#and when asked *why* the only answer the person holding the key can give you is 'because program'

[luveline]

Girl pls pls write stripper reader and Spencer where she thinks he would never date her bc she’s a stripper and just a sprinkle of angst with lots of comforting fluff and Spencer reassuring

thank u for requesting! ♡ fem, 1.5k

cw mentioned past domestic/workplace abuse, unhealthy eating habits

Someone broke into my apartment. 9:14AM

Spencer reads the message under the table but forgoes discretion when he registers what it says and who it's from. He excuses himself from the round table, something he isn't even sure he's allowed to do, and hurries out onto the landing. 

You answer on the second dial. "Hey, did you see my text?" you ask. 

"Are you okay?" He squeezes his phone. 

"I'm not sure. I'm fine, but my lock is busted and the door won't stay shut." 

"Where are you?" 

If you're surprised that he's steamrolling, you don't show it. Spencer leaves work to meet you at the coffee shop you've chosen for refuge, your eyes tired, a small bag of your most important possessions hanging on a slumped shoulder. He hugs you straight away. 

"I'm fine," you say into his neck. 

He hugs you tighter. "That's good," he says, feeling useless, fingers stroking little paths into your shoulders. He pictured the worst from your text, and seeing you in person is the only true mitigator. You'll talk down bruises and black eyes —you have in the past. 

He pulls the story from you as you walk back to his apartment, shoulder to shoulder in the cold street. "It was open when I got home, the door, but I did what you asked me to." 

"You didn't go in?" he confirms proudly. 

"Not at first." 

"You really won't call the police?" 

"I texted you." 

Spencer takes the strap of your bag from you and throws it over his own. "I'm not that kind of cop. I'm not really a cop at all." 

"No, you're a fed, which is worse. The girls at work told me to stay away from you." You wipe under your eyes sluggishly. Sleep clings to you like a shadow trailing behind you, ever-present. 

He puts his hand behind your back, worried you'll fall up the steps to his apartment building. "They think I'll what, extort you?" 

You shake your head, something sad in the slow side to side. "Girls like me have no business around guys like you." 

"You probably get too much business from guys like me." 

You laugh, but you both know it's not what you meant. Spencers noticed it more and more lately, nothing so obvious until now, this dead set belief you hold that he's one type of person and you're another. He gets that your work isn't what you wanted for yourself when you were growing up. He knows it isn't easy, even on your 'good' nights. It takes a toll to be seen as you are, nothing left private. But you've always said you liked stripping as much as anyone should like their job. "It's a job," you'd said, having barely known him, tired and hungry, curled up on his couch with nowhere else to go. "Only the luckiest get to really enjoy work. S'why it's called work." 

He'd hoped, perhaps in a self-absorbed way, that  having more support might make you feel better about yourself; he wanted his friendship to give you some confidence, basically. Before you met Spencer there was no one else you could depend on. It's why you stayed working for a man who broke your wrist until Spencer weaselled his way into your life and made you a bed in his living room for the time it took to get you out. His credentials helped, of course, but you survived it because you're resilient. You're awesome. You've done everything you can with what you have and you don't think it's enough. 

You and Spencer take the elevator to his floor, and for the twenty seconds it takes to get there, you let your cheek rest on his shoulder. He's just about to drop his head on top of yours when the doors open, and the slice of quiet you'd both savoured slips like sand between his fingers. 

"I can go back and get some of your stuff," he offers, guiding you the short walk to his door. He passes you the key rather than struggle with the lock himself. 

Your hand shakes as you push down the handle. "There's nothing worth going back for." 

"Don't say that, you have all your clothes there, your couch. You have things. I'll take my car." 

"You hate driving." 

"I'd hate someone robbing you even more." 

"Robbing me again," you correct, holding the door for him. 

You didn't have anything worth the trouble, it seems. You keep your savings in a locked box hidden in the bathroom that they couldn't find, and though your apartment is clean and bigger than the one you lived in before Spencer met you, it's mostly empty. You don't have a TV, you're not a collector. They took the radio off of the refrigerator, your microwave oven, and a box of cosmetic jewellery worth chapel change. 

"But it's your stuff. You deserve to have stuff." Spencer drops your bag gently and his with less care by the door. 

"It's only until the locksmith can come tomorrow," you say with a yawn. "Let the junkies lavish in my stuff for the next twenty hours." 

"That's not a problem for you?" 

"I don't have the luxury of that being a problem for me, Spence. What am I supposed to do? The locksmith can't come–" 

"There are a hundred locksmiths." 

"Not that I can afford." You shrug out of your jacket. "Spence, listen to me. It's okay. I can't ask you to do that, anyways. You've done more than enough for me already," you say, sitting on the couch. You perch for a moment like you're trying to be polite until fatigue overtakes you, and you sink into the cushions with a relieved sigh. 

Spencer crosses the space between you and kneels by your feet to untie your shoelaces. 

"Don't do that," you mumble, hand over your mouth as a second yawn in as many minutes catches you. 

"Why not?" He slips your shoes off, letting his hand rest on your ankle. "Wanna watch that weird cooking show–" 

"Why aren't you at work?" 

He climbs onto the couch next to you, unafraid to sit shoulder to shoulder. "You were having an emergency." 

You rub your face with both hand. "I knew I shouldn't have called you. You can't just leave work because of me, Spencer, what if you get in trouble?" 

"Someone I care about needed my help, and Hotch understands that." Spencer puts on his big boy pants with a wince. "Do you get that?" 

"I don't really… I don't…" You falter. "We're never going to work. You'll never…" 

"I'll never what?" he asks insistently, voice lilting up with a little incredulity. He can't help it.

You refuse to answer, turning your face from his. 

Spencer knows what you're going to say. He's bad with girls but he's good at recognising human emotion; he sees the same insecurity in himself as he does in you. He knows the feeling. 

You're not right, is the thing. 

Spencer would kiss you if he thought that would change your mind. But tired as you are, angry with yourself, defeated, he knows it's not a good idea. He takes your hand instead, sewing your fingers together with a deliberate slowness. He brings his other hand to them and strokes the back of your index finger with his thumb, careful not to disrupt your press on nails. He knows they have a tendency to come off with too much pressure, and you're always losing your glue. 

"If they really need me to go, they'll call me. But I'm staying here." His thumb moves down to your knuckle. You have little calluses and cuts and bruises everywhere from dancing. He's seen the contusions that line your thighs on a semi permanent basis. "When was the last time you had something to eat?"

"Spencer," you murmur. 

"Let me take care of you, please," he says, hand curling around your wrist with extreme gentleness. "You need to eat. You need to sleep. Let me worry about everything else for once, I want to." 

You still don't look at him, but you sink down an inch at a time until your cheek is on his shoulder again, like it had been in the elevator. Hesitant, you wrap your arm around his stomach. 

"I'm so stupid," you say. 

He wonders if that's a placeholder for what you really want to say. You think so little of yourself sometimes, but it's like you've told him before. Not everyone has the luxury of enjoying their job. 

"You're amazing." Spencer feels like he's on fire everywhere that your skin touches him. Is he saying the right things? "You are. You're the only person who doesn't see that." 

"The only person here, maybe." 

"You should always be here, then. With me. That way I can remind you." 

You sound more like yourself when you answer, though tiredness lines every word, "Thank you, Spencer. I don't deserve you." 

"Yes, you do."

Spencer rubs your hand until you fall asleep, and then he buys you a new toaster oven on his phone, and an industrial security lock. He doesn't know what it'll take to convince you that you deserve him, you deserve better, but he's gonna try. 

He presses his cheek to your temple and focuses on the softness of your skin where it touches his.  

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

[bysaber]

Stuck in a cabin ft. Megumi Fushiguro

Day 14 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — after a ski trip with a group of friends, a snowstorm traps you and the only person in the group you barely talk with, megumi fushiguro.

word count — 1.6k

content — MDNI, smut, mutual pining, mutual masturbation, praise kink (megumi has it), megumi is a little inexperienced but it’s not explicit, finger sucking (?), yuji x reader mentioned, lowercase intended

notes — happy bday megs!! my fav boy <3

it’s been one hour and a half since you and megumi started drinking and the silence is beyond excruciating.

you both have many things to say, he and you are aware of that, but somewhat the both of you can’t push yourselves to say any of it. fear holds your words back, locking them in your throats.

after a cheerful weekend with all of your friends, you were left alone; yuta and maki took off first thing in the morning and, since you slept until 1 p.m. and nobara had an assignment to turn in, yuji drove her.

megumi rented the place so, being the one who needed to hand the keys to the renter, promised yuji he would take you home instead.

problem is – by the time you got up and packed your things, a snowstorm started, trapping you and megumi in the cabin far above some mountains.

“uh, i forgot to tell you… yuji apologized for not driving you back. he was your ride, right?” megumi finally breaks the silence, his gaze locked on his empty glass of wine.

he wonders if he should fill it again.

he is a lightweight, but the wine isn’t that strong.

“that’s fine,” you couldn’t care less about yuji. not right now. this is the closest you’ve ever been to megumi, the guy who unknowingly has you on his knees, the reason you suggest drinking together in the first place. “sorry to trouble you, though.”

the raven-haired boy can feel your eyes on him, as if you’re trying to figure him out. if the wine hadn’t tinted his cheeks red yet, you would be able to see the blush on his face.

silence engulfs you again, and it sickens him to hear you gulping down your drink. with the silence, it becomes so very easy to hear all the little sounds you make, even your breathing. he’s not sure he can handle it.

he needs to break it.

“so… you and yuji?”

megumi wants to slap himself the moment the words leave his lips. what kind of question is that? he swears at himself, but he truly wants to know.

he has liked you for so long that, when he started growing suspicious about your relationship with yuji, he didn’t have the stomach to ask about it to his best friend. he would tell himself he was better off not knowing.

but yuji isn’t here.

and you… you are.

he hears it when you laugh – a laugh so genuine it warms his heart – and turns his head to look at you. you seem really amused, but he doesn’t get what’s so funny and a little pout appears on his lips.

“uh, me and yuji are just friends, megumi,” you say when your laugh comes to an end. “just friends.”

“ah,” should he believe you? you aren’t even close. why would you tell him? “i just thought…”

“what did you think, megs?” you’re fast to approach him, now sitting so close together your thighs touch and your breath fans over his jaw. you wear a playful, almost wicked, smile as you press further, “did you think i was fucking yuji?”

the dirty word in your voice makes megumi’s cock twitch. he tries to keep his breathing steady, putting his glass on the table before turning completely to you, although avoiding your eyes. does it matter if he lies? “yes.”

“why do you care?” your ambush has him almost collapsing in front of you. megumi can feel his blood running cold as he tries to think of an answer to give you, a decent one that won’t put him into further trouble. “do you want to fuck me instead, megumi?”

it is so hard to think when your face is so close. are you testing him? have you found out about his crush on you? about his perverted fantasies? are you trying to catch him red-handed?

megumi lifts his eyes to meet yours, a ‘sorry’ on the tip of his tongue when he catches on how you seem to be drowned in lust. your pupils dilated, shining bright, and a silent request you never make.

he kisses you with utter desperation, his hand grabbing the back of your neck to pull you closer and guide you through it. you straight up mewl against his lips, the sound making his blood run straight down to his dick.

as his tongue invades your mouth, you grab his shirt tight and lay down, pulling him with you. megumi doesn’t even know where to put his hands, shaking slightly as he runs them over your sides; grabbing, squeezing, making sure you are really there.

as soon as you part the kiss, your lips are on his neck and he groans, rutting his hips against your legs. he can feel his entire body growing hotter, his cheeks flushing, but you give him no time to doubt himself as you part your legs to accommodate him.

“shit…” he hisses, thrusting in a desperate attempt to have some relief. “can i… can i take these off? is this okay?”

you nod and he immediately retreats, just enough to take your sweatpants off you. too many clothes, he thinks. everything suddenly became so hot.

“take yours off, too,” you say. “please.”

you watch, lust and adoration filling you, as he stands and pulls his pants down with trembling hands. you can see the bulge on his underwear, your mouth salivating at the sight.

but megumi doesn’t wait another second before he’s on the couch again, kneeling in front of you. his hands are cold when they touch your knees, silently asking for you to open your legs again – and you do.

“kiss me again,” you notice he’s nervous so you ask, and when megumi presses his weight down on you and connects your lips again, you become a mess. “megumi…” you whisper between a kiss, moaning softly when he thrusts against you, the wetness in your panties making it feel so damn good. “are you sure you want this?”

megumi knows you can see his anxiety, but you erase it with each kiss. you erase it when you roll your hips on him, making him whimper. “yes. yes.”

you’re not sure he’s answering your question, and he buries his face on your neck as his right hand goes straight to your core. “megumi.”

“want this… want you so bad,” he whines close to your ear, pulling your panties down a little and cupping your pussy. you both moan, “shit– you’re so wet. i did this?”

his question is genuine, taking his face off your neck to look at you. he looks so fucked up and it drives you insane, knowing he was on cloud nine for touching you alone.

“y–yeah. you did,” you can barely express yourself as he massages your lower lips, his eyes locked on your face to gather every bit of your reactions. when he presses his thumb on your clit, it’s your turn to whimper, “fuck, fuck, –gumi.”

“feels good?” he’s so desperate for confirmation you’d find it cute if you weren’t so lost in yourself already.

“yeah, so good,” he hums happily with your answer, playing with your clit and circling your entrance with one of his fingers. you cry out when he pushes it inside, pumping a few times before pushing in another, “‘s so good. so good to me, megumi,” you’re out of your mind, moving your hips with him.

his chest fills with pride as he watches you squirm underneath him, hearing you praise him. he doesn’t even see you moving your hand to grab his cock, making him falter for a bit.

you push his underwear down just enough to free him, almost automatically smearing the pre-cum leaking from his tip as much as you can before wrapping your hand around him, “wanna make you– feel good too.”

he sighs in pleasure, curling his fingers inside you as he thrusts them and massages your clit. you stop pumping him for a second to collect your own wetness before enveloping him again, “fuck, fuck.” he doesn’t know for how long he can last, knowing damn well he looks like a dog in heat as he matches your movements and speed.

your orgasm comes crashing down and megumi eats the sounds you make by kissing you, the way your walls clench around his fingers and you make a mess on them being the last straw for him to cum as well.

you gasp, still coming down from your high as you feel his seed dripping on your sensitive pussy, painting it white. almost as if claiming you.

when you open your eyes to see there’s cum everywhere, you notice it wasn’t intentional. “shit, megumi, you’re so hot.”

he’s still shaking, so you motion for him to lay on top of you, “sorry, i didn’t want to–”

you shut him by taking your hand to your mouth, licking his cum off it with adoration. megumi feels his cock stir, but copies your movements, licking you off his fingers as well.

you don’t even have to think before you put your fingers on his mouth and he puts his on yours. you feel synchronized, eyes locked on each other and mind filled with dirty thoughts as you suck each other’s fingers off.

and then megumi kisses you again, your mouth filled with the taste of you both combined and you sigh, “you’re so good.”

you don’t mind how many times you’ve said it, you want to keep saying it over and over again. especially when his eyes light up like that.

megumi waited for you for a long time and now he truly is going to be good.

to you.

#s23ficmas #wbysaber #thirsty saber #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #megumi #x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #megumi fushiguro smut #fanfic #smut

[4dbarbie-archive]

4dbarbie interview: All about Desires

4dkelly notes: I had fun making this in an interview style Q&A between 4dbarbie and Vanessa. I thought "how would 4dbarbie answer anon questions if she were still here today?". Spoiler alert, it wouldn't be much different to the questions anons asked her lol. Most answers are just directly extracted from her posts/answered asks but some have been adapted a bit or rearranged to make it flow better. I have added some relevant posts for further reading. I may or may not make more of these. This was mainly just for fun (but then it really evolved into an educational piece lol). My highlight key: key concepts are in pink, action points in purple, really important points in red

Vanessa: I really like this guy and want to manifest him. 😢 How do I do that?

