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harper-collins · 5 months

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Cold Winter's Night [Christmas Special]

Ship: Scarian (Scar x Grian) Type: Fluff No Real Warnings, it's just mostly fluff with a bit of nervousness sprinkled in there The way Hotguy / Cuteguy and the general world are displayed is inspired by this blog, please go check them out and read all the comics, it's amazing! Enjoy!

It’s cold, and Cuteguy was painfully aware of that. His wings had fluffed up and the few small patches of feathers across his body were doing their best to keep the warmth in, but there was no avail when he was going around, building to building, working. Hotguy was close on his tail, especially as they were supposed to be working together tonight, but he just wanted to get home in time for Scar.

Hotguy was blissfully unaware of Cuteguy’s plans, for he had plans of his own, they were both unaware however, that they were only leaving one another to meet each other later that evening. Not that either of them was aware of this simple fact at all. As Cuteguy landed on the roof of another building, his wings circling him to keep him warm, Hotguy followed soon after, using his skills to follow quickly after the avian.

“Woah, bit fast today aren’t we birdy?” Hotguy joked, making sure that he had good balance as he comfortably stood across from the other. In reality, this was a bit less of a joke, but the other had said it as a joke regardless. “I-It’s just- It’s Christmas Eve, and I have plans tonight,” Cuteguy grumbled back, taking a moment to warm up and catch his breath as he evaluated anything he needed to do for the rest of the evening.

“Ooooh, have a date do we? Or perhaps family?” Hotguy asked, teasing him about it easily. Cuteguy flushed a little but otherwise didn’t say anything, he just moved to look over the area and then at the time. “Ah- It’s almost 9 pm, ‘bout time to leave you alone,” he instead replied, giving a grin to the other. “Aha! Same for me, not too late for me tonight! But you do make it sound like you don’t like me birdy,” Hotguy singsonged, grinning to himself as he stared almost lovingly at the other.

Cuteguy blushed as his wings fluffed up even further at that statement, only proving the other’s statements true - to an extent of course. “It’s not like that! You… You’re not the worst person I’ve worked with, but I usually don’t like working with others! It’s just, difficult,” he vaguely explained himself. Despite not doing a good job of it, Hotguy understands what the other is trying to say anyway, but he tries to make it out as if he completely misunderstood.

“So you’re saying you like me?” He asked, getting a little closer. Cuteguy doesn’t notice it at first, so he only groans and covers his eyes with his hand. “Of course not like that you silly little!-” He cut himself off, trying to come up with a safe word that also explained his emotions, but he only came up short. “Silly little?” Hotguy prompted, grinning silly. He was having way too much fun with the other, and it was obvious.

“Ugh, you know what? Let’s just forget about it, I take it back, I said nothing, let’s move on!” Cuteguy said, his voice speaking with finality as he scrunched up his note in that cute way that Hotguy had recently come to enjoy. The other hummed a little as he took another little step forward, and this time, the other noticed. He realised that the gap between them was slowly decaying, but he tried to ignore it.

Sometimes Hotguy had been either a little pushy or a bit clingy at times when they were outside of battle, to the point he had to fly off of a building one time to get the other to let go of him. Cuteguy wasn’t one to admit he enjoyed a bit of clinginess from partners, but he didn’t like it from work partners, and Hotguy was indeed a work partner, and nothing more. No, the only crush or any semblance of a crush Cuteguy held was on Scar, his loveable friend. The goofy, enjoyable and charismatic guy he’d known from childhood.

Not Hotguy.

“Awwww, why won’t you tell me? Surely it’s something you would wanna say, maybe use to make me jealous or something,” Hotguy persisted, grinning helplessly to himself. He knew he wouldn’t get jealous, but if that idea gave Cuteguy the impression that he could flaunt his secrets, then it would just make him all the happier. Cuteguy didn’t take it like that, however.

Hotguy took another step forward. “I said that we ought to forget about it, so I elect we change the subject,” he snapped, but there was no bite to his words. The other made a soft chuckle as he slowly took another step forward. It was blindingly obvious to Cuteguy now how close the other was. There had been quite a bit of space, but now he could see the other’s breath in the cold, winter weather. He could almost feel it against his hair, but he didn’t say anything.

Not a word about the closeness, how uncomfortable it might be, or even the weirdness of being so close to the other. Not a word. Hotguy took this as a minor success and shuffled a little closer. Instead of ignoring it like he had been trying to do, Cuteguy instead stared at him for a long moment. First, his hair looked fluffy to the touch, the beautiful brown locks, he’d felt tempted to touch them for a while now, just like Scar’s, but there was no way in hell he ever would.

He then brought his eyes a little further down to the other’s eyes, those wonderful green eyes about him. Shifting slightly as they watched Cuteguy carefully, as if trying to look into his soul, but he wasn’t quite there yet. Trying to avoid further eye contact, he flicked down to his lips, those plush, stunning lips. It almost made him want to close the gap that Hotguy had closed mostly himself. Luckily, or unluckily, even if Cuteguy wasn’t too sure whether he wanted to close it or not, Hotguy did it for him.

One moment his eyes were open, watching as his work partner kissed him on the lips, and then the next moment he was lost in the feeling, closing his eyes and pushing on those wonderful lips of his. The feeling was immense, vibrant, immaculate. He could feel the other’s hands gripping his own hair, and he was suddenly struggling to find something for his hands to grip as well.

And then, all too soon, Cuteguy inwardly thought, it was over. The two separated, panting for breath as they both took time to digest what had just happened. Cuteguy— No, Grian’s head was a whirlwind, and his fight or flight was beginning to set in. Kissing Hotguy? Someone he didn’t even know? He took a step back, staring at the other for a moment as he stared longingly back.

“Birdy, wait—” He shouted, just as Grian began to turn. He didn’t even try waiting for the other to explain himself either, he jumped off of the building and began to fly, fly away from the situation. What had he just done? He wasn’t in a relationship with anyone, not even Scar, but it felt as though he’d just cheated on him regardless. He covered his mouth, his cheeks reddening as he mindlessly brought himself back to his own house.

“I just— I just need to calm down,” he mumbled to himself, slowing down a little as he finally started to look around at his surroundings. He wasn’t far away from his house and if he checked his watch… Oh yes, most definitely late for Scar. Grian knew that they were both fashionably late people, but he just hoped that Scar would be considerably later than he usually would, just so he could calm himself down from what had just happened.

Hotguy, on the other side of the coin, had a lump in his throat. He hadn’t moved an inch since he’d stepped back from that wonderful kiss with his little birdy. Well, he wasn’t his per se, but he wished for it more than he’d like to admit. He only began to move when the cold weather began to get quite biting and he had to. He jumped off of the building and quickly ran to his house in the snow. After all, he had to get dressed out of his outfit now that he should have been most definitely out of work.

Once he did arrive back at his own place and began to take his outfit off, Scar realised the time, and suddenly everything was a rush. He was late! Late for the evening with Grian! His good friend had offered for them to stay together on Christmas Eve due to not really having anyone else. He had wanted to ask the same thing of Cuteguy, but Grian had gotten to him first. Not that he minded, he wasn’t ever going to cancel on Grian for a crush, it was just a little… Disappointing at times.

When he finally sorted himself out and half-wrapped his present for the other, he managed to get there quickly. He was around 45 minutes late… But he’d been later, and he was sure that Grian had been expecting some lateness to an extent. After all, the other was usually late to his own events. Scar fervently knocked on the door, happily awaiting for his dear friend to open it.

It took a moment or two, but Grain eventually got to the door. He was still flushed from earlier, but the ever-oblivious Scar didn’t notice a thing about the slightly odd appearance the other gave. How his jumper wasn’t fully pulled down, and that his hair was a mess. It was as though he’d only just gotten dressed. But the other just smiled at Grian and offered a hug.

“Grian! Merry Christmas, I hope you’re keeping warm,” he said, his energy still radiating from earlier. He nodded a little, his gaze averted from Scar’s eyes. The other paid no attention though, and walked through the doorway and into the living room. “Well uh– Guessing you got held back by something?” Grian asked, closing the door behind Scar and turning around to see the other already sitting down.

“Something like that, hey Gri, did you know that your house is covered by snow? Isn’t that amazing?” He asked, his childish wonder bristling with light. Grian could only chuckle in response as he sat himself down. “I’m sure it is Scar, just to note, I didn’t have enough time to cook anything, so things that I was going to cook, are now in the oven… Everything else is here,” He motioned to the coffee table. It had a wide range of goodies.

From savoury snacks to chocolate goodies, there was a little bit of everything on Grian’s table. Scar gasped at all of them and took a few things without even thinking about it. He hadn’t really had time to eat at home, nor before his shift at Hotguy, so he was starving now he was staring at a large amount of food. Grian merely chuckled as he watched his friend dive into the food.

“One moment Scar,” he suddenly said, moving away from his friend and into the kitchen. The other paid him no mind, however, and continued to eat at a quick pace. The male hurriedly went to the kitchen to bring things out of the oven. It also gave Grian a moment to recollect himself. He was sure that Scar hadn’t seen anything out of place with him, which was more of a relief than it should have been.

Sighing a little, he fixed his jumper, sorted out his unkempt hair a little, and fixed his glasses. Once he had been sorted out and looked a little more presentable, he put the food into nice little trays and brought them into the living room, where Scar had mostly resigned himself to staring at the food instead of eating it. The other hummed a little as he wearily watched his cru— friend.

When he finally sat down, Scar turned to him with a smile, watching his friend carefully. Now that the male had calmed down, he took a full account of how his friend looked. He looked a lot better than earlier, but his face was still quite flushed. Scar finally decided to take interest in this and to show he took interest, he leaned a little further towards Grian, not really taking into account that people had personal space.

“So, what’s gotten you all flushed tonight? Had some alcohol whilst waiting for me?” Scar asked, his smile turning lopsided as he watched the other with contentment. Grian avoided eye contact as he shook his head a little. “No, I haven’t had any alcohol,” he replied, keeping his explanation short. Scar hummed a little and watched the other carefully, thinking of other things that might make his good friend blush.

“Has someone embarrassed you?” He asked earnestly, moving back a little. Grian appreciated the newfound personal space, even if it was small in comparison to what he felt as though he needed. “...Look, it doesn’t matter, let’s just focus on the evening,” Grian muttered, avoiding eye contact again. Scar whistled, knowing he’d found the source. He mildly thought about talking about it with the other, trying to tease him more… But with the way Grian was trying to avoid the conversation… It was probably a bad idea.

And that was how the first half of their evening went. They did their little Christmas unwrapping (and Grian jokingly commented on the bad wrapping courtesy of Scar) and settled down to watch a movie, a Christmassy one, despite neither of them really enjoying Christmas movies at all. One thing they’d unusually found enjoyment in was watching those TV shows that showcased houses or the construction of a house.

But, that was not on their list tonight, as there were only a few hours left until it was Christmas day. The two stayed on two separate parts of the couch, neither touching, and neither really making much conversation throughout the movie itself. There were a few questions, mainly about the movie, but other than that, there was mostly silence between them.

It gave Scar time to settle himself after the hectic day of being Hotguy, and it gave Grian some time to calm down and let the heat in his cheeks die down from the kiss from earlier. Even if that was what his thoughts kept rolling back to during the movie. By the time the movie itself had ended, Grian was perfectly settled physically, even if his mental state was like a room so messy you couldn’t see the floor.

“So, what do you want to put on next?” Grian asked casually, moving through the Christmas options. None of them really spoke out to him, so he was hoping Scar had something he wanted to watch out of their selection. After all, that was what the late-night meeting was for. The other hummed for a long moment and nonverbally asked for the remote for the TV. Grian gave it up and let the other cycle through them quietly, thinking to himself.

After around 5 minutes, it seemed as though Scar had settled on the ‘Nightmare before Christmas’, the perfect Halloween-Christmas movie, and something Grian had watched with others several times before. There was no argument against the movie, and as a result, they put it on quickly, letting it fill the silence within the room.

Yet, instead of keeping the conversation at a minimum again, Scar turned to the other momentarily before sighing and turning back to the movie. “So uh, d’you wanna talk about what was bothering you earlier?” He murmured, keeping his voice low. Grian silently cursed under his breath, feeling his cheeks redden a little again. Right after he’d gotten his little problem sorted too.

“It was—” Grian stopped himself from trying to escape the conversation again, thinking to himself about the way he could explain it without outwardly saying he had kissed Hotguy without pushing. When he eventually settled on a subtle explanation, he cleared his throat, letting the movie go on in the background.

“I just– I got kissed earlier… I don’t even know if I like them either,” he mumbled, letting Scar barely hear him, but it still got picked up on. Scar gasped a little, getting excited for the other. “Oh oh! Was it under the mistletoe? Is that why they kissed you?” He asked, his voice easily overpowering the movie with him being so excited for his friend.

“No, it was… Heat of the moment type thing,” he replied, blushing even further and keeping his eyes darted away from Scar. In reality, the way his friend was reacting made him feel bad, more because he liked his friend than anything, but the enthusiasm just confirmed his worst fears. Scar seemingly held nothing but friendly appreciation for him, and he could feel his heart slowly being eaten and shredded into little pieces.

“So… Do you like them? Who was it?” Scar asked, his eyes twinkling a little as he watched on, completely focused on his friend and friend alone. “I… Like someone else, but I don’t think they like me back,” Grian admitted, avoiding the ‘who was it’ question nicely. Despite his avoidance, however, Scar noticed and prompted the other once more.

“Uhhm… It’s not important,” he murmured, continuing to avoid eye contact. Scar only whined in response this time, however. “But– Grian! I’d tell you if I was bamboozled by someone kissin’ me, please!” He went on, trying to encourage the other to ‘fess’ up. This went on for quite some time, even to the point where they were halfway through the movie and Grian still hadn’t told him who he’d kissed. But at this point, the dirty blonde was finally having enough of the constant questioning.

“Fine, fine! I’ll tell you,” He angrily mumbled. The other wasn’t really angry, he was just a little tired of the questioning by Scar at this point. The other waited quietly, watching on in hope and excitement. “It was Hotguy,” he mumbled, ever so quiet. Scar blinked once, twice, thrice. Hotguy?

Hotguy?

“Waitwaitwait, let me just confirm,” Scar said, his face now reddening. He sat up properly on the couch, turning to face Grian head-on. “Hotguy?” He asked, looking a little embarrassed himself now. Grian, a little curious but also very confused, nodded as the other digested this information. It was silent between them for one, two, three minutes. The only sound left was the bated breath of Grian and the whizzing of the movie next to them.

“Gri… Birdy…” Scar began, and instantly Grian shivered, knowing exactly where that term came from. “I am Hotguy,” he confessed, his cheeks burning as he stared at his work companion. At hearing the admittance, Grian felt as though cold water had drenched from all over again. Realising what it meant for work, personally and the recent events.

Scar, still a little flustered, but staring at Grian with a new sense of longing, took control of the conversation. “Well, I didn’t know who was gonna be behind that mask, but I didn’t realise that the name was so true,” he whispered, getting a little closer. Suffice it to say, the other’s face was the equivalent of a bright red Christmas light on a tree, or Rudolf’s nose on a dark, cold night.

“Oh my god Scar… We— We—,” he tried to say, stumbling through his words as he desperately tried to understand everything. The other looked quite red himself but he could only laugh at how the other was reacting. “Did you enjoy it?” He asked, whispering a little as he shuffled a little closer to the smaller. Grian took a deep breath to calm himself down a little as he tried to gain composture.

“I… I did enjoy it… I just felt so bad because I didn’t know it was… Well, you,” he shyly explained. Scar raised his eyebrows at that, grinning a little as he watched the other finally catch his eyes. “I didn’t know that you liked me in that way! I suppose that it does make sense when I really think about it though,” he murmured, glancing away from the other momentarily as he indeed, did think about it.

Grian only shook his head which only caused Scar to look back at him with a smile on his face. “Well, I do think that this is one of the best Christmas present we could get! I mean, to find out you’re Cuteguy? Awww, you should’ve said sooner!” He exclaimed, giggling to the other. Grian glanced briefly at the TV before giving the other a small smile himself.

“Yeah, I guess it is a good gift,” He said, glancing up at the other. Scar chuckled and got a little closer.

“Do you know what would be an even better gift?” He asked, his voice low and enchanting.

“What is it, Hotguy?” Grian quietly asked, watching the other carefully.

“Getting to kiss you again,”

“Are you sure?” Grian asked, frowning a little. Scar only scoffed at the reply though.

“Of course I’m sure,” he replied, getting closer to the other. All of a sudden, Grian felt heated again, the familiar feeling washing over him once again. Scar laughed a little as he brought the other’s chin closer to his and began to initiate the kiss. Even though this had only been the second time they had both experienced one another, the slip of familiarity from last time fell on them, as Scar tried to go further from a standard kiss.

Almost immediately, Grian tried to situate himself properly, with one hand grabbing the back of the other’s hair, and his other hand clutching a leg, keeping him in place. Scar kept the other close, kissing him with all the love and adoration he held for the other, and they were both drowning in their own feelings as a result. They lost track of the time, simply enjoying tasting one another as they kept going and going until they couldn’t anymore.

By the time they had to separate to breathe, they were in a completely different position than when they began. Scar was almost on top of Grian, panting as he stared down at his newfound lover, whilst Grian still appeared to be entirely disorientated from the events. Scar smiled at the other, enjoying the view as he sat the other back up, making sure he was comfortable as he blinked and came back to Earth.

“That was…”

“Wonderful?” Scar asked, a grin showing clearly on his features.

“Yeah…” Grian mumbled back, moving a little closer to Scar subconsciously.

With the film close to finishing and the clock just turned midnight, the two quietly enjoyed their quiet night together, cuddling on the couch as they finally settled for the evening. They could talk tomorrow, it wasn’t their issue now. What was important now was to keep one another close and sleep. And that is exactly what they did.

#writing #ao3 #grian #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #scarian #desert duo #scar x grian #kissing men #I mean they kiss twice so like #mmmm #grian is a nervous soul #and i feel like i portrayed him incorrectly #but Scar is a lovingly cocky idiot #so enjoy that ig?

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whatdoidosatoru · 24 days

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Sweet Nothings

PART 4 of The Only Exception

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - ao3 wc: 4938 pairing: Baji x OC (reader insert bc oc is very vaguely described) tags: smut, oral sex (f and m receiving), face-sitting, fingering, thigh-fucking, dirty talk, penetrative sex, he's so nice!!!!!

tag list: @bontensbabygirl @mrsryuguji - thank you so much for expressing interest for this fic I genuinely feel like crying when I think about it!

summary: post-exam stress turns into a fun night meeting Baji's friends :)

music:

Sweet Nothings - Neck Deep

Just The Girl - The Click Five

She’s a God - Neck Deep

Last of the Real Ones - Fall Out Boy

You and I - Anarbor

Feeling This - blink-182

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

MINORS DNI!!!! 18+

Baji

The following week went by incredibly slowly. Yuna and I had classes and work so we couldn’t see each other, but we kept messaging throughout most of our days, apart from when we were working.

Every time I felt my phone vibrating I felt giddy, like a teenager in love. The feeling was explosive, overwhelming. That girl will be the death of me. Even Chifuyu couldn’t help but notice and take the piss out of me for it.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you smile this much since you stopped beating people up for shits and giggles.”

“Piss off, Chifuyu, I’m the embodiment of sunshine. I’m always smiling.”

