty popular during the winter season. many students from school usually went and got some to help regulate their body temperature and keep warm.

everybody else must have gotten the same memo because you were inside the three broomsticks now for some butterbeer and it was crowded.

almost every table was filled with peers and that’s probably why you didn’t see many people in the school. with just one glance around the area, you could already tell the divided area’s of where each school was seated right away.

your tables were to the left area, the slytherins must have come earlier because they grabbed the back ones, some of the ravenclaw’s were off to the right, while harry and the other gryffindor’s had the middle area.

cedric nudged your side to grab your attention and nodded towards the hufflepuff area. “want to grab us some seats and i’ll get the drinks?” he asked and you nodded. “sure, could you get me a snack too if you don’t mind?”

he smiled and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “i suppose i could.” cedric walked away with a wink and you shook your head knowing he was just humoring you.

little did you know he already had planned to get you something else even before the two of you left the dorms. it had gotten to the point where asking him for little things hadn’t bothered you because you reciprocated all of the time.

but sometimes cedric would give you little excuses when it was your turn to pay, just so he could end up paying for whatever you guys were having or getting. he always spoiled you.

"ah the golden girl is here." hermione scoffed and watched you walk towards the hufflepuff area. your other best friend was seated already and started talking to you when you sat.

the brunette from the red colored house didn't particularly dislike you since you were always nice. sometimes you chatted with her while working on a project that you were paired for. then other times you gave her a soft smile when catching her eye while walking in the halls towards your next class.

she definitely couldn’t help but respect and admire you.

but the reason she didn’t put herself out there and try to befriend you was because you were one of the girls known in school for your smartness, quick reflexes, and witty attitude.

when people from school talked about you and referred to you as the golden girl instead of your name most of the time—it wasn’t that you were golden per-say but the fact that it matched up perfectly with the school’s color that you sorted it.

hufflepuff was known for its represented yellow color.

and there’s no doubt about it that hermione was also known around the school. but, she felt it was for all of the wrong reasons. despite not having it any other way as one of harry's best friends, she wondered if not for him that in an alternate lifetime that she would be you.

“why is she wearing cedrics jacket?” ron asked after following hermione’s stare. harry thumped him on the back of his head and then shook his own. “why does it matter?” the one with a thunderbolt on his forehead replied.

“well it is interesting, isn’t it?” the brunette said in defense of ron’s question. the one who didn’t seem curious at all took a sip of the butterbeer in front of him.

he licked his lips, thinking then replied to them with a response. “i mean it’s not our business but it is an odd find now that you pointed it out. maybe he’s just being friendly?”

“as if! cedric has had a crush on y/n since he met her. she’s just oblivious to it all,” she paused and tapped her chin. “—or is she?” ron gasped at her accusation but took a sip of his own drink before she could hear his outburst.

harry noticed her getting riled up once again and sighed. “well i don’t know what else to say. maybe you should just introduce yourself already and ask her instead of me.” he shrugged and hoped to end the conversation there.

you knew exactly who cedric diggory was when he swiftly passed by the hufflepuff area during the game. of course, he was wearing yellow.

the game has been going on for a decent amount of time now and he was stacking up the scores on the quidditch board—easily passing by the score of the gryffindor’s team.

cedric was undoubtedly the new eye candy for the whole school with the gasps and ‘awes’ from the other girls sitting in the stand. your friend was so busy watching harry that she didn’t catch the commotion.

you didn’t really pay attention to him to get a good glance at his face so, you thought he was just another arrogant rich boy and rolled your eyes.

what you didn’t notice was the way it was like a slow-motion love at first sight situation for him when he went by. since it stopped raining through the middle of the game he was able to catch a quick view of you.

the week wasn’t done yet so it was possible he’d be seeing more of you in another class he hadn’t had yet. and cedric hoped you were because he couldn’t help but look over in your direction throughout the game to catch another glimpse of your face.

it was still humid outside and you tried wiping your makeup a few minutes ago since it was under your eyes now, but you only smudged it further. your robe was drenched with your wavy and half-dried hair now lying down the back of it.

but he didn’t care what you thought about yourself because he knew without a doubt that you were the prettiest girl there.

“cedric’s looking pretty good today.” y/g/b/f voiced for the first time today. you played with the napkin in your hand while trying to get a glimpse of cedric.

“i don’t think you would know even if he was—since you spend all your time looking at harry.” cedric was up to the counter now waiting for your butterbeer and food.