4dbarbie: IMAGINE KNOWING ALL THIS AND STRESSING OVER A GUY?!?!? Unbelievable. Who's holding you at gun point to type this out to me??? 😧😧😧 I refuse to believe this is what this material is getting wasted on. I refuse to believe this is the understanding you guys have after I explained who you are in so many ways. Imagine liking someone who didn't text you back right after to tell you how amazing you are as well 🤮 what do you like about this nobody? You want to give me a heart attack? I tell you there is no one out there but you and instead of being free and loving yourself you... you give a crumb of your precious attention to this? I tell you you are life and you try to make life better through dates?

Vanessa: Okay but what about my other desires? I want them...

4dbarbie: Everything about Vanessa is meaningless. She has a life and if it's boring, who cares? Forget it. What do you need these stories for? Do you not understand they have reality because you give it to them? YOU! They have no standing on their own! The whole world is just your mere thought. The body exists because you are aware of it being! Only you have this power. Only you are. Why are you dreaming like this? Gosh, you break my heart. If Vanessa is hurting you why do you keep on choosing her?

Vanessa: Then what should I do? I still have things I desire despite knowing I cannot desire because I am not a person, ego, mind...

4dbarbie: You know it intellectually, but have you acted on it at all? You know yourself as Vanessa by acting like Vanessa, know yourself as your Self by acting like yourself. Desires and fears dissipate then. You have desires still because you never stopped thinking you're Vanessa. Investigate who Vanessa actually is :) Spoiler alert: it's a thought! Think something else and see what happens.

Vanessa: How long will this take? When will I see a change?

4dbarbie: Now. Who is doing the change in attitude, what are you waiting for to happen for you to change your attitude? It's instant. You see it, you realize you have no reason to worry/doubt/desire/fear anymore, let things happen as they happen while you're undisturbed and they dissolve.

Vanessa: Should I just keep assuming that I don't desire things anymore because I already have it while I'm denying and dismissing my senses? It feels like I'm just waiting and being delusional though

4dbarbie: Your world is right and perfect, what you see is what you are so even if you're seeing what 'you' don't want, the world is not wrong in being what it is. Fearing it, trying to manipulate it, lying to yourself about it being something different - all useless and vain attempts.

Not seeing the world as it is, is an aversion to it. - Lester Levenson

See it as it is and it will fix itself.

And no, being delusional is not good, it leads you not to trust your own judgment or senses. Which is not right, why shouldn't you? What is wrong with your vision? Being delusional from your ego self is really harmful, someone could be abusing you and you would go "i'm sure that's not right he loves me so much in my mind!!!"

You won't be able to get rid of the waiting feeling as long as you're identified with your ego, it can manipulate nothing. And if you weren't your ego -- everything would already be materialized, so there would be nothing to wait for.

Vanessa: Well since I Am and I give life to everything, when Vanessa desires something, I can just "give" her her desires, right?

4dbarbie: The desire that *I*... the desire is of Vanessa, the Self can have that and it's nothing to it. It's just another experience. Those things are in you, not you in them.

You don't have to give her anything... you don't have to fulfill anybody... I Am is already everything... you only don't see you are all and have the all because you won't stop thinking you're the ego. All you're doing all the time is creating lack & limitation, perfection already is. You just add unsatisfying labels constantly with your wrong thinking.

Let go of the thinking, it's instant. No need to fulfill anybody. 1 My tip is to realize your Self, have enough courage to face Vanessa's fears. See how unnecessary is to pay them any mind at all. Let go of thinking you are this little helpless thing already. After you realize yourself, any bold assertion does it. There's no time delay. 2

Vanessa: Now I feel defeated, do I just give up on everything then?

4dbarbie: Feeling defeat is actually good, it prompts you to let go :D You don't need to reach for what is already within you. Give up the idea that you have not found it and just let it come into the focus of direct perception, here and now, by letting go of all that is of the mind.

Abandon all sense of separation, see yourself in all and act accordingly - Nisargadatta Maharaj

You have it, all is well. Just stop believing the illusions born out of thinking you're a person.

Vanessa: So as Awareness, I have to stop desiring?

4dbarbie: If you know yourself to be Awareness, then you know yourself to be the all. There is nothing to desire, because you have no reason to create desire.

That's why it's necessary to realize all that is is awareness and the person comes second. If you think all that is is the person, then the chances of believing you're suddenly a different person are slim, and the persuasion and convincing are nothing but a form of self-instilled mental torture. 1 All you're doing is imagining/thinking you're an ego who has to strive for things, but it is "I AM" imagining itself to be so.

What is beyond is clear of all striving. The cause of suffering is in the identification of the perceiver with the perceived. - Nisargadatta Maharaj

When that identification ceases, so does desire. Then, if you want to express yourself as being a person, nothing is stopping you from doing so, only know yourself first. After that, no matter what you choose to experience the world as, you will know you are not it and it can't hurt you.

Vanessa: What do I do when a desire or fear comes to my mind then? It doesn't feel right to suppress them...

4dbarbie: I am not talking of suppression. Just refuse attention. Nisargadatta has a saying "When you happen to walk in a crowd, you do not fight every man you meet — you just find your way between." Neville has another "Indifference is the knife that severs, feeling is the tie that binds." When you refuse to play the game, you are out of it.

Vanessa: Then how do I stop feeling anxious about trying to change my life?

4dbarbie: You are not the one who is anxious or fearful, the ego is fearful. LOA was wrong about letting go because you can't let go of desires or fears if you don't know who you really are. If you think you are this ego you can't help being anxious. You can't help wanting to get. Real surrendering can only be of the ego. By letting go of who you think you are and seeing you were never it in the first place, that it is because YOU are, you naturally drop all desires and fears because they weren't yours. 1 Get into a habit of watching, letting them be but not identifying with them. If you can observe them, it means you are not them.

Abandon all imaginings and know yourself as you are. All craving is due to a sense of insufficiency. When you know that you lack nothing, that all there is, is you and yours, desire ceases. - Nisargadatta Maharaj

Vanessa: How do I stop feeling doubts then?

4dbarbie: You shut them down. There is no reason to argue with them, contemplate them, or give them any kind of attention at all. See them for what they are, an illusion of the mind. When you catch yourself being aware of something that's undesirable, just go 'What problem?' and know it to be perfect again. Always remember, the real you can't have doubts, only your ego can.

Vanessa: I feel like I'm not doing enough to realize my true Self. How can I be more productive on this journey?

4dbarbie: There's nothing to be productive about. What a silly concept. Don't add another burden or worry onto yourself. Right now you make yourself guilty over not seeking more and doing more to attain realization, but you already have it. You need not take time to meditate or put time aside to contemplate and "apply". All you need to do is detach from this form during the day, let life happen as it happens while reminding yourself it's a dream, a dream that doesn't have to be yours.

The guilt is because you think you're running out of time and you need to change "your" life now. Be patient with yourself because you don't lose any time, just get to that place I'm telling you about and then you can just go back in time if you so wish. All worry is pointless! And there is nothing to fear, things just happen, do not claim them as yours for a while. Unclutter your mind, it becomes your servant after you've freed it enough.

#interview #4dbarbie #nonduality #non duality #nondualism #non dualism

[wildemaven]

he makes life better | joel miller

-> pairing: no outbreak!joel miller x reader

-> word count: 1335

-> content warning: 18+ blog; bad day, annoyed with work, dealing with flat tire, joel being sweet, lots of fluff

-> note: this is for my sweet friend @gnpwdrnwhiskey hoping this brings a smile to her face 💞 this isn’t beta’d either so it’s probably filled with mistakes lol.

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Joel ❤️: How’s your day going Honey?

I’m so ready for my shift to be over. I’d rather read the dictionary, front to back, than deal with the shit they have me doing today. 

RING

“That bad, huh?” Joel’s voice brings you an instant smile when you answer his call, silently stepping away from the mess that you were dealing with at work. 

“You have no idea. It already feels like it’s been the longest week, today has just added to the shit show life keeps throwin’ at me lately. Went to leave for work this morning and I had a flat tire. Ugh! I’m sorry for complaining.” You vent to him, tucking yourself in a secluded corner. You were going against policy by taking a personal call while on the clock, but you didn’t care about company policy or the outcome of you were to get caught at the moment— Joel was your only focus right now. 

“Hey, none of that. Don’t apologize for being stressed. Why didn’t ya call me ‘bout your tire?” Joel asked. 

You know he would’ve dropped everything the minute did call him, which is also why you didn’t. He had been stressing over starting at a new job site, one of the biggest ones he had been hired for. The last thing you wanted was to add to his already busy day of things he had to deal with. 

“You’d already left for work and had that new job you’ve been talkin’ about. Didn’t wanna bother you with it. I called AAA and had them put the spare on for me so I could drop it off at the tire shop. Now, I’m unexpectedly the owner of 4 new tires.” 

“I don’t care how busy I am— you need something, you call me, no matter what. Got that, Honey?” 

“Got it, Joel. Thank you.” You smile into the phone at his concern for you, always finding ways to make you fall even deeper in love with him. 

“Good. Hey, I gotta go. Tommy looks like he’s about ready to break his back. I should probably go help him before he actually does and my insurance takes a hit. I’ll see ya tonight then, sweetheart?” 

“Yeah. I should be outta here in 3 hours.” The end to your long shift, almost over. 

“That sounds great! I love you, Honey. I’ll see ya later.” You can faintly hear Tommy cursing in the background. 

“Love you too, Joel.” You tell him before the line goes dead. Giving yourself a few minutes of quiet before heading back to join your team and the never ending line of customers. 

The rest of your shift goes by fairly quickly. Joel’s phone call must have been just the moral boost you needed to sprinkle a little bit of extra positivity into your day.

The minute the clock hit 5 pm, you wasted no time clocking out and logging out of your computer for the day. Deliberately bypassing your usual exit path to avoid any chatty coworkers, Joel and home your main focus of the rest of your day, you weren’t going to waste any time stuck in drawn out conversations. 

Your purse thrown over your shoulder, work apron crumpled in one hand and the other holding your empty tumbler that once held the warm delicious coffee you had hoped would sustain you through the day, now wishing it was filled with something a little stronger to help you unwind when you got home. 

It’s a struggle trying to juggle your things as you search for your keys, lost somewhere in the depths of your purse along with the rest of your life's necessities. You pause in the middle of an empty parking space near where your jeep is parked to give the search your full attention. After some thorough digging, you locate your keys and let out an exasperated sigh, one step closer to being home. 

Taking a step forward as you press the unlock button on your key, you look up to see an unexpected sight. A familiar truck in the parking spot next to yours, and the most handsome man leaning on it. He looks like he came straight from the job sight, too. His peppered grey hair disheveled, but his soft curls were still intact even after a long day. The sleeves of your favorite green flannel are rolled up over his flexed forearms that are crossed against his chest, the fabric stretched over his broad shoulders. 

The sight of him is enough to melt away any of the bullshit you had endured over the past week, a completely welcomed surprise. 

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, letting your feet carry you the rest of the way to him. 

“Heard you were havin’ a shitty day. Couldn’t let my lady end it on a bad note.” He croons, pushing himself off the side of his truck, opening his arms to you. 

You melt into him, your face nestled into his shoulder. His rugged scent of musky vanilla and natural pheromones is permanently infused into the fibers of his shirt, it’s your favorite thing ever. His strong arms wrap around you as he presses a soft kiss to your temple, prompting you to straighten up, looking into his amber eyes. 

“Hi, Cowboy.” You beam at him. 

“Hi.” He says, leaning in to gently mold his lips over yours. “I’ve got a surprise for ya, Honey.” 

“This was enough of a surprise for me. What more could I need?” Stealing another kiss from him. 

“If I tell ya, it won’t be a surprise then, will it?” He says, tilting his head slightly as he looks at you. 

“I guess you have a point.” 

“We’ve gotta get going though, it’s time sensitive.” He grabs for your things and walks you around to the passenger door, holding it open as you climb in. “We’ll grab your jeep in the mornin’, if that’s okay with you?” 

“Whatever you say, Cowboy.” He leans back in for another kiss, before making his way around into the driver’s seat. 

*

The drive isn’t long. Down some familiar roads that lead to a dirt one off the main highway. His truck travels down the gravel road lined with a barbed wire fence. After a few minutes he’s pulling off to the side and killing the engine. 

“You brought me to my favorite place.” Looking over to his side of the truck, where he’s already looking in your direction. Your heart grows at how he thought to bring you here, knowing how much joy it brings you every time. 

“Thought you could use it. Look, here they come.” He says pointing to your window. 

Off in the distance, the small herd of cows were in pursuit of their evening meal and water break. Mamas with their little rambunctious calves trailing behind, trekking along the same path they travel each evening. 

It’s a calming sight. Their heads bobbling with each dramatic step. Tails whipping over their rear ends to swat away the annoying flies. A few stopping mid trek to look in your direction, letting out a long drawn out moo. Their friendly hello, it’s good to see you again, then back on the move. 

The sky is painted in pinks and purples as the sun dips below the horizon. Your day feeling less shitty as you sit silently in the cab of Joel’s truck. His hand resting on your thigh while his thumb draws soft circles over thick denim seam. 

“Thank you for this. Didn’t realize how much I needed it. I love you, Joel.” You tell him, rolling your head over the headrest in his direction. 

“I did it because I love you, Honey. And s’what I’m here for.” There’s a low rumble in the air as he turns the key over, shifting the truck into drive. “Now, how ‘bouts we head on home and I spend the rest of the evenin’ show you all the other ways I love you?”

“Take me home, Cowboy.” 

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us au #no outbreak!joel miller #TLOU #pedro pascal #pedrostories #wildemaven writes

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DARE. MATT STURNIOLO

part 2

matt x fem!reader

a harmless prank wont hurt right?

warnings- use of y/n, swearing, smut, high matt, p in v, weed.

matt’s pov

I stood outside shuffling through my keys trying to get to the house key. i walked in to hear chris, nick, and nate all in the living room taking turns to play ‘mario carts’.

“yo, how’d it go? did you guys fuck?” chris asks

“no, but she thinks i like her” i respond as i sit beside him

“bro, you know what would make the prank even better? you should text her” chris says

“i’ll try” i say as i get up

as im heading upstairs i cant help to smile from how good the prank is going. i grab my phone from my pocket and text her, mostly the only time i did text her was when i started getting f’s in junior year of high school and need the homework answers.

Me: Hey. I had a good time with you today!

Y/n: yeah! it was fun

Me: Do you wanna smoke weed? my brothers are getting on my nerves and i need a distraction.

Y/n: yeah! sure

Me: K, pick you up in 10

y/n pov

the next hour moved painfully slow. This is either because im waiting to see matt or because im waiting for weed.

matt and i have never talked about anything other than him asking for homework answers or just him messing with me in general.

while i wait i put on a blue oversized zip up and black cargo pants. i get a text from matt saying he’s outside my apartment.

Matt: Im here!

Me: okay, give me a minute to get outside

Matt: No, i mean im at your front door.

i get a knock on the door. i run to open the door.

“matt!!” i say as i hug him

“hii” he says while laughing

“i dont think anyone has ever been that excited to see me” he added

i chuckle as we are on our way to the car.

“so where are we going?” i ask

“my house” he replys

“okay” i say

matt starts holding my hand. i smile as he looks at me.

“why are you smiling?” he says while laughing

“no reason” i shrug

15 minutes later

we pull in to his drive way and he gets out the car to open my door.

“thank you!” i say

“yeah of course” he replies

as we enter the house i can see his brothers stare at us walk up to his room.

Matt digs his hand into the pocket of his pants. “here” he says as he pulls out a bag.

“thank you” i smile, giving him a kiss before sitting down on the floor.

“thats all i get?” he frowns

“yeah, for now! come smoke this weed with me”.

matt follows me and sits beside me against a wall.

“want me to roll it” he offers as he watches me fail

“mhm” i hum

me and matt have smoked together a couple times before but we haven’t done it in a couple weeks.

“can you pass me a lighter?” matt asks.

i pass him the lighter while i continue to watch him.

he turns his body facing me. “open your mouth”

i do as he says, sucking on his thumb as he uses it to seal the joint shut.

he holds the joint against my lips, and i take it between them, letting him light the other end.

i inhale the smoke entering my mouth.

before i can let out the smoke, he lifts my chin up and kisses me. as my mouth is partly open. the smoke goes in between our mouths.

he smiles at me.

i hold the joint in front his face, letting him grab it with his mouth and take it between his fingers.