Chifuyu laughed, “Sure, that’s why that old lady ran away when she saw you in front of our building today. Because you’re too cheerful.”

I flipped him off, still grinning at my phone and the latest selfie from Yuna while Chifuyu was setting up a show for us to watch.

Yuna🖤💙, 21:36

if my future werent on the line id just sleep in tomorrow tbh my eyes cannot stay open anymore midterms will be the death of me fuck this shit wanna move in with me in a cottage in the middle of nowhere and own some goats off the grid well get some cats as well ill take my dog back from my parents just us and animals and sometimes mai you can invite matsuno to visit tell him to bring us books when he visits

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 21:40

You’ve definitely got a good plan there But please go to sleep, you need rest before your exam <3 I’ll be home by the time you’ve finished and you can come over for lunch if you’d like

Yuna🖤💙, 21:42

thats kinda making me wet ngl

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 21:43

Lunch is making you wet? Have I told you how weird you are?

Yuna🖤💙, 21:43

you making me food and also coming to your place is, dumbass but anyway! off to sleep i go, tell matsuno im taking him up on that challenge to beat his ass in uno when i meet him good night hot stuff <3

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 21:44

Go to sleep, woman! And have the best dreams, preferably of me c; And good luck!!!! For tomorrow!! I know you’ll smash it!!! <33333

“Yuna’s coming over tomorrow after her exam to wipe the floor with you in uno.”

Chifuyu threw his head back and let out a villainous laugh.

“Does she know she’s talking to a master strategist and an uno master?"

“Listen, I know you’re my best friend an-”

“Brother, but continue.”

“....and all that. But if I’m not in her corner I don’t have sex. So if I have to make team Yuna t-shirts don’t be surprised.”

To that, he launched a piece of popcorn at me.

When I got back from work I jumped into the shower, counting down the minutes until Yuna came. When I finished making noodles, she rang the bell to be let upstairs. I all but sprinted to the door to let her in, standing with the apartment door open, just in my towel, waiting to see her face.

“I hope that food I smell is for me because if I don’t have something in my mouth in a minute I’ll riot.”

She was grumpy and tired, it was obvious from the way she dragged her feet on the stairs.

“I’ve got something you can put in your mouth.”

“Baji-kun I’m gonna bite it off.”

“Ooooh ‘Baji-kun’? I didn't think you were this serious. The food is ready, there will be no need for biting off my dick, you hater.”

Yuna reached up to grab my face and kissed it before making her way inside. She’d never been inside my apartment before, but the kitchen was right next to the front door, so she didn’t have to wander before lunch. I served her the food, sitting down next to her to eat and hear about her day.

“...and I knew he was going to put that ridiculous text in the exam and I almost screamed when I saw it. Unfortunately, Hana said she didn’t even get to that part with her revision so I didn’t have anyone to check the answers with.”

She practically inhaled the noodles and vegetables, doing a little dance as she ate.

“But anyway, I’m getting the results in a week, which is shit because if I failed it’s gonna ruin the whole night out! These are amazing by the way. I haven’t eaten all day until now so sorry if I was hangry.”

She was tripping her own sentences, trying to say everything at once. All I wanted to do was grab her face and smother her in affection, but I was trying to give her space to relax and reach out when she wanted to.

When I told her about my day, we moved to my bedroom. As she was taking it all in, lingering on the vinyl collection, I towel-dried my hair and started to look for some clothes to put on, but she stopped me, dragging me toward the bed and pushing me down.

“I could hardly focus on what you were saying earlier.”

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?”

“The food was amazing, but I want to taste you.”

Oh. I see. She unwrapped the towel from around my hips with a pleading look in her eyes. I pulled her hair up and used her own hair tie from my wrist to tie it back. With a soft smile, she took my cock into her mouth, not breaking eye contact.

My eyes rolled back and I struggled to keep myself sitting up to look at her. All I wanted was to lie down and process the sensation, but the intensity in her gaze was somehow holding me in place, the only thing moving was my mouth to let out a moan.

“Fuck it’s so warm,” I managed to squeeze out as she nodded, hummed in affirmation, and licked along my slit, teasing with her soft tongue. I wanted to burn this into the insides of my eyelids - Yuna on her knees between my legs, one hand on my balls, the other on my shaft, and her beautiful mouth enveloping my cock, hollowed-out cheeks as she sucked in air around it, her head bobbing up and down slightly, and most importantly, her eyes gazing into mine like she was memorising every detail of my face that was twisting into expressions of pure pleasure.

“Your mouth is so pretty-ah-when you do this. Fuck you’re so hot like this.”

My words just kept coming. She needed to know how she made me feel and it seemed to make her hollow out her cheeks even more and suck with more intensity - I felt my orgasm coming rapidly.

“I’m so close sweets, can you take it?”

In reply her hand found mine and placed it on her ponytail so I gripped it tight, leading her into the pace I needed to finally exhale and spurt cum into her throat. She carefully removed her mouth from my cock and opened it to show me milky white cum on her tongue, promptly swallowing it and showing me her empty mouth.

I groaned and pulled her into my lap for a deep kiss, her hands flew to the back of my head to grip my hair and she was straddling my lap. My hands were holding her hips tightly squeezing her skin and I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy.

She started rubbing myself on my thigh, but only slightly. I held her tighter and moved her hips back and forth, intensifying the friction between her core and my leg. She started moaning into my mouth and keeping the pace on her own, clearly getting more and more pleasure than just with her own small movements.

“Keisuke I need you,” her moans were so cute, barely pronouncing my name through whines.

I pulled her off my lap to unbutton her jeans and take them off along with her underwear.

“How do you want me?” She moaned into my mouth as I swiped my fingers through her wet folds.

“All to myself, sweetness, but I’ll make do with your pussy on my face for now.”

I could feel her arousal leaking, soon to be smeared on my face. I lay on my back, waiting for her to position herself over me, she gripped the bed frame and hovered above me.

“I’m gonna need you to get lower, can’t reach you like this.” I grabbed her thighs to try and lower her.

“I’m scared I’ll crush you!”

How cute.

“What a way to die, feasting on your sweetness, suffocated by sweet,” I lightly slapped her thigh where it met her ass, “soft thighs of a gorgeous woman. Now sit.”

With that, I pulled her all the way onto my face and, as soon as she was met with my eager tongue, she let out a scrumptious moan. I licked a long strip from her entrance all the way to her clit and started circling the soft sensitive bud and spelling out my name on it. Every time the tip of my tongue finished an S, I could feel her thighs twitch, making me dig my fingers into her.

Her moans turned to whimpers, whimpers to cries, and with a breathy cry of my name she tightened…and let go. I drank her release slowly, gently, to not overwhelm her, and let go of her thighs. She collapsed on the bed next to me, breathing heavily.

“I’ve…fuck I’ve never done that before.” With a quick roll, I was above her, pinning her to the bed and kissing her deeply, making her taste herself on my lips.

“Stick around and this won’t be the last time.” I winked at her and helped her up to put her clothes on.

I rummaged around my wardrobe looking for a minute and pulled out a dark grey band hoodie. Yuna’s eyes widened when I handed it to her.

“I told you I’d give you a hoodie you can sniff like a weirdo.”

“Kei…The Black Parade? If I had any energy left I’d cry. Thank you."

She launched herself at me with arms wide open. I embraced her tightly and kissed the top of her head. If I’d known this would make her so happy I would’ve done it right away. She got her book bag and I went to put the plates away before we went to her flat to get her things.

I couldn’t believe my absolute luck that I got to flaunt her in front of my friends and she agreed to sleep over tonight. I was practically skipping on the way to hers. We were holding hands again and I swear I could feel her smile burning into the side of my head every time I stopped looking at her.

She packed up a pyjama top, toothbrush, some skincare stuff, and makeup while I was looking through her bookshelf, picking up some books to see what she read.

“Why doesn’t it say what they’re about on the back? Who is the Guardian and why am I supposed to care that they think this book is ‘moving and engaging by turns, with an ending to blow down walls’? Just tell me the plot dammit!”

Yuna laughed softly, “Unfortunately, it’s all too common these days. That’s why I rely on the internet.”

Placing the book back, my gaze went over a nail polish basket. Out of curiosity I picked up a few bottles to look at them more closely and was met with a light chuckle from the door.

“You want me to paint your nails, Kei?”

“I wouldn’t mind that. Do you have black?”

“Do I have….Baji Keisuke look at me and ask me that again.” She couldn’t keep a serious face on, immediately grinning at me.

“Fair point, so will you do it?”

She walked over to me, all of her stuff packed into a rucksack, and placed a kiss on my fingers.

“Of course. You’ll look even hotter with black nail polish on while you’re fingering me.”

Immediate hard-on. It wasn’t fair.

On our way back to mine, we stopped by a shop to get some snacks and drinks for tonight, I could feel Yuna growing more anxious by the minute. Having arrived at the apartment, I got to dusting and cleaning up while Yuna excused herself to my bedroom to put on some makeup - something about feeling more put together to help with her nerves. Chifuyu was on his way home from work so he should be the first one out of the group to meet her.

Twisted Firestarter, 14:26 She’s really nervous rn Please be nice to her Or I’ll burn your pillows c:

ChiFOOLyu, 14:27 I’M ALWAYS NICE I get it man don’t touch my stuff if you don’t want to be strangled in your sleep :D I’m home in 20 mins

Twisted Firestarter, 14:28 Just saying, the gang might be too much to handle so it’s be nice if she had another person apart from me to talk to

ChiFOOLyu, 14:29 👌

There was a knock on the door and a faint voice coming in, “I hope both of you are dressed because I don’t need any more jump scares today!”

With that, Chifuyu unlocked the front door and walked in, tossed his keys on the shelf in the hallway, and took his boots off before walking over to us sitting on the couch. Yuna took a deep breath and grinned at him, immediately turning to banter to mask her nervousness.

“Matsuno-kun, I heard you think you could hold a candle to my absolute domination at card games?”

Chifuyu all but threw himself onto the couch next to her, acting like they’d known each other for years.

“My deepest apologies, Yuna-sensei. All I want is a chance to play against a world-renowned master such as yourself. And you can call me Chifuyu, no need to be so formal.”

“Okay Fufu, but chumminess is not going to make me go easy on you.” She said with a wink. I liked seeing her growing more and more relaxed with Chifuyu, even though she was nervous as all hell earlier.

“Fufu? Aight…are you painting your nails, Keisuke?” He clocked one of my hands spread across Yuna’s lap, the other in the air trying not to smudge the freshly applied coat of black nail polish.

“I’m pretty sure you have eyes, Chi, Yuna is painting them, not me. And what of it?” I knew he didn’t mean anything negative by it, but it wouldn’t be us if we didn’t tease each other for no reason.

“Fuck off trying to insinuate shit. Yuna, could you paint mine as well? Might make me seem more badass since I’m not fighting anym-” A silent, but intense look in my eyes made him stop talking and smile at Yuna instead.

Yuna lifted her head to look at him when she finished painting my other hand and reached for Chifuyu after instructing me to be careful not to smudge anything.

“Wow your cuticles are so neat,” she inspected his hands before taking the nail polish and started applying, “what happened to your face anyway? That scratch looks fresh.”

They started chatting about all the cats we get at work and how some are absolute bastards to take care of, sometimes we get scratched up. Just looking at the energy between the two of them was soothing.

I no longer had to worry about there being any awkwardness in Yuna meeting my friends. I was still waiting for her answer to being my girlfriend, hopefully, tonight might make her see she is wanted and I wouldn’t hide her away.

A few hours later, after we dried our nails and joked around with Yuna, my phone rang. When I picked up, I could hear two sets of voices, one clearly not talking to me, the other trying to be loud enough for me to hear, but unfortunately loud enough that I had to move the phone away from my ear.

“MIKEY FORGOT WHICH BUTTON HE NEEDS TO PRESS CAN YOU BUZZ US IN,” I could hear Mitsuya shouting over Mikey and Draken arguing in the background.

I hung up and pressed the button next to the porta phone, waiting for them to make their way to my door. They were still arguing over who knew which button to press when they walked in and I took the pizza boxes from Mitsuya’s hands.

“Yeah well, it’s Baji’s fault for not having us over anymore.”

“It’s not like we ever needed an invitation?”

“Yeah well, Mr.Big Shot over here is too busy for his best friends because he’s going to be a very important vet someday.”

“I live here, too! You can come and visit me!” Chifuyu shouted at them from the couch where he was keeping Yuna company.

Mikey’s gaze stopped on Yuna’s face as she shyly waved and smiled at them.

“Oh hey, new best friend. I’m Mikey, you’re Yuna, right?” He flashed her an angelic smile, earning a smack to the back of his head from Draken.

“Behave, Mikey.” Draken shook his head, reaching to shake Yuna’s hand, and walking back to the kitchen with me, handing me the watermelon he brought with him.

We cut it together and moved the pizzas to the coffee table while Mikey and Mitsuya were trying to be normal around Yuna. Chifuyu seemed to be fending off Mikey’s overbearing closeness pretty well so Draken and I could bring all the drinks and cups to the gathering spot.

I sat next to Yuna, sharing the couch with Chifuyu, while Draken was spread out on the other one, Mikey sitting on the floor with Mitsuya. I had plugged my phone into the big speaker under the TV and played some music as background noise to our conversations.

Yuna seemed to be enjoying the company, often being asked about her studies and hobbies. When she wasn’t talking I could hear her humming along to the music and tapping her fingers on my leg in the rhythm of whatever was on. I passed her some pizza and fruit to eat, which she accepted with a massive smile on her face.

Mikey ended up falling asleep curled up on the floor while Chifuyu was arguing with Draken about who bought pizza the last time we had a gathering like this one.

“DID YOU JUST BLUE SHELL ME YUNA I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING HOLY-” Chifuyu was getting frustrated at nearly winning at Mario Kart - again.

Yuna just playfully chuckled and continued playing, Draken taking the opportunity to speed past him and win the race, sharing a conspiratorial smirk with Yuna.

“That’ll teach you not to knock me into the mud next time.” She replied, smacking him on the arm.

I took the controller from his hands and started a new race, ready to obliterate everyone involved.

It was late by the time the guys left, but I wasn’t tired in the slightest. Yuna’s face was blushed from everyone complimenting her and being really nice and genuine with her, as they should’ve been. She helped Chifuyu clean up the plates and glasses and I accompanied her to the bathroom to brush our teeth and for her to remove her makeup.

“I’ve been thinking…” She started.

“Oh no, what about?”

“Kei I’m serious. I’ve had a really good time tonight. Everyone seemed so genuine and friendly.”

“They can be, yeah. That’s why I’ve been friends with them for the past, uhhh, I want to say around ten years, give or take.”

“I want to be your girlfriend, Kei.”

I stood there, completely shocked, with the toothbrush forgotten in my mouth, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her lips were stretched into a smile, toothbrush still in her mouth, and all I could think about was how I wanted this moment to last forever in its glorious bliss. I quickly spat the toothpaste out and rinsed my mouth, grabbed her hips and spun her around to face me

“You’re sure? I don’t want you to rush your decision just for my sake.”

“I wasn’t planning on rushing it, dumbass, it just feels right.”

I let my hands roam up and down her hips while she finished brushing her teeth and immediately pulled her in for a deep kiss. For the first time as a couple. I picked her up, causing her to break out into a fit of giggles and wrap her legs around my waist, and carried her into my bedroom, walking past Chifuyu, who was still sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone.

“Hey Yuna, maybe we-”

I cut him off before he could stop us, “Not now, pal, my girlfriend and I are a bit busy at the moment.”

“Girlfriend?! Congrats bro!” He returned to his phone, grinning, no doubt alerting the group chat.

As soon as I shut the bedroom door and dropped her on my bed I began undressing, Yuna giggled trying to take her t-shirt off,

“‘My girlfriend and I are a bit busy’ I love the sound of that, mister boyfriend Baji Keisuke.”

I put my hair up into a ponytail and hungrily began kissing up her legs to where her panties started.

“Shhh I’m busy kissing my girlfriend,” I murmured between the kisses, “my beautiful girlfriend,” I nipped at her panties and rolled them down to her ankles, “my gorgeous girlfriend that I’ve somehow managed to pull,” with one hand I held her hips down while the other went to her clit to softly rub it, “my perfect girlfriend who’s going to be so good for me right now and tell me how she wants to cum, hm?”

I looked up at her and, holy shit, her face was already scrunched up in pleasure, her mouth slightly open, her breaths coming out in sharp puffs. One of my fingers was sucked into her needy hole, curling upwards to press on her sensitive spot. She whined at the sensation, squirming under my hand.

“I asked you something, Yuna. How do you want to cum?”

She half-opened her eyes and with a strained voice slurred, “On your fingers, please, Kei.”

How could I not oblige when she asked so nicely?

I inserted another finger into her, attaching my lips to her clit and slowly swirling my tongue around it, drawing sinful moans out of her mouth. She grabbed my hair to bring me even closer to her and I could feel her soft walls tightening around my fingers.

Yuna let out a cry and her juices coated my fingers, I just couldn’t help but lick them clean, before squeezing her thighs and pressing kisses along them, biting to leave marks behind. Making my way up to her, she ran her hands all over my body, admiring me with glassy eyes and hair all over my pillow and her face.

I hoped she wouldn’t mind a little bit of roughness, seeing her spayed out on the bed like that, with her eyes closed, hair sticking to her forehead, made me feel like a wild animal. Like I could bite her flesh forever, leave little reminders of myself on her thighs and hips, which is exactly what I did. She mewled in pleasure whenever I started biting a new bruise into her soft skin.

“Kei it’s s’good,” she was already slurring.

I pulled away and pressed her legs together in the air in front of me, placing my painfully hard erection between her thighs.

“Hope you don’t mind waiting a little more before I fuck you.”

She whined in response as I started pumping my cock through her thighs. Her soft, plush skin felt heavenly on my wanting erection, it grazed her pussy with each thrust, and soon enough I was keeping a steady pace. Her face was flush in frustration, her hips lifting to get more friction on her puffy clit, little whines falling from her lips as she couldn’t get what she was after.

When I was close to finishing I dropped her legs, knees falling towards her chest, and leaned down to grip her lips into a deep kiss. She smelled like freshly squeezed oranges, refreshing my mind as I breathed in her scent. Yuna’s hands roamed across my back and settled in my hair, scratching my scalp, in turn making me shiver with the sensation.

I aligned my cock with her dripping core and dragged it along her soft, puffy folds to make her sigh in frustration one more time before I sunk into her warm, spongy walls.

The noise that came out when I fully sheathed my length into her was something I would be chasing for the rest of my life. A long, sinful moan of anticipated reward that was finally here after all the teasing.

“She’s sucking me in so well, so obsessed with me,” I couldn’t help but tease as her pussy clenched around my dick with every thrust.

Yuna looked up at me, glaring, and managed to bite out,

“Maybe she was feeling ignored while you were playing with my thighs instead!”

So cute while she was angry.

“Don’t be a hater, Yuna, or next time I’ll only fuck your thighs and make you beg for attention to your cunt.”

That shut her up and made her roll her eyes, her attitude was immediately cut short when I slammed my hips into hers and made her gasp louder than before. I chuckled and pressed a kiss onto her lips, licking her bottom lip, before pushing myself up and pressing her legs as far to her chest as she could handle, getting a better angle to thrust into her deeper than before.