“uh huh. don’t think i haven’t admired cedric before from afar though.” after a moment of not answering her, y/g/b/f noticed that you weren’t paying attention. you knew exactly what she was hinting towards.

cedric did look good.

his hair had that ‘just woken up’ style to it and he always managed to look even more attractive then he should have. the yellow scarf wrapped around his neck was the one that came with every hufflepuff’s supplied uniform clothing.

he usually wore it when you sat with him in potions on a chilly morning and you caught yourself wanting to take it off of him and wear it sometimes.

he always smelled good and it comforted you in ways a best friend shouldn’t have the ability to.

you seemed to have let your guard down and stared longer then you should have which confirmed what y/g/b/f already knew. “i knew it!” she chuckled and stated more loudly than the last comment to snap you out of the zoned out state you were in.

“know what?” you asked while placing the napkin back down on your table.

cedric was reaching the table and you wanted the conversation to end quickly. you usually dragged out conversation topics like this so you had time to think of another one to distract her with. but, she always found a way to circle it back around again.

you had to shut it down before he could hear, already knowing exactly what she wanted to talk about again.

“i’ll tell you later before our curfew.” y/g/b/f smirked and you sighed knowing she would in fact take the time out of her night to find you before bed. lucky you.

“hey y/g/b/f. how has your day been?” he asked your other friend while sitting down and placing your refreshments in front of you and then doing the same with his.

she grinned at you then glanced over at him, “pretty good i guess if it wasn’t for this weather i would say great. how about you? and how’d you manage to get this one out?” she gestured towards you, causing you to roll your eyes.

here we go again.

you were walking down the path back to the hogwarts dorms with y/g/b/f and some others. there was going to be a small celebration in the hufflepuff’s common room and other students were trying to hurry back without raising suspicions with any professors nearby.

“hey, i’ll be right back y/n/n. i see luna and i’m going to go ask her if she has a hair tie.” she said and pointed to the curly knots that she had on her shoulders.

you nodded and continued along the path while she walked over to the other side. it was quiet for a moment and you surveyed the peaceful area, a few feet over in the grass was a small patch of flowers.

you were about to take a quick look at them before feeling someone tap your shoulder. it was sudden and you couldn’t help but quickly move to the side and form a fist. you were about to throw it but stopped when you stared wide-eyed at the person who scared you.

cedric felt awful and only after he startled you did he realize that you were looking off in the distance of the area. the way you jumped though seemed that you were quick on your feet and he couldn’t help but smirk at the new name he had for you.

“hey i’m sorry for startling you wildflower but i just wanted to introduce myself. i’m cedric diggory.” he introduced with a panty-dropping smile.

you weren’t sure if it was some kind of joke so you treaded carefully. “uh it’s okay, it’s my fault really for not paying attention but i’m y/n y/l/n. nice to meet you ced.”

cedric held out his hand for you to shake and you took it, giving him a firm shake. after you let go he smirked and questioned. “ced, huh?”

he crouched down to pick up a flower that you were looking at earlier and it reminded you to ask, “wildflower, huh?” you met his statement equally and folded your arms together so they were across your chest to look more tough.

his cheeks tinted a minor shade of pink and tried to hide his embarrassment by ducking down and ignoring your question. instead he glanced back up to tuck a hair behind your ear and then placed the flower there.

“yes, wildflower.”

and how could you argue with him when he was being so sweet?

the two of you made it back to the common room after an hour of eating, then chatting with cedric and your other best friend. he was sitting on the bed with you sitting next to him.

you’ve been sitting for only about a minute or so—only enough time to shrug off your jackets and place them on the desk chair between that time after walking back to his dorm.

“would you like to lay down for a few minutes?” cedric asked when he noticed the tiredness shown clear as day on your face.

“sure” you agreed and you laid down while he shook your blanket out for the two of you to use. his eyebrows scrunched together when he realized it wouldn’t make much of a difference in comfort with how small it was.

you chuckled watching him trying to maneuver it around and he glanced your way with a smirk of defeat. “hmm, seems this blanket is a little small. would you like to go under the covers?”

cedric was giving into what you wanted earlier before the two of you left and he knew that too. the three broomsticks' food was delicious as always and you just wanted to relax for a few minutes after getting teased by your friend.

he grinned watching you get comfortable after the both of you were situated under the sheets and yellow comforter. there was a hufflepuff patch ironed onto it and you rubbed your thumb over it while laying down.

it wasn’t that awkward since you’ve fallen asleep in his arms a couple of times before already. class exams were frustrating and took a lot out of the students so he took comfort in you and vice versa when there was some down time during the weekends throughout the school year.

with an arm around you—he pulled you close to the point where you could feel his warm breath along your neck. “i don’t think you realize how much i treasure these moments y/n/n.”

he spoke breathlessly and you gulped slowly. you were dumbfounded with how seriously he said that. as if it had some kind of hidden meaning behind it. “me too.” you agreed and wondered if he would leave it at that.

but you knew better and cedric never left well alone when he wanted to get a point across. he turned your body slowly with the arm he had around your middle and you faced him with confusion.

he glanced down once before looking back up and continued on with his confession while staring into your doe eyes—a color he deemed his favorite the day that he met you.