“your so beautiful ma” matt says

“thank you” i say as he hands the joint back to me

after a few minutes of silence i decide to ask him a question

“do you like me?” i ask him

“yes, do you?” he replies

“yeah” i say

“come here, ma” he demands

i sit on his lap and he kisses me, after making out for god knows how long he stops and smothers me with wet kisses.

“matt. i need you” i whisper

“i know, i know” he says

matt carry’s me to the bed.

We make out for some time. i lost track of it. i don’t even know if this is the weed or if its just me. my hips aimlessly lift up to find something to create some sort of friction.

what are we doing? im kissing the person i “hated” for 9 years.

we continue making out on the bed as he takes his shirt off, his hands slide to the bare skin under my shirt, with out a second though i take my shirt off completely forgetting i don’t have a bra on

“fuck, your so pretty”

he softly kisses my chest, flicking his tongue over my nipples before sucking them.

he slowly starts unbuttoning his jeans and pulls them down only leaving him with boxers. he slowly starts taking them off.

he pulls my pants and underwear off all together.

“wet for me already?” he says

“matt, please” i whisper

“i know, i know” he says before putting my legs over his shoulders and pushing inside of me.

i grip onto a pillow as my body adjusts to his size. matt gasps in pleasure. he drops his head to my neck, letting me hear his soft whimpers as he feels me clenching around him

he starts thrusting into me. both of us hearing the sound of our skin echo in the room.

im having sex with my so called enemy.

he pushed one of my legs, spreading me more.

“fuck” i yell out.

“gotta be quite if u want me to keep going” matt warns me. he puts his hand over my mouth.

his dick hits every spot perfectly. i find my self begging for him, moaning his name, something we both would never expect.

he pounds in to me watching his cum fill me up as my cum drips around him.

he drops beside me and gets up to grab a towel.

“here” he says as he hands me a towel. I clean my self up and grab my panties and put it back on as i lay back in his bed waiting for him to come in.

he puts sweat pants on and a black shirt.

he gets in bed and puts his hands on my waist and his head on my neck.

i love you

“i love you to” matt replies

part 3?🔥

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Hell Fire (Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader)

Summary: You've been sleeping with Eddie for awhile. You start seeing him more and more even when you're not with him. You can't help feelings of jealously when he deals to another girl which results in an interesting confession.

Warnings: NSFW, car sex, public sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Can be seen as a continuation of Eddie The Freak Munson or as a stand alone.

God you hated the photo of the hellfire club your mom hung up on the fridge. You hated it for many reasons. The first was the fact that you had Eddie smirking at you every time you opened the fridge. The second being the way Dustin stood so close to Eddie. It make your heart melt as you saw them so close together. Dustin really admired Eddie and you knew this. And the fact that Eddie stood next to him the photo made your heart do flips. 

Third reason was because it was starting to make you like Eddie. Eddie The Freak Munson. Liking him? No god he was revolting. He played D&D with your 14 year old brother and this friends. He has been a senior for 3 years in a row. He smelled like pot and cologne and firewood all at the same time. He had that stupid long curly hair. He had those stupid soft brown eyes. The most exuberant, soft, friendly person you’ve probably met. You couldn’t like him you just couldn't. 

Yet here you are standing in front of the fridge staring at Eddie as he looks back at you. A smirk on his face. Wearing those tight tight jeans. Those goddamn rings.

You shook your head from the thoughts and onto new ones. Like what if Eddie didn’t even like you a little bit. What if you were only just sex for him. He had no feelings, platonically or romantically. 

“Y/n! Earth to y/n.” Dustin said waving a hand in front of your face “We need to leave for school now or I’m gonna be late to my emergency hellfire club meeting!” 

“Ok, ok Dustin. I'm coming.” You said rushing to grab your keys and leave out the door. Dustin was waiting by the car as you unlocked your side and then unlocked his. 

“I think Eddie has a crush on you.” Dustin said out of nowhere on the start of your drive to the school.

“What why?”

“He's always asking about you.” You look at him and shake your head. “Always asking if you're picking me up and stuff.”

“Well maybe he just wants to make sure you have a ride.” You smile at him.

As soon as you put the car in park, a sudden bang erupts throughout your car as hands slap the top of your car on Dustin’s side. You turn your head to the obnoxious kid who did that. To no surprise it’s none other than Eddie. Dustin opens the car door and gets out. The window is rolled down when Dustin shuts the door. 

“Thanks for getting him here extra early.” Eddie says winking his eye. You nod your head and give him a strange smile before rolled up the window. 

-

You're laying in his bed. Recently you’ve started staying longer. Sometimes not even having sex. Just chilling out, talking. 

“You know I have that photo of you and hellfire on my fridge. My mom insists on putting it up cause it’s like one of the only photos she has of Dustin, Lucas and Mike together.”

“Aww isn't that sweet you get to see my pretty face every day.” You roll your eyes at his remark. He jumps into bed next to you also staring at the ceiling. 

“Dustin looks up to you so much. You’re so sweet to him and his friends. Thank you.” You say looking over at him. Your heart swells in your chest as you anticipate his answer. “I was just afraid they weren't gonna fit in anywhere, but then they became friends with you and I know I shitted on you for it but thank you.”

“You ramble when you're nervous.”

“Nervous? I’m not nervous.” You say in a stern tone. Eddie just chuckles. 

“They're good kids. He's a good kid.” 

“Yeah they are.” You breath out. You turn to look at Eddie’s clock and see the time. “Shit I gotta go home.” You string up from the bed and start putting on your shoes. 

“You know you could just start staying over.” Eddie sits up, holding himself up with his elbows. “Like spending the night.” You feel yourself tense for a split second, you’re sure he can tell. You want to leap into his arms and tell him yes you would love to. But you can’t.

“Yeah right, we’re not girl friends who are gonna paint each others’ nails and have a pillow fight.” You shake your head.

“Awe you don’t wanna paint my nails.” He grins with a tug of his lips. “We could always have a naked pillow fight.” You shake your head once again and focus on putting your other shoe on. 

-

You walk into the cafeteria with Nancy. You can already see Eddie standing on a table working his table with one of his speeches. You roll your eyes and make your way past his table. His gaze follows yours until his eyes land on your ass.

“Shit Y/n looks good in those tight jeans.” Eddie says, biting his knuckles in a dramatic fashion. 

“You say that everyday.” Jeff looking up at Eddie. 

“This is it fellows, today is the day I make her my girlfriend.” He says dramatically jumping off the table and sitting back down. 

“Is she even gonna say yes.” Gareth snickers with Drew next to him. Eddie shoves his shoulder lightly.

“Of course she is. She can’t get enough of me.” Eddie boosts.

“Then why doesn't she talk to you at school.” Jeff speaks up.

“Who doesn't talk to you at school?” Dustin asks as he sets his lunch tray on the table.

“No one, little Henderson. You wouldn't understand such high school relationships at a young age.” You had Eddie swear he would never tell your brother. You didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. And if you did that was a little more than you could handle. 

-

“Heyyy beautiful.” Eddie swings his body into full view when you turn away from your car to face him.

“Hi Munson.” He grabs your wrist and starts smoothing your palm with his thumb.

“Ouch just Munson?”

“What do you want?”

“Don’t have to act so nasty, no one is around for miles, sweetheart.” He wasn’t wrong. While hellfire did just finish, Dustin hitched a ride with Mike while you stayed at school finishing something for the newspaper alone. It was about 4 o'clock and the sun was turning into a golden color. You look around and see he isn't lying. You grab his jacket and open the back seat of your car, pulling yourself and him inside.

-

“God just fucking take it.” Eddie moaned in your ear. He was fucking you from behind as you were bend over the backseat. His hand was in your hair pulling it back slightly. He was balancing himself between the floor and the seat in order to be able to inch himself inside of you.

“Not so afraid of anyone seeing you now baby, are you?” He pouts to you as he starts to thrust himself deeper and quicker into you. You’re already a panting mess at the first few thrusts. Eddie is still fully clothed as his pants hang around one of his ankles. Your skirt is just hiked up with your panties pushed to the side. “So dirty, letting me fuck you in broad daylight in the school parking lot.” You gush around him at his words as he begins to start hitting the most delicious part inside of you. Both you’re tightening up around each other. You’re happy he put on a condom today so he can come into you. 

He pulls out of you with a sight as you both relax your bodies. You turn around so you’re facing him and sitting on the seat. Eddie pulls up his pants and joins you. You’re both panting messes as you try to adjust to your surroundings. Eddie turns to look at you, you’re not paying attention to him, looking in the direction of the school. He moves his hand to grab your chin and pull you into a kiss with him. The kiss is soft and passionate. You despise it. It's making you want him even more. 

“You good?” He whispers after pulling apart the kiss.

“Y-yeah, yeah of course.” You say smiling at him. 

“I gotta deal at 5:30, wanna wait here with me and then we can go back to mine?” 

“Yeah sure.” You say again still smiling. You didn't want to make it sound obvious that your heart was being pulling at two opposite ends. That you were fighting between primal wants and realistic needs. 

Eddie tells you to pull into the back parking lot of the school all the way in the woods. As you approach the lot another car is there and a girl is waiting outside. Samantha Thompson. A cheerleader of course. Eddie told you multiple times that he was trying to deal to her but they never worked out. However now they are. You pull a few stops next to her and you watch Eddie get out. 

You watch the whole encounter with red in your eyes. Eddie is being his normal self, his normal charming self. And this girl is eating it up, she’s giggling and swaying her hips from side to side. 

You hear almost all his words, they sting you. Stinging you with a feeling in your heart you have never felt so immensely. It’s more than jealously. It physically hurts your body. It physically hurst your heart. You turn your head from the scene and just continue looking forward. In a few seconds, Eddie is jumping into the seat next to you.

“How was it?” You say trying to hide your anger.

“Good, got money for pizza tonight.” He said waving a $20 bill in your face. You roll your eyes and continue your drive to his trailer. 

“Really treating me tonight.” You say sarcastically as you pull into the trailer park.

-

“Oh please, ‘flattery works on me’. What were you trying to get her to fuck you!” You scream in his face. You don't remember how the argument started but it did. And in a manner of minutes your emotions were flooding through you. 

“You really can’t handle me talk to any other girls than you.” He boosts.

“Shut up.” You grit. He shakes his head at you.

“You always do this, act all jealous of other girls who I obviously don't like but then you don’t wanna make what we have official.”

“Fine then make me your little girlfriend. Make me your girlfriend that's gonna follow you every where and worship the ground you walk on. I’ll just be your stupid little girlfriend.” The air becomes thick at your words. Eddie stands there for a moment before he grabs your shoulders and pushes your lips into his. Your mouths meet for a passionate, hungry kiss. 

“You know I hate you.” You grit against his lips as you start throwing your shirt off. He smiles against your lips.

“That’s not what you say when I’m inside you sweetheart.” He says throwing you onto the couch. God you were in for a long night.

-

“Oh that’s right take that dick baby. You wanna be my girlfriend? You wanna be my little stupid cock dumb girlfriend?” He has your body against his as he hits it from behind and his hand in your hair. You can hear the leather of his jacket move against his body every time he thrusts into your body. His mouth is right next to your ear, muttering the most filthy things. You can’t say anything else except nod to his questions. 

You look up at his face and you whine at the sight. His stupid fucking eyes. His goddamn soft brown orbs staring into your with the most admiration you’ve ever seen on someone's face. 

“Fuck wanna be yours, wanna be yours so bad.” You whine as he continues to hit the best spot over and over again. 

“Fuck yeah you do baby. Gonna show everyone you belong to me. Gonna show all those boys you wanted me over them.”

“Always wanted you over everyone else.” You pant out. You can feel your stomach’s knot grow more and more as he continues pounding hard thrusts into you. “Eddie, please. You feel so good.” 

“Yeah I know baby, I’m close to.” He starts relentlessly pounding into you as a desperate attempt to make you come and by god it makes you squeeze around him in orgasmic pleasure faster than you anticipated. Eddie quickly pulls out of you and will just a few jerks of his dick he’s coming onto your back. He lefts out a serious of moans as his sticky substance coats you. You hear him leave the room for a minute before you feel something soft on your skin and then you realize it’s a towel. He wipes you off before turning you over. 

He tosses the towel onto the ground as he pulls on his boxers and hands you his hellfire shirt. You put it on as you throw your head back on the couch in tiredness. You both sit there I silence for a few moments.

“So you like wanna be my girlfriend.”

“Y-yeah. Yes I do.” You say relaxing into him as his arms wrap around your body. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #Edward munson #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things 4 #fanfiction

[mymainwastoocluttered]

The Key to My Heart (Housewardens)

Reader has a secret she keeps locked in her chest. He knows he has her pure, full love when she gives him the key

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

A bit, uh, macabre. Little bit of body horror. If you know Pirates of the Caribbean... Yeah. That.

— <3 <3 <3

— Riddle

Riddle has always known of the existence of the chest. He remembers clearly the orientation day, the girl dressed in baggy cerimonial robes, holding a small chest for dear life.

He hadn't seen it after that, though. Even when he went to Ramshackle, the chest was nowhere to be seen. Even when they started dating, he would never see it. Not that he wanted to pry on her personal matters, of course, but he couldn't help but be curious.

And his patience is rewarded eventually.

The two alone in her room, Grim gone for the day, the door and windows firmly locked. Riddle knows whatever it is she'll reveal, is extremely important and must be kept a secret, and he's touched by her trust on him.

He's less touched when he sees what's in the chest she placed between them on her bed.

A living, beating heart greets him, sounding like a constant drum.

He doesn't know how to feel. He has seen hearts, of course, he's the son of great healers, human anatomy was the first thing drilled in his mind.

But still, there's just something... Something raw about it. Something... Ironically visceral.

"This is my heart," the Prefect explains. "My only weakness. This body of mine cannot die unless my heart stops."

That... makes so much sense. Definitely explains her recklessness when it comes to overblots. She can't die by normal means, no. Not without a heart.

"And this... This is the key to this chest. The only one in existence. I carry it everywhere," she shows him the old key, and he does not has the mind to process its intricate details. "But I want you to have it."

"... W–what?"

"Riddle Rosehearts, this is the key to my heart, and I want you to carry it, forever."

— <3 <3 <3

— Leona

Leona honestly has no idea what's going on. He thought the worst when his girlfriend suddenly asked him to come to Ramshackle so they could speak alone. Thankfully, she's not breaking up with him.

But the chest sitting in front of him on her bed is not making him any less confused. Specially since he can hear... Soft heartbeats coming from it? And muffled by the material of the chest is the scent of meat, fresh, living meat.

"Herbivore–"

"This is my heart," the Prefect states, nimble fingers doing a quick work of taking a heavy looking key from around her neck and opening the chest. "This is why I can't die. While this heart beats, I shall not die."

"... Why?" Leona asks instead of cursing like he first planned to. Give him a break, even he hasn't seen this amount of... Of gore. He's not sure if he's asking why her beating heart is out of her body or why she's showing it to him, and he'd appreciate either question being answered.

She chooses the second one.

"Because... It is yours. I'm giving you the key to my heart, to keep."

— <3 <3 <3

— Azul

Azul has heard the stories of sailors. Human sailors. Despite the merfolk's slow but sure integration on land, the good part of the population is still pretty wary, so he always had to sneak out to go listen the drunk sailors tell stories about gold and jewelry and treasure beyond comprehension.

So when he saw the chest on the hands of the mysterious magicless girl, his first thought was that one tale about the man who fell in love with a Sea Goddess, only to then get stuck with a dreadful job after her bitter betrayal. A man who, in his suffering, ripped out the tormented heart in his chest and locked it away.

Needless to say, he doesn't need to be given context for it when she finally shows him the chest, alone in Ramshackle. He observers the beautiful carved images on the sides, commits the texture of the wood to memory, caresses the time's scratches and bumps.

He refuses to let her open it, mentioning the tale of the sailors. He feels like he'll faint if he actually sees the fragile thing that keeps her loving existence with him.

But the key he accepts gladly. Azul will wear that around his neck until his very last days.

— <3 <3 <3

— Kalim

Kalim is no stranger to fear.

Some may think the contrary, what with his sunny disposition and optimism, but Kalim is no fool. Only fools have no fear.

And more than that, Kalim is way more aware than people give him credit for, or at least he has been working arduously to be so after being part of the reasons behind Jamil's overblot.