She cried out in pleasure when I picked up the pace, my mouth couldn’t contain grunts as her warm walls drew me in and clenched around me - with my name on her lips she came and a ring of white formed around my base. Her orgasm only made me more feral, slamming into her drenched pussy with a ferocity I hadn’t used before, as her moans turned more and more desperate, borderline pornographic.

“Kei please slow-fuck-down ‘s ah too much!” She was half-slurring her words, eyes shut, mouth open in ecstasy. I slowed down for a few thrusts to oblige.

“Overwhelmed?” I asked her, to which she only nodded lightly.

With a grin I slammed into her harder, still not speeding up, but she didn’t say anything about roughness. I grabbed her legs and hugged them tightly, resting her calves on my shoulders. I lazily dragged my cock in and out of her, barely putting in any effort, waiting for her to beg me to speed up again.

I didn’t have to wait long, but this pace made me feel so needy, I wanted to pound into her like it was my last night on earth, I wanted to make her scream my name so loudly that there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind about who was making her see stars.

When she finally spoke again my cock twitched inside of her with excitement.

“Kei baby faster please,” She whined and I had half a mind to jump on the request, but the other part of me wanted to make her beg.

“You sure you can take it, sweetheart?”

“I want it, please.”

“How much?”

“Mmm-what?”

“How much do you want it?” I wanted to watch her squirm with want.

“I need it. I need you, Keisuke. I need your cock deep and fast,” her eyes were glistening, “please.”

With that I doubled my thrusts, her moans immediately rising in pitch. Her fucked-out face scrunching up while her mouth hung open, lewd moans slipping past her soft lips. I wanted to kiss them, but this position was just too good to stop. I grunted with my quick movements while her toes curled on each side of my neck. The next best thing to do was to kiss her ankles, making her chuckle mid-moan.

“Kei ‘m sooooo close don’t-fuck-don’t stop!” Yuna was gasping for air at this point and I was almost at my tipping point, desperate to spill inside of her.

I reached down to smack her ass and draw out another whine from her mouth, she was trying to say my name again, but all that came out was a long moan as her walls contracted around my dick once more, releasing another orgasm and making her spasm in front of me.

That was enough to milk my cock of everything I had in me, long ropes of cum spurted on her walls and I slowed down to ride it out with her. I slowly pulled out, some of our cum very lazily leaking out of her abused hole. With a kiss to her swollen clit, I gently pushed her up to the pillows and went to the bathroom to get her a warm towel while trying to ignore Chifuyu’s protesting about my walking out of my bedroom naked.

After cleaning her up (gently, trying to shush her overstimulated whines), I lay in bed next to her and drew her closer into my chest. She released a happy humming sound and almost immediately started snoring. I could definitely get used to this, I whispered into the back of her head,

“You’ll be the death of me, sweetheart, I feel like I’m falling in love.”

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goldenempyrean · 9 months

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A Quiet Day In

〚 Day 3 - "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?" 〛

〚 Pairing - Kara Danvers x Reader〛

〚 Summary - You and Kara share a quiet day at home. 〛

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“I’m home.” The sound of your wife’s voice called out from the entranceway followed by the swift clicking of front door closing. Kara sighed as she finally kicked off her heavy boots, today was exhausting

“Welcome home babe.” You called lovingly from the small home office the pair of you shared, “Is that the door I just heard, how come you didn’t just use the balcony?”

It was a reasonable question. With Kara being Supergirl and all it made sense - it was faster after all.

“Yeah… flying isn’t really on the table right now.” She mumbled as she shuffled into the living room, flopping down into the comforting touch of the soft couch.

Wait? No flying? That caught your attention. You frowned as you closed the drawer, you’d been previously reorganising and came out to the living room, “What do you mean? What happened?” You asked, worry and concern seeping into your words at the sight of your obviously tuckered-out wife.

You came to sit down beside her, a much-welcomed action by the blonde who laid her head against you as she sank into your arms, “Stupid alien had kryptonite weapons, they got me pretty good.” She mumbled.

Ah. Now it made sense. Kryptonite was the one thing her otherwise invincible body crumbled to. “Then I went to walk home but this suit is freezing and the only ‘normal clothes’ I had was that stupid work dress, so I changed into that and then my legs hurt from walking because my stupid powers are basically useless right now so then I had to carpool here with random uber strangers.” Kara whined as she finished her ranting all-while you were running your hand down her arm comfortingly.

“I’m sorry Kar’ that sounds like it sucks. Did the DEO say when your powers will be back at full…er.. power?” You asked, struggling to find the correct wording. 

She shook her head against you, “Alex said possibly a few days, but they don’t know because it was ‘high potency’ whatever that means.” She finished with a wide yawn, another obvious sigh of her fatigue.

It was rare for Kara to be in such a vulnerable state, and you couldn’t help but feel protective of her. “Alright then, how about we call it a night. I mean it's pretty late anyway and you could use some sleep darling.” You offered, extending both hands to help her up.

Once inside the bedroom, you helped Kara remove her suit, carefully unzipping it and peeling it off her tired body. She sighed in relief as the restrictive fabric was removed, her muscles finally able to relax. You fetched a pair of comfortable pyjamas for her and handed them over, watching as she changed with a grateful smile.

As she settled into bed, you made sure to pull the covers snuggly over her and tucked her in gently. She nestled into the pillows, closing her eyes wearily as you leant down and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before climbing in right beside her.

You gently stroked her back, soothing her with your touch, as she drifted off to sleep. The events of the day, the pain and exhaustion, were temporarily forgotten in the safety of your love and care.

The next morning, Kara slowly opened her eyes, feeling groggy and disoriented. Her head throbbed with a dull ache, and her nose felt stuffy. You woke a few minutes later up to the sound of soft sneezes coming from beside you. Gently opening your eyes, you turned to see Kara sitting up in bed, her nose slightly red and her hand holding a crumpled-up tissue.

"Goodmorning and bless you," you mumbled sleepily as you slowly woke up and you reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Do your powers feeling like they’re getting stronger now you’ve slept?”

Kara sniffled and shrugged, her voice sounding audibly congested. "Not really and I think I'm catching a cold on top of everything else."

“What happened to your phenomenal immune system, hm?” You asked curiously, the only time you’d ever seen Kara sick was years ago back when she was assistant to Cat Grant so seeing her all red-cheeked and sniffly wasn’t something you were used to.

Your wife groaned as she sank back down into bed and sniffled into her pillow, “Well without my powers at full capacity my immune system has the strength of a dying battery.” 

“Well then, if you powers need a little boost do you think it’d be a good idea to go to the DEO and sit with their solar lamps for a bit, see if that recharges them? Alex will probably know how to take care of you a little better there too.” 

To your surprise though Kara shook her head and instead curled up into you, prompting you to take her into your arms, not caring as she sniffled against your neck. “I don’t want to go to DEO today.” She mumbled, her voice muffled from the way she refused to lift her head from your body, “I just wanna be with you, no agents, Alex or J’onn fussing.” Her voice hitched off as she turned away from you to sneeze and the small adorable noise of annoyance she made afterwards made your heart melt a little. How could she be so cute?

“So, you just want a quiet day in then?” You murmured, receiving a subtle nod in return, “Well then, I think we can manage that.”

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percybeloved · 11 months

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"just bullshit"

steve harrington x male! reader

contains- angst, fluff, me gushing over hot man thighs

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he stood there, all pretty as he handled a customer. his shorts slightly rode up, showing his muscular thighs. theres no limit to the amount of money that m/n would pay to be sandwiched inbetween them. he stared at steve from his table. watched as he would flirt with all the women who came in. its almost as if he was TRYING to make m/n jealous.

m/n went to school with steve. even then, he watched him almost 24/7. he watched him when he was in chem. he watched him as he dribbled the basketball across the court as gracefully as one could. steve harrington was perfect. he had no flaws to m/n. minus one. he was too flirtatious. he had everyone wrapped around his finger.

m/n was desperate to be the only one in steve's eyes. but he hasn't even looked at him since THAT night. sighing in defeat, m/n put his head down in his arms. after awhile of suffering in his own self pity, he felt someone tap his shoulder. he look up as robin took the seat in front of him.

"soooo..." she said as she placed her chin in the palm of her hand. "so what?" m/n asked while mimicking her movement. "so when are you going to talk to him again?" m/n looked away. robin must've caught him staring. "never. isn't he with that nancy wheeler chick still?" robin cocks a eyebrow and leans back, folding their arms in the process.

"m/n, you know they broke up awhile ago. hes over her" robin was right. m/n knew that nancy was with jonathan. he'd been living with the byers for awhile now. they were his foster family. he was there when will went missing. when steve, jonathan and nancy tried to kill the demogorgon. when all that pure bullshit kept biting them in the ass. it wasn't fair that even after all that, steve wouldn't even look at him.

it wouldn't matter anyways. steve probably had a crush on robin or one of those chicks that he flirts with. m/n looked up at robin. it wouldn't be fair to hate robin because of steve's stupid little crush. either way, robin couldn't return those feelings. m/n grabbed her hands and gave her a smile. he gave her a small thank you before getting up to leave.

he made his way to the parking lot and jumped into his car. he still had a few hours before will got bored of hanging at the mall and wanted to go back home. m/n reached into his pocket and pulled out a tin container. this would be a perfect time to light up before taking the car to get a quick wash and vacuum.

he put the blunt to him mouth, lit it up and slowly inhaled. m/n sat there for about 10 minutes, just smoking in pure bliss. he was at peace before he heard a knock on his window. he opened his eyes to see steve harrington. "fuck" he whispered underneath his breath.

m/n gestured for steve to back up as he opened his car door. "whats up, harrington?" he turned and let his feet hit the ground. "don't you dare 'whats up, harrington' me, m/n" he had basically growled towards the other man. "just tell me what you want, steve" he put the blunt against his lips and breathed in again.

"why have you been ignoring me? i saw you at my job today" steve put his hands in his jacket pockets. he was still wearing those shorts that barely covered his thighs. m/n looked at his thighs before going up to his face. he was almost red with frustration, and it was obvious. "can you please just answer me?" steve was begging at the point for answer.

"you left me that night. i thought you didn't want anything to do with me" their eyes met at that moment. "baby, im sorry" there were tears in his eyes. "i didn't mean to leave you that night. i really didn't. i was just scared" m/n grabbed his waist and brought him closer. "scared of what? getting caught" he started to rub circles on his sides.

"i was just scared that it was all just bullshit" m/n stood up and leaned against his car. he pulled steve into his arms and held him. m/n let steve cry. he felt like a child again, simply just crying because he couldn't get his way. but after all that, he deserved to be happy. steve harrington deserved to be happy with m/n and m/n only.

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iamskadhi · 18 days

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Story of a villain - Part 2

Hi, Dabi stans, here is the translation of the second part of my fanfiction (it isn't posted anywhere else, btw)

In case you haven't read or want to read the Part 1 of Story of a villan.

As I mentioned before, it is written from a male POV (Dabi's POV), it has a explicit smut parts, includes a little self-loathing, original characters (but the female lead doesn't have a name so you can pretend it's you)

I decided to use the word "part" instead of "chapter" because I actually merged a lot of small chapters I've written before, I'm trying to make it fit in 3 parts so this is the middle of the whole thing and I'm going to say that is so satisfying to write a love story this way, I've never done this before and I highly recomend it now.

The first part has +7000 words and this part has +8000 words, there are no big descriptions of places or time because I tried to write it as a light novel, feel free to send me messages to correct my gramar or if you have any comment about the times not making sense or anything else.

Anyway, I hope you like it.

PART 2

Slowly, we became more than what we were already: a chosen family. Together we found an apartment – smaller than her former place, but nicely located – and for almost a month, I managed to kill most of my old habits, but it costed me, the old me was screaming in the back of my mind next to my thirteen-year-old corpse.

Some nights, we talked about the future before sleeping and I noticed the way she smoothed the ground, patiently helping me to feel safe and at home; she had no idea my home is wherever she is.

Then, I got a job under a fake name. I went from drug dealing in dark alleys to torturing people and now I was a security guard at a downtown club known as Beanie and One Day.

“You’re sketchy as fuck” said the manager, a mid-forty man named Tanaka Haru, “can you throw jerks out the door?”

“I’m not that strong”, I admitted.

He doubted, but I got the job. I got the name, the place, the girl; but it wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t satisfied at all; and only to make things worse, her mother came to our place one morning after my babe went to work, she looked around and tried to bribe me to leave her daughter alone.

“I love your daughter,” I told her clearly.

“You’re ruining her life!” she accused me. “I talked to her father and if you don’t get out of her life for good, he’ll remove her from the company”

I grinned and she looked at me as if I was crazy.

“You wouldn’t. You care too much about what other people thinks”

“Oh, believe me, we would and we will take her out of the country after that, so don’t get too comfortable in this dumpster you brought her to live with you. Take the money, you clearly need it if this is the best you can get” she disappeared — she had a teleportation quirk too.

I looked out the window, a black car that was park outside started up and fled immediately; that was probably hers. I wanted to burn the card and money she left, but I let it there, kept the card in my pocket.

When my babe came home, I noticed she was upset too.

“Wanna eat outside?” she asked me.

As we walked, she started to point out all of the benefits of the new place, it made me sad how hard she was trying to convince herself she was okay without all of her privileges.

I couldn’t keep it in anymore:

“Your mom visited” She stopped walking, so I stood there too, “Did you talked to your father today?”

“What did she say?”

Something horrible was going on inside her head, it was obvious, I showed her the card.

“She offered money to separate us”, I burned it “She said you were supposed to go to your parent’s house that night, but I guess you knew that already.”

“I finally got you” she said, “I got you, I can’t be the one who leaves. I started over, I’m adapting”

“No, you’re not”

“Yes, I am!” she looked at me, her gaze was reddish, irritated, I sighed.

“Did you cry today, baby?”

“Don’t treat me like a kid!” she ran her hands through her hair in exasperation.

“I’m not doing that, I see it in your eyes.”

She swore she was fine, but it wasn’t true. After eating, we took the long way home, as we walked in the building her mother’s words resonated in my mind: “you’re ruining her life”.

My babe smiled at me when we entered, put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, I closed the door behind us… and clothes started falling on the floor.

If she could smile like that and still embrace me as tenderly as she just did, how could I still believe that her mother was right? I totally screwed her and she was happy with it.

“You still haven’t got your period, you should get tested,” I suggested her when we were done.

“Are you worried?” she put on my shirt.

“I don’t wanna be like our parents”

“Me neither, but it’s too soon to know”

It was killing me and I wondered how she managed to keep it cool and if she even wanted to have kids. I never asked, we never talked about it, I assumed it was off the table.

My heart ached just thinking about it.

Doing a regular job was way boring than I thought it would be, but it helped get my mind distracted; at the end of the shift, the bartender –a mid-thirty man named Haruma— would serve some drinks and the manager pointed out all the things that should be improved.

“You’re new” I heard a soft voice behind me, a girl’s voice, one of the girls that dance around the place to keep a fun mood sat next to me.

“Hey, Momo, I didn’t see you tonight” Haruma smiled at her, brought another glass for her.

“I kept sober tonight, there are less jerks lately,” she said looking at me.

“Thanks to the new guy!” the manager put his thumbs up for me.

“I suspected it”, she smiled “I’ve been watching you, you got a big reputation”

“He does?” Haruma asked. I tensed.

“Yeah, girl’s notice his cute face and whisper about his scars, how did you get them?”

She pissed me, but the bartender was paying attention.

“Did it myself”

“How?” she wanted to know.

“That’s none of your business”

“I heard you got a fire quirk, Miura” Haruma was too amicable for his own good.

“Really?” Momo giggled. I just nodded and she put her hand on my arm. “I got a water quirk”

I pulled my arm away and jump up the chair immediately; she literally watered me and soaked my jacket sleeve.

“The fuck’s wrong with you?!”

She laughed and grinned.

“I guess we’re not compatible”

I could see that she was insane and I shouldn’t even look at her but she annoyed me.

“Momo, are you okay?!” the manager yelled from the other side of the club.

“That was uncalled for, Momo” the bartender reprimanded her, “Don’t take it bad, Miura, she’s not good socializing, that’s all”

“Put a sign on her next time!” I exclaimed.

“Oh, I can’t wait for the next time” she giggled.

“Don’t be rude” Haruma reproached her again.

I just left. It was still dark; when I got home, my babe was sleeping. We spent little to no time together since I got this job; I took a shower before getting into bed with her and she opened her beautiful sparkly eyes as I laid next to her.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered “Didn’t mean to wake you up”

“How was your night?”

“It was fine”

“Good” she mumbled and closed her eyes again. I tucked her hair behind her ear and she sighed, “You smell nice”

I cuddled her and fell asleep in a minute.

The smell of something very delicious woke me up, I went to the kitchen and saw Hana.

“I’m sorry, were we being too loud?” my babe asked. I shook my head, still sleepy.

“It was the bacon, right? Come, sit” Hana was cooking. “I like your new apartment, it’s close to where I live so I thought I could come and eat breakfast together, I didn’t mean to disturb. It’s nice to see you’ve taken care of your skin” she walked to me and analyzed my face, “but I see a couple of dots near under your eyes, they don’t look like moles”

“It’s nothing,” I said and she left it.

I ate in silence and went back to bed, but I could still hear them talk:

“Did you tell him?” Hana asked.

“No, he won’t take it well”

“You should tell him, though”

I swallowed the bad feeling and slept, but I didn’t rest well.

“What could it be?” I thought before falling asleep, “Did she get tested?”

It clicked my mind: she was pregnant, it was obvious and expected —not “we wanted this” type of expected, but “it had to happen” type. I cooked dinner and waited for her.

Time passed slowly, I called her and she didn’t answer; it’s something that never happens.

“Where are you?” Sent.

A few minutes later, she was writing.

“With Hana” Read.

“At the hospital?” Sent.

“At her place” Read.

I had a bad feeling.

“You OK?” Sent.

“Of course, my love. See you later” Read.

I wasn’t gonna let it slide. I had Hana’s phone number; I just never sent her a text or called her before. No, I did when they were in high school— I thought and called her:

“Hi, hi” she answered.

“Hi, are you having dinner or something?” I asked.

“Who’s this?” she asked, “Oh, Dabi, hi, why do you ask me that?”

I swallowed my saliva as I realized.

“You’re not together”

“I feel like I missed something, I’m sorry, I’m at ER right now and you called me out of the blue…”

“What were you talking about this morning?” I wanted to know.

“This morning? You were there”

“When I left you two alone, that one thing I won’t take well”

There was a brief silence.

“I’m gonna tell you, but act like you don’t know, okay?”

“Why?”

“It’s not that bad. You know the way her parents are and she had to do this, believe me, she didn’t have a choice, well she did but the other choice was something totally irrational and…”

“Spill it, Hana”

“They set her a date with some wealthy prick, she already knows him from college and he’s an idiot, she had to go, trust me, trust her, she’ll just go to dinner with him tonight and it’s done, please don’t freak out”

“Where?”

“I don’t know” she mumbled, “I swear. She mentioned it but I’ve never been there, it’s new and stylish, the kind of place her mom adores; I just know it opened this week”

That was the only clue I needed.

“Do you know when they’re supposed to meet?”

“Please just let it slide, they must be there already, she’ll be home real soon”

“Thanks” I hung up. I had to see the wealthy prick.

If they met in college I had someone in mind, I hated thinking about it. Searched online for newly opened restaurants and went straight to the one that looked more stupidly pompous.