“i’ve been fighting myself for a while on whether or not i should tell you this because i didn’t want my feelings to ruin our friendship. i’d rather be your friend than not be a part of your life at all. and i always look forward to seeing you e-everyday.” he paused when his voice cracked.

after cedric cleared his throat he continued, “and i totally understand if you don’t share the same feelings with me but i just couldn’t go on another day without telling you how i—” you cut him off by leaning in and brushing your lips against his.

he moved closer on the bed, so his skin was touching yours. cedric wanted to get as close to you as he possibly could. your hand swept through his brunette curls and you surprised him by tugging it.

he never knew what you were going to do and his friends teased him that you were a wildcard, to which he’d correct them and say you were his wildflower.

cedric smirked into the kiss and you groaned knowing he was being a smart-ass. but in return, he shocked you when he placed a hand delicately on your cheek to cup it rather softly.

he rubbed your cheek while your hand massaged his curls and then moved them downwards to the nape of his neck.

cedric pushed the hair back from your neck with his hand and then placed it back so his thumb splayed across on your cheek in a loving gesture. and you only wanted him closer after feeling sensitive about the whole astonishment that still had you stunned to the core.

you tugged the collar of his shirt and he pulled away with puffy, red lips and a smile. “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know, i’m just emotional.” you voiced squeakily and full of embarrassment about it. cedric shook his head and before patting his chest, he held up the comforter over the both of you and let the minimal cold air in.

“oh, baby it’s okay. come here and let's cuddle a little before curfew.”

you bit the bottom of your lip and nodded, giving him a smile in return to the one he gave you and then crawled onto him. “i think i like baby better.” you voiced and laid on his chest with your head over his heartbeat.

he let go of the comforter when he noticed you were settled and tugged it firmly around both of your bodies. “better then what?” he asked.

“wildflower.” you admitted and hummed nervously while awaiting his response. you felt cedric shake his head and he put his arms around your body so you were pressed firmly against him before he kissed your forehead.

“you’ll always be my wildflower.” you closed your eyes after giving him a quick kiss on the cheek in response.

after a moment of laying back down you could feel his chest rising up and down in an odd pattern so, you put your head up to see him laughing again at you.

“what now?” you questioned trying to keep a serious facial expression but failing when he grinned.

“guess you got what you wanted, hmm?” cedric said—referring to the fact that you were finally under the comforters and you smirked.

“of course i always do. including finally getting you, ced.”

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missmonsters2 · 3 years

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today I feel awful... idk my insecurities are taking over me and I just want to curl into a ball and cry. maybe it's my hormones maybe the fact that I weighted myself and found out I gained weight (I can't fit into my jeans 😭) and the fact that I saw my sister in a tight skin dress looking perfect while I'm in my pj's just destroyed my confidence. I need something angsty to read to make me forget about my sad, miserable lffe right now. would you be down in writing sth angsty with nat maybe? you don't have to though. it's fine either way. I really appreciate all of your work and I keep reading on repeat whenever I'm feeling down. makes me cheer up. thank you, van ❤️

It's like we're the same person because I also went to visit my sister recently and my sister has gotten her life together and is living her best hot girl bod while I...let's not go there.

I just want you to know that you're hot as fuck and a body is just a body that we can change with time and effort. We're lit rally in this together. This time next year, we will be rocking the body that makes up happy and we'll be healthy!!! 💘💘

But I will still give you nat angst...but with a happy ending bc I said you deserve a HEA!!

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The Withers of Springtime Bloom

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spring is a time of blooming and when things come back to life. You can't help but notice things that may be causing your relationship with Natasha to wither.

Warnings: self-esteem issues, insecurities about body, relationship with working out and food, seasonal depression. angst with HEA.

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You're not sure when things changed.

Things change so slowly after all.

Without you noticing, things change and change and change until one day, you do notice.

You notice that Natasha has become quieter, somber.

You notice the lack of date nights and affectionate touches.

You notice that you've let yourself go a little.

You're standing in front of the mirror, staring at your body with a frown. You've gained weight since dating Natasha, but relationship weight gain was normal, wasn't it?

But you remember how Natasha was just as fit as she was before she met you. Sure, she was a superhero, and you were a regular civilian; there was no reason for you to train long hours as Natasha did.

Still...

You turn to the side and peer at yourself in the mirror again.

You can't help but wonder...were you becoming less attractive to her?