So when his girlfriend, his lover, his love, hands him the key to the chest where she keeps her heart, Kalim is consumed by fear.

Fear that he'll fail to protect the heart. Fear that he'll forget it somewhere and leave her vulnerable, fear fear fear

But then she grabs his hand and places the key to his hand and oh. Oh.

Oh.

— <3 <3 <3

Kalim swears on everything he has ever cherished that he will not fail at keeping her heart and her safe.

— Vil

Vil plays with the heavy key in his hands, the silence between the two thick as he processes what his girlfriend just told him, what she just gave him.

The key is honestly beautiful. A bit on the older side, but the intricate arcs of its head are elegant and, dare he say, noble. A skeleton key like none he has ever seen before. Worthy of her ethereal heart.

All his life, Vil has been playing the villain. All his life, people have feared his cursing touch. Including Vil himself.

Yet here she is, his beloved, giving him the two most important things in her life —no, giving him her life. Trusting him to guard it, to care for it. Accepting whatever he might do with it.

He could reach in and stop the beating so easily.

But instead, Vil kisses the key, and then its previous owner.

— <3 <3 <3

— Idia

Curses. Idia is particularly... Acquainted with curses. So he immediately knows.

"It's warm..." He mumbles, a finger gently touching the beating heart, curious eyes watching as it speeds up.

"For I am alive."

He'll make sure of it.

His girlfriend doesn't need to say anything else. He knows. He understands. He gets the concept. He can even go beyond his gloomy disposition and muse that maybe, maybe it isn't a curse, but a blessing, for nothing could kill you.

— <3 <3 <3

— Malleus

Malleus holds the key without gloves, even after his girlfriend warns him that it is made of iron and it shall burn his hands.

He does not care, however.

Not when this piece of iron and a wooden box are the only things between them and their life together forever. A fragile, human heart inside a box, defenseless, even a pencil could do the job. And then she'd be gone.

He feels his eyes water when she places the key in a little bag and then gives it to him, the fabric protecting him from the burns.

Her heart in the open, and all she can think of is his well-being.

He truly chose the most peculiar human to love.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia

[charlewiss-writes]

(bad at) keeping secrets / charles leclerc

masterlist

day 8: hide (part of one-word november prompts!)

summary: charles and you were seeing eachother for quite some time, but still couldn't quite figure out how to tell your brother, pierre. (and maybe you don't need to)

word count: 0.6k

pairing: charles leclerc x gasly!reader

warnings: not proofread! also, badly translated french lmao

charles and you had met in the early days of his career, back when he was still racing in karts just like your brother, pierre. you and your family spent your whole days accompanying your older brother who, just as charles', couldn't see himself doing any other thing that wish to be part of the formula 1 world one day.

eventually, all three of you grew up, still together. even though you spend less time with them due to their tight schedules, you hangout just enough to catch feelings for the monegasque. still, you were always too scared to do anything with charles, not wanting to disrupt the friendship the two boys had since they were kids.

but the more you tried to stay away from him, the closest you became. it's like you two were attracted like magnets. so now, three months after starting to see eachother, he was in your apartment in only his sweatpants after a night together. it was a sunday, and due to it being an off-week for him, you two were taking advantage of the little time you had together watching a movie on the tv while laying on your bed.

until your heard the sound of keys on your door lock. you got up and looked at charles, confused because you weren't expecting anyone, and found it strange that the person who was trying to get in had the keys in the first place. you thought that maybe a neighbor had got the apartment doors messed up since they looked all the same, but you quickly recognised the voice that reached your ears.

"ma colombe (my dove), you home?"

charles, who was close to falling asleep a second ago, had almost fallen to the floor, caught off guard by his best friend's presence. you had been keeping your relationship a secret until now, not knowing how or when was the right time to tell pierre that you had been seeing his best friend, despite his general warnings to not mess with any drivers -especially the monegasque-.

"please stay here and hide. i'll get him out as soon as i can" you whispered to him, giving the boy a quick peek on the lips before fixing your hoodie. that wasn't even yours in the first place. god, you hoped pierre didn't notice. "yes, i'm home" you said, closing the door as fast as you could, so he wouldn't see who was inside. "what are you doing here?"

"great to see you two" he huffed. you hadn't mean to come off as annoyed to him, knowing that this was off of character for you, who had always had a soft spot for your big brother. he continued "maman said you had forgotten a jacket, and since your house was on the way to mine i decided that I should drop it off" he said calmly, while handling you the piece of clothing. you smiled and nodded thanking him, but didn't say anything else. "what is it, chère (dear), something wrong?" he asked, now worried due to your lack of interaction. in a normal situation, you would have invited him to lunch, maybe talk a bit about how his last race went. but your silence made him suspicious. "sorry, I was quite busy back there, I was just working" you quickly answered. maybe too quickly.

"working in your bedroom?" pierre asked, switching his stare to the door where you had came from. "if you were working, why are you so flustered?"

"i-i'm not" your cheeks immediately flushed pink, and you knew that if he continued to ask questions, you'll be fucked. "okay okay, if you say. see you at maman'š'" you took a long breath, filling your lungs after holding your breath for a bit too long. but just when he was about to disappear through the door, you heard his voice, full of mischief, while screaming out loud "also, tell charles he needs to get a more subtle car if he doesn't want to be seen".

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #charlewiss writing challenge #one word november prompts #user charlewiss #f1 x y/n #f1 x yn #formula 1 imagine #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x yn

[dulcesiabits]

the curious case of the prefect’s boyfriend.

summary: who on earth is the ramshackle prefect dating? Their friends are determined to find out. (ft. Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek).

notes: 1.8k words, fic, fluff, a part of my “who does the prefect like?” writing collab

One drizzly, gray afternoon, you return home from a long day of classes to find your best friends sitting on your couch. Epel is crunching on a bag of chips you bought yesterday, and Jack is dealing out a pack of cards to Ace, Deuce and Sebek, who promptly look up at your arrival.

You drop your school bag on the floor, books clattering on the floor. “I gave you guys a key to my dorm for emergencies.”

Ace slams his hand down on the table, making the cards flutter. “This IS an emergency. You’re dating someone, prefect, and you didn’t tell us? Us, your best friends?”

“I don’t really think we’re entitled to their personal life--” Deuce begins, before Ace shakes his head.

“Be quiet, Deuce. I’m playing the good cop, and you’re the bad one.”

“Why do I have to be the bad cop?” Deuce mumbles.

“So, prefect. What do you have to say for yourself?” Ace says.

“...What makes you think I’m dating someone?”

“That’s a very suspicious answer! Try again.”

“I thought you were playing the good cop,” Jack says.

“Yeah, the prefect just got home, and you’re already jumping down their throat?” Epel asks around a mouthful of chips.

“At least wait until they’ve sat down before you ask about their secret boyfriend,” Jack chides.

“Okay, why do you guys keep assuming I have a boyfriend?” you say. Epel scoots over on his spot on the couch so you have enough room to settle by his side.

“Because, prefect, you have been skipping out on our lunch plans!” Sebek says, his voice rising. “Is it not bad manners to ignore agreements with your friends?”

“Sebek is lonely when you’re gone,” Deuce whispers.

“I AM NOT.”

“Hey, I’m sorry about that. I’ve just been busy--” you begin.

“Busy hanging out with your secret boyfriend?” Ace says.

“Okay, why are you guys hung up on that?”

“Come on, Ace. At least let the prefect talk,” Jack says.

“Thank you, Jack,” you reply.

“We need to hear why they’ve been hiding their boyfriend all this time.”

“Okay, I take it back.” You lean forward in your seat, accepting a chip from Epel. “Anyways, why do you keep insisting that this “boyfriend” of mine exists?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Ace smirks, revealing an ace of hearts between his fingers. You clap your hands at his magic trick, and he gives you a mock bow. “Because I have evidence. Let me start with a little story.”

Witness #1: Ace Trappola

"You know, prefect, after our very long months of friendship, and all the overblots, tests and lectures from Riddle we faced together, I expected better from you. Does our friendship mean nothing to you? Are so heartless--”

“Ace, can you hurry it up?” Deuce interrupts.

“Hey! It’s my turn to talk! Be quiet!” Ace snaps. “When it’s your turn, you can say whatever you want, but for now, can it, Deuce.

“As I was saying, are you so heartless to leave your best friends out of the drama of your love life? Well, I say no more, because I have definitive evidence of your infidelity towards us!”

“Wait, infidelity? I’m cheating on you guys now?” you ask.

“You are by not telling us that you got a boyfriend,” Ace replies, giving a very loud, dramatic sigh. “But back to what I was saying. I notice that you’ve been carrying around an awful lot of flowers recently. And now, before you say you bought them for yourself, those flowers were dandelions. Dandelions, with a ribbon wrapped around them!

“Why would you go to all trouble to dress up some weeds, unless they were for someone...? I don’t recall you holding a particular fondness for those flowers, and I doubt you’d get into Trein’s good graces by offering him some weeds. The only logical conclusion here is, of course, that you have a secret boyfriend!

“Hold off on the applause,” Ace says. “Deuce, it’s your turn.”

Witness #2: Deuce Spade

“I still don’t know why I have to do this...”

“Just talk,” Ace says.

“Yeah, I want to hear what you have to say,” you add.

Deuce sighs. “You too, prefect? Okay, fine.

“I guess... I sort of noticed... last week... you were walking down the street to Sam’s shop. And I was going to say hi, but then you looked busy, so I didn’t want to bother you. I had to go pick up some supplies Trey ordered from Sam, anyways, so I figured we would just bump into each other there.

“When I went into the shop, though, you weren’t around, and Sam said you hadn’t come in. I guess it wasn’t that weird, but when I walked out, I thought I saw you waiting behind the back of the shop. You were wearing nicer clothes then usual, and it looked like you were waiting for someone.

“I want to say, though, that that is not definitive proof of anything, and I trust you, prefect. If you had a boyfriend, you would say something to us, right? Ace has a big mouth, so you shouldn’t listen to him too much.

“Oi, Deuce, what was that--” Ace begins.

“Jack, you say something now,” Deuce interrupts, and Ace rolls his eyes, grumbling.

Witness #3: Jack Howl

“I would like to state for the record that I find this whole thing completely ridiculous, and I would rather not be doing this.”

“You don’t have a choice, though,” you say.

“Yeah, Jack, I want hear what you have to say, too,” Epel says.

“Seriously, guys? Fine. Well, I was walking down the hall to track practice when I heard your voice, prefect, in an empty classroom. I thought it was a little weird because school had let out, and no one was around. But, whatever. You’ve always been sort of weird. I figured you were up to something again.”

“Thank you, Jack, for your kind words,” you say drily.

“Sure. So I heard your voice, but I also thought I heard someone else. When I walked closer, though, you both got quiet real fast. It wasn’t any of my business, anyways, and I didn’t want to be late to practice.

“It was weird, though. I recognized your scent, prefect, and I thought I also recognized the scent of the other person in the room. It almost smelled like... Nah. It’s been a while. I probably just got confused.

“Okay, who’s next?”

Witness #4: Epel Felmier

“All this romance crap wants me to throw up. I don’t get why you guys are so obsessed with it.”

“I wonder why they are, too,” you say.

“Epel, if I had to talk about it, you have to as well. It’s only fair,” Jack says.

Ugh. I guess I’ll do it. So the prefect has some secret beau or something. Not like I care, but do you guys remember when it was raining super hard a few weeks ago? Yeah? We were all going to go watch a movie, right? Well, Vil had caught me and was making me do some stupid crap, so I was running late.”

“Oh, I remember that! Ace got bored and almost burnt the couch down,” Deuce says.

“It was my couch,” Jack says. “Ace, you still owe me for the repair bills.”

“Hey! Pay attention so I don’t have to repeat myself. Anyways, I remember you said you couldn’t go, prefect, because something urgent had come up. Well, I thought I saw you out the window, but it was raining too hard to see. Besides, why would you be out there, anyways? That wasn’t the weirdest part, though. It looked like you were running hand in hand with someone, but I couldn’t see who it was; you were both holding a jacket over your heads.

“Again, this is stupid. I can’t believe you’re making us do this, Ace. Are we done yet? Sebek, you’re the last to go, right?”

Witness #5: Sebek Zigvolt

“Hmpth. I’ve read plenty of romance novels, all recommended to me by the great Lilia, so do not underestimate my knowledge on this subject.”

“Does he really think that makes him an expert...” Ace whispers.

“Ah. I guess Sebek has never dated anyone,” you whisper back.

“I CAN HEAR YOU TWO TALKING. As I was saying, I have a plethora of knowledge on romance and courtship rituals. It has not escaped my notice, prefect, that one night, you were out past curfew. I myself was out looking for my young master, Malleus. I know he has a habit of... seeking your company, though I cannot begin to fathom why--”

“Sebek, you sound jealous,” you interrupt.

“I AM NOT JEALOUS. STOP INTERRUPTING ME. But yes, I saw you out in the street, prefect, as I was looking for my young master. I could only assume you were up to one of your little schemes again, and I had no interest in getting involved. But perhaps you had seen my young master, or worse, you were with him. So I made to approach you.

“As I did, however, you seemed to notice me and run, for what reason I cannot understand. As you did so, I noticed there was someone else with you, dragging you along, and you both disappeared.

“That’s all I have to say on the matter. Also, can you text me if my young master is hanging out with you so I can bring him back to the dorms?”

The Culprit

“Are you guys done now?” You lean back in your couch. There’s nothing but the patter of rain on the windows as your friends look at you expectantly. “Are those all the reasons you think I have a boyfriend? Look, I’m sorry I haven’t been as attentive as I should be. I promise I’ll be hang out with you guys more often, but those are all just coincidences--”

At that very moment, the front door of Ramshackle swings open... and in walks Ruggie Bucchi, shaking off an umbrella. “Hey, angel. You forgot your alchemy notes in my room, so I... Huh. What are you guys doing here?”

The room bursts into chaos.

Ace stands, pointing a finger at you, shouting, “I knew it!”

Epel’s mouth drops open. “You’re dating-- you’re dating RUGGIE?”

“Prefect!” Deuce says. “I trusted you!”

Sebek is swinging his head from you, back to Ruggie, and then back to you, as everyone swarms you, demanding an explanation.

“You guys never asked! Jeez, it’s not like I was trying to keep it a secret! I just never found the opportunity to say anything!” you yell, and through the crowd you can see Jack sidle up to Ruggie.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Jack’s words carry across the room.

Ruggie shrugs impishly, throwing you a wink when he notices your stare. “Well, it was fun listening to you guys talk.”

Oh, you were so going to get back at him later.

#liya writes #twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #ortho shroud #sebek zigvolt #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #i thought about making it more ambiguous who the bf is but no... #I must put 10000 fics in the ruggie x reader tag asap

[explosionkatsu]

"Age doesn't matter" 13

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

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It was the end of the day which means Katsuki needed to get back to work tomorrow. Eijiro finally went back after apologizing personally to Katsuki. Before departing though, Eijiro gave him the address of the court where his now ex-wife’s faults will be judged.

This is going to be a huge decision he needed to make since they required him to bring the child. The hell they wanted him to bring Kazui anyway?  It’s not like Kazui will understand everything in the court, if only, they’ll just scare him.

He can’t bring Y/n as well…

She doesn’t know what’s been happening, besides, he met her just recently. Bringing her would be a great thing for Kazui since he can see how comfortable Kazui around her, but he doesn’t want to tell everything, at least not yet.

Just thinking about this made Katsuki look at Y/n who’s helping Kazui do his daily activities.

She’s suitable to be a mother.

To be his mother.

To be his wife.

But not yet. No. He needed to know if his feelings were true.

Wait. Feelings? Tf. Does he feel something for her? What the hell?

You know what, he doesn’t even know anymore. He has a lot in his mind, plus this. He’ll focus on this soon, but not now.

“Are you sure that’s the right answer, mhm?”

Y/n’s voice woke him up from his thoughts. Boy, he was glad she’s here, or else he’ll be the one teaching his kid and a hundred percent they’ll end up fighting. Him, smacking the head of his kid, and his kid doing the same thing as revenge.

“Y/n.” Katsuki called out making both of them look up.

“Yes?” Y/n blinked at him curiously.