It had big fucking crystal doors but no windows, I had to go in; the host welcomed me with a fake smile:

“I’m sorry. We have a dress code, sir”

I ignored her and walked in, looking around, she followed me, heard some gasps and I saw them. I fucking saw the same asshole that used to stalk her back in college and felt the anger heating inside my chest.

A waiter addressed me: “I’m sorry, gentleman, but you have to respect…”

“Who’s manning that table?” I pointed them.

“I’m sorry again; I can’t give you that info…”

I walked to them, she hadn’t see me but I stopped when she stood up and spilled her wine on his face. He got up too, a waiter jumped in offering a napkin and I hurried to the table.

“You’re still the same immature little girl, I see” the prick said walking towards her, I reached him just in time, put my hand on his shoulder.

“Long time no see, fucking loser”

She widened her eyes surprised; she really didn’t noticed I was there until now.

“Who the fuck are you?” he looked at me confused; I grinned and let a little blue blaze out my hand on his shoulder.

“You forgot about me? That’s sad, I remember you perfectly, fucking asshole”

He squealed like a little bitch, I perfectly saw in his eyes when he remembered; she jumped in and pushed me back.

“Dabi, let’s go” she said while pushing me “Let’s go, let’s go”

I let go of his shoulder and stepped back, grinning like a devil, mad as fuck:

“Damn, you’re lucky we’re at a fancy place!”

“Please, let’s go!” she took my hand and pulled me, we rushed out of the restaurant, when we were outside I confronted her:

“Why did you do this?”

“Why did you do that?!” she reproached me.

“No, there’s no possible way you can turn this on me, what the fuck happened?”

She looked at me as if she was completely out of her mind before turning her back on me, and walked away.

“Where the fuck are you going?” I followed her.

“Home! I need to change!”

“You need to explain!”

“No! How did you find out?” she bawled, “Why are you here? Why…?”

I reached her hand and stopped her, people walked around but I had to see her face; she was turning red but she wasn’t crying.

“What would you have done if I hadn’t been there?” I asked calmly.

“I would’ve teleported out of there,” she said, but I know she wouldn’t have done that. “I would’ve go home, like I’m trying to do now” she hugged herself.

She was gorgeous; wearing a red dress and her hair up, she looked like a movie star or a model. I really wanted to fight for this, but I also wanted to take her home and make love to her fully dressed like that.

“You asked Hana, didn’t you?” she looked at me, still upset, and I nodded.

“Let’s go home,” I said, put my arm around her waist and walked with her.

“Yeah, I really wanna change” she mumbled.

“No, keep it” I said with a smirk and I saw her smiling too.

“Wanna take shortcuts?” she asked and pulled me to the first dark alley we saw.

Teleporting with her was like jumping, except you don’t feel the fall; she wrapped her arms around me. When I first met her she could teleport in a radio of fifty meters —she was awesome–, by now she can do over a kilometer, maybe two.

We’ve done this before and I trusted her, but it still made my legs wiggle, she kissed me with each jump, avoiding street lights, avoiding CCTVs, when we were near the building, she stopped and I felt my legs wiggling like jelly.

She mocked me but I didn’t mind; we ran to the apartment like kids running home after school, this was the kind of things that made me fall for her despite… everything. When I’m with her, the rest of the world vanishes.

We made out in the elevator and barely managed to open the door in-between all the kissing, laughing and touching. We were role-playing and she was being incredibly clumsy.

“Oh no, mister robber, please don’t hurt me with your giant… tool.”

We laughed. She was doing it on purpose, no matter how serious I tried to be, she was faking a voice, she had to be a dummy.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you but the only valuable thing in this place is me”

I gazed her body up and down. What a woman, I thought and I took my jacket off.

“So what would you do if I went to touch you now?” I aimed to touch her waist and she stepped back grinning, very professional. I bit my lip.

“Oh no, please, my husband will be back soon!” she exclaimed.

“Then I gotta hurry” I touched her arm and she teleported us to the bed, I wasn’t expecting it but kept it cool and took my shirt off, I felt her hands going up touching my abdomen, “Stay in character, honey”

“Shit, nooo, mister robber, what are you doing to me?” she said as I took her underwear down her legs.

“Enough is enough!” I couldn’t keep it together anymore, kissed her deeply, suck her tongue into my mouth while putting two fingers inside her, and massaged her clitoris with my thumb. The red dress was almost as soft as her skin.

She moaned and undid the button of my jeans. I wanted to scold her for being so bad at role-playing but it could wait ‘till morning. We had a rope in the nightstand for this kind of situations; I tied her wrists together and let my jeans fall down.

She looked at me with thirsty eyes as I put on a condom and let a sigh out when I dived deep inside her; I kept a hand down on her hips and covered her mouth with the other while licking and sucking her precious neck all the way from her collarbone to her ear.

Soon, I forgot about the role-play too, kissing her deeply while she clawed her fingers on my hips and pulled me in desperately as I pulled out; she already wanted to come. I pulled out and turned her on her stomach, she lift her ass and I dived into her again while playing with her clitoris.

She buried her face on the pillow and I left my weight fall a little on her, put my ear on her scapula and felt her taking long deep breaths. I felt her loose strength as she was coming done. I pulled out, still hard as fuck, to allow her to turn around.

“I think we ripped the dress” she sighed.

“Shit, I loved this dress”

“I could tell how much you loved it” she said when I untied her wrists and checked the hour. “If you’re getting late, let’s make it worth”

She gave me that smile she has when she’s expecting another round.

That night my pay was deducted a thirty percent, but I was so satisfied that it could’ve been completely deducted and I wouldn’t mind.

The next few days felt like a honeymoon, not only because the sex, everything was suddenly working out. I spent so many years thinking I would never fit into a normal lifestyle, obsessed about heroes and becoming the best of them... Or maybe I’m very printable, I thought.

I was obsessed with the hero’s path because my father was a hero himself. He is still a hero. Now I was living with someone that always lived a regular life and I could live like that only because of her.

“Did you ever think about becoming a hero?” I asked her. She looked at me, confused.

“We’ve had this talk before”

I remembered the first time that I saw her, she was training her quirk behind her parent’s back. She was too mad at them because her life was made since the day she was born, she didn’t have siblings like me because her mother hated being pregnant, therefore she had no voice in their house. Training her quirk at a crack house was her only rebellious phase.

That and dating me.

“How could you fall for me?” I asked.

She laughed.

“Remember that day I jumped off the roof and you screamed you loved me? You already knew I can teleport anywhere, anytime, but you were so desperate thinking I was trying to kill myself. We were messed up kids who taught ourselves how to live, how could we ever just be friends?”

That was an embarrassing memory, I really believed she was done with her life and her parent’s expectations and I ran upstairs to that roof. She jumped before my eyes and my hands couldn’t reach her, of course I was desperate and I screamed.

“You were so cute” she sipped her cup of coffee with an annoying grin.

“If you’re pregnant I’m telling that story someday”

She stared at me, blushing until her face turned all red.

“You manipulated me” I said and she laughed.

“Maybe I did” she admitted. “I liked you but I never thought you loved me”

On my day off, I went to the mall attempting to buy a coffeemaker like the one my babe had before, but of course, I couldn’t afford the exact same machine so I had to buy the next best option.

I was waiting in line to pay, when I notice the woman in front of me had white hair with red stripes. It’s not possible, I thought, chill – but I couldn’t resist myself and tried to look at her face. She noticed and looked back.

“I’m sorry” she said immediately when she made eye contact - took me by surprise, “are you in a hurry? My cart’s full, you can pass before me” she offered politely.

“I’m good” I said. That was definitely my sister.

“Okay” she said and she looked at me timidly, it made me wonder…

“What’s the matter?”

If maybe, she did recognize me.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to stare at you like that” she stuttered. “It’s just…” she looked at my black hair “that you look like someone that I miss”

She’s lying, I thought and swallowed my saliva nervously, stay calm, stay calm.

“What?” I asked.

Don’t fuck things up, do it for her.

“Someone that I knew, I meant someone that I knew,” she lied, “I’m sorry, I felt nostalgic for a moment, you can go before me, seriously,” she offered again.

“Fine” I said as I walked by her side, “thanks”

“You’re welcome” she smiled.

Not only my hair or my piercings, my voice is different, I thought, but she knows. I looked over my shoulder and she smiled.

Or maybe I’m losing my grip again. Forget it, forget them.

Back home, I questioned myself if I should place the coffeemaker as if it has always been here or if I should’ve wrapped it with a bow and all.

I called Hana and she laughed at me.

“I’m sorry, that’s so cute. I think you should place it there and count the minutes, we can make a bet about how long it will take her to notice”

“She’s a caffeine maniac, she’ll notice immediately”

“Na-uh, it’ll take her like ten minutes at least, pregnancy makes woman very absent-minded. I can see her using the French press and then…”

“What?”

“What?” she shut the fuck up.

“That thing you said about pregnancy”

There was a brief silence and she said nervously:

“Oh no! A car crashed somewhere and I need to go, bye”

I stayed standing like an idiot for a couple of minutes, staring at the coffeemaker. It wasn’t like I didn’t suspected it or I didn’t know, but the fact that Hana knew her period was late and seemed to have confirmed she was pregnant didn’t sit well.

I felt betrayed.

Searched online everything about pregnancy symptoms, I also felt curious about what to do with a newborn, I read everything I found and it was so much to handle, I felt the urge to throw up.

“I can’t do this” I said to myself while scrolling down my phone’s screen. I remembered my father. “I won’t be like him”

Rage filled in. I tried to picture it: the baby, a real baby.

What if they have my quirk?

What if they have my weakness?

I felt the urge to leave.

If they don’t have a quirk, it’d be fine.

If they have my babe’s quirk, it’d be fine.

My mind was tricking me, asphyxiating me.

I put my phone on the table and left the apartment, walked around the building, then wandered further and faster; almost running.

I saw a couple of those stupid heroes on the other side of street.

What if they want to be a hero?

I couldn’t take it anymore. I stopped walking.

“My love?” I heard her voice, but couldn’t see her. “Dabi. What are you doing here?”

I looked around, everything was numb and she appeared before me. Perfectly normal, glowing eyes looking in mine, she took my hand and intertwined our fingers.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Tell me”

She was like gravity, bringing me back down to the cold hard ground.

I can’t fuck this up, I thought. I pulled her closer to me and whispered in her ear:

“I missed you”

“I’ve got something to tell you” she whispered back.

“I’ve got a gift for you”

She smiled.

On the way home, I told her about my little trip to the mall, she listened careful; she could be strange and mad, but she always understood when it comes to me – to my family’s mess. Even though we were raised in completely different types of asylums.

“Welcome home, cheater” I said when we were walking inside the apartment, she looked at me as if I was crazy.

“What?” she asked.

“Hana told me” I crossed my arms trying to look dead serious “Is she the father?”

She realized and burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked her, she was holding her stomach and covering her mouth but couldn’t hold it in.

“I’m so-I’m sorry” she laughed and laughed, completely out of control, “I was gonna get so angry if you were accusing me for real of cheating. You can be so dramatic sometimes, I love you”

“When where you gonna tell me?” I wanted to know.

“Well, you know, I was gonna walk in with a baby one day and…” I stared at her, I was done with the jokes and she saw it in my face “My love, I just found out, I swear”

“When?”

“Hana took the blood sample and she sent me a message with the results this morning, I promise you I was gonna tell you at dinner”

I gasped for air and pointed at the box in the kitchen.

“Oh my God, Dabi!” she covered her mouth and jumped in excitement like a kid, “thank you, thank you, thank you!” she hugged me before unpacking it.

She looked so happy. Then, I remember what I read about caffeine during pregnancy and tried to take it away.

“I’m returning it” I said.

“What?!”

“Caffeine isn’t good for the baby” I lifted the coffee machine when she tried to take it back from my hands, “You’re gonna settle with a cup per day from now on”

“HELL NO!”

She turned into a demon in order to take over the coffeemaker again. What did I just get into?, I thought as I found myself losing a battle to her for the first time in forever. I sat out the door in the hallway during thirty minutes until she forgave me for trying to do things right.

A week passed but I felt frozen in time, she made an appointment for an echography and I knew I had to go, I said I would, but I missed it. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t showed me anything, as if it didn’t happen.

I could feel when I’d come back from work, every time I laid in bed next to her she’d wake up and stare at me. I felt the silent pressure of her gaze and for a fortnight, there we were acting indifferent to each other. No sex, no fights, no talking.

One night after work, I was with the bartender, killing time, when our boss joined us:

“So… ho-how are you?” he asked me directly.

“Fine”

“I’ve been thinking the same thing” Haruma said, “but he doesn’t open up no matter how much whiskey I put…”

“Whiskey?” Tanaka gave him a look, discontent, tired and sighed making a sign to pour a glass for him before turning back to me “Anyway, you’ve done a decent job but lately, you’re scaring the clients – real clients, not just your target clients, it’s not good for the business”

Maybe they can relate, I thought, maybe I should let a wall down.

Our boss was expecting me to say something and Haruma was really bad at pretending he wasn’t into the conversation.

“Do you… have children?” I asked in a very low tone.

“Fuck no” the manager puffed.

“No, no, no, no” Haruma shook his head frenetically, then he asked with a childish smile “Is your girlfriend pregnant?”

I didn’t answer.

“Kids are cool, I dated a single mom once,” he continued.

“Hey, don’t say weird things” Tanaka scolded him.

“But it’s true! She was older…” Haruma started a narrative but he was too into himself that he didn’t notice no one was paying attention.

“Now I understand” my boss seemed concerned, “How do you feel about it? Shock? Sad? Wanna go and buy cigarettes?”

I looked down, he was seeing right through me.

“I should give her a call” Haruma finished his story with a longing sigh. “Hey is it true woman turn lustful when they’re pregnant?”

I gave him a cold stare and he made a face, realizing he fucked up.

“I’ve seen you picking up girls almost every night, how come you haven’t gotten anyone pregnant?” I asked him and the manager scolded him again, attempting to hit him from across the table.

“I’ve told you to stop a fucking thousand times, that’s why they never come back! You fucking piece of shit!”

“Dabi, how could you?” Haruma avoided every hit like he was used to this.

“And ain’t you married?” I addressed Tanaka, he had a wedding ring on his finger.

“Yes, to a man” he said resolute.

“I’m sorry we can’t advise you, Dabi”

“You’re on your own, kid” the manager patted my shoulder while pouring some more whiskey for himself.

“But I’m curious about something” Haruma put his face on his hand, awkwardly close to mine. “Are you in love?”

His breath hit my nose; the manager sighed and I couldn’t shut up: “I am madly in love, I cannot breath when she’s not near, I love her”

“Aww that was sweet” Haruma smiled.

“You could’ve been a detective if you’d stayed at school” the manager said to Haruma.

“Yeah, but bartending is fun” Haruma said with a sly grin. I looked at him confused, and he explained immediately: “My quirk forces people to be brutally honest. One day I asked my father why he was mean to me and he said he hated me because I killed my mom during labor”

Our boss lighted a cigarette for himself.

“You know it’s not true”

“Well I didn’t kill her, it’s not possible, but she died and he blamed me my whole life. I dropped high school and left his house, I’ve been on my own since then”

“So you’re in love, that’s why Momo couldn’t pull you up” Tanaka smiled at me, “that’s a relief, she’s the reason I had to fire the guy before you”

“That and he was also a jerk” Haruma said.

“He was tall and strong…”

“I hated him!” Haruma insisted.

“He was perfect for the job until she messed with him!”

“Then why didn’t you fire her? He was an asshole, you just can’t admit it because he’s your type!”

They started and argument and I had to leave. It was early; the daylight was clearing the streets as I was walking home. If I was so in love and if I had pictured us as a family before, why was I so nervous? Why did I feel like I could go away on my own at any given minute?

I stayed in the living room for a moment, took a bath and went back to the couch; she came out of the room and looked at me.

“Are you okay?” she asked. My body moved by itself, walked towards her and hugged her, “Did something bad happen?”

“I never asked you how you feel about this. I never asked you if you want this. I assumed you were fine because I’m here but I have no idea what’s going on or what to do to make things right”

In other words, I was an idiot.

She hugged me back, her nose snorted and I felt her crying on me as she ranted:

“I had no idea how to talk about this, I feel like a mess! I’m not doing good at my job and I can’t handle a household even when this is a smaller place. The other day I said ‘hi’ to a baby in the street and he cried! Then I cried and his mom was so nice, she comforted me when the baby stopped crying!”

She started to say unintelligible things and I just nodded and patted her back as she continued:

“What, when and how am I supposed to tell my parents? My mom is gonna bully me so hard if I cry when my own baby cries!”

She cried long and loud for good thirty minutes before getting ready for work, she used a couple of cold spoons to deflate her puffy eyes.

I was tired but I could barely sleep. I felt curious about Haruma’s quirk and how much information he could get out of anybody.

“I learned the hard way that pushing people’s boundaries is a double edge sword,” he told me. I thought it was because of his father, but he continued: “One time I took a girl home, I used to ask them what kind of stuff they like…“

He kept talking, he reminded me of Hana and despite I liked them both, I would never put them in the same room together.

“So, who is it?” he asked, “Your girlfriend?” I didn’t say anything and he smiled, “bring her one night, I’ll make some alcohol-free cocktails just for her and I’ll ask her whatever you wanna know, but… don’t resent me later”

Our boss appeared behind him and hit the back of his head.

“Don’t listen to a word he says, whatever you’re planning don’t do it” he warned us.

“Tanaka!” Haruma bawled, rubbing where he was hit.

“I heard ‘bring her’ and I don’t care who you’re talking about, you better don’t bring anyone to meet this slut man”

“Tanaka, that’s rude!” Haruma cried louder.

“Don’t be like this, Tanakun, let him bring her” Momo sat next to me, “I’m curious about the type of girl this idiot likes” She gave me a shiver “how many girlfriends did you say you’ve had?”

“I didn’t say” I said as I stood up to leave.

“See you tomorrow, Dabi!”

Haruma and our boss said goodbye, but as soon as I was walking out, I felt somebody following me. She didn’t even hide.

“Stop the stalking” I told her when she approached me.

“It’s not stalking, I’m just walking in the same direction that you are” she defended herself, but this wasn’t the first time she tried to follow me.

“Okay, walk then” I made a sign with my hand to let her pass in front of me and she smiled.

“Are you going to walk behind me? Do you like that kind of stuff, Dabi, chasing pretty girls on lonely streets?”

“There are no pretty girls in this street, just go your own way” I said as I walked back to the club, but she didn’t left me alone.

“You’ve never had another girlfriend, have you?” she asked, “Maybe you should sleep with other girls so you could see that sex isn’t a fucking big deal, you don’t have to run away from me all the time!”

I arrived and saw Haruma and Tanaka closing the door.

“Did you forget something?” Tanaka asked, but I shook my head.

“Where you going? Wanna share a taxi?” Haruma asked.

They lived in the opposite direction, but I nodded. Haruma complained a lot in the back of the taxi, he was saying it’s my fault that he had to share a taxi with Tanaka; I fell asleep.

I woke up when we arrived at Tanaka’s house. Haruma was there:

“I thought I’d have to carry you” he sighed in relief.

I tried to leave, but they didn’t let me.

“I know where you live” Tanaka said, “You’re running away from something. What is it? You forgot to collect laundry?”