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It had been the beginning of fall when you met Natasha. You loved the season of change and when things turned into warm colors before withering away for winter to come.

Natasha had come like a blessing, and in the winter, she was just warm as the colors of fall. Instead of withering away, she bloomed and invested that warmth in your relationship with her.

Despite always being an early riser to work out, weekends were the days she stayed in bed with you just a little longer. There had been so many breakfasts, lunch, and dinner dates. You found yourself moving things around or neglecting to work around her busy schedule.

Perhaps that was when things began to change. Eating out so often and forgoing working out to spend time with Natasha was what led to this.

Spring has arrived, and things are coming back to life. Yet somehow, your relationship with Natasha was withering away.

"Hey," you greet her as you come home, shopping bags in hand. You bought some more clothes when things felt like they didn't fit comfortably anymore. The experience had been upsetting for you, and you didn't end up buying too much, telling yourself you didn't want to spend too much when you were going to lose the weight.

Natasha was working in her office, peering down over reports, and barely acknowledged you other than with a hum.

"Long day?" You ask her as you put your things away and walk over to her.

"Yeah," Natasha sighed. "Trying to get these reports done since Maria needs them tomorrow."

That had been Natasha's excuse for spending long hours in her office every night for the last two weeks.

You place your hand on Natasha's shoulder with a reassuring squeeze, but she leans to the side as if to readjust herself, but still away from your touch.

The sting immediately comes, but you try to push it down, so it doesn't hurt as bad.

"Right," you say hoarsely, but Natasha stares on at the reports. "I'm just going to get ready for bed. It's been a long day and all. Let me know if you need anything."

Natasha gives you a nod as you leave the room. You feel awkward as you lie in the bed you share with her. You wonder if you're taking up too much space.

There's a pang of something as you try to curl yourself to be smaller and only distantly realizing you've skipped dinner before you fall asleep.

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You fall back onto the mat, chest heaving and your lungs burning.

It's been a while since you've worked out, and now you're definitely paying for it with how unfit you are.

The gym is moderately empty with the hour it is. You hate going to a public gym because it always feels like someone is staring, but it's better for strangers to stare than working out at the Compound for people you know to stare at you.

The rational part of you knows that you should just talk to Natasha, but the emotional side of you whispers that you won't like what Natasha has to say, that she might even end it before you've had a chance to change yourself.

When weeks pass, and you weigh yourself again, you almost start crying because you've only lost a couple of pounds.

It's normal, you know it is. You're losing weight at a normal rate, but it's not enough. You know fast weight loss wouldn't make sense for your body but you also feel you don't have half a year to go back to your normal weight.

You sit on the bathroom floor for hours, debating what to do when you hear a quiet knock.

"Sweetheart, are you in there?" Natasha's muffled voice comes through.

You wipe at your eyes furiously as you stand up.

"Y-Yeah," you answer back. "I'm just in the tub soaking."

There's a moment of silence through the door before Natasha answers back, "Alright. Enjoy yourself. Did you want me to order anything specific for dinner?"

"No, it's okay," you tell her. "You order anything you want. I already ate on my way home." You think about the chicken salad you've been eating for the past two weeks and almost sigh.

Natasha answered that she just came back to see if you've eaten, but she actually had to head back to the Compound. You were Natasha shuffling around before leaving through the front door, and you let out the breath you were holding.

You actually take a long, hot shower before putting on sweats and a big hoodie.

The truth was, you were hungry. The chicken salad was okay on the way home, but it had been a couple of hours since.

You knew starving yourself wasn't the answer, so you went into the kitchen to see if you could find something healthy to hold you over until you could go to bed.

But you can't find anything in the fridge except for Natasha's leftovers from whatever she ordered the day before. You can't find anything except frozen pizzas and microwavable foods.

You check the calories on the back and let out a frustrated sigh. Checking your watch, you realize it's too late in the evening to go grocery shopping because, by the time you get there, stores will have closed.

You slump down on the floor, leaning against the cabinets as you let out a pathetic whimper while your eyes became hot with tears.

You miss Natasha. You want Natasha holding you and telling you it would be okay. But you couldn't have that until you were back to what you were when you met her.

The front door suddenly opens.

"Have you seen my—sweetheart?" Natasha started to call before she noticed you sitting on the floor. "What's wrong?"

You use your sleeve to wipe at your eyes as you sit up straight.

"Nothing," you sniffle before you start to stand. "I just stubbed my toe against the edge of the kitchen island. What were you looking for? USB? You left it next to the bedside."

Natasha stares at your back, hair still wet as she takes in your attire.

"It's a little hot to be wearing a hoodie and sweats, isn't it?" Natasha asks softly. "Doesn't seem like you turned on the aircon in here."