“What do you want for dinner?” Katsuki asked.

What? Why was he asking her? Shouldn’t he ask Kazui?

“Eh?” Y/n once again blinked dumbfoundedly this time while sitting on the floor with Kazui.

“Maybe Papa wanted to cook you something, Miss Y/n.” Kazui saying out of nowhere making you and Katsuki blush.

“Shut up, brat!” Katsuki yelled face red.

“I won’t!” Kazui pouted and crossed his arms as if challenging his father.

“Curry!” You yelled hoping it would stop the father and son bickering. Surprisingly, it did. But you end up being stared at with 2 pairs of velvet eyes. “Curry sounds nice, right?” You sweat dropped tilting your head.

Katsuki scratched his head, obviously annoyed because of Kazui. He stood up and made his way to his bedroom grabbing his car keys and wallet. “Alright dumbasses, let’s go.”

All three of them got in Katsuki’s car.

Katsuki was quite surprised when Y/n set the kid’s seat and settled Kazui in it. He got to admit, he was impressed as he watched her from the rear-view mirror and even more surprised when he saw how Kazui behaved around her. It’s almost like she changed his child. She knows her way with kids. Well, she’s a babysitter. What did he expect?

“All set?” Katsuki asked as he started the engine.

“All set.” Y/n said sitting beside Kazui and fastening her seatbelt.

“Aight.”

..

The drive was silent. Well, not entirely. Every time they passed a colorful establishment, Kazui would point out every color he saw then jerk Y/n’s hand asking if he was right, and Y/n would give a good job, at the same time, correct his errors.

“Hear that, papa! I got 5 correct answers!” Kazui said proudly.

“Yeah, but you got more errors.” Katsuki said as he focuses on the road.

“Well, I still did a great job. Miss Y/n said.” Kazui responded.

“You did a great job for Miss Y/n but not for me.” Katsuki smirked and glanced at him through the rear-view mirror.

“I’ll do great you know! Better than you! Hmph!” Kazui pouted crossing his arms.

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try then.” Katsuki laughed, teasing his son.

“Miss Y/nnnnn!! Papa’s making fun of mee!!” Kazui looked at Y/n almost tearing up while holding her hand.

“Haha. Alright, that’s enough for today.” Y/n giggled, covering her mouth with her other hand, obviously amused by what she was witnessing. “You two has been bickering ever since I came. Kazui, that’s not how you talk to adults, and Mister Bakugo- “

“I said stop with the formality, damn it.” Katsuki tsked.

“Sorry. Language, and stop teasing Kazui.” Y/n simply smiled at both blonds.

“I’m sorry, Miss Y/n.” Kazui pouted still holding your hand.

“It’s alright, dear.” Y/n pat Kazui’s head.

“Whatever.” Katsuki mumbled.

The grocery store was within Katsuki’s view now. Once reaching the said store, he parked his car and killed the engine.

“Alright. We’re here to buy ingredients. No pointing of anything. No tantrums and no crying. Got it?” Katsuki unfastened his seatbelt and looked at Kazui who has his head bowed down.

“Yes papa.” Kazui pouted.

“I guess I should buy groceries as well.” Y/n said out loud while taking Kazui off of his seat.

“What for?” Katsuki asked before heading out of his car and slamming the door behind him.

Y/n got out of the car as well and headed to the other side of the car, helping Kazui get out. “What do you mean what for?” She chuckled. “For myself, of course. I needed stock in my apartment. “

Well, he felt dumb for asking that.

“Fuck off.” Katsuki snarled walking ahead of them.

“Oh my god, was that Dynamight?”

“It is Dynamight.”

“Who was with him?”

“Wait, I saw her in the news!”

“That’s his kid?! Omg he’s so adorable.”

“He looks so fine, girl.”

“I knooow. I wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that.”

“Oi! Fuck off! I have my kid here! Keep it to your pants!” Katsuki yelled at the people around him.

The hell they are thinking saying things like that when he’s with his kid. He should’ve worn a disguise. 

“Stupid dumbasses saying perverted things around Kazui.” He mumbled.

“Well, you did used a foul language.” Y/n giggled as she watches him while carrying Kazui.

“Does your dad get this a lot?” she whispers to Kazui as she follows Katsuki.

Kazui nodded. “Sometimes, people would cling on papa, saying they wanted to be with him. But he just ignores them.”

“Oh.”

“Mhm!” Kazui hummed. “One time, I got lost in a store, Papa had to make an announcement. This lady who helped me immediately ignored me when she saw my Papa. She’s such an idiot.”

“Hey. Language. Don’t say that.” Y/n pouted as she listened to Kazui. “Just because your papa can say it, doesn’t mean you can.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Y/n.” Kazui pouted back.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” Y/n giggled and pressed her cheek against Kazui who laughed.

“Your hair is tickling me, Miss Y/n!”

“Eh? Sorry sorry.” Y/n giggled.

“We’re getting in. I’ll grab a cart.”

Katsuki came back pushing a cart. He pulled the child seat that was in the cart then took Kazui from Y/n so that he could let Kazui sit there.  Once settled, Katsuki then proceeded to enter the establishment followed by Y/n who grabbed herself a basket where she could put her food as well.

“I’ll go right down that isle.” Y/n said to Katsuki and pointed to where she was going. “I’ll go look for you once I’m done, okay?”

“Do whatever you want.” Katsuki mumbled walking off pushing the cart.

“See you later Miss Y/n!” Kazui waved at her, his view being blocked by his father.

Y/n smiled and waved at Kazui then walked off as well, heading to her target isle. After taking a few spices and seasonings, she proceeded to the cereal isle where she took 2 boxes of dry cereal and a box of oatmeal and to the beverage area where she took a carton of milk and strawberry juice. Yes, she loves the taste of strawberries.

After taking everything she needed, she paused and examined her basket to see if she got what she wanted. Seeing she got everything, Y/n started looking for Katsuki’s blond locks. He’ll stand out for sure, not because of his hair, his body, but because he’s Dynamight.

She looks around every isle, checking if they’re present. They were nowhere to be found. But when she reached the vegetable area, she saw him checking out a few carrots with people around him taking pictures. She can even see Kazui holding a bottle of what seems to be a chocolate drink.

“These are even near in waning.” Katsuki tsked and put the carrots back. “I guess we’ll go to where mom buys vegetables.” He mumbled.

Not saying anything, you picked up your pace trying to catch up with his big steps. When you were close enough to him, you kept your mouth shut.

“I know you’re there, dumbass.” Katsuki said not bathing an eye on you.

“Hero senses, huh.” Y/n giggled. “Hi Kazui-chan.” You peered in front of him and saw Kazui’s eyes brighten.

“Miss Y/n, you’re back!” Kazui beamed. “Look what papa got me!” He held out the bottle of chocolate drink for you to see. “I will share this with you and papa later!”

Y/n awed. “You’re so sweet, Kazui-chan.” You smiled.

After looking around the market some more, they proceeded to the cashier. Luckily there’s no line.

“Go ahead.” Katsuki said and waited for you to go the cashier first.

“A-ah, thank you!” You stuttered but went anyway. Slowly, you placed all the stuff you got on the counter and the lady proceeded to scan everything.

Katsuki was just watching you. His lips tugged into a smirk when he saw you placing a carton of strawberry drink on the counter.

Strawberry huh, he thought.

“It’ll be (your currency)” she said obviously trying to speed up the sale to be able talk to the guy behind you.

Before you could pull out your wallet, you got pushed a bit by a cart on your rear. “Wha–“ You frowned a little and looked behind. “Bakugo.” You pouted.

“Get beside me.” he said, blushing lightly when he realized what he had just said.

“I need to pay-“

Unexpectedly, you got pulled away from the counter. “Bakugo-“

You were cutted again when you saw him placing the stuff he bought as well.

Y/n was confused as he watched him.

“Your drink.” Katsuki held his hand out to Kazui.

Kazui then handed him his drink which Katsuki placed on the counter.

The cashier was not moving though for she was confused as well.

“U-um. Mister Dynamight, she needs to-“

“Isn’t it obvious? I’ll pay for her, now get scanning.” Katsuki said, glaring at the woman.

The cashier jolted by the tone of his voice and quickly scanned everything he placed.

“Y-your new total is (Y/C).” The cashier said.

Katsuki handed her his credit card which she took and swiped. After the sale was made, she returned the card to him while the packer was packing everything.

“Kazui-chan. Let’s go.” Y/n whispered and took Kazui out of the cart and carried him.

..

The drive was silent this time. For real. Why?

When they all exited the market, Kazui was asleep on Y/n’s arms. You were surprised when you found this out.

“Bakugo.” You tapped him while carrying Kazui with your other arm.

Katsuki stopped and looked at you. He was about to ask why when he saw his child fast asleep.

“He must’ve been tired.” Y/n whispered and went a little closer towards Katsuki who was holding the bag of groceries.

“Yeah.”

His sound surprised you. It’s different from his usual voice.

“Let’s go so I can cook.”

The only thing Y/n could hear was the sound of the engine. She was watching everything through the window passes by. Katsuki’s action was still bothering her.

“Why did you pay for my stuff?” Curiosity was killing you, so you asked.

“No reason.” Katsuki simply said, not even looking at you.

“Well, whatever your reason is. Thank you. But you don’t need to do that.” You voiced out, this time looking at him. “I can pay for my own.”

“I’ll do whatever I want.” He replied. “You were one stubborn, you know that.” Katsuki smirked and glanced at her though the rear-view mirror.

“Well, I just wanted to know your reason.” Y/n pushed on.

“And you will never know.”

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x you

[xhdream]

off my face in love with you (18+)

from ─ ⋆ dinna’s holiday special *ੈ✩

pairings: jungsu x fem!reader

genre: smut wc: 3k

summary: your neighbour finds out you’re alone on new years eve, because you and your bf broke up, and invites you to join his party

contains: sub!reader, unprotected sex, explicit language, alcohol consumption, body shots, light exhibitionism kink, dirty talk, pet names, ft. gaon in one scene

a/n: please, keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

For the first time you’re alone on New Year’s Eve and it feels strange.

Since your now ex boyfriend decided to cut ties with you just the day before you’re not even able to make new plans. Yes, you can easily go celebrate with some of your friends, but the thought of having to spend half the night answering everyone’s questions about why are you not with him, and why did you break up after three months, exhausted you enough already.

As you hold up your bag to search for your keys, you hear the door of the apartment next to yours unlock.

“Hey, Y/N.” The familiar voice rings nicely in the hallway. “Long time, no see.”

“Hey, Jungsu,” you say, not able to hold back from checking him out when he turns around to lock the door.

“What are you and your boyfriend doing tonight?” He asks, looking at you.

The sudden mention of your ex catches you off guard, and you stay silent for a while. You haven’t told anyone yet.

“Uhm actually… We’re not together anymore, so...”

“Oh, sorry.” Jungsu furrows his brows, and tucks hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans.

“Don’t worry about it.” You force a chuckle.

“Wait, are you celebrating alone?” He glances at the wine bottles before shooting you a questionable look.

You nod, but before you get the chance to let him know that you don’t mind it he scoffs.

“That’s not right! You should come at my place.” He takes a step forward, making the distance between you smaller. “I’m having a small party with friends it would be fun.”

“Oh, are you sure… I don’t want to—”

“Please,” he cuts you off. “You can’t stay alone on New Year’s Eve. I’d love it if you join.”

You give him a warm smile, as you hold the bottles against your chest. It sounds nice, you could really use some distraction.

You accept his invite, telling him you’ll be there.

For a moment you don’t even realise both of you are maintaining eye contact with ease. The interest you had towards him when he moved in the building last year comes back again with a spark, that has you already anticipating the night. You’ve always spoken to each other like regular neighbours even though you both attend the same university, and often times you’ve found yourself wondering about him; about his mysterious personality; about his life. But then you met your ex, and the questions you imagined one day asking Jungsu left your mind.

“Cool,” he runs a hand through his hair, heading to the staircase. “Can’t wait to see you again, Y/N.”

You watch him disappear down the stairs, and realise that there’s still something very appealing about him that seems to pull you in just as much as before.

He mentioned the party was going to be small, but it looks quite bigger than what you imagined.

“You have a lot of friends.” Your eyes roam around the room, as you both stand behind the kitchen counter.

He pours you a drink and you don’t hesitate to sip it. Jungsu is the only person you know here, and you have to loosen up. It would be nice to expand your circle, you don’t remember when was the last time you made a new friend.

“Most of them are friends from my faculty, but some of them I’m not sure I actually know to be honest. Another one?” Jungsu smirks after you nod and slide your glass towards him. “So when did you split up If you don’t mind me asking?”

“Yesterday.” You reply, looking down flustered. “But we both knew it was coming, so it feels like it’s been longer than that.”

Jungsu stays silent. He takes his drink in hand and lifts it up.

“His loss,” his softer tone gets muffled from the blasting music and everyone trying to speak over it, but you still hear him, and you instantly blush. “Cheers.”

You both swallow your second drink, and you feel how your body becomes lighter.

A dark haired stranger headed towards you with a wide grin catches your attention. He’s holding a bottle of tequila in one hand, and a colorful bowl in the other.

“Body shots!” He yells and immediately more people begin to gather in the kitchen. “Who’s going first?”

“This is my new roommate by the way,” Jungsu turns to you, then back to the guy who’s already preparing the ingredients. “You’re going to see him more often unfortunately.”

“Kwak Jiseok, my pleasure.” He winks at you playfully, jerking up the bowl.

“Y/N,” you smile, trying to figure out if your guess about what could be inside it is correct.

“Wanna go first, Y/N?” Jiseok reaches over the counter.

You gulp nervously looking at the cut up white paper. You attempt to gather the courage to just go for it. You want this night to be fun; you don’t want to hold back, because you were dumped the day before New Year’s Eve by someone who’s not even worth it.

“No pressure.” Jungsu puts a hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No,” your lips curl up, as you shove your fingers into the bowl. You pull out a sheet of paper, and Jiseok whistles excitedly while clearing up the counter. “I want to.” You meet Jungsu’s gaze for a moment, before unfolding it.

“Who are you gonna choose as your partner?” Jiseok asks.

Even if you knew some of the people in this room, you’re almost sure you would’ve still picked Jungsu.

You turn to face him with a raised brow, and he smirks in agreement. He leans against the counter, crossing arms in front of his chest.

“Great, now tell us Y/N, where are you or Jungsu…” Jiseok makes a pause for a fake dramatic moment, “… drinking from.”

You look down, almost swallowing your tongue. The more you reread the words, the more your heart speeds up its rhythm.

“Belly button.”

“Classic,” Jiseok comments while others cheer you on.

“You choose.” Jungsu says, getting rid of his sweater that was on top of a plain white t-shirt.

It seems like the better option is you to drink off of him - the shot will help you loosen up some more, and it will also let you get used to having physical contact with him, even if it’s just a little.

“I’ll take the shot.”

You try not to stare too obviously at Jungsu now suddenly shirtless. He walks past you with his toned upper body, and swiftly gets on top of the kitchen counter.

Your palms start to sweat, as you get closer, and your attention instantly fixates upon the top of his black jeans that nicely form his thighs and waist. You’re having a hard time even blinking.

“Don’t forget the lime.” Jiseok slides the plate in your direction, and you carefully grab one.

You know where to begin, you’ve seen people do this before, but Jungsu laying on full display like this slows down your actions to the point you forget what you’re supposed to do.

When you guide the piece to his mouth, Jungsu parts his lips, taking it between his teeth.

You continue onto the next step by licking over the surface of his chest. You run your tongue without putting too much thought into where exactly - every part of his naked skin excites and intimidates you the same way. You sprinkle salt on the same area, then grab the bottle to pour the booze in his navel.

Blocking out the view of multiple eyes following your every action, you lean over to lick off the salt with the top half of your tongue before going for the shot.

Droplets of tequila slide down Jungsu’s lower abdomen when you begin lapping it up. The burning sensation invades your mouth the more you slurp of the drink, trying to swallow all of it as quickly as possible.

After you’re done with the shot - your lips marking his skin with one last kiss at the end - you shift position in order to take the pulp side of the lime wedge from his mouth into yours.

At this point your body is so electrified you move as if you’re on autopilot mode with everything feeling as strong as ever at the same time.