Haruma laughed: “Married people are a different breed”

“We’re not married,” I said.

“Yet” Haruma said. “Oh! Tanaka, your husband”

A mutant came out of a room, a big, tall man with two pairs of arms and eyes. I tried not to stare.

“We didn’t mean to wake you up, Beanie, sorry” Tanaka said, but his husband said it was fine, they went to the kitchen and I noticed he was staring at me.

I smirked when I realized why the club’s name is Beanie and One Day.

“Do you know each other?” Haruma asked me and I denied it.

I started to receive a couple of messages from my babe.

“Don’t worry. See you at home soon” Sent.

“That’s not right” Haruma said, looking at my messages before taking over my phone, “Give me that!” he wrote something really fast and sent it, then took a picture and sent it. “Now we’re good”

My phone ringed a couple of times, Haruma read the messages and smiled pleased with himself.

Tanaka and his husband put a few plates and juice for us – his husband was drinking coffee.

“It’s good to see a new face, this never happens” his husband said politely. “What brought you here?”

“Momo” I said.

Tanaka jumped in his seat and his husband grinned.

“I told you that girl means troubles, nothing stops her ever, I knew it since she tried to mess with my nephew”

“We’ve had a long list of security guards,” Haruma told me.

“And why haven’t you fire her?” I asked Tanaka.

“Look, she’s harmless, she dances well, and she…”

“She’s an orphan” his husband interrupted, “and this guy over here has a terrible savior’s complex. Momo’s an orphan, Haruma was neglected and I suppose you…”

I nodded; he was kinda right. Tanaka exhaled:

“I’m gonna talk to her again, just give her time”

“Time for what?” Haruma asked him, “If she keeps trying to follow him she’s gonna do something stupid, you know her”

“Well, if I fire her she will come back as a client”

“Why she doesn’t cause you any trouble?” I asked Haruma.

“Oh, she likes tough guys and I’m a cinnamon roll”

Beanie laughed, squeezed Haruma’s cheek and said:

“It’s not just that, she likes to break her favorite toys”

“Here we go again” Tanaka rolled his eyes.

“I hate to say ‘I told you so’, but you know I’m right” He finished his breakfast, “Listen, she doesn’t just wants to hook around, she likes breaking hearts, she likes to make guys obsessed with her and dump them like trash”

Haruma put his arm around my shoulders and pointed at my face.

“The thing with this guy is that he’s already obsessed with someone”

“Oh, a challenge, she hasn’t have to deal with someone in love before” Tanaka’s husband analyzed me, looking somewhat pleased.

“You should go to work, honey,” Tanaka said.

“Sure, I’m leaving, but I wanna know something first” he said and looked at me, “what’s your girlfriend like?”

Haruma smiled and asked too:

“Yeah, what is she like, Dabi?”

It hit me again; I recognized it this time, I immediately bursted out a ton of cheesy compliments about her image — like her captivating sparkly eyes, contagious laugh— and personality —how kind she is and tough at the same time. I felt exhausted when I was done and had to take a deep breath.

Beanie and Haruma seemed extremely satisfied. Tanaka looked at me worried. For myself, I think I fainted after that.

Suddenly, I was at my birth house.

I heard mom humming in the kitchen, Fuyumi was helping her to make dinner, I could smell it; Natsu crossed the front door and greeted me.

“When did you get here?” Natsu patted my back when he walked by.

“Touya, help us set the table” Fuyumi told me from the kitchen’s door. Mom smiled at me, behind her:

“Touya! Welcome home!”

I tried to reach them, I really tried, but the room stretched as Natsu, Fuyumi and mom stared at me from afar.

“Did you go to Sekoto Peak again, Touya?”

That man, my father, was by my side wearing a frown and the house disappeared and turned to the forest.

The forest was on fire, my blue fire, and my babe was standing there. I called her name but nothing came out of my mouth so I screamed – still nothing - and the flames embraced her but she didn’t move.

A bucket of cold water hit me and woke me up; Tanaka and Haruma were standing in front of me.

“What the fuck were you dreaming?!” Tanaka asked.

“Dude, your face!” Haruma looked at me terrified.

I touched my face, it was hot, and I used my phone’s camera to see the damage: a mark of burnt skin appeared around my collarbone. It wasn’t that bad.

“You seem to be used to burning yourself, it doesn’t hurt?”

“I am used to this, a friend fixed my face a couple of months ago” I sighed when I realized Hana was gonna kick me.

“A couple of months, then your girlfriend has seen you like this,” Tanaka mumbled.

“So we don’t have to worry about her getting back at us” Hamura sighed in relief, Tanaka looked at him in disapproval.

“Watch your words”

“It’s fine” I said, “Thank you… for everything”

“Thank you for not burning yourself to death”

“Tanaka, don’t say that!”

“I’ve done worse. I need to go home” I said.

Tanaka invited me to eat first and brought a burn cream for me; after that Haruma and I left, we were walking side by said when he started talking:

“Hey, about your thing with Momo…”

“I don’t have a thing…”

“My bad! It was a poor choice of words, but I wanted to let you know, she’s not like that. That thing Tanaka’s lovey dovey said before... Momo likes to make guys fall for her, but she’s scared of commitment.”

“So what?”

“I thought you could trick Momo into thinking you’d dump your girlfriend for her, you don’t have to go all the way with her. Just pretend she caught your eye, take her to the movies…”

“No”

“Well, it’s respectable. See you later!”

In the subway, I thought about inviting an iced coffee to my babe, so I took my phone to send a message and read all the stupid messages Haruma sent her.

“Hi hi, this is Haruma, a friend from work your fluffy-haired boyfriend made, he’s with me and our boss right now, we’re having a little reunion but don’t worry, we’ll return him later, safe and sound - pinky promise” Sent. Right after my last text.

“If he’s not friendly, why friendly shaped?” Sent, with a blurred picture.

“Hello, Haruma, thank you for taking care of him.” Read.

“Have fun” Read.

“Sorry, we broke him.” Sent with a picture of me sleeping on the couch.

“LOL, send me another please” Read.

[PIC][PIC][PIC][+7 PICs] Sent.

“TYSM♡” Read.

It’s like they’re speaking another language, I thought.

Then I remembered what I dreamed and tried to take it off my mind, but I couldn’t. I was just entering our neighborhood when she called me, except she wasn’t the person on the other side of the line.

A police officer introduced himself and explained a fucked up situation:

She was at the police station. There was an illegal use of her quirk. She caused a public disturbance. She had a verbal fight with a hero.

Each sentence the officer said was more ridiculous than the previous one, then he mentioned a car accident and I lost it.

At that moment, I wish I could teleport like her, but the only thing I could do was take a taxi. When I arrived, she was sitting in front of an officer’s desk, he was yelling something at her and she was quiet, just taking it.

“If she was in an accident why are you yelling at her?!” I yelled at the officer, she looked at me and jumped up, there were no visible injuries or scratches; the officer stood up too and a couple more hurried as if we were gonna fight.

“Is this your husband?” he yelled at her again, as if I wasn’t there.

“You bet I am!” I walked furious towards them.

“What the fuck did you tell him?” she asked him upset.

“What happened?” I wanted to hear it from her, but the officer didn’t let her talk.

“She caused a public disturbance when she verbally fought with a hero that was about to save a kid…”

“I already told you that is not what happened!” she exclaimed, absolutely mad, “that dickhead hero caused the car accident right after I saved the kid, check the goddamn CCTVs!”

“What hero?” I asked.

“Nobody important” she said calmly and turned back to the officer, “there were eyewitnesses and you, the goddamn police! Just took the hero’s word for granted! Fucking inefficient!”

He wrote something while shaking his head, I felt the urge to burn everything down but I looked at her, she was mad but she looked fine.

“Should I take you to the hospital?” I asked her but she refused.

“You can’t go anywhere until you pay the bail,” said the officer and pissed me off, I wanted to burn him to ashes.

“You should’ve start there” she reproached him with fire in her eyes, pulling her wallet out of her purse.

“And you still owe an apology to Beast Arms”

“He’s the one who should be apologizing!” she complained, “that fucking beast almost killed somebody”

She was distressed; it was all over her face. When we walked out of the police station, I hugged her and she cuddled, her scent filled my nose and I patted her back.

“I fucking hate heroes” she complained, “this was all his fault”

“Today was a long day for the both of us” I whispered. She touched my collarbone.

“I noticed,” she whispered back.

“What happened?” I still wanted to hear it from her.

“I was walking home and I saw a kid running, he crossed the street at a red light and I just teleported to get him and teleported back to the sidewalk with him. Out of nowhere, that dumbass hero jumped at the same time we appeared back in the sidewalk, and he didn’t just stopped the car, he crashed it! Can you believe it?! And it wasn’t just that car, the one behind it and another crashed too! It was madness! And the idiot looked around and saw me with the kid crying and addressed me as if I did something wrong, he jumped in too hard he could’ve smashed the poor kid!”

“Why was the kid crying?”

“He was trying to catch his puppy, that’s the worst part! I didn’t see the puppy, I just took the kid back to the sidewalk and the hero was yelling at me and I saw the poor thing lying dead in the middle of the street, so I yelled back at that stupid piece of shit! He’s supposed to be trained, he’s supposed to see the whole situation before jumping in to action, he could’ve save the puppy, but noooo!”

She kept ranting and moving her hands in the air and I was so enchanted by how much she depreciated that hero that I wished it was Endeavor the one that stood in her way. I would’ve killed to see the old man being reprehended by her in front of a crowd.

She was so into it that she didn’t notice I was taking her to the hospital to make sure she and the baby were fine. That night I saw for the first time an echography, the doctor said everything was normal but I felt like an idiot because I saw nothing on the screen.

They both laughed at me.

“It’s always hard for new parents, especially the dads” the doctor said, she was really nice, “I’m gonna show you something cool”

Suddenly Hana came in.

“Hi there! Whatchu doin?” She saluted playful as usual, but her eyes looked tired.

“Hana, shh” the doctor shushed her and my babe waved her hand.

A sound filled the room, it started as a numb beat and then it cleared… my babe closed her eyes and the doctor smiled. Hana covered her mouth with one hand and put the other on my arm while jumping in excitement.

“That’s your baby’s heartbeats,” she whispered but she probably wanted to scream.

I felt something warm in my chest, something I wasn’t able to put in words but it compared to the day I made blue flames, it filled me with joy somehow. I wished it would last forever.

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dreams dashed and divided - chapter six

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Series Rating: M

Chapter Rating: M

Word count: 4,874

Notes: A lot happens in this chapter. Lots of information and revelations are discovered. This has one of my favourite scenes in the entire fic, so I’ve been particularly excited to share this one. It’s another heavy chapter in parts like the previous one was but we’re almost in the home stretch. I hope you enjoy!

This fic is cross-posted to AO3 under the same name and my taglist can be found linked in my bio as well as my masterlist which is linked below.

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Chapter warnings: Canon-typical violence, stabbing, drugs/medicine (morphine-adjacent), fear, distress, death mention, loss of parents mention, grief/mourning, angst, near-death experiences, passing sexual references, age gap: older man/younger woman (in flashbacks reader is 20 to Din’s 27, and in current day is 29 to his 36).

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“I’m sorry I shot you,” you say, your voice gravelly. “And for… saying what I said that first day when you came to find me.”

Your head is leaning against his shoulder, his pauldron removed for your comfort. One of his hands is in yours, the other on your leg.

“It’s fine…” he pauses, considers. “…Cyar’ika,” he says hesitantly. You missed hearing him call you that. “You were angry with me. You had every right to be.”

You sigh and close your eyes. “Will you ever tell me the whole side of your story?” It isn’t that you don’t believe him—you do, but you’re missing information that would give you the entire picture.

Mando’s quiet for a long minute. Considering. “Yes. Not right now, though. Let’s wait until we get out on the other side of this. We have enough to worry about.”

You can agree with that. Around a yawn, you ask, “Why did Xi’an end up in a New Republic prisoner transport ship by your hand? And how?”

He’s asked himself that very question. “I considered killing her,” he admits. “It would have been easy to, but I knew that would be the easy way out. I wanted her to live with herself, knowing that there will be no redemption or getting out of this. She’ll have to live the rest of her sorry life with the knowledge of what she’s done and the consequences of those actions. As for the how, I… found myself having to work with her recently against my better wishes. Aside from the obvious, she double crossed me on this job and I gave her some long overdue comeuppance.”

You nod against his shoulder. “‘S a good reason.” You yawn again.

“Go to sleep, cyar’ika. I’m not going anywhere. You need your energy for tomorrow.”

You mumble something. “What about you?”

“I’ll be fine. I can go without sleep for a little while.”

You’re just on the cusp of sleep when an ember from the fire pops, making you jump.

“It’s all right,” Mando reassures. There’s a pause. “Gimme a second.” Untangling himself from you for a second, he unclips his cloak and wraps it around you. “There,” he murmurs. You hum sleepily as he puts an arm around you.

You must fall asleep because the next thing you know, the sun is just beginning to peek its way over the horizon. Mando has moved you so that you’re lying down, his cloak still wrapped around you; vaguely you remember him coaxing you onto the ground so that you can rest easier. You blink slowly. The others are still asleep. Glancing at Karga and his crew, your hackles raise. You don’t trust him. His answers were too easy last night.

Mando’s still sitting on the log, statue-still. You wonder if he might be asleep. Now that you’re beginning to wake up, the ground is hard and uncomfortable. You need to stretch. Get ready for today. Stretching your legs, you pull the cape off you and drape it over Mando’s lap. You lower your head so it’s touching the top of his helmet, put a light hand on his shoulder. He stirs. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” you whisper apologetically.

“‘S fine. I need to get up anyway. We need to get going.”

The words of last night hang between you. Not in a necessarily uncomfortable way. It’s clear to both of you that there’s still more to be said. Now is not the time to say them. You’ll have time later, though how much time, you’re not sure as he’s still bringing you back to Kijimi when this is over.

Not for the first time since being picked up by Mando, you wonder what it would have been like if things had gone according to plan. You’ve wondered that a lot over the years.

- - - -

Nine years ago, 0ABY

“Mando made me an offer last night,” you whisper to Zarah as you’re getting ready to open the cantina for the day. Your friend looks at you expectantly. “He’s joining the Guild of Bounty Hunters on Nevarro and he wants me to be his partner,” you say excitedly.

Zarah raises her eyebrows. “Wow,” she says. Though she tries to hide it, she’s clearly not impressed. “Did you say yes?”

You nod, unperturbed by her cynicism. “I’m finally getting out of here.”

She makes a noncommittal sound. “You as a bounty hunter, though?” she asks, giving you a once-over. “Can’t really see it, no offense. Just… doesn’t seem like you,” she remarks.

Ignoring the jab, you say, “That part doesn’t really matter. I’m finally getting out of here, Zarah.”

Zarah can tell there’s no dissuading you. “When are you going?” she asks.

“Mando had to go and finalize everything with Karga, turn in a bounty as well. He didn’t specify. A few days at most.”

Little did you know, the bounty that Mando was charged with was Xi’an’s brother, Qin. He frightened you. They both did, but he didn’t annoy you the way Xi’an did. The sooner he’s done with the whole lot, the better. Something you both agree on.

“I’ll be back soon, cyar’ika,” he’d said to you the night before as you handed him your packed bag of things you could go without for a week. Clothes, trinkets. “I’ll take care of everything and we’ll be seeing the galaxy together in no time.” You had leaned up and kissed him on the cheek of his helmet.

“I’m glad you’re excited,” Zarah’s voice interrupts your memory, “but are you really sure that this is a good idea?”

You roll your eyes. “Yes. It’s something I want to do. And when have I ever done anything that I want to do?” For once, she doesn’t have an answer. “We’ve been living in fear and in hopelessness and misery for a long time. When the rebels destroyed the Death Star a few months ago, it felt like the possibility of something new. Is it so selfish to hope for a better life? To strive for it? To do something for myself for once? This is my chance to do that. With someone that I lo—really like.”

That shuts her up. “As long as you’re sure.”

“I am.”

“I’ll miss you,” Zarah offers honestly. “You’re the closest thing I have to a sister and you’re finally doing what we all wanted to do.”

You give her a hug. “It’s not goodbye forever. Plus, I have to come and see you in action as the queenpin of Kijimi once Zella retires.”

Three nights later, you’re getting ready for bed when you hear movement downstairs. Your heartbeat quickens in anticipation.

You can’t wait for him to come up the stairs, so you go downstairs to meet him, ready to be on your way. “Mando? Is that you?”

There’s no answer. Odd. Usually he says something in the affirmative. It’s dark. Curfew was hours ago, all the lights off. Ordinarily, you’d leave a light on for Zarah, but she spends more nights at Arden’s or Zella’s these days.

“Who’s there?” you say.

A giggle. Xi’an. Your hackles raise and you back up, wishing you had your blaster on you. She sighs before saying, in an almost sing-song voice, “You really should have stayed out of things that don’t concern you. This will take care of that from happening again.”

That’s all you hear before a literal stab of pain erupts in your ribcage on your left side.

Darkness.

When you come to, minutes or hours or days later, you’re in an unfamiliar place. It takes a minute to register that you’re in Kijimi’s medcentre. You don’t feel much of anything thanks to the cocktail of morphling and bacta coursing through your bloodstream. It’s all a bit hazy, like you’re floating a bit. You think you might want to stay here. It’s warm and comfortable and it’s soft, like you’re on a cloud. Everything’s soft and blurred at the edges and you don’t think anything is capable of hurting you. There’s no pain, but there’s nothing else either. Your vision is blurry, but you think you see Mando standing over you. You blink and he comes into focus. He’s standing stock-still, barely composed. “Who?” he asks, his voice pure steel.

Your voice is raspy; it feels like someone stuffed your throat with burlap. “Xi—” He hands you a glass of water that’s on the bedside table, helping you take a sip. You try again, voice hoarse. “Xi’an.”

Mando doesn’t say anything and you find yourself struggling to stay awake. You need to talk to him, but first you just need to rest your eyes for a second…

When you wake up again later, Zarah is sitting at your bedside. Mando’s gone, if he was ever there to begin with. “Thank the Maker!” she breathes when she sees your eyes are open. “Don’t try to move just yet, okay? I’m going to call the medic.”

Your eyes are hot with tears you refuse to let fall. “What happened?” you croak.

“You were stabbed. By one of the Mandalorian’s former associates,” Zarah explains.

You vaguely remember the events that she’s describing. It seems more like a half-forgotten dream now.

“You’re very lucky. The medic says that if the officer had been even a few minutes later in finding you, you would have died. I’m going to stay with you in the flat until you’re back on your feet.”

That piece of information bounces off you. You notice that the bacta and the morphling has worn off. You can feel the stab wound now, practically radiating pain.

You want to see Mando. He was here, you were sure of it. He has to come to take you away from here. You’re supposed to see the galaxy together. Just you and him. “Mando?” you dare to whisper, blinking against the hot tears that are very close to falling.

Zarah shaking her head is all the confirmation you need. He’s not here.

The twin tears that have been threatening the entire time finally leak from your eyes and you let out a shuddering sigh, forcing yourself not to shed any more tears. He’s just delayed, that’s all. Had to go apprehend Xi’an. He’s coming for you. He’s not leaving you behind.

He promised.

You repeat those words in your mind over and over as the medic administers more bacta and morphling and you return to your hazy, dreamy cloud.