You keep walking, but Natasha starts to follow you.

"'m cold," you say quietly so she can't hear the tremble in your voice.

"Are you feeling sick?" Natasha asks with concern as you sit down on the couch, turning on the TV. You pull the blanket over you as if to make your point.

"No," you tell her because you don't want her to worry. "Just cold after a bath."

Natasha sets her things down before she takes a seat next to you. Even in the low lighting, she can see your eyes rimmed red and dampness of them.

You're refusing to look at her as you have your knees drawn up to your chest and stare stubbornly at the TV screen.

Then she hears it.

Your stomach grumbles.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart?" Natasha asks softly again. "We can just order food and stay in tonight."

Your cheeks grow hot. "Don't you have to be at the Compound?"

You don't mean to snap at her, but you can't help but feel embarrassed.

Natasha remains quiet for a moment, quickly thinking over the last few weeks before she feels guilt trickle in.

She doesn't remember the last time she ate with you—doesn't remember the last time she saw you eat.

"Sweetheart," she calls you gently again, and you bristle at the tone. "Is there something wrong?"

The fragile dam you've built to keep the weeks of compiling emotions at bay breaks, and you're hurtling down the stream over the waterfall.

"Are you not in love with me anymore?" You choke out as you begin to cry.

You can't even register to feel horrified at your breakdown because you just need to know.

"I know...I know my body has changed since we first met and I've gained weight but I really am trying to lose it. I just—I feel like you're avoiding me. At first, I thought things at work have been really stressful for you, and I wanted to give you space but you're gone all the time. You're gone even when you're here."

Natasha can barely understand anything you've said after hearing you say the first part. Her breath hitches painfully in the back of her throat, and she legitimately feels appalled at herself.

She starts to say something, but you keep going.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to make this about me because if you're going through something then I want to support and be there for you. But I can't help but feel like you're grossed out by me. I mean—I feel grossed out when I look at myself. I feel like I'm taking up so much space—"

Natasha cuts you off abruptly, pulling off the blanket as she pulls at you until you're in her lap.

"Nat—"

"You're not gross and this is not about the weight you have or have not gained. You hear me?" Natasha says forcefully as she holds you close to her, hand over your thigh to keep you against her.

"God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry if I've been making you feel like you're not attractive me," Natasha's eyes well up as your tears wet her shoulder. "You're literally still the most gorgeous person I've ever met and you're always going to be that to me."

Natasha's hand at your waist dips underneath your hoodie, her fingers trailing up your back as she sighs at your warmth. "I should've told you, but the springtime is just really hard for me. It's odd because it's a time for things to come back to life but some of the worst things have happened to me during the spring and things blooming makes me think about things that aren't coming back. I think it's also just a little bit of seasonal depression too. I'm just the rare percentage that gets it in the spring."

The explanation makes your body sag with relief because while you feel so horrible that there is a reason Natasha doesn't like spring, she's not falling out of love with you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I was hurting you," Natasha apologizes again. "I didn't mean to be so distant but I didn't want to bring your mood down as well, which is why I've been working so much to keep busy."

"It's okay," you muttered as your turn your head, forehead pressed against her neck. "I'm sorry spring is depressing for you."

Natasha merely hushes you as she kisses the side of your head.

You begin to feel awkward, thinking about how you must be heavy on her and try to move, but Natasha doesn't let you.

"Sweetheart, I don't know how to convince you that you're perfect to me," Natasha says so seriously as she forces you to look at her. "If you want to lose weight because that is what you want, then I support you. But I need you to understand that I love you no matter what. I don't care either way because you're so fucking lovely to me always. Do you understand?"

Timidly, you reply, "Okay. Thank you."

Natasha presses her lips against yours in a long kiss before she pulls back.

"Now, I'm going to ask again. Are you hungry? We can order in and watch that new show on Netflix I heard was pretty good from Wanda."

You feel lighter. You think you might still want to work out because that would make you happy, but you don't feel the rush like you did just a couple of hours ago.

"Yeah," you say shyly. "But maybe something not so heavy?"

Natasha nods as she presses another kiss into your cheek as she helps you settle onto the couch right beside her to grab her phone.

"Anything to make you bloom."