Jungsu feels your soft lips gently touching his, as you lean in to pull the lime away. Some of your sweet scented hair falls to tickle his face, but he completely ignores it when he feels your hand unintentionally brush over his belt, as you hover over him.

He sits up, watching you suck the citrus fruit with your eyes squeezed while the audience applauds your performance.

“Well done,” Jiseok whistles, this time handing the bowl to his roommate. “You’re next.”

Jungsu doesn’t waste time in shuffling the papers, and instead pulls the first one he touches.

“Chest,” he tosses the paper onto the surface. One word, but it made his skin run dangerously hot.

He has to admit, something in him shifts after you quietly and without hesitation jump on the counter and sit in front of him with your legs dangling on both sides of his body. Your eyes sparkle with subtle delight, but also something more.

“I’ll have to take this off.”

“Do it,” you tell him with a little courage from the liquor.

Jungsu opens up your shirt one button at a time until it falls off your shoulders, and his gaze captures the arousing sight of your breasts inside the pretty lace.

When his tongue finds a spot on your neck you instantly get covered in goosebumps. It’s like he pressed a button inside you, that doubled the arousal lingering under your skin.

For this step one lick is enough, but Jungsu makes another stripe, and another, until they turn into a soft nibble, that really allows him to get a taste of you. The texture, the sweet taste, and the way your breaths hitch under his mouth, they’re all so addictive he finds it difficult to stop.

After he pulls away he notices that your face got even redder than it was a moment ago, but you couldn’t control it - every time no matter if it’s physical or eye contact that you two make, your heart skips a beat.

He carefully creates a trail of salt on the wet side of your neck, then lets you bite on the lime, before giving you a signal to push your boobs together. The liquor falls into your cleavage, forming a pool of alcohol Jungsu couldn’t wait to drink from.

In a matter of one second he licks off the salty trail, then buries his tongue into the crook of your breasts, slurping the shot and simultaneously sucking on your skin. Your brain turns into mush from the unison of all the things he does with his mouth, and the multiple different feelings they awaken inside you. If this is how he drinks a body shot, then how does he kiss?

A moment later he nips on the lime wedge, but instead of pulling, he leaves the piece to rest between your teeth, as he sucks on it, subtly touching your lips with his.

If it wasn’t for the booze that gradually helped you become more shameless, you would’ve contained yourself from letting the lime fall from your mouth, so Jungsu can press his lips into yours. You make the first move, but he’s the one to deepen the kiss right away.

Once you begin to move in sync, exchanging alcoholic taste and saliva between sloppy kisses, the adrenaline really hits you. You’re in need of more touch; more closure; more him, so your legs wrap themselves tight around his lower body.

His hands move up your thighs, eventually crawling up your bare spine. They brush over your bra, while yours get lost into his hair.

At this point both of you are completely numb to your surroundings; the only thing you could feel outside your bodies was the thick sexual tension in the air, that’s also more than obvious for everyone else in the room. You hear whistles from different directions; whispers and excited chatter, but they all fade down when Jungsu speaks against your ear.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” The tipsiness starts to creep into his voice, and now it sounds low and even more seductive. “Unless having an audience is what you want. I won’t judge.”

“No… Only you.”

Jungsu’s lips curl up from satisfaction. He wants you; a lot, and he was ready to have you right there and then if he had to.

“Just asking,” he says, peeking at Jiseok who’s trying to distract people from staring at you too much. “Thought you might be into it since I’ve witnessed a few of your fucks.”

You stare at his smug smile, trying to make sense from his words.

“You’re vocal, sweetheart.” Jungsu chuckles meeting your wide eyes.

“You’ve heard us have sex?” You cover up your blushed face after he nods at you amused. “Oh my god, this is embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Jungsu takes your hands, pulling them down with a gentle grip. “I like your voice… I like it a lot.”

It doesn’t take long for both of you to move to his bedroom.

While Jungsu locks the door, you take off your pants and lay down on the bed, eager to feel him on top of you.

When he turns around his jaw drops, not expecting to see you already in your panties for him. The corners of his eyes crinkle, as he watches you spread your legs seductively.

“Aren’t you coming?” You tease him, tilting your head to the side. It seems like he unbuckles his belt too slowly, and as if it takes him extra time to walk to the bed.

Or your desire for him has just reached its highest point.

“I am.” He smirks, still eating up your curves with his gaze. “You’re so beautiful…” His weight falls slightly on top of you, as he settles between your legs. “I’ve wanted to tell you that the day I saw you for the first time.”

You think of asking why he didn’t, but the urge to kiss him is stronger, and you smash your lips against his mouth. His palm travels all over your body, from your thigh to your breasts and neck; the more he touches you, the more your desire builds up, leading you into swaying your hips.

Jungsu slides down your underwear with one hand, and when he finally reaches for your sensitive spot you cannot help, but moan right away.

He rubs slow gentle circles on your clit, making you not only more wet, but also more needy and impatient. Because of that, you’re the one to break the kiss, arching your spine.

“Jungsu…”

Hearing you moan his name makes him instantly smile in the crook of your neck, as his lips brush against your skin. His fingers speed up their pace, as he begins to cover you in wet smooches. He sucks aimlessly, creating scarlet patches on the surface of your neck, simultaneously groaning at the increasing pressure in his pants.

Soon enough he lets his fingertips glide down to find your soaked entrance.

“F-Fuck…” Your voice comes out desperate; deep from your throat like you’ve been starving for touch and attention.

The way he bents them swiftly before pumping them furiously inside you makes your mouth open for a silent wail. Going silent for a moment helps you notice how the squelching pool of arousal fills the room with lewd noises.

“Ah, baby… You feel so good,” Jungsu grunts, biting the sensitive flesh under your ear. “So tight… Can’t wait to fill you up with my cock.”

His comments turn your head even more woozy than it already was, and you keep your eyes shut.

Jungsu lifts up to kneel between your legs. You squirm so much, and your head is constantly moving and tilting left to right, as if you’re dreaming. As he keeps up the steady pace of his fingers moving in and out of you, he decides to double the sensation by using his other hand to stimulate your clit.

He rubs the soft bundle of nerves with three fingers in a pretty quick way, that has you gripping on the cushions.

“Ahh, d-don’t stop, p-please, Jungsu… please…”

When you feel you’re about to crumble, you hurry to cover your mouth with your palms.

No one can hear you from the loud gathering on the other side of the door, but you’ve never felt the need to cry out so much before and you weren’t sure how to handle it.

Jungsu makes sure to not stop thrusting as you go through your climax. He gnaws on his lips, as your tight pussy keeps his fingers nicely sucked in with its intense pulses. He’s knuckles deep, and the squelch from the slipping pleasure is like music to his ears, while you on the other hand are feeling so ecstatic that you don’t even notice it anymore.

He takes out his fingers all sticky with strings of your arousal. Your thighs tremble as he spreads them in teasingly slow motions.

“Did you like it?” He asks, enjoying how wet you are.

“A lot,” you say through a raspy voice.

After he takes off his boxers Jungsu sees you sitting up.

“Wanna get on top of me?” He raises a brow, hoping you’ll say yes, although it’s written everywhere on your face.

You nod, biting your lip.

The second you sit on his erection, you both gasp in sync at how amazingly it fills you with ease. You reach behind your back to remove your bra.

Jungsu humms satisfied to finally see what’s underneath.

You watch him lower his attention to your hips rolling up and down his length, that’s making you feel warmer with each passing moment.

“Mhmm, baby… feels so good,” he groans, shutting his eyes, but not letting go of your waist. His fingers grip harsher from the on going gentle sounds you produce, getting him more worked up.

His cockhead presses lightly against your cervix, teasing the warm knot that’s forming in his tummy, but it’s not enough; he needs more than that.

Jungsu pulls you by the arms, and you gasp surprised to suddenly drop on both palms. Your fingers instantly grip the cushion for support when he gropes your butt cheeks, separating them as much as possible, and starts fucking up into you with force.

“Fuck, J-Jungsu—“

His hands hold you steady in place, letting his cock move in and out of you from the perfect angle.

The pleasure intensifies with every thrust against your sweet spot. It invades your entire body, and you begin to sweat everywhere. The only thing that hasn’t melted away from your mind is the realisation that you’ve never felt anything like this before. The delight is so strong, so satisfying and it only keeps getting better to the point you feel there’s a possibility of you braking down.

“J-Jungsu.. gonna… I—“

The cushion muffles your whine when his hips freeze while yours are pushed all the way down his cock, kept steady in one place.

Jungsu pants heavily in your ear from delaying his climax.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” He caresses your hair after one of his hands moves up your back. “But I want to feel you a little bit longer.”

He humms in bliss from the way you clench around him, as you rest on top of his chest. He keeps twitching and teasing your walls too; you’re both so close to cumming, but if you do, you know you’ll have to return to the party.

Just when Jungsu shifts his feet to start moving again, you unexpectedly speak out.

“I lied,” you mutter, lifting a little bit to face his confused expression. “Not to you, to my ex. All of my orgasms were fake.”

Jungsu’s suspicious features soften after you finish your sentence.

“I had to pretend every time and finish myself off while he was in the shower.”

He blinks at you a few times, as his pretty reddened lips slid upwards the more you speak. He cannot resist the laughter, remembering all the times he heard you acting your orgasms from the other side of the wall. You did an impressive job.

The lazy laughter slips from his lips, and it sounds so addictive you can’t help, but laugh along with him. You manage to catch your breath after his hands cup your warm face.

“I won’t let this happen to you again, beautiful.”

As your bodies stick to each other from sweat, he gently moves your hips up a bit, and wraps his arms tightly around your figure. His eyes stop on your soft parted lips, and drink from your whimpers after his cock meets your g-spot once again.

This time the rush comes in an even more overwhelming wave. It washes over you, forcing Jungsu to quicken his hips as much as possible.

You cuss under your breath when his hand grabs a handful of your hair to pull on. The rough, but still gentle action makes the sensation even better. You don’t even realise when you’ve started whining his name again, but Jungsu did. It sounds so captivating coming from your mouth in such weak pleasing melody.

He can get used to it.

“F-Fuck… Should I…”

“Cum inside me,” you cut him off. “Please, cum inside me, Jung—“

Jungsu buries his face against your neck. Your skin muffles his last few moans, as he shoots his orgasm the second he hears your begging. His fingers grip on your hair and hips harshly, as you reach your peak not long after. Your walls hug around him tightly from overstimulation while he loads up your hole with his warm essence.

It feels heavenly. Your heart races so quick, as if it’s close to bursting from having to bare such intense emotions.

You’re not able to resist the temptation to glide on Jungsu’s length a few times, feeling his cum spill from you all the way down.

You look into each other’s faces - flushed, woozy and glistening from sweat and lust.

Your eyes widen at the same time when you hear everyone from the living room starting to count the remaining seconds to midnight, and the sound of the fireworks exploding in the sky.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

#dinna’s holiday special #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #xdinary heroes hard hours #xdh smut #xh hard hours #jungsu smut #jungsu hard thoughts #jungsu x reader #xdinary heroes x reader

[fromforeigntofamiliarity]

Should Be Mine | Part II | Black Noir/Homelander

Summary: Part One

Warning: Homelander

Requested: yes

Taglist 🏷: @noodle81937 @minaxcarter

"Spotted! Mr. and (Future)Mrs. Noir exit a supe-child orphanage, well known member of the supe group 'The Seven', Black Noir has been spotted with is fiancé of 4 months visiting a few choice homes for parentless children but most notably a orphanage that home super powered children. 

Are the new couple looking to expand their family soon after completing their nuptials? 

Many people have expressed their concern, know that some children were placed in the home due to the unfortunate event cause by their inability to control said powers.

What ever the future hold we just wish the best for Noir and America's favorite baker.

Next we hav-"

Turning the TV off Homelander let of a huff in frustration at the news. Starting a family? 

They were gonna adopt a child? Just another reason why she should be with him, she obviously longed to be a mother and Noir couldn't even give her that, but he could. Homelander already had a son, that was his own flesh and blood, and that meant he could give her not only the chance to raise his son but also a child of their own. 

Over the past four months he saw...he saw that she was desperate, longing to be with him but she was too good of a person to say it. She was too kind to break Noir's heart. 

Had she told him this?          No.

But it was the small things like the way she smiled at him, the way she would tense up when he was near her and he hated seeing her cling to Noir to try and prove she was still in love with him.

Of course Homelander knew the backlash she would get if she were to break up with Noir to be with them, but that could easily be remedied, after all it was true love. 

He just needed to ease her into it, show her was she was missing, all the thing he could give to her. 

*-*-*

Walking up to the bakery Y/N pulled out the keys to the front door, just as she attempted to unlock it she hear a voice behind her. 

"Why hello." Homelander greeted standing, a bit too close, behind her causing her to drop the keys. 

Whipping around Y/N felt her body tense at the presence of the supe, after he has shown up to their home that night she demanded Noir tell her is she was in any danger from the leader of the seven after she couldn't shake the bad feeling she got from him. He told her that Homelander, much like himself, had more than a little blood on his hands but where as Noir's was from mission...Homelander's were from his free time. 

After that she was more on guard...which resulted in Homelander being pissed that the next time he went to monitor her, he found her hanging curtains that contained zink as well as repainting the house with the same substance.

Of course he blamed Noir, He must have known he was watching and made her do this.

There is no reason for her to want to hide from him, she loved it when he watched her, even if she didn't know.

"Homelander." Y/N replied putting a smile on while pushing against the door in order to create distanced. hearing a jingle pulled her attention away. 

"You dropped these." The little boy said holding out the keys towards her. Ryan, of course she new who the young boy was, everyone did. 

"Thank you." You smiled to him taking the keys from him. "So what bring to here?" She asked looking between the two males. 

"Well I told you I wanted to stop by four months ago." Homelander answers. "Plus I promised Ryan a nice day out so..." 

"Two birds, one stone." Y/N Stated a little relieved he didn't just come here to stalk her, he was out with his son. "Well sorry to say we  aren't open yet, it will be a while before I have anything to get you."  

"No?" Homelander asked.

"Made fresh everyday." Y/N informed. "I start prep and my team and I bake til closing." 

"Can we help with the prep?" Ryan asked looking past her and into the bakery. "And help you baking."

"That sound like a great idea Ryan." Homelander agrees placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "What do you say?" He asked almost daring her to deny his son. 

"I mean prep is pretty boring...I wouldn't want to hold up your father son day." Y/N rebuttals hoping it would change Ryan's mind. The two stood there looking at her expectedly as if ignoring her statement still waiting for an answer to Homelander's question. "But I would love the company and extra help." She relented seeing as she had no other choice. 

For the next few hours Ryan ran around grabbing thing Y/N said she needed as her employees funneled in, most if not all of them were immediately in shock and awe at the presence of the supe and his son. Yes Noir and others members of 'The Seven' had stopped by, taken a few pictures, kissed babies but this was Homelander. The fucking Homelander. 

By mid-day the bakery was pack with people who had seen the pics the employees posted and wanted a dessert made by by Ryan, who was walking around handing out orders with a chief hat on, or a picture with Homelander.

The internet was going wild.

Under one particular photo is where most of the comments lied. It was of Y/N and Ryan her arms around him as they both gripped a piping bag, icing blue onto a cupcake, Homelander stood just behind her looking over her shoulder, all with varying smiles on their faces. 

'They look like the perfect family.'

'omg! some girls have all the luck.'

'Isn't she dating Noir?'

       'Like honestly.....so what?'

'Ryan obviously loves her, they should date.'

'She is not good enough for him.'

         'Lol, jealous much?'

'look at how Homelander looks at them, as a man, I can tell he sees this as his perfect family.'

'He is in love with her!! No one can tell me different.'

'Their soulmates.'

            'Right person, wrong time.'

Entering his home with Ryan Homelander was more than content with how the day went. he had expected for Y/N to bond with Ryan but he had underestimated the power of social media and fangirls/fanboys in spreading his narrative that Y/N should be with him. 

"So how did you like hanging out at the bakery?" Homelander asked his son as they say down n the sofa.

"It was fun," Ryan replied. "Y/N was nice and the cupcakes were good."