Mando’s coming back for you.

He promised.

- - - -

Present day, 9ABY

“Cyare, are you all right?” asks Mando.

His voice pulls you from your memory. “I’m fine.” You shake your head, attempting to clear the memory away.

Mando clearly wants to say more but the others are beginning to wake. You walk back to the campsite to gather what you brought along with you.

“We should head out,” says Karga.

The monster last night killed two of the Blurrgs, so you allow Kuiil to take the last remaining one. Mando and you walk in step a few paces back from Karga and his Guild entourage, the child right behind you in his pram, and Kuiil taking up the rear on his Blurrg.

Up ahead, you can faintly hear Karga discussing something with his Guild members in low tones. Exchanging a glance with Mando, you ask, “Do you think they are having second thoughts?”

Mando shrugs. “Could be. Keep your eyes on them,” he instructs.

You nod. “I will,” you reply.

Along the walk, the groupings change. By the time the town comes into view, Karga is walking alongside you and Mando and the child with the Guild members and Kuiil behind you. Karga takes a few steps forward. “I guess this is it,” he says.

Before either you or Mando can react, Karga’s shot the Guild members behind you. You and Mando pull out your blasters as quickly as you can, the Guild members falling to the ground, dead. He holds his blasters upright, showing that he’s not intending to shoot again. That doesn’t encourage you or Mando to lower your weapons.

“There’s something you should know,” Karga says, walking over to one of the downed members, pushing him over with his foot and kicking away the blaster before turning to face you. “The plan was to kill you and take the kid. After what happened last night, I couldn’t go through with it.” You keep your weapons aimed at him. “Go on. You can gun me down and it wouldn’t violate the code. But if you do, this child will never be safe. Let me take the child to him and then you two…”

“No.” Mando lowers his gun. “He’s right, but he’s going about it the wrong way. The client is obsessed with getting the kid. He won’t stop until he gets him.”

“At the risk of sounding obvious, it’s a trap,” you point out.

Mando holsters his blaster. “Take me,” he suggests.

“What? Bring you?” Karga repeats.

“Tell him you captured me. I’ll get close to him and take him out,” Mando explains.

Greef likes this idea. “That could work. Give me your blaster.”

“This is insane,” you say as Mando hands over his blaster.

Mando agrees. “It’s the only way.”

“I’m coming with you,” you insist.

Karga is about to disagree but then he thinks of something. “You can be the one that brought him in. It would fit well with…” He gestures at the two of you. “And you can bring the child!”

Mando shakes his head. “No way. We’re going to fool them instead.” Explaining his idea, Mando turns to Kuiil. “Can you bring the child to the ship, lock yourself in?”

Kuiil nods. “I will protect the child.” He hands Mando a commlink and picks up the child from the pram as Mando takes out his cuffs, handing them to you. You don’t lower your gaze as you put them on him, making sure that they aren’t on too tight. The three of you walk into town in silence, the empty pram following close behind you.

After a tense, almost standoff at the entry to the town, you notice something’s not right. “Why are there so many stormtroopers?” you whisper. “I thought you said there were four.”

“The client travels with four. Security has increased since Mando took off with the kid,” Karga replies.

Your heart won’t stop pounding. You can practically hear it in your ears. There is so much room for error and you can’t shake your feeling of trepidation. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” you murmur.

“Me too,” Mando replies.

You arrive at the safehouse and Karga shoves Mando in, you coming in last, your blaster pointed at Mando. Your hands are shaking. You need to summon your queenpin energy. Deep breaths. Steadying your hands, you school your features. Don’t show anyone that you’re afraid. Don’t let them see your bluff. You did this for nine years, you can do it now.

“See?” Karga mutters. “Four stormtroopers.” He ushers Mando to a table where an old man is sitting. This must be the client. “Look what I brought you. As promised.”

The client stands. “What exquisite craftsmanship. It is amazing how beautiful beskar can be when forged by its ancestral artisans.” He touches the beskar of Mando’s chestplate almost in awe. Mando doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything. You can feel the nervous tension radiating off him in waves. He turns to Karga and offers a drink. Karga agrees and you all sit down at the table. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice more stormtroopers coming in. You don’t hear what the client has to say. Something’s not right.

“The Empire improves every system it touches.” You choose that minute to resume listening and you nearly crush your blaster.

“Is that so,” you say calmly, so calm it almost unnerves you.

Karga and Mando both turn to look at you. The client doesn’t seem bothered. “Safety, prosperity, trade, opportunity, peace. Compare it to what is happening now.” Your hand is shaking again beneath the table. “Look outside. Is the world more peaceful since the revolution? I see nothing but destruction and chaos.” His beady eyes dart between the three of you as he speaks. He sets your skin on edge. You’d love to give this man a piece of your mind. Not just for hunting down an innocent child, but also for his views and undoubtedly what he did during Imperial rule. Does he know what happened to your father? You can’t say anything. Can’t risk anything. Not now. Were the situation different, though, there would be no stopping you. “I would like to see the baby,” the old man says suddenly.

“Ah…” Karga smacks his lips. “It is sleeping,” he says, thinking quickly.

This doesn’t seem to bother the Imperial officer. “We all will be quiet. Open the pram.”

Your heart must stop. This is it. You risk a glance at Mando. Just as your fate is about to be decided, the client’s hand inches away from the control panel that would open the very empty pram, there’s radio chatter and a stormtrooper comes over to the table, whispering something in the old man’s ear.

“Please do not think me to be rude, but I must take this call.”

A tiny reprieve.

As soon as he’s out of earshot, you hiss, “Give him his blaster. This is our chance.” In your panic, you missed Mando slipping his cuffs off. Karga hands Mando his blaster. “What are we going to do? There are a lot more than just four of them.”

Karga doesn’t know what to say to that. “You get one shot,” he tells Mando in an undertone.

You can’t hear what’s being said on the holocall. The client is speaking in hushed tones to presumably another Imperial officer.

The client looks back and then he falls to the ground, a blaster bolt hitting him square in the chest. He’s dead.

An explosion of noise erupts as blaster bolts start raining fire on the cantina. Mando pushes the table over, giving the three of you protection, guarding you with his body. It’s absolute carnage and chaos. Droids and stormtroopers alike going down left and right. You’re shaking so violently you’re sure you’re going to pass out.

The blaster fire stops suddenly, just as quickly as it had started. Mando touches your arm, says your name. “Are you all right?”

You nod shakily. “Y-yeah, I’m fine.”

“I’m fine too, by the way,” Karga says. “Thank the Maker, the child isn’t here.”

The three of you get up from your hiding spot, weapons in hand, and dart over to the viewport that’s been shot clean away. “Kuiil,” you hear Mando whisper into the commlink. “Have you made it to the ship yet?” You don’t hear the answer. “Get the kid on the ship and get him out of here. We’re pinned down!”

None of you notice the two stormtroopers speeding away.

Outside there is a small army of death troopers, weapons out and at the ready. Another squadron of stormtroopers is quick to follow. A lot more than four. “This is bad,” you say. An understatement if ever there was.

- - - -

“You have something I want.”

Din Djarin is going to die here. You all are. He knows this. He runs through a list of options in his head of every possible way this could play out, and they all end the same. His only hope is that the kid gets out of here and is safe. He was ready to die for the child once before and he’s ready to do whatever it takes to keep him safe now. He made a promise and he fully intends to see this through, regardless of whether he lives or dies.

Din remembers what he said to you on Kijimi all those many years ago. About his parents and how they wouldn’t have been proud of who their son was. When he was a small boy in the days and years following their sacrifice, Din had struggled to understand the meaning of sacrifice and the importance of theirs. He found it completely unfair; their loss had left and still leaves a hole in his chest that he’s struggled to fill for almost his entire life. He only really began to understand their sacrifice when he began working with Ran and the others. The first life he took. The innocent bystanders on Alzoc-III that he’s never told anyone about. When he met you, things really started to change. He already wanted to be a better man, to better honour their sacrifice. Meeting you just gave him the push he needed.

And then the kid came into his life. When Din was sure he was going to die protecting the child in the immediate aftermath of storming the safe house he finds himself in again, he finally understood why his parents did what they did to save him.

He likes to think that if his parents could see him now, they would be proud of their son and the man he became out of the ashes of his former life.

“You may think you have some idea of what you are in possession of, but you do not.”

He just wishes things were different. He’s dreamed of you for years. You never left his head, not for a single day; you are his greatest dream, his greatest wish unfulfilled.

He never got a chance to tell you so many things. What happened back on Kijimi. You never got to see his face. Never got to see the galaxy with him. You’re never going to be able to truly mend fences. Grow old together. He’s going to die without ever having heard you say his name. You’re going to die afraid and alone and so far away from the people you know and it’s his fault. Again. For the second time, he’s failed you.

“In a few moments, it will be mine.”

All Din can do is hope that, despite the lack of response, Kuiil made it back to the Crest with the baby and they’re safely away from here. He never meant to get attached to the kid. Never meant to fall in love with you. But he couldn’t help himself. It was so easy, on both counts. He was starting to think — starting to hope — the three of you could be a little family one day.

“It means more to me than you will ever know.”

Din looks at you. You’re trying to put on a brave face as they set up an E-Web outside, but he knows you. He knows you so well. Your eyes say it all. You’re terrified. You know it’s over. He wants to reassure you that everything will be all right. That you’ll be safe. But he can’t make promises that he can’t keep, especially not to you. He learned that lesson long ago. He can’t fix everything. But he can at least fix one thing. You deserve to know his name before the end. His real name. He says your name, strokes your chin with his thumb. “I need to tell you something.”

“Right now?” you manage to ask. You try to keep your voice steady, try to maintain the facade of stoicism, but Din sees right through it.

“Yes, right now,” he says. “It’s important.”

Rapid gunfire interrupts you. You and Mando turn to look at Karga who’s overturned a couch and is shooting at a sewer grate. He attempts to kick it in, but that does nothing.

“Your astute panic suggests you understand your situation,” says the Imperial officer from outside. “I would prefer to avoid any further violence, and encourage a moment of consideration. Members of my escort have completed assembly of an E-Web heavy repeating blaster.” Though you saw them assemble it, your heart still sinks. The Imperial officer explains what it is and how it operates. “Perhaps the decommissioned Mandalorian hunter, Din Djarin, has heard the songs of the Siege of Mandalore, when gunships outfitted with similar ordnance…”

Din doesn’t hear the rest of the sentence. Neither do you. Din was this close to telling you. He didn’t want you to find out his name this way. In a moment of taunting and jest. He wanted to be the one to tell you.

“Is that your name?” you breathe. “Din Djarin? Is that who you are?”

It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, his name being spoken by you. All he can do is nod.

“And perhaps Kijimi’s queenpin,” the man continues, saying your full name, “can speak of relatives to this heavy blaster. Given that she runs several weapons out of her cantina of similar ilk. I wonder what her dearly departed father would think of his precious daughter participating in such behaviour. Or maybe she knows of such weapons from her estranged ex-lover Din Djarin himself. The two of you have been tracked since you were reunited and engaged in what can only be described as a lovers quarrel at Kijimi’s starport before departing to Arvala-7.” You and Mando share a look, a shard of glass piercing your heart at the mention of your father. “You really should have listened to Zarah Bliss, Din Djarin,” taunts the man, “and stayed away from your darling queenpin like Miss Bliss told you to those many years ago. You were doing such a good job of it, too, staying away from her, doing as you were told. But you wanted to be with her again. You just couldn’t stay away. I can’t say that I blame you. And you, queenpin, should know better after all this time than to stick your nose in places where it doesn’t belong.”

Din’s heart sinks. This isn’t the way you were supposed to find out the rest of the story. Or at the very least, find out who’s involved with the prevention of your ill-fated reunion nine years ago. He can’t help but think this man—Moff Gideon, he thinks it might be, based on what little evidence he has—who knows so much about all of you for one reason or another, might be right. If he had listened to Zarah, you wouldn’t be in mortal danger right now. You’d still hate him and think the worst of him, think that he abandoned you and had Xi’an try to kill you, but you would be safe. You wouldn’t be about to die in a dingey, shot-out cantina with him and Greef Karga. He’s failed you, Din thinks again. Moff Gideon is right. He couldn’t stay away from you. Even if he tried. And he tried. Maker knows he tried so hard. He knows that he should have done things differently. He should have told you his name the first time he met you, should have shown you his face the first time the two of you made love. Should have ignored what Zarah Bliss said and gone back to Kijimi to take you away from there. Told you he loves you long before he did. Made you his wife.

You turn to face Mando—Din. Confusion is now mixed with your terror in your eyes, beginning to make its way to the rest of your facial features. You can no longer retain your look of practiced stoicism. All Din wants to do is explain. Keep you safe. Protect you. He doesn’t want anything to be going the way that it is, but he doesn’t have a choice. If there is any consolation in this dire situation, it is that he has known you and your love, and that is no small thing. If he had to do it all over again he wouldn’t change much outside of the things he would do differently with you. His decisions early in life led him to you. Led him to the kid. And he wouldn’t change any of that for the entire galaxy.

“What is he talking about, Mando?” you ask, your voice sounding very far away. “What does he mean? What does Zarah have to do with—?”

Din doesn’t have a chance to answer because Moff Gideon chooses that moment to continue in his monologue. “I also advise disgraced former magistrate, Greef Karga, to search the wisdom of his years and urge you to lay down your arms and come outside.” The three of you share a glance of do we listen to him? “The structure you are trapped in will be razed in short order and your storied lives will come to an unceremonious end.”

Moff Gideon and Karga go back and forth for a minute and it is made very clear very quickly that you cannot trust this Imperial officer to make assurances that he will keep. Not that you did before.

“I will give you until nightfall, and then I will have the E-Web cannon open fire.” With that, he walks back to his TIE fighter, leaving the three of you alone.

You look at Din and repeat your question from a few minutes ago, knowing that now is not the time, nor do you have the time to discuss it. “What was he talking about?”

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No Means Yes

Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)

(Not my gif - found it on pinterest. If it's urs, contact me for proper credit)

Chapter 5: In My Mind

Chapter Summary: The kiss did nothing but complicate things - on both sides. You just try to forget it, while Negan does anything but.

Wordcount: 3150

Era: Season 7 - Part 2 of the The One And Only Series -

Note: I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or wrong spellings, English isn't my first language.

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

“Tree.” Eric says before taking a sip from his tea mug.

“Damn, you’re good at this game.” You joke with both of you laughing.

The two of you have been playing I spy with my little eye for a little while now. Today is surprisingly slow and you got bored during your guard shift, so Eric came up with the idea. There isn’t much you can do anyway these days, without your knives. What are you supposed to do, if you spot any danger, point at it? Nevertheless, you are welcoming the little distraction.

“Well, it’s been a tree for the last three rounds, so I thought I’d go for the safest choice again.” Eric tells you, still smiling.

“Smart guy,” you chuckle.

Eric is very easy to talk to and you two quickly became friends. He had his reservations towards you but still gave you a chance. He and Aaron are about the only Alexandrians who cared to actually get to know you, resulting in a lovely friendship you really don’t want to miss ever again.

With your legs resting on an empty crate, you snuggle back into the old patio chair. The little setup was Daryl’s idea when you two had your last shift together. Standing on the wall for hours on end was just too exhausting for you and he noticed. Last night when you came for your shift, you were surprised with the little guard post. To say that your heart melted would be an absolute understatement. When you thanked Darly, he just brushed it off with a ‘don’t mention it’. Typical for Daryl.

Eric takes another sip from his tea, looking back at the street ahead. Eventually he asks you, “You think, they’ll try something again today?”

“To be fair, they weren’t trying last week.” You pick your own mug up from the floor, warming your hands for a few seconds before continuing. “I didn’t get the inventory in time. As much as I hate to admit it, they actually were right.”

“Did Olivia finish the inventory this morning?” Eric asks, looking back at the still empty streets of Alexandria.

“Nope,” you tell him, “I did before I came here. She’s scared shitless of the Saviors and I’m not. Figured I should do it, so they would leave her alone and come to me in case they needed something."

With your eyes closed, you enjoy the warming rays of the morning sun. You two stay in comfortable silence for a long while. Eric turns around to look down the street ahead of you. An annoyed groan from him makes you open your eyes again. “There they come.” You follow Eric's gaze and sure enough, you find familiar trucks driving towards Alexandira. “Elli!” Eric yells at the woman down at the gate. “Open up!”

The other woman jumps into action, yelling into the town that the Saviors are there, before hurrying to get the gate open.

You make yourself as small as possible without being too obvious about it. Let’s hope they don’t notice me up here. The last thing you want for today is to have to interact with these assholes. If you had your way, you'd be safe and sound in your room but Michonne needed you to cover her shift this morning.

A few trucks drive through the gate, stopping in the parking lot, while two come to a halt just before the gate. Eric watches the ones inside, while you eye the ones in front of the gate. Alexandria slowly wakes up, with more and more people leaving their homes, ready to face today's pick up.

You’re about to turn around and have a look for yourself, when truck doors loudly slam shut. Your head whips around at the sudden sound. Arat, Simon and Dwight left their vehicle but you don’t really notice them. Your attention is completely captured by their boss.

Negan casually jumps out of his own truck, taking his beloved Lucile out before slamming his door as well. He glances through the gate at the street in front of him, before he eventually looks up. His eyes met yours and time seems to slow down. You tense up and the air catches in your lungs. His signature grin grows just a tiny bit wider as his eyes stare back into yours. Even with his men calling for his attention, he does not break eye contact. Only when Simon comes to stand right in front of him, breaking the line of sight, does Negan acknowledge the other man.

You dare breathing again, releasing a heavy sigh. Fuck me, I am so screwed. So much for staying unnoticed. Then again, the only way to truly avoid Negan is by being out of town during the pickups. After all, every time you have been out of sight, Negan seeked you out, no matter where you’ve been hiding.

Eric sits down at the crate, facing Alexandria and the roaming Saviors. You keep staring at the street leading out of the town, still somewhat scanning the surroundings for walkers. Or at least you are trying to.

“I am so glad Rick’s back to do the pickups,” Eric tells you, making you look at him, “Aaron was so stressed out when dealing with the Saviors.”

“Tell me about it.” You joke softly, resting your head on your hand. “A few more encounters and he’ll get used to it. Don’t worry, I'm speaking from experience.”

Eric looks at you with an raised eyebrow, “I’d rather have him not.”

You chuckle and suggest, “You guys know I can always come down and help, right?”

“Yeah, sure.” Eric says in a sarcastic tone. “Because you and them get along so flawlessly.”

You have to snort at that. “Hey, I am still alive, ain’t I?”

“True, I give you that.” He smiles at you.

The both of you continue to drink your tea in silence. Involuntary do your eyes switch between the street ahead of you and the men talking at the truck. You can hear Negan's voice, but can’t make out any words, not that you care, you don’t want to eavesdrop. Simon’s still blocking the view and you can’t make up your mind if you are relieved or annoyed about it.

Arat joins their conversation and Simon takes a step to the side for her to come and stand with them. Negan doesn’t look back up, he seems to be listening to the woman quite attentively. You on the other hand can’t tear your eyes from Negan even if you wanted to.

The kiss certainly did nothing to ease your crush on him. If anything, it only intensified it. You have tried for so long to deny you even had a crush, but there is no use in lying to yourself any longer.

It’s been a week but you still don't fully grasp that you kissed that man. The man who sent his men after you to hunt you down. The man who killed your friends. The man who not only spared but also saved your life. Fuck, why can't this be just black and white?