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff oneshot #black widow x reader #black widow x you #black widow imagine #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #mm: my fics #g.angst #g.fluff

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IkeVamp Boys + Bikini!MC

This work is labelled as #slightly not family friendly because of implied innuendos. Cut for length

Comte for some reason had bought pairs of bikinis for you to wear, to which he revealed that he would take the residents to the beach, and you deserved proper attire. You take a while to get dressed, but it was all worth it for your lover once you stepped out…

Napoleon Bonaparte

Napoleon was enjoying his time in the water, finally getting Isaac and Jean to enjoy the water. He didn't think much about it, since he never knew what a bikini was but he was sure you'd be beautiful

He was stunned the moment you walked out, to the point that he didn't feel Arthur dumping a bucket of water on him

Napoleon is a respectful man, but he is still a man. Needless to say, he stayed in the water for reasons while you were at shore

He couldn't help but stare. Somehow he got further and further away from shore…

Eventually he allowed you near him, and he told you how much he likes the bikini. "You were certainly bold today Nunuche, so much so that I'm easily aroused~"

If it wasn't enough for you, he'd tell you how he truly feels behind the rock, away from others…

Isaac Newton

The whole time Isaac was thinking about when you'd appear. He'd promise to go swimming with you…

He heard you call him, and he spat out his drink when he saw you

You ran up to him, which was a bad idea since he got a nosebleed from staring at you

You helped him wash up with some water, but he immediately had a nosebleed once again when he realised how close his cheek was to your breast

He could only mutter a soft, "You look really hot YN…"

Arthur and Dazai would not cease that his blush matched the colour of an apple, but he could only huff as he felt you pressed up on him…

Arthur Conan Doyle

You had Arthur whistling the moment you walked out, which made you tried to cover yourself

Arthur stood next to you, constantly saying how amazing you looked and complimenting you to the point your ears reddened

He had to admit, he was surely aroused by the look of you since the bikini hid much to his imagination

He made excuses to swim with you to much private areas, sneaking kisses from you

"My my, I wonder how should I pamper you with so many areas exposed~"

After coming out of the water, being the gentleman he is, he makes sure to wrap you comfortably in a blanket, maybe even carry you out of the water bridal style

Dazai Osamu

He had a completely different take on what a bikini was. He didn't expect the garment to accentuate you so much…

Despite what some might think, he was quick to be jealous, but he wasn't going to cover you up oh no…

He made a habit of carrying you in and out of the water, letting your wet body being only his to see

"You in this garment does such lustful things to my imagination~" He said, nipping the tips of you ear

He quite liked to snuggle you in his chest as you two gently float in the water

He was interested in the non-swimming version of the bikini that you told him about

Theodorus Van Gogh

He came to you when he saw you in that bikini. He wasn't gonna wait for you to walk to him

He immediately carried you in the water, using you as a sort of shield to hide how hard he got

He wasn't going to admit that he did, but you felt him against your butt

He knew how much of a tease you were when you asked to 're-tie his trunk strings' when actually you were getting a feel-

Well, you allowed him to have a little touch of your butt so it was considered even

Let's say that the two of you ended up spending more time in the bedroom afterwards than swimming with each other

Vincent Van Gogh

He was simply in awe of how gorgeous you looked, and he didn't hide it since his mouth was agape

He apologised, and internally he thanked that he was a little taller than you so he had a special view

He had brought his sketchbook to the beach to be inspired, but after seeing you he could only picture you at the beach

He spent the rest of the day sketching you instead, requesting you to pose in different angles

When you were in riskier positions, he tried his best to stay focused but he couldn't help but turn red when he drew the shape of your swimsuit

After he finished sketching, he accompanied you swimming. "YN, next time let's travel to the beach again, just the two of us."

Leonardo Da Vinci

Leo had a rough idea of what it looked like, but he just had to see it for himself~

He wondered why you refused to go out, and instead you walked out with a jacket

He didn't mind, since he took a peak at what it was. He agreed to keep the jacket on since he felt a little jealous if the others saw you like this

He mostly enjoyed some private time with you in the water, as only he was allowed to see you with the garment with your consent

"Cara mia, I'm happy that you're comfortable with me."

You relaxed more in the water, and for once you managed to tease him back with a tiny crab that you launched on him. He asked kisses in return for the fright though

Jean D'Arc

The likes of Leonardo and Arthur would not stop teasing him despite Jean's aggression

It intensified the moment you stepped out in that bikini

"The Lord had blessed this day Jean-" Arthur commented.

"NO HE HAS NOT-"

Jean was on his best behaviour, even trying to shield his gaze with a leaf

You slowly pulled Jean into the water, although it never reached your waistline as he had a nosebleed

Most of the day ended up with you comforting Jean…

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

He thought he was prepared, but he thought wrong

With the summer breeze, he gave you his jacket just in case you were cold

Despite your protests, he kept it on you since he didn't want to admit that he was actually jealous that the other residents saw you like this

"I never said I was jealous… You might be cold from the wind."