"Y/N is nice...but you know why I took you there right?" He asked looking down at the boy who shook his head. "It's because Y/N is going to be apart of our lives very soon, she's gonna be your new mom." 

"New mom?" Ryan asked with a small frown.

"Now, no one can replace your real mom obviously." Homelander clarifies seeing Ryan's reaction. "but Y/N really want to be your mom, and live with us, make you happy and maybe even give you a sibling. Does that sound like something you would like?" 

Taking a few moments to think it over Homelander is overjoyed to see his son smiling at him while nodding his head. 

"I'd like that very much."

"Me too."

#the boys imagine #the boys #black noir x reader #black noir #homelander x reader #homlander #black noir x reader x homelander #homelander imagine #black noir imagine #masterlist #the boys x reader

[littleadaline]

Rest Up [F.L16] 

Warnings: romantic AS FUCK [i hope so]

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: i wrote this at 2 AM, it’s absolutely unpolished, may even be ass, but when there’s inspiration… can’t ignore it!

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Having the week off from university was like a dream for you. All these saved TikTok recipes were finally seeing the light of day, your apartment smelling like a bakery the whole day. The only person who was not benefiting from your baking frenzy was your boyfriend, Fermín. He liked to claim you were teasing him, taunting him with your sweets, since he couldn’t eat as many as he wanted due to his diet. Every recipe tried earned you an eye roll from him. 

“Again?” He would say, half annoyed. 

But there was no end in sight for your baking frenzy. 

The sound of keys pulled you away from your trance, the door opening wide and the voice of your boyfriend barely making it out of his throat. 

“Hey.” He mumbled under his breath. His bag lazily slid from his shoulder, his figure slumped like rag doll as he attempted to untie his shoes. 

“Hi my love,” you said, greeting his with a kiss on the cheek. “How was training?” You asked him while putting away his shoes in the closet. 

“ ‘Twas fine. Is dinner ready?” 

“Should be ready in 10 minutes…why? Fermín, don’t tell me you want to sleep now.” You asked him with a hint of annoyance in your voice. He was known for pulling this stunt and it was one thing of his you couldn’t stand. 

“Please… just 30 minutes. I’m absolutely exhausted.” He yawned through his sentence. 

Your heart softened at his sight. You sighed and kissed his forehead before moving out of his way, giving him the chance to slip to the bedroom. Soon enough, the absence of noise fell onto the apartment, the air growing thick. Feeling bad for your previous reaction, you pulled out the massage oil, lavender oil and bath bombs. You were going to help your boyfriend relax in the best way you knew, self-care. Soon enough, 30 minutes passed, and true to his word, Fermín emerged from the bedroom with a bit more colour to his face.  Checking the bath water temperature, you signalled him to join you in the room. 

“What is this?” He asked, gesturing to the pile of items on the bathroom floor. 

“Vanilla or raspberry?” 

“What?” His face contorted with confusion.

“Vanilla or raspberry bath bomb?” You asked him again, holding each in your hands. 

“Vanilla.” He sighed, defeated. He knew exactly what you were doing. You were taking care of him in the same way he took care of you. He knew what was next; a hair massage. Stripping down from his clothes, he sat down in the bathtub, happily sighing as the hot water made contact with his skin. He hated to admit it, but it was exactly what he needed. Pulling the stool next to you, you poured some hair oil onto your palms, warming it up slightly, before reaching for Fermín’s hair. As you worked on his scalp, you could feel him turn into putty in your hands. 

“What about dinner?” He asked. 

“It just needs to be heated up.” You answered him. 

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to delay dinner. I was just so exhausted, with uni, traveling with the first team, training-”

“All is good mi amor” You interrupted him. “I’ll delay dinner on the days you have afternoon training. That way you can nap and shower in peace before eating,” You said, leaving a kiss on his forehead and getting up to wash your hands. “I’ll go heat it up. Do you think you’ll be done in 15 minutes?” 

“Yeah my love, give me 10 minutes.” He said, squeezing your hand. 

You exited the bathroom and made your way to the kitchen where the pot of soup was waiting for you. Letting the soup simmer on medium heat, you put together the side salad, before pulling out the chicken from the oven. Fibre, protein… what am I missing…. Carbs! Shit! You thought to yourself before pulling the potatoes out of the oven… 

The bathroom door opened, and a now clean and refreshed Fermín came out, the steam slowly escaping from the bathroom. He was dressed in a matching Nike set, clean socks and his slippers. He made his way to you, his arms finding your hips. His head was resting on your shoulder, his gaze following your hands as you plated the food. Soon enough, the food was ready to eat, with Fermín salivating at the sight in front of him. 

“C’mon.” You invited him to join you on the giant couch. Fermín crawled on the couch, his head finding your shoulder once again. You both ate in silence, the sound of Barcelona entertaining you. After you were done eating, he took the dishes away before washing and drying them. Coming back onto the couch, you threw your legs over his thighs, your hands settling in his hair. Fermín had never admitted to it, but you knew how much having you play with his hair soothed him. Feeling the missed hours of sleep catching up to you, you yawned, a bit louder than you wanted. Before you could say anything, Fermín scooped you up and brought you to the bedroom, your giggle filling the room. He tucked you in before sliding in his side of the bed. 

“I know you’re on break nena, but you’re tired. Let’s sleep early so we can make the most of our day off tomorrow. I was thinking of a picnic at the park, followed by a movie night. God knows we haven’t done this in a hot minute. What do you say?” He blurted out. 

You pulled him in for a kiss, your hand snaking into his hair, pulling him closer. 

“I’d love to do that with you.” You said, before laying your head down on his chest. Whilst Fermín’s weak spot was you playing with his hair, yours was listening to his heartbeat before falling asleep. And he knew, which is why he never went to sleep before you, no matter how early he had to wake up the next morning or how tired he was. 

“I love you, Y/N. I really do. Everything you do for me, despite my schedule. I love taking you out on dates, I love talking about you to the boys, I love how you’re always in awe when you see pigeons in the streets, I love how your eyes light up when I come home with sushi. I love everything about you, amor. And I promise, not just to myself, but to you as well, I will make you my wife one day,” He rambled on. “Oh… you’re asleep.” An expression of relief sprawled on his face. Your eyes were closed, but you had heard everything. Unable to hide your smirk, you hid your face in his shoulder, your breath eventually slowing down. Soon enough, Fermín followed suit, but not before he left a trail of kisses from your cheek to your forehead. 

#fermin lopez #fermin x reader #pablo gavi #fc barcelona #pedri #y/n

[hyatoro]

Franklin Russell

ChildhoodFriend!Yandere.

Starting off with a classic. 

Appearance: 5’7”, Brown hair, brown eyes, light tan, wears a lot of knits and stuff. Cozy clothes. Medium build. (Picrew Image at bottom)

Setting: Suburban United States

You can call him whatever you want, Frankie, Frank, Franklin. Preferably yours? lolol All of your friends have to call him Frank or Franklin though. If anyone calls him Frankie he corrects them quickly, saying that it’s reserved for you and his family (but you’re already family since he plans on marrying you anyway).

He grew up normally, having been raised well by a loving family. He has two older sisters who also treat you like a little sibling. He doesn’t mind sharing you with his family cause they taught him early on that sharing is caring (lol not in his mind), so he’s become tolerant of it. 

In that same vein he also gets along with your other friends that you two made as you grew up, but he doesn’t hold them to the same esteem as you. Everyone can tell he likes you the most, but they chalk it all up to y’all being childhood friends and that he’s just the most comfortable with you. Which it IS but also not. 

Never really hangs out with them unless you’re there, though he doesn’t leave if they find him so that’s why they never really noticed it before. Like they’ll find him at the library working on his stuff and hang with him, so in their head it’s like “yeah me and Frank have hung out by ourselves before we get along fine”. 

Uses his childhood friend privileges to enter your house uninvited. It’s fine, he was given a key. So he’s not the kind of yandere to break into your home, but he’d definitely think about it if the conditions were right (you move out of your childhood home but don’t give him a spare key so he lockpicks and gaslights you into thinking you left it unlocked cause you’re used to him just being where you live so you’re not as alarmed as you should be if he were a stranger.) And his gaslighting isn’t malicious either. It’s the kind that your friends would do if they were obviously fucking with you. “Lol what the hell are you talking about? Why the hell would I do that when I could just call you to let me in?” But it’s this friend privilege that gets abused if you look at the bigger picture. But you aren’t, don’t worry about it. 

You grow up so close that sometimes you’re too lazy to kick him out of your room if you want to change so you tell him to turn around and close his eyes. You trust him. And you should, to listen to you that is. He does exactly that and only turns around when you let him, but he engraves the sounds of your clothes shuffling around into his memory each time to fuel his nightly passions. 

Thinks you’re the funniest person and laughs at most of your jokes. You know your joke sucked if even he doesn’t laugh. Even worse if he gives you this fake ass smile and you get rowdy cause “don’t you dare give me your pity”. 

Sometimes cries when you make an effort to participate in some of his hobbies even when he knows you don’t care for them. It just means so much. He likes embroidery, knitting, crocheting, and other fiber based crafts. When you made him a crochet flower he burst into tears and patched it into his next project. Cherishes it forever. 

Honestly the only reason why he’s never asked you out is because he kind of already sees you two as a set pair already. Like there’s not really a need to ask questions he already knows(?) the answers to y’know? 

Most people are deterred when they see the way he clings to you anyway, already assuming you’re taken. And honestly your life and sail fairly smoothly like this.

But when someone who doesn’t know him, say you meet someone while he’s busy and they haven’t seen the way he glues himself to you, shows interest or, god forbid, asks you out, then he is shocked. Gobsmacked. Flabbergasted. At first he doesn’t know what to do cause this has literally never happened before. 

Then he sticks by your side more than ever. He’s clingy. He’s never leaving you open to flirtatious advances ever again. You don’t even need to think about responding to their confession. Was there something you liked about them? He does his best to change to become more your type. 

In more extreme cases he would go as far as dyeing his hair, getting piercings (to a certain extent. He’s still somewhat his own person), and even getting tattoos. Which in his tastes, isn’t really part of his aesthetics. But he’d do it. 

If you suggest getting matching tattoos/matching ear piercings, then he kind of just assumes that it’s y'all getting pseudo-married. Behaves as such. 

Part of the reason why he’s still somewhat normal is because he is the youngest with two older sisters, and that does things to a motherfucker so he knows how to behave. And he knows how to fall back in line. 

Borrows your clothes all the time with zero remorse. Bigger or smaller than him it doesn’t matter he will take what he can. Don’t ask about the underwear he knows nothing about it (it’s under this secret flap in his dresser drawers. Third one down on the right.) 

Loves loves loves your casual affection with him. You always protected him when you were kids so he loves viewing you as his own personal hero, his savior. Grows his hair out a bit when you say it’s nice to thread your fingers through. Doesn’t grow it long cause he doesn’t like it, but would if you pampered him enough. 

He just loves letting you take control of him and taking your orders. He thrives on being subservient to you. He grew up used to getting bossed around, so it’s a comfort zone for him. Even better because it’s the object of all his affections. 

He prefers gentle domming cause the nature of this dynamic is cozy obsession. 

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/61925

#sub!yandere #dom!reader #dom reader #oc x reader #yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #Franklin Russell #childhoodfriend!yandere #sub yandere

[only-omo]

characters who "dont wet".

and by that i mean characters who always have enough bladder control that even when they are past their limit and urine is slowly dribbling down their legs, thats all it ever is. no forceful wetting, no "loss of control", not completely. just leaking every few minutes until they can hold it again. sometimes big leaks that immediately give them away (or dont, but now they cant move without being caught so), throwing those around them into a panic; sometimes smaller leaks that are easier to hide in terms of damage, but so much harder in terms of the strain it puts on their bladder to only let out so little

and it really is something special, because it can get to a point where their pants are notably soaked to the hems, maybe even a small puddle or two depending on if theyve been walking around, and theyre still squirming like mad, or trying not to, because this is damage that happened over the course of nearly an hour or more.

eventually if theyre with people someones gonna ask why they dont just give up already, theyve already fully wet themselves in terms of damage, and doing it this way is really doing nothing but causing way more damage than necessary. because at this point even if they wanted to hide it still - i mean, it is horribly embarrasing to consistently wet yourself over the span of an hour (or more) i think - its painfully obvious every time they leak, their clothes too soaked to absorb it quick enough, unavoidably leading to small-to-incredibly-messy puddles each time.

whether theyre able to answer the person or just stutter and get out not much more than "i dont know", they cant bring themselves to intentionally stop holding, despite the risks, and the only way to fully empty their bladder not at a toilet would be to intentionally choose to wet. so they keep "holding".

from here it will go one of two ways, either they finally get access to a bathroom, where they will likely suffer latch-key incontinence and finally fully lose control on the way from the door to the toilet, likely not able to do anything but maybe sit down to try to minimize mess, otherwise just staring as urine re-soaks their pants and gathers on the floor underneath them (and its obvious they re-wet, so they cant pretend they made it, potentially leading to comments from someone about why they bothered so hard just to not make it anyway, to their utter embarrassment). or they dont find a bathroom, and theres nothing they can do but keep trying to hold it.

now i know from experience that around this point you really do start to feel sick, but its in an exhilaratingly horrible way. your body starts to fight itself to the point where it actually changes your thought pattern. and not in the typical "ohmygodohmygodineedtopee" type of way that some people arent susceptible to, but in a strange way where the most logical thing in existence at that moment is that they should not be holding their pee, regardless of location, as if societal standards didnt exist, as if it truly didnt matter where they peed or what they were wearing when they did it. the way their bladder is so confused it cant do much but dully ache, no longer sharp or threatening leaks, but still the most pressing thing on their mind.

their bladder will actually shut their brain down, reverting them to basic instinct, and theres a good chance at some point their bladder will contract, and the only thing they can physically do is not only just let it out, but actively push it out as hard as they can, and if they could think it would feel intentional, the way their muscles are locked forcefully contracting as if almost by choice, completely negating the previous struggle of eventually regaining control; but they arent thinking, and that choice is more "dont die" than it is "wet myself".

obviously, its messy. its messy and its sudden, as they likely started to go despondent as the sickly feeling hit. its sudden, and its messy, and its loud. theyre not only just wetting themself, but pushing as if the urine was burning their bladder, and they have to get it out (not too far from the truth). trying not only to get out every last drop, but to get out the last drop as soon as possible. and there isnt any relief until a good minute or so after they finish, so theyre wetting with that full force, as if their bladder were still full, the entire time - which is likely a good minute or two, as despite everything theyve lost until now, their bladder was still mostly full - until it suddenly cuts off. it will get everywhere, and itll have everyones attention, and then itll be silent, aside from the light pattering of stray urine that hasnt yet reached the floor.

the most common response would likely be speechlessness, people arent used to bladders that can cause that much of an issue, even incontinent people usually just wet and get it over with.

and the wetters brain will only kick back on after theyre empty, though still in an almost daze of all the sensations and emotions. theyve been sitting in their slowly growing shame for at least an hour at this point so the social repercussions arent really hitting them (though they definitely will as the adrenaline drops), and theyre mostly focused on the stressful feeling of knowing that this must be horribly unhealthy, to end up feeling that way, and to just be primarily aware of the fact that they just totally pissed themself; more than they are anything that means, aside from that theyre soaked.

#omoclean #omorashi #fictomo #omo prompts #lowkey me

[ifancyharry]

Under the italian sun

Hiiii lovelies :) first of all thank you for liking and reblogging my work, i love you all so much💓 this is something i wrote as a proud italian, it's just tooth aching fluff. if you want to listen to the song mentioned, here it is, it's one of my favorites!

What it is: fluff; a day spent with Harry in his house near Rome

Word count: 3.7k

“Oh, I missed Italy’s weather!” YN sighs, her chest heaving as she takes small intakes of the humid Italian air.

“It’s so hot though” Harry whines, “here, hold this.” He hands her his Pleasing cream bag he uses when traveling, and YN holds it in her arms between them as Harry searches for the house keys.

“I still don’t get why you pack that bag to the brim” she chuckles, the bag resting heavy on her folded forearms, “why can’t you use suitcases like everyone else?” She questions, but Harry doesn’t answer, still busy looking for the keys, his eyebrows furrowed as he’s getting more and more frustrated, the hot sun burning against his unprotected skin. When YN had asked him — still on the plane —  if he wanted to put on sunscreen, he had shook his head, grimacing at the sticky white liquid as she covered her face in it, claiming he didn’t need it and the sun wouldn’t be that hot; now, as he can already feel his skin start to redden, he thinks maybe he should’ve followed her advice. 