You felt so guilty after you came to your senses, when the Saviors left. You hate how easily you gave in, how your heart was pounding violently, how you felt all warm and fuzzy. How it just wasn’t enough, how you craved more.

“Goddammit,” you whisper to yourself as you pinch the bridge of your nose, forcing yourself to close your eyes and think of something else.

“What's wrong?” Eric asks, visibly concerned.

You turn your head to look at him with a bashful smirk, “I just think I need to get laid.”

“Pfft!” Eric almost spills his tea when laughing.

“Oh, shut up.” You swat him on his chest playfully. “You’re the lucky one in a relationship. Do you know how many years it’s been for me?”

Coming to think of it, was it four years ago, or even five? You can’t pinpoint the exact time, but you do remember it being pretty much at the beginning of your journey. Back in Atlanta,when you stayed at the CDC. You drank way too much wine and were absolutely shitfaced and so was Daryl. The two of you have been talking all night and fooled around, one thing just led to another.

The morning after wasn’t as awkward as you had expected. You woke up alone in your own room and once everyone met again for breakfast, he acted like nothing had happened and you just went along with it. To be fair, later that day you were informed that the building would blow up within hours, so your attention quickly shifted towards survival again.

But even after that, in all those years, not once have you talked about it. You don’t mind really. It’s been a good stress relief and you would not trade the bond you two have today for anything in the world.

Eric wiggles his eyebrows at you, “I’m sure, Spencer would be more than happy to scratch your itch.”

“Oh, I am so tempted to push you over the edge right now,” You tell him with narrowed eyes.

Eric muffels his laughter by trying to drink his tea. After a few sips, he asks, “How come? The topic, I mean. Someone’s on your mind?”

You blush immediately and bury your face in your own mug. “No!”

He laughs softly at your flustered state. “You know I can tell when you are lying.”

“I know I can’t lie for shit,” You look at your friend, pouting, “But you could at least have the courtesy to drop the topic once you see I am uncomfortable”

Eric just shrugs his shoulders. “Where is the fun in that?”

You shake your head with a small smile on your lips, “Sometimes I hate being friends with you.”

Eric just grins at you, “You don’t, you love me.”

All you can do is to weakly chortle. He is right, though. After a long sip from your tea, you look back at the trucks. Negan and the others have already moved on. Bummer. Again you nip on your almost empty mug, when someone calls your name.

You turn around to find Tara standing at the ladder, looking up at you. “Rick wants you at the pantry,” She pants, pointing weakly at the buildings behind her, “At once.”

You turn back at Eric with a frown on your face. Something's up. Eric must be thinking the same with his expression mirroring yours. You hand your mug to your friend before you go for the ladder.

“Please don’t do anything stupid." Eric whispers, worry prominent in his voice.

“You know me, Eric,” you smile at him, trying to ease the tension. “I’m reckless, not stupid.”

Once on the ground, Tara and you quickly hurry to the pantry. She tells you she doesn’t know what's going on, but giving the Saviors waiting for you, you know this can only mean trouble. Olivia is already awaiting you with Rick and Arat standing next to her. She looks so scared and you wonder what could have happened to frighten her that bad.

You enter the pantry and your eyes fall instantly on Dwight, who is standing between the shelfs with the clipboard in his hands. You can’t help but notice your backpack on the scared asshols shoulders.

“What's going on?” You ask no one in particular.

“The list of the inventory is incorrect” Your father states, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other.

“Incorrect?” You repeat confused.

“Yeah.” Arat confirms. “You are missing cans.”

“Missing?” You look at her in surprise. “No way, that can’t be. I counted the whole stock twice this morning.”

“Too bad you're not better than a third grader, then.” Dwight sighs from behind a shelf. “According to your list-” He tabs on the clipboard with a knife, your knife. Oh, he's gonna regret touching them. “You are short.”

“Or,” you fold your arms, narrowing your eyes at him. “You already took some before you guys counted.”

“Oh,” Dwight raises his eyebrows at your statement. “So you are accusing us of stealing?”

You roll your eyes at him. “How could I? After all, none of the things here belong to us anymore. They are all yours, right?”

Low chuckling behind you causes your shoulders to go stiff from tension. “That is exactly right.” Negan appears behind you and makes his way towards Simon and the others. “How many cans are we talking?”

“Eight,” Arat answers.

“EIGHT?!” You shout in disbelief. How can so many cans go missing? Maybe you miscounted, fine. Maybe by one, maybe even two but there is no way in hell you missed eight cans.

Dwight hands his boss the list and Negan quickly scans it before turning around towards Olivia. “Now. That doesn’t look too good, does it?” He takes a step closer towards her. “And whose job was that?”

“The signature looks like a ‘Grimes’ to me.” Dwight says, smuggly smiling at you.

Negan shifts his attention from Oliva to you, eying you for a brief second, before he looks back at the clipboard in his hands. Dwight just keeps smiling at you and it takes all of your willpower not to claw it off his face. “Then we’ll be expecting sixteen next week.” Negan states, looking at your father and handing the clipboard over.

Your eyebrows rise up at the high number. Lost for words, you look at your father who seems to be just as dumbfounded. While biting your tongue, you quickly turn on your heels and march out onto the street. You are seething from anger.

All eyes are on you as you make your way to the gardens. Rick looks after you with concern in his features. Simon just huffs a laugh at your reaction. “What are you all standing around here?” Negan suddenly asks as he looks around. “Get the shit loaded in the trucks. Chop chop.”

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Amber quickly grabs the blankets from under her to cover up her naked body when Negan climbs out of her bed. She pushes herself further into the pillows, away from him.

Negan doesn’t seem to notice and if he did, he is unmoved by it. He quickly picks his t-shirt up from the floor and pulls it over his head, when Amber suddenly asks, “Negan?”

“Huh?” is all he responds while grabbing his pants.

She shyly looks back on the floor, unsure if she dares to ask her question. When Negan's fumbling with his belt, her eyes slowly move up to look back at him again. “Who’s… who is Y/N?”

Negan’s movements stop and he looks at his latest wife for a short moment. She really heard him? Good thing he doesn’t care if she caught him whispering the wrong name when railing her. This would be awkward otherwise. Unbothered by her question, he leans down on the bed again to kiss her forehead. “No one to worry your pretty little head about.”

Amber doesn’t seem to be satisfied with his answer, but Negan carries on, ignoring her questioning eyes. He quickly grabs his jacket from the nearby chair and leaves her bedroom to make his way back to his own.

Once he closes Amber's bedroom door behind him, he lets out a long sigh. “Shit,” he whispers to himself as he walks through the empty corridor. He doesn’t mind slipping up the names, shit happens. No, what bothers him is that it’s getting significantly harder to keep Alexandria's scout out of his head.

It’s not the first time her face came up on his mind when he was with one of his wifes, but it’s the first time he actually lost himself in the fantasy. Imagining her instead of his wife underneath him.

Amber is by no means hard on the eye. She is beautiful. But not what he wants. Her skin is smooth and delicate. No bruises, no scars. Her thighs lack the small ridges of angry red and silver lines he knows he could feel if his hands run over the scout's skin.

Rick's daughter. Negan shakes his head. Out of all women in that fucking town his mind has to spiral almost nonstop about the goddamn daughter. How adorable she looked, when she was snuggled up in that stupid chair on the wall. How she pushed herself past him, when she stormed out of the pantry. God, she’s hot when she’s angry.

“Negan!”

The boss tiredly turns around towards the source of the voice. Fat Joey hurries around a corner to reach him. "What is it?" Negan askes in annoyance.

Out of breath and with his hands resting on his knees, the larger man says, “Arat. She asked for you. Down. At the storage rooms.”

Negan raises an eyebrow at that. It’s late at night, what could be so important to justify making him walk though the whole factory down to the lowest level? He dismisses Joey with a quick nod before he puts his leather jacket on, going for the stairs.

Arat and a few of his men are already waiting for their boss. “This better be about life and death,” Negan sighs, annoyed as all hell.

"Here." His lieutenant hands him a notebook and he reads the cover, ‘Inventory’. With an raised eyebrow he looks at the woman in front of him. “A worker saw someone sneaking around at our food section.” Arat starts to explain, “When she checked the list, she realized someone fucked with our documents.”

Negan’s eyebrows move into a frown as turns the notebook to the current page. The last row of numbers is blacked out with a sharpie and new numbers are written down below them. “Something stolen?”

“No.” Arat slightly shakes her head. “We’re not short, we’re overstocked.”

Negan's frown is morphing into a dark grimace, he better misheard her.

“The counting for the cans was adjusted from fifty-eight to sixty-six.” She crosses her arms. ”Eight cans.” The notebook scrunches in Negans tight fist. This can't be, he refuses to belive it. “The workers description of the man sounds exactly like-”

“Dwight.” Negan finishes her sentence and Arat nods in confirmation. That little fucker. He starts pacing from one side of the room to the other, trying his best to stay composed. Does the asshole even realize the situation he put the Saviors in, put his Sunshine in?

After a long moment and a deep breath, Negan finally turns around towards Arat again. “Put him in a cell. Maybe he forgot how comfortable they are. Give him a little 'wake up call' while you're at it.”

The woman nods again and snips at the other Saviors to get them moving, too. But before she exits the room, Negan orders, “Also, credit the worker fifty additional points to her name. Shit like that needs to be rewarded.”

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

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Comfort and Care (Teen! Wu & Teen! Garmadon)

(The second section will be longer than the first btw)

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Today was when the venom in Garmadon stopped causing him pain after pulsing through his veins for an entire month.

Garmadon laid on the floor of his bedroom, tired, hungry, and relieved. Despite the obvious exhaustion within himself, the brunette pushed himself up and stood, trying to steady himself against the wall. He slowly walked to Wu's room, cracking the door open and peeking in to see if his brother was in there.

Wu was laying on his bed reading, using the sunlight coming from his window to see the pages. Yes, even though Wu really didn't like reading all that much, there was nothing else to do. Though he seemed to hear the door open and looked over.

"Brother? Is that you?" The blonde asked, sitting up from the position he was in. Garmadon didn't answer, but opened the door more to confirm that it was him. The older twin walked into the room and shut the door, before plopping onto the bed with a tired groan.

Wu shut the book and set it aside, knowing the other needed his comfort. He scooted closer to Garmadon and ran his fingers through the brown locks, Garmadon immediately becoming less tense from the comforting touch.

Garmadon wanted to sleep but he was also hungry, so he turned over to face his brother. Wu let out a soft chuckle."want me to make you food, Garm?" He asked, looking down at Garmadon.

Garmadon nodded, and moved off of Wu so the blonde could get up. He watched as his brother left the room and went to the kitchen to make Dumplings, which was Garmadon's favorite.

Half an hour passed before Wu returned with a bowl of steaming hot dumplings, as well as chopsticks to eat them with. Garmadon sat up completely, feeling a bit more better. He thanked Wu and took the bowl, letting the dumplings cool before eating.

Wu softly smiled, glad that his brother felt more better now. "Do you want to sleep inside, or do you want to specifically nap out on the front porch? Since I know the breeze will help you sleep" he asked Garmadon.

"Uhm... Maybe I'll nap outside this time... It's been a while since I've gone out at all anyways..." Garmadon spoke, tiredness obvious within his voice. He finished the dumplings after a while because he ate more slowly. Wu went and put the empty bowl in the sink, planning to wash it later.

He reached a hand out to his brother, the brunette taking it and letting himself be pulled up onto his feet. The two walked out to the front of the house, a nice cool breeze blowing across the warm, sunny landscape. Wu had already laid out a pillow and mat for Garmadon, so the other was more comfortable while asleep.

Wu sat down on the edge of the front porch, while Garmadon laid on the mat, finally feeling he could now sleep since he has a full stomach now. Though he didn't really feel as comfortable yet, so Garmadon moved the pillow and scooted up, laying his head on Wu's leg.

This surprised the blonde a little, but he then smiled, running his fingers through Garmadon's hair, the other immediately relaxing again.

"Feeling better, Garm?" Wu asked, looking down at Garmadon with his honey colored eyes. Garmadon looked up at Wu and softly smiled."yeah...thanks" he said before slowly falling asleep, feeling the nice breeze go over him.

He finally felt calm and safe again.

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(TW: Blood, cuts and other injuries)

Garmadon was waiting for Wu to return home. Wu had gone to talk with Aspheera about something important, not that Garmadon knew what it was.

Eventually Wu came in through the door but he was panicked and.... badly injured. He was covered in cuts, bruises and scratches, parts of his shirt were torn, and he was shaking and mumbling as tears ran down his cheeks

Garmadon felt his protective instincts go into overdrive and immediately rushed over to Wu, gently picking him up and carrying him to the bathroom. Wu, while still in pain, clinged to his brother as if his life literally depended on it, afraid that the Anacondrai that attacked him would appear again if he did let go.

Garmadon gently set Wu down on the bathroom floor, maybe not very comfortable but it'll have to do for now. He removed what was left of his brother's shirt and tended to the more larger wounds first, letting the other clingy to him.

Wu's shaking didn't stop, but managed to calm down a little. He leaned against Garmadon's shoulder, still gripping onto Garmadon's black shirt. After the major wounds were bandaged properly, along with some of the cuts, Garmadon gently wrapped his arms around the other in a comforting hug and doing a slow rocking motion, trying to calm the younger twin more.

"Shhh.....I'm here Wu, you're safe now..." Garmadon spoke in a gentle tone, stroking Wu's pale blonde hair that was a bit more ruffled up from earlier. Wu let out broken sobs, speaking weakly."P-please don't let go..." He clinged tighter to the other male.

Garmadon felt his heart break from how scared Wu sounded. "I won't, and Don't worry, I'll take care of you" Garmadon said as he lightly rested his head on top of Wu's. Wu closed his eyes, his scared whimpers starting to be less frequent. He let out a few sniffles, the bruises on his body starting slowly go away due to having a self healing ability from being half Oni.

"Wu... You don't have to explain what happened, I can tell just by what those Anacondrai did to you..." Garmadon spoke, a slight growl in his voice as he held his brother protectively. Wu leaned into Garmadon's embrace more, finally feeling safe enough to relax.

"Here, let's get you to your room since I'm done patching you up" Garmadon's voice returned to a more gentle tone again as he lifted Wu up and transported him from the bathroom to the bedroom next to it. He lifted the blanket with one hand and used his whole other arm to carefully set the injured teen down onto the comfortable bed, then placing the blanket over him.

The older twin used his thumb to wipe away the streaking tears of the younger, giving Wu a gentle kiss on the forehead. Garmadon was about to sit down by the bed, till he noticed Wu looking up at him. The teen let out a soft chuckle and went around to the other side of the bed then layed down.

Wu moved closer, though slowly due to the pain. He laid his head on Garmadon's stomach, curling up more. Wu closed eyes again, feeling the other's hand run through his hair.

Garmadon meanwhile felt guilty that he wasn't there to protect Wu, and could've saved him from getting badly hurt, but even then, if Garmadon got hurt then Wu would completely freak out, and so he'd still have to comfort his brother.

He let out a sigh and looked at Wu again, the other had fallen asleep. Garmadon quietly promised himself to not leave Wu's side as the blonde teen recovered, no matter what.

The two brothers laid in silence as the sun had start to set, giving way to the darkness of night. Garmadon himself had fallen asleep a while after Wu did, after making sure the other wasn't having any possible nightmares while asleep.

Garmadon had always cared, and so did Wu, even if one's care wasn't as easy to see as the other's...

#ninjago elemental masters #spinjitzu brothers #teen garmadon #teen wu #lord garmadon #sensei wu

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acozysoulwrites · 2 years

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Be quiet and drive (far away) ~ B.H

Description: Billy is angry after an argument with his father, so when he shows up at your house with nothing but his keys clutched tightly in his hand, you follow without a question. [Fluff/angst]

Warnings: mentions of abuse, a little blood

There's a fist hole in his bedroom wall and glass shattered onto his floor. He can't remember the last time he'd run away from a fight. This was different though, this wasn't a fight, not a fair one anyway. He'd forever be a slave to his father, it's in his blood. Today, however, today he just ran, he snagged his car keys from the table next to his bed, unable to wrap his head around how he'd dodged his father's blow, and he ran.

The rev of his engine tells me everything I need to know. I grab a few things; my bag, the little bit of cash I've got saved from working at scoops ahoy, and my cigarettes. I know that I won't be back home tonight.

"I'll be home later!" I tell my parents on my way out, it's an obvious lie, and I doubt they believe it.

Making my way down the stairs, I open the faded blue door and sit down. It smells strongly of cigarettes and blood.

"Billy, what happened?" I ask, eyeing him carefully. I can spot at least three fresh bruises, a couple even overlapping the ones from a few weeks ago.

He's quiet, I lean back, giving him room to place his arm on the back of my seat to back up. Gravel flies underneath the tires and in seconds, we're on the road.

"Billy?"

He still doesn't answer. The silent treatment used to irritate me, and with anyone else, I'd be demanding them to talk to me, but I'm different with him, I gotta be.

The hum of the engine must annoy him because finally, he speaks.

"You want the radio on?" He asks, eyes stuck to the road ahead of him.

His knuckles are white from gripping the wheel so tightly and I can tell he's fighting his own head right now. Probably wants to floor the gas pedal and it makes me honestly glad that he came to get me before driving out of Hawkins. He seems to drive a bit safer when I'm in the car.

"No, that's okay" I mumble, hands working together nervously.

He reaches up and flicks it on anyway. I saw that one coming. I shoot him a glare, and it's only now that I see a nasty gash on his cheekbone. Blood slides down slowly, following the path of the dried blood underneath it and I feel my hands begin to shake. FUCK Neil for this. FUCK him.

"Pull over, let me clean you up," I say, "I'm not asking either".

He eyes me for a moment, his expression turning unreadable. I swallow hard, I hate making him angry, and I hate telling him what to do, he gets enough of that at home.

"Please" I add after a moment of silence. "I brought my mini first aid kit, just in case".

His shoulders drop and the speedometer falls a few notches. There is a gravel clearing to the right and I find myself praying that he's going to pull over. The turn signal blinks and I let out a shaky breath.

The engine clicks as it cools. "Okay, just, let me take care of it," I say softly, eyeing him for an indication that it's okay to begin.

His eyes are sad and empty as they meet mine. "Get on with it then" He groans.

I wet the cloth with some cleaning solution and reach up slowly.

"C-Can you just..."

He lets out a loud sigh and repositions himself so I can reach him better. It's oddly cute when he listens to my suggestions and I can tell he wants to, even if he doesn't admit it.

"Thank you, this is going to burn okay?"

"Mhm"

"Just for a second" I reassure him.

His eyes focus on something off in the distance as I dab the cloth over the cut gently and I can't tell if he hates me for making him do this, or if he's about to cry.

"Almost" I whisper, studying my hand so I don't press too hard.

I try so hard to be gentle with him, I think it's important, I want him to know he's safe with someone, that he doesn't have to constantly fight and argue.

"I'm just gonna put this on it now okay?" I hold up some ointment and a bandaid.

He nods, his head tilted back. "Get it over with then".

"Okay," I say, opening up the bandaid I apply a little medicine onto the padded area and press it onto his skin carefully.

"Done"

Billy twists around so that he's facing forward again and my heart sinks when he reaches to turn the key. I'll never ask, but sometimes I wish he'd at least act a little thankful so I didn't feel like we were so one-sided.