You didn't mind his little comments, after all, you were focused on making him blush

Which includes 'accidentally' pressing up on him in the water, which leads to Mozart almost fainting when you hugged him

Sebastian/Akihiko Satou

He may know what a bikini is, but he could not predict how he felt when he saw you in one

He rushed to the water when he did, which then confirmed his feelings

You thought he couldn't wait to play in the water, so you were shocked when he held a hand to you

"Please don't step any closer YN. My mini me is too excited."

You didn't know how to respond, except your first thought of 'Are you okay?'

Both of you were a confused mess for half the day, until Sebastian said his 'mini me' was excited no more

Comte Saint Germain

He wondered what was taking you so long, so he cheekily asked if the garments fit

You huffed as you crossed your arms under your chest, giving a hard stare at your lover

"How did you know my size?"

"Well when we got frisky the other night-"

You stopped him from explaining any further, instead opting for the alcohol he brought

Despite his constant praises, the thing that made you feel better was when he caught a crab for both of you to eat

William Shakespeare

Will was singing praises the moment he saw you, calling you his goddess and muse out loud

He wouldn't stop marveling at you, which got you embarrassed

He didn't say it, but he gave anyone who stared at you a murderous glare

Perhaps he could make a simple accident of 'falling off a cliff' although it was never executed as you wanted to teach William some water games

Although… it didn't stop William from throwing some fish out of water from being too close to you…

"Ah YN, that fish was about to bite you. I simply tossed it at Theodorus, not on purpose I swear!-"

Vlad

He was already sour that you accepted such a gift from Comte

You did comment that the beach was a little empty than you'd thought, but Vlad did want it to be just the two of you

The beach date at first was playful, with you being so fascinated with the water

It got difficult for Vlad when he saw your wet body emerge from the ocean

He felt blessed by some other worldly god, although he wasn't quick enough to hide his desire for you

At the end of the night date, Vlad made an excuse that the tears in your swimsuit were in a 'moment of passion

Johann Georg Faust

He was stunned, sure, but the other shock factor for him was that he thought that the outfit was used for sex on the beach, and he doesn't mean the drink

He was quite disappointed, and you smacked him for giving you such a pity face that it wasn't

Instead, you tried to show him how it was useful by how quickly it dried

It was all in vain since Faust thought that being naked together would be more sensual practical

When you came out of the water, Faust realised he had not inspected your body enough…

"YN, I think you have to be the model as I further inspect this garment…"

Charles-Henri Sanson

Charles in general was in awe of how adorable you looked. He knew you had more than one, so he wanted to see you in all of them

You had to stop at the second last bikini as you too wanted your time in the water

Charles might've been too rough with you in the water, as when he carried you, the bikini top slipped, exposing part of your breast

He dropped you since his mind was all over the place, trying to process what he just saw

He realised what he'd done… "Y-YN! Are you okay?!"

He was much gentler with you next time around. Needless to say, when he heard of a non-swimming version… He wanted to get his hands on it for you as soon as possible…

#slightly not family friendly #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp scenarios #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp theo #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp jean #ikevamp comte #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp faust #ikevamp charles #ikevamp william #ikevamp napoleon

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zukump3 · 3 years

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first time showing your legs || hcs

anon asked: I like to wear giant robes (like Harry Potter giant robes situation) because i'm very sensitive to the cold, and today i didn't wore it and my best friend was like "wtf u got legs... And they fine" (i have thick thigs) so, how would Tamaki, Deku, Kirishima and Denki to a s/o who does the same??

warnings: fluff & suggestive content, reader has thick thighs here lol, fem!reader

a/n: i can relate to this cause i also have thick thighs n never show my legs lmao

izuku never questioned how you never showed your legs

you were always in jeans and sweats

and even with the skirt ua girls wore, you always wore tights underneath

he never noticed until mineta ew pointed it out one day

“i’ve yet to see y/n’s beautiful legs, i wonder why.” he would say, his tiny fingers stroking his chin. “we’ve got to see them!”

“maybe she’s got a lot of marks on them or something?” kaminari would suggest. “or! maybe they’re really hairy. like, so hairy you can’t see her skin!”

“or she just doesn’t show her legs, dipshits.” kacchan would spit out at them. “how about you think about how you’re passing the math quiz tomorrow and not some dumb girls legs, yeah?”

ever since that day, which was about two weeks ago now

he’s been more curious than ever to see your legs

he was an over thinker, so his mind went to many possibilities of how your legs looked

maybe they were skinny and slim? maybe your knees had faces in them? maybe they really were as hairy as kaminari said...

but nothing could prepare him for the chill saturday class 1-A was having in the common area

and suddenly seeing you come out of the elevator in some black shorts, your legs exposed

and... wow.

his eyes instantly shot to your thighs

were they always that full? and... jiggly?

he can’t even look away when you sit next to him, thighs pressed right next to his

“h-hi, y/n!” he would tell you in a constricted tone, his cheeks flushed

“are you okay?” you would giggle at him and he would just nod, holding up an “ok” sign with his fingers

“perfectly fine.”

denki would probably be one that would always press to see your legs

“oh cmon, y/n! jeans again today?”