“Give me that” he mumbles, taking the bag from her arms and placing it on the ground as he crouches down to be able to rumble through it more easily. 

YN rolls her eyes at him but chooses to stay quiet; she knows Harry, and, despite him being the most bubbly and solar person to exist (in her opinion), when he’s annoyed, he’s annoyed, and she knows it’s better to let him sort through things as he wishes, without interfering with his thought process. 

YN brings a hand to her face to shield her eyes from the sun, and she squints as she looks around. She has always loved his home here, and she remembers fondly the first time he’d brought her here: they’d driven from England to Italy in one of Harry’s vintage cars, only four months in their relationship, and despite the hot weather and the lack of air conditioning, she feels her heart warm when she remembers Harry opening up about his stepfather while they listened to his favorite CDs on the stereo. From that trip, their relationship could only grow fonder, and with it their visits to his house in Civita. 

What YN loves most about the house is Harry’s choice of flowers adorning the outside walls, which he picked meticulously after buying the house. 

Despite being almost 10 in the morning, there’s not many people around, because the village is small and mostly inhabited by elderly people, so thankfully, not many people know where Harry is currently, which gives them some time to rest in the hot July weather.

“Found them!” Harry exclaims, keys in hand, a sly smile adorning his features.

YN smiles back at him and waits for him to open the door when he’s back on his feet.

After Harry unlocks the door, he gestures for YN to go inside and open the blinds, claiming he’d take care of bringing their bags inside. 

She walks across the small garden and when she reaches the front door, she unlocks it with the keys Harry gave her. As soon as she enters inside the house, she’s invested by the obnoxious smell closed spaces tend to have, and she hurries to open the windows and let some fresh air inside. 

The house is the same as she remembers; the walls are decorated by colorful paintings and by some framed pictures Harry took of the beach at sunset, the kitchen is small but YN thinks it’s the perfect size for two people, a strawberry shaped ceramic dish is placed on top of the wooden dining table where she can’t wait to eat some fresh picked fruit in the morning with her boyfriend. In the living room, there’s two floor to ceilings windows, allowing the house to be always illuminated by natural light, overlooking the patio, where Harry decided to put a big wooden table where he usually likes to eat dinner, claiming it’s too hot to stay inside.

YN feels a pair of strong arms circling her waist and she squeals a little when Harry bites at her earlobe playfully, placing a soothing kiss on the skin after. 

“What do you want to do first?” He asks her, and YN places her hands on his and squeezes them lovingly.

“I don’t know, what do you want to do?” She smiles, still overlooking the garden from her place on the window frame as Harry platters languid kisses all over her salty skin.

“Mmmh,” Harry mumbles in her neck, his curls tickling the skin of her jaw, “i may have a couple ideas” 

YN giggles softly at his suggestion and Harry turns her around gently, his hand sneaking from her waist to her hips, squeezing at the plushy skin with his fingers. When she gets on her toes to plant a kiss against his lips, her sundress raises a little with the stretch of her arms around his neck, and Harry moves his hands down to cup her ass, pushing her against him. She moans in his mouth and Harry licks her lips with his tongue, pushing it inside after.

When they both start to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen, Harry tears away from her lips to give her time to breathe, and with delicate fingers he pushes the straps of her sundress down her shoulders, her naked skin shining in the sun. 

Harry plants a kiss against her collarbone and with sticky lips against her skin, he says: “let’s go inside”

-

“Help me tie it?” YN says, walking out of the bathroom with her bikini top dangling between her fingers. Harry nods and “Come here”, he says, stretching one of his arms to nudge at the back of her tights playfully. 

“You come here!” She giggles, but with two strides she covers the distance between them and places herself between his slightly parted legs. 

“Such an obedient puppy” he chuckles darkly, “turn around”

YN nods and does as he say, blushing a little at his choice of pet name — one he usually uses when he feels particularly soft.

She takes her hair in her hands and raises it above her head, allowing Harry to take the top and tie it first around her neck and then behind her back. When he’s done with both laces, he places a wet kiss against her shoulder and gives her bum a playful smack, chuckling when she lets out a squeal. 

“All done”.

“Thank you” she turns around and, still smiling, she bends down to peck his lips. Harry raises both his hands to cup her face, holding her hair in place behind her ears.

When she feels Harry deepen the kiss she allows herself a minute to drown in his touch, but when he begins to palm her skin and push her closer to his body, she parts from his lips with a pop and whines when he tugs her down in his lap. 

“Nooo” she whines childishly in his lap, “I want to go to the beach!” 

Harry huffs against her lips, “I am your boyfriend!” He pouts, cupping her face once again and tugging her down against his mouth, “you’re supposed to love on me. I need kisses”.

YN giggles when he buries his face in her neck and his hair tickles the skin of her jaw, “needy baby”, she murmurs, tugging playfully at the roots of his curls.

“One more kiss and we’ll go” she says, splattering a kiss against his hair line.

Harry lets out another childish whine but nods his head nonetheless. He tilts his head back and puckers his lips, asking silently for a kiss. Yn smiles to herself and presses her lips against his in a long, wet kiss, and when Harry doesn’t make a move to part from her mouth, she pouts her lips and says, “I said…” but she’s interrupted by his lips closing hers in another affectionate kiss, “one!” She laughs when he kisses her another time.

“Fine” he breathes out, huffing. Yn gets off of his lap a little unwillingly and she stretches her hand in his direction, which he takes in his grasp. 

“Let’s go to the beach!” She squeals, tugging him by his hand towards the door, happily. 

Harry rolls his eyes at her playfully, a lazy smile adorning his feature. When they reach the living room, he picks up the cream Pleasing bag they previously filled with everything they’d need for the beach, and, car keys in one hand, bag in the other, he lets her tug him out of the house, excited to finally rest under the hot sun.

-

“Baby!” Harry shouts from inside the water, enough to make sure his voice would reach YN standing on the shore, her feet buried in the sand. When she looks up at him, he smiles at her and waves his arms “get in!”

She shakes her head, “no!” She exclaims, “It’s cold”

“C’mon” he says, dragging the end of the word to express his annoyance. He wanted her to get in. Of course, it was a little cold at first, but they’d been lying in the sun for hours, she needed some fresh water.

“Nooo” she repeated, placing her hands on her hips, “i’m not getting in!”

“Don’t make me come get you” he says, his brows pinched in a furrow. 

“You wouldn’t” she laughs, and at her words, Harry starts walking toward the shore where she’s standing, his movements slowed by the water. 

“No, Harry, please” she begs when he’s in front of her, looking at her seriously. 

“I want you to get in” he affirms, placing his own hands on his hips this time.

When she shakes her head, his gaze softens and he looks at her with loving eyes, “please, baby get in” 

YN takes a small step towards him, and Harry stretches an arm out, caressing delicately the skin of her waist with the tip of his fingers, leaving goosebumps behind his cold touch. 

When she’s within arms reach, Harry circles her waist with his hands and picks her up, his arms falling down to her ass to hold her better. 

“No!” She shouts, squealing in his hold, but that just makes him tighten his grip.

“Shh” he coos, walking back to where the water is deeper. Thankfully, the beach they chose wasn’t crowded, and paparazzi still hasn’t been notified of Harry’s whereabouts, so the couple could be able to enjoy the day as they wished without worrying about indiscreet eyes.

When they reach a deeper point, Harry shifts YN in his hold and picks her up from under her arms, throwing her in the water and submerging himself after.

When he comes back up for air, he still has his eyes closed when he feels splashes of water against his skin, and when he opens them, he has to shield his eyes with his hands to not let the salty water in.

“Stop! Stop!” He laughs, hands groping the water as he tries to make up from where YN is splashing him with her hands.

When she finally stops, he shakes his head to shake the water off of his hair, and he passes a hand on his face to get rid of the droplets of water.

“You’re such a brat!” He exclaims bewildered when his girlfriend is back in his sight.

“You are!” She pouts, swimming towards him, making sure to stomp her feet extra hard so the water splashes around them once again messily. When she reaches him, she throws her arms around his neck and her legs come up to wrap around his waist.

Harry splatters loud kisses against her wet cheek and she sighs happily in his hold, “the water is so nice”

He chuckles but agrees to not say anything, despite every muscle in his body is fighting against saying ‘i told you so’.

He squeezes her tighter against his body when he feels her shiver, his hand coming up to stroke at her back.

They soak in the water for sometime, swimming and kissing every once in a while, bashing in the feeling of the cold water against their warm skin.

When YN jumps in his hold again, he sees her lips a slight purple color and her teeth clattering, so, worried she might get too cold, he says “how about we get out?”

She pouts her lips, “but I love the water!”

“I know, but I’m cold” he lies, shrugging. He knows she’d never get out if it wasn’t for something concerning him.

“Okay” she nods immediately, pecking her cold lips against his.

“Thank you, water bug” he chuckles, squeezing her in his arms. 

-

“Harry!” YN breaks the comfortable silence they were basking in, tucking her index finger inside the book she’s reading to mark the page when she closes it down on the towel.

Harry places his still open book down against his chest and looks at her with a questioning look from his position next to her, “Yes, baby?"

“We need to make a reservation for tonight!” She worries, stretching her torso so she could grab his cellphone resting on the towel beside Harry.

“I’ll do it now” he nods, picking the phone from her grasp and unlocking it with the code — he doesn’t use face id, and despite YN having told him many times it would just make his life easier, he claims he couldn’t be bothered to set it up and he honestly doesn’t know how to.

YN shifts to position her body from laying on her tummy to laying on her side, propping her elbow up so she could hold her head with her palm. She looks intently at Harry when he places the phone to his ear, mouthing to her that the line is ringing.

“Ciao” Harry says, “posso… posso prenotare un tavolo per stasera? Alle 20” YN raises from her position and sits with her legs crossed on the towel, watching down at Harry as he nods his head when the other person talks on the other side of the line, and he gives her a reassuring smile that everything is going okay, because, despite knowing he probably asked for a dinner reservation, she isn’t sure what he exactly said.

“Si… si… due persone” he nods, “alle otto” he repeats.

“Grazie mille… ciao” 

“All done, they’re waiting for us at around eight” he tells her, putting the phone back on the towel beside him.

“How are you so amazing at everything that you do?” She asks, her eyes wide and soft.

Harry raises his gaze to meet hers, and when he takes in the bewildered look on her face, he erupts in a loud laugh, squeezing his eyes and opening his mouth, his two bunny teeth appearing.

“It’s not funny” she pouts, pinching her eyebrows. 

When he’s calmed down, he raises his torso a bit, enough to be able to circle her shoulders with his arms and he tugs her down to his chest, plastering sweet kisses all over her salty hair.

“I love you so much” he smiles, lips still buried in her hair.

-

It’s later in the day now, and after basking in the sun all day, YN and Harry decided to head back home to start getting ready for their dinner in Rome. 

Harry has a vinyl playing one of his favorite Italian artists, Rino Gaetano, and YN, despite not knowing the words, sways her body to the melody as she does her makeup in the bathroom, still in her towel, while Harry hums the words from under the shower.

The house is quiet and warm, the only sound being Harry’s voice mixing with the Italian singer's, and the cicadas singing from outside the garden, and YN wishes this day could go on forever and never end. She waits all winter for this exact moment, being so content with her boyfriend she doesn’t feel like doing anything in particular, her skin red from the sun and still salty despite the shower, her hair falling in waves down her back.

When Harry gets out of the bathroom, he’s wearing only his boxers, his skin is golden and tanned, making his tattoos even more noticeable and dark. YN is standing before her suitcase, trying to decide what to wear, and Harry walks slowly to her, swaying his hips playfully to the music with his mouth open showing his teeth in a sly smile.

“What are you doing?” She laughs when he takes her hand in his and tugs her up from her crouched position on the floor.

“Wanna dance a bit” he mumbles, making her do a spin in front of him and then tugging her back in his arms, against his chest. 

They’re not properly dancing, just moving their embraced bodies to the music, but YN relaxes in his hold and lets him guide her. Before Harry, it used to take her a lot to be this carefree, she’d usually feel embarrassment when dancing or having fun in general, but since she met him, everything came easy to her, because she knew he’d never judge her, and she could let herself be playful without worrying about looking cringe-y.

“Può crescere un fiore da questo mio amore per teee…” Harry sings loudly, swaying their bodies from side to side to the rhythm of the catchy music.

“What does that mean?” She asks, curiously.

“He’s saying that a flower could blossom with all the love he has for his lover” he says softly, looking directly in her eyes. YN feels her heart clench in her chest with his words, and she wishes she understood the song enough to dedicate it to him.

Once the song ends, he takes her faces in both his hands and platters kisses all across her skin; first her cheeks, then the side of her mouth, then between her eyes, her closed eyelids, her forehead… and only after, he kisses her lips, harshly pushing his mouth against hers.

She loves when he’s like this. Sure, he’s affectionate always, especially behind closed doors, but there’s something about him when he’s rested that makes her insides all warm.

“We should get ready” she murmurs against his lips.

He nods his head, gives her another brief kiss, and parts from her mouth, walking to his bag to pick something to wear.

“This or this?” She asks Harry after a while, holding out two dresses before her, one is definitely more elegant, strapless and black, that ends around her mid tight, the other is more a sundress type of dress, midi length, white with small pink flowers and a heart shaped neckline.

Harry points to the white one and says, “i love that one”

She nods and goes along with his advice, tossing the black one back in her suitcase.

Once they’re both dressed, Harry wearing a colorful crochet shirt and some tailored grey pants, they make their way out the front door, locking the door behind them.

Harry unlocks the car door with his key and gets in first, then, he leans over the passenger seat to open the door for her from the inside, and YN gets in the passenger seat of the convertible Alfa Romeo.

When Harry starts the car, the engine roars and he puts the car’s gear in reverse, he places a hand on his girlfriends head rest and stretches his torso to look better behind them. 

The drive to Rome is about an hour long, but the landscape makes the drive much more bearable. YN gets lost in the purple and orange colors the sky is turning, and she points every once in a while something for Harry to look at (“Harry, look at that bird!”, “oh my god are those men fishing?”).

The convertible car allows the wind to fly through her hair, and she breathes in the salty air coming from the beach, the sun a bright orange, almost disappearing in the water, and turning the water shiny in his wake.

Harry, sitting next to her, driving, shifts his gaze whenever she calls out to him, following her pointed finger with his eyes, lovingly, amazed by the way she perceives things. 

“It’s so beautiful” she sighs dreamily, overwhelmed by the scenery developing before her eyes.

“Yeah… so beautiful” he whispers, but he isn’t looking out of the car, he’s looking right at her in the passenger seat, her hair messy from the wind and her cheeks and nose red from the sun.

When she turns her head to look at him, he’s turned his head toward the road, but she swore she could’ve felt his eyes on her when she was distracted by looking outside.

She doesn’t say anything, relaxing against her seat and stretching one hand out of the window, her fingers caressing the wind and spreading open with its force.

“How do you say ‘i love you’ in Italian?” She says after a while, turning her head to him with a mischievous smile spread across her face.

“Si dice… ti amo” he smiles to himself, his voice changing a bit with the switch to another language.

“Ti amo?” She repeats, and he nods eagerly at her question.

YN brings her hands to cup her mouth and, “Ti amo!!!” She shouts, her cupped hands amplifying her voice. 

“Harry, ti amo” she repeats, laughing loudly at her own words and the feel of them on her tongue. She’s said I love you to him many times, but shouting it to the empty road before them, gives her a sort of unknown power she adores the feeling of.

“Say it again” he says, turning his head to her once they reach a stop.

“Ti amo” she giggles, and Harry cups her face with his hands and places a kiss against her lips. 

“I love you too” he nods against her mouth, “i love you, I love you, I love you” he says between kisses, and he feels drunk despite being sober. Drunk with her vanilla scent, drunk with all the love he feels for her. Because with YN, he doesn’t have to be in Italy to love her. He’d love her everywhere. And he thinks about all the flowers in the world that blossomed with all the love he has for her.

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