“ahhh, you’re really wearing ripped jeans? quit teasing me babe!~”

he knows you’re a bit more sensitive to cold weather than everyone else in the class and your entire body is covered whenever it’s cold

but he still just wanted to see

even when you guys studied together your legs were covered

he would literally walk around in his underwear to hopefully shed a piece of clothing from you

but you never budged.

like the kind of boy he is, he would eventually forget all about it

and get used to the sight of your legs being covered like everyone else in class 1-A

on sunday, the day right before your math test

it was particularly hot in the dorm

denki expected nothing different from you

but when you came to his dorm in nothing but one of his shirts and matching yellow shorts...

he’s never moved across the room and grabbed you that fast.

“denki?! what the fuck-“

“holy shit, you’ve been hiding that?!” he would shout at you, which would obviously fluster you

he would be playing with your thighs for the entirety of the study session

another one that wouldn’t notice at first

when the weather was cold, he expected you to be all dressed up

he would compliment you whenever you wore pants, even if u wore the most basic of sweats

“loving the grey today y/n! wait, i might have a pair that looks just like that!! wanna match?”

yes. he’s definitely gifted you crimson riot sweatpants that he bought for the both of you because he just loves you sm

when the weather starts getting warmer though and your clothing choice doesn’t change, he’d be a little worried

“y/n... do you really wanna be wearing black jeans today? the sun is out,, and beaming!”

the fact that your boyfriend cared so much and worried so much about you really warmed your heart

you appreciated his concerns too

“aww, don’t worry about me kiri. i’m fine!”

from then on he concluded that you must’ve been insecure about your legs

all the girls would be wearing shorts in the warm weather, even jiro

and you’d be the only one in pants

even if you wore baggy jeans with rips in the thighs, he still really worried for you

it wasn’t until he cornered you in your room did he actually ask

“y/n...” he would frown.

“do you feel bad about the way your legs look?”

“...huh?”

“it’s just... you never show them. and it’s getting pretty hot in japan. i don’t think it’s healthy to walk around in pants all the time...” he would say sheepishly, then widen his eyes. “it’s your choice though! i’m just—saying. not trying to police what you wear or anything! that’s definitely not manly.”

and you couldn’t help but just laugh at how endearing he was 😭

“i’m just comfortable with pants, kiri. if you wanna see my legs so bad, you could’ve asked.”

his mouth probably dropped open when you slid your sweatpants down and showed your legs

his eyes instantly shot to those thighs

and he decided that would be his favorite part of you from now on

he napped between your thighs after that <3

our quiet little baby

would always notice that you wore pants and covered your legs on a day to day basis

would he say anything about it though?

no. no he would not.

1). he didn’t feel like it was place to point it out and 2). you wore what you wanted to. who was he to question it?

but he couldn’t help the curiosity that always lingered in the back of his brain whenever you wore tights to school under your skirt

the more time he went on, the more he wanted to see what was underneath all those pants you wore.

it was a subconscious want though, so he would show it in hidden ways

resting a hand on your knee when you two would sit together

playing with the rips in your jeans whenever you wore them

or scanning your body from head to toe when you walked towards him—his eyes focusing extra long on your legs

stuff that he didn’t notice he was doing but you definitely noticed

tamaki was fun to tease, so of course

that’s exactly what you did.

you invited him over to a study session one day and he accepted

when you opened the door to your dorm, he nearly fainted

you weren’t wearing any pants.

none. at all.

he couldn’t even concentrate on what you were saying as you led him into the room

drinking up the sight of your backside, and your plush thighs...

but then you both sat in the bed and you

you covered them.

with a blanket.

he wanted to scream

the entire session he was fidgety, barely paying attention to what you wear saying

he asked you to repeat something about fifteen times

you were having entirely too much fun

but when it got the point where he could barely function you just huffed, sliding your body into his lap

“if you wanted to see my legs so bad, all you could’ve done was asked, tama.”

commence a heated make out session with his hands cupping your thighs the entire time xp

#hot #bnha x reader #bnha x poc!reader #mha x reader #mha headcanon #mha headcanons #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #kirishima x reader #kaminari x reader #tamaki x reader #tamaki headcanons #midoriya headcanons #kaminari headcanons #kirishima headcanons #bnha headcanons

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