I'm about to turn to the window when he speaks up.

"Thanks"

It isn't much, but for Billy? Getting a 'thanks' is a huge step.

I smile a little, "You're welcome".

"We aren't going back tonight," He says, turning the car back on. "You bring some clothes?"

I nod, "Yeah, and there are some in the back seat from last time too," I say.

He nods, "Good, leave the ones you brought here for next time"

"Soon there won't be a 'next time'" I say, looking at him.

He chews his bottom lip, "Maybe" He nods, and for the first time tonight, I can sense the tiniest bit of hope in his voice.

"There won't" I promise.

#billy hargrove #x reader #comfort #billy hargrove needs a hug #angst #fluff #hurt comfort

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sherifftillman · 2 years

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An Unambiguous Love [9/10]: Trial Runs

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Your favourite customers really make it easier returning to the town you never went to school in. If only your friends at work would stop trying to play matchmaker between you.

Chapter 9 word count: 3751

A/N: Sorry this is a little later than usual, I got home from work and started watching Spree and got distracted by how I am so sure I could fix Kurt Kunkle, but you're not here to hear about my poor taste in men lol.

You really don’t feel too good over the next few days. You take the Sunday off sick, and the Monday. Tuesday is your day off anyway, and in the late afternoon, your brother shouts to you that you have a visitor, though he doesn’t name them. You think that strange of him, since he’s met all your friends by now, he knows all of them by name. You make your way downstairs and see Tiffany at your door, looking worse for wear than you feel. You recognise the pale green complexion, though, and crane your neck around to see Eddie sitting in his van, reading a book. Tiffany pipes up, “I found him and asked him to bring me here after school. I hope that’s okay.”

“You wanna come and sit down after the drive?” you ask with a smirk, and she nods with wide eyes. With a soft chuckle, you let her in and close the door behind her. You get her some water and guide her to the couch.

"So how are you holding up?" she asks.

You blow out a harsh breath. "I don't know. I hate taking time off work, I'm hoping this all clears up by tonight so I can come in tomor-"

"Don't you dare even, Jesse's already taking over that one for you, too, so you can be back at 100%."

You scoffs, "He barely likes doing his own shifts, let alone covering for me! Why would he do that?"

She shrugs. "Knowing him growing up, the only thing I could say is that he'll want to use it as leverage, maybe he plans to "call sick" himself once you're better? I dunno. So what happened? Steve came in to see you on Sunday and he seemed real concerned about you."

You hold your head in your hands. "Tiff, I really don't need your whole spiel about how Steve and I are star-crossed lovers or whatever, alright? I'm sorry, I'm just really not in the mood to entertain it right now."

She frowns, "I'm being serious, Y/N. He's been in, that Eddie guy's been. Those other freshmen that are always in the store even came and found me in the cafeteria today to ask about you." A warm smile spreads along your face. "So, are you going to tell me what's up?"

"What do you already know?" You ask.

"I know you went out to the movies with those two boys, and then you saw your other friends, and then you've been ill ever since," she explains slowly.

You nod, "Well, the truth is… I got overwhelmed, because I think I was supposed to have been set up on a date." Tiffany chokes on her water. "But I couldn't think of how, or why, or even who it was that wanted it, I mean… Like, yeah, we've all always been close as friends, but if I'd have known that I was accidentally leading one of them on - or both of them - I wouldn't have been that way so much with both of them… But it's so weird, it's not like I do that with all new friends, I've never been compelled to invite Ralph over to cuddle and watch movies with like I have the other two." You hold your head in your hands again. "Now I don't know if they expected more of me, or maybe they thought they had to go along with these things even if they didn't want -"

"Let me stop you there, just… Breathe a second," Tiffany strokes your shoulder. "They certainly care about you. It's obvious even now, when you're not around. I don't think they'd be like that if they felt any ill will towards you." Tiffany herself takes a deep breath in. "In all honesty, I don't think even I could tell you which one is into you, really. Maybe you should just… Ask each one on an actual, real date?"

"I don't want to ruin what we have, if they like it like that, too." You throw yourself back onto the couch, head leaning up to stare at the ceiling. "Oh god, what have I done?!"

"Don't frame it as a date, then. Just… Hang out with them, one-on-one. Invite them somewhere," Tiffany suggests.

You gently put a hand to her face. "How are you wiser than me, when you're years younger?"

She shrugs. "It's a blessing and a curse, honestly." You both laugh and she starts to say her goodbyes.

As she reaches the door, you say, "Hey, uh… Tell Eddie I miss him, will you? And I give you full permission to tell Steve whenever you want to, as well. As long as there's no more matchmaking. I've got to take that on now," you nod, and Tiffany does back, too.

"Of course I will," she agrees with a smile, hugging you in the doorway. You watch her climb back into Eddie's van, and catch his eye briefly. He looks at you with his classic soft smile, but his eyes are sad. It changes his whole face. You smile back and wave at him. He flutters his fingers back at you before reversing out.

You go to your room and open up your journal. You split a double page spread into four: two rows labelled with each boys' name, and two columns labelled "pros" and "cons". The only issue is… There are no cons. There are no downsides to either one of your best friends. That's why you've been able to become so close to them so quickly.

Giving yourself some more time to take care of yourself, the next day you call up Eddie first. It's only fair, he's seen you in person the most recently, he deserves an explanation.

He still sounds so enthusiastic on the phone. "How are you? Are you better now? It's so nice to hear your voice again."

"I'm… Fine, Eds, thank you. Just a quick one, I know you've got Hellfi-"

"If you need to, I can postpone -"

"No, that's very sweet of you, but this'll only take a second. Would you like to get dinner tomorrow? I'm only working early, and there's that Italian place downtown that I swear does pizza that's actually made to taste like how I thought that takeaway one was, but I can't get a whole one for myself, and… It'd be nice to catch up, just us two. What do you say?"

"Ooh, dinner at a fancy restaurant? Sounds like a date," he teases.

"Call it what you want, Munson, are you in?"

You can hear the grin on his face. "Hell yeah. Call me when you're home from work and we'll go from there, okay?"

The whole morning of the next day, you'd been trying desperately to plan this all out perfectly. You're only working the opening shift, so you can go home, get ready, and meet Eddie at your favourite proper restaurant, for a proper dinner. You'd had everything down to the letter.

And then Jesse just had to call off his closing shift. And you took that as a sign that this was how you're supposed to "repay" his kindness. You'd really rather not, but between Jesse and Eddie, you decide Eddie would be far more accommodating to the idea of rescheduling. You phone him up, having his and Steve's numbers memorised by now, and explain your situation. He understands, naturally, though the disappointment is clear in his tone. He tells you he'll figure something out, and to enjoy the rest of your shift.

Later on, disgruntled by the fact you're still working, though glad it's almost over, you're so busy with your usual closing routine that the doorbell ringing throws you off. You manage to get out a, "Sorry, we're closed!" but not before letting out a small squeal of surprise.

"Well, that sound was mighty delicious," you don't even have to turn around to know from the tone of his drawl that Eddie has the widest smirk on his face. Sure enough, his head is cocked as though he's admiring you, sucking his half-smiling bottom lip in and out between his teeth. If you give yourself more than a split second to admire it, you'd be lost for words.

"Point still stands, Munson. Can't serve you. Sorry," you shrug, mirroring his head tilt.

"Really? You won't do me one solid as compensation for standing me up?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"I did not!" You throw your cleaning rag at him, which he manages to dodge with a cackle. "Blame Jesse the jerk for calling off at the last minute."

Eddie pulls a face. "Ugh. Yeah. Don't love that guy. Buuuut I am feeling a little buffered now, getting all excited for a dinner that never happened. Especially since I got all dolled up," you hadn't even realised, since its all sleek black, but he's ditched the denim, kept the leather jacket, and is wearing a button-down shirt that is far too flattering to look at without gawping, especially when the top few buttons are undone just enough for his tattoos to peek through. When you manage to catch his eye, he smirks, "You got anything to help with that?" Eddie-the-date seems to be emulating Steve's usual cockiness when he's around other girls, but you try and put that thought out of your head. No thinking about Steve. This is Just Eddie.

You quirk an eyebrow to try and match his energy. "Got anything in mind?"

Eddie's cocky half-smile breaks out into a full beam. "Yeah, I got somethin'. How's about an apology kiss?"

Your brain freezes for a moment. You, Eddie and Steve all have your flirtatious banter, sure, and what happens at parties, well, it's always stayed at parties. And here Eddie is offering it up as if it's normal for all of you.

Trying to remain cool and collected, your eyes scan your surroundings until you see the jars of assorted dice, sorted by shape, that sit on this particular counter. You grab a d20, press it into Eddie's hand, hold his fingers to wrap around it and grin back, "Roll for persuasion." You have no idea how you've managed to make that so smooth, but you've done it. Though only for a split second, you have successfully rendered Edward Munson speechless.

"Alright, alright, what's the difficulty?" he eventually asks, shaking it around in his fist.

You suck in a breath through your teeth. You don't want to look desperate here, just in case. You eventually settle for, "20. Flat roll."

Eddie kisses his teeth. "Alright, fair enough, let's go." He flicks it onto the table, and…

"Ah, 16. Too bad," you scrunch your face up jokingly and lean back to start heading over to pick up your cleaning rag, but Eddie gently places a finger underneath your chin.

"You're forgetting something, sweetheart," his voice is lower, softer, yet more gruff. You narrow your eyes in questioning and he starts to pull you over the counter, closer to him. "That's just on the die," he tiptoes to lean right over to close the gap between you two, whispering so close to your mouth that his warm breath tickles your lips, "I got a plus 5 proficiency." Eddie kisses you in a way that is both brand new and yet every way he kisses into one. The tenderness of his usual, affectionately-high kisses, mixed with the fervorous intent of his passionately-drunk kisses. It's soft in nature, yet strong in practice. It lasts for one long peck, followed immediately by a short one, then a shared look of genuine elation between you. "Did that hit, by chance?"

Feeling the rush, you ask, "Wanna try your luck again?"

Eddie cocks his head in that way that makes you Feel Things again. "What do I get out of a natural 20?" He asks as he blindly feels for and picks up the die again.

Trying to test entirely what the vibe may be including a certain other someone, you tell him, "For that, let's throw in Harrington, too."

"Hot damn!" Eddie sings as he fully slings the die across the counter.

You tut and shake your head. "Your plus five doesn't help you on a ten, does it?

Eddie taps his chin in thought, closing one eye as he focuses. "Trying to think of what spells and abilities get me back up there again…"

You giggle, "If you can think of any that get you back to 20 off the top of your head, I'll get Steve myself."

Eddie's teeth practically go through his lip as he bites it in contemplation. Finally too weak to combat your urges, you let your mind wander. To you biting his lip for him. Just taking it between your own teeth and pulling it right out until it slips back out again. The sounds he'd make from that, the desperation to get back to it. Daydream!Eddie just can't get enough, going back to kiss you and gently nibble on your lip so you take the hint about what he wants from you. Daydream!Eddie's hands are on your ass cheeks, gripping and releasing with every bite.

But it's not just you two in this scenario. Daydream!Steve is stood directly behind you, head bent to kiss and bite your neck. His hands squeeze your hips as they pull you back flush against his chest before sliding up to possessively grab at your breasts. Both pretend boys are absolutely all over you, and within that universe, you are entirely content.

Real Life Eddie takes you out of that by drumming on the counter as he continues to think, getting himself more and more frustrated before growling. "Why is my mind so blank now?!" He doesn't seem to have noticed your transfixed-on-nothing eyes, or burning hot cheeks.

Wishing you had the same issue, you try to hide your blushing face by keeping your head down and looking for your rag once again. "Sorry, Munson. Rules is rules."

He tuts and gently punches the counter. "Rules is rules, and that's final. Yeah. Can't argue with that."

"Do you at least feel somewhat… Compensated for missing out on dinner?"

Eddie smiles softly. "It's not a transaction really, but let's say sure. You gonna be okay getting home tonight?" He starts fidgeting with his shirt in a somewhat awkward manner.

You chuckle and nod. "I'll be fine, you go put some Eddie clothes back on. Sorry again -"

Eddie cuts you off, but not before a brief moment to check you out as you bend over, completely unnoticed by you. "No apology necessary. Maybe we'll just reschedule. Or maybe that'll just jinx us again?"

Once stood back up, you shrug, "Who knows. Night, Munson." You decide to give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek, and he turns on his heel before you can notice it turning just as red as yours.

"Goodnight. Get home safe," he waves over his shoulder before heading back out.

Once everything is done but the locking of the door, all the evening's events hit you at once, so hard that you end up just sitting on the floor between the comic aisles. You and Eddie kissed. Sober. You didn't expect to be doing that with these dates. Is he going to expect more, now? What about Steve? Should he know? Would he have any opinion of it? Everything between the three of you has been mutual and friendly, would it be better if he got to kiss you, too? But it wouldn't be fair if one was more natural and the other one "only" happened to balance things out. But what if Steve doesn't want to kiss you while he's sober?

You hold your head in your hands and try to clear your thoughts. You're able to eventually come to the conclusion that you're simply overthinking everything. You decide to just put all those thoughts away, dump them into your journal later, then slam that thing shut and instead focus on how you’re going to ask Steve out now.

You can’t really go on a real date with Steve, since you didn’t technically go on one with Eddie. But, the next day, knowing you’re both closing, you decide to end things a little early and surprise Steve with a visit. As soon as he sees you, he rushes over and pulls you in for a tight, lingering hug. Much like how Eddie had been acting like Steve the day before, this certainly feels like more of an Eddie reaction to you. You squeeze him back, hoping to squeeze out any other comparison to Eddie when tonight is about Steve. “How are you, now?” Steve asks.

“Better,” you nod with a weak smile. “Uh, hey, I know it’s late and all, but did you wanna just… I dunno, drive around? Go hang out some place? Just us two?”

“Yeah, sure! You want me to drive? I can take you to my favourite spot,” he suggests, and you nod.

He spends most of the drive catching you up on all the things the kids have been up to and talking about while you’ve been away from it all. Apparently, you’ve really got Jane into the world of comics, which Mike wants to someday thank you for in person.

You vaguely recognise the area around the lake he’s driving towards. You’ve seen the lake on your map. The one shaped like a heart. If you think about its name too long, you’ll start getting nervous about Steve’s intentions and panic. But, isn’t this whole evening all about finding out Steve’s intentions? Maybe he’s picked Lovers’ Lake on purpose.

He leads you to where some large rocks converge onto a soft patch of grass, but instead of sitting at either of those spaces, like you do as you perch on a rock, he instead starts patrolling the area while staring at the ground. “You good?” you ask with a laugh.

“Who, me? Just swell. Hey, uh, you ever skimmed stones before? It’s like, my favourite thing to do here. But I think I’ve used up all the good ones,” he pulls a face.

Rolling your eyes, you hop off the rock you’d just sat on. “No way you’ve used up every good one. Maybe you’re just looking for the easy ones.”

Steve gasps dramatically, “Are you questioning how good I am?!”

“As someone who’s never done it before, absolutely,” you giggle, finally finding one that looks like it’s got a relatively smooth surface.

“Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got,” Steve’s stance is cocky, his head tipped to one side as he looks you up and down with a smirk. It flusters you for a second before you regain your composure. You flick your wrist as you throw the stone, and it bounces once off of the surface of the water before ultimately sinking beneath it. You raise your arms in celebration and cheer, and Steve chuckles at you. "Wow, never before have I seen such excitement over such a feeble attempt."

You cross your arms, "Like you could do any better!"

"Watch and learn, babe," he smirks, picking another one up and throwing it out at the water. It bounces twice, awkwardly, before tumbling into the water.

You raise your eyebrows, “And that was supposed to be better than my attempt?”

“Sorry, isn’t - isn’t two more than one?” Steve presses a finger to his lip and looks up, laughing as you shove him away.

“Yeah, but at least mine was all smooth! Yours was, like…” You wave your hands up and down alternately. He mimics you mockingly, so you exaggerate your movements further still until you both start hitting each others’ hands, eventually collapsing into each other with laughter.

“Look, why don’t I show you how it’s done?” Steve picks out another stone and presses it into your hand. He moves behind you, gently kicking at your feet to guide them before cradling his body around yours, one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around the hand holding the stone. “Now,” his voice is low and soft in your ear, “a lot of people say it’s all in the wrist, but you’ve gotta angle yourself right, too, right?” You nod, swallowing hard. “So just get a feel for things, like this.” Using your hip and your hand as leverage, Steve starts guiding you to swivel at the hips, from side to side. His hand squeezes your hip just a little, and your breath hitches as you take a deep breath in. You feel Steve breathe out against your neck, his breath hitching, too.

He wriggles the fingers of the hand holding yours until he’s gotten you to drop the stone entirely, before guiding you round to face him. He slips his hands into yours and leans down to kiss you sweetly. Soft, lingering pecks, one after another after another. Usually, Steve smiles into his kisses, and you can feel it, but this time it feels more… Intense.

Your mind wanders again, to Steve kissing down to your neck, his hand reaching up into your hair as he backs you against the larger rock you’d been perched on earlier. Eddie’s here now, too, kissing your mouth with open lips and hands that inch further and further down your body. Daydream!Steve pulls you back to kiss you fully, as daydream!Eddie seems to sink lower and lowe-

You pull yourself out of the very real kiss still happening between you and Steve with a sharp intake of breath. He shuffles his weight between his feet and drops your hands. "We, uh, should get you back to your car again soon, right? Is everyone home tonight or is it just you and… Marvin?"

"Look at you, on first name terms!" You playfully bat his arm as you both start walking back to his car.

"Shut up," he laughs bashfully.

The ride back is quieter than the one there, but it's not awkward. Not until you've given Steve a goodbye kiss on the cheek just like you did with Eddie, and then you've gotten into your car and made it safely out of the lot. Only once you're alone with your thoughts do you realise how screwed you really are.

Both "dates" were equally amazing, in their own rights. But your wandering thoughts ultimately kept bringing you back to the same wish: you couldn't help but want the other person there, too.

#steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson x you #steddie x you #steddie imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #fluff #aul #*myfics

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beea-idiot56 · 2 years

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Cakes and Kisses || Childe x reader ||

Usually Y/n didn't do “special” things for their loved ones.

While yes they wouldn't hesitate to jump in and do absolutely anything for him, but getting up early, putting a little too much effort in, and sacrificing their own well being would be on the list for ‘id do that but no’. It may come off as rude, or selfish, but truthfully it was just because they knew they'd be able to show her love in other ways. After all, their love language was touchy, and most of the time their partner didn't mind.

Today was different though, it wasn't a special occasion, or a birthday, or anything of the sort; but they were already up early in the morning to run a mile and it happened to give them more energy then take. So when they got home, they decided to bake a cake for their loved one, Childe. Y/n had taken a shower, gotten dressed, and then slipped their wet hair into a ponytail high on their head and slipped on an apron. they was careful not to step on the creaky parts of their and Childes home as they walked, they didn't want him to wake up and ruin the surprise.

Apparently though, their cat had other plans. As they were walking back to the counter, with all of the pots, pans, and utensils in hand, their cat had walked in front of them effectively tripping them and sending all the pots and pans across the house and onto the hardwood floor. Making a loud smash. “Fucking hell-” y/n muttered as they, as silently as possible, picked up all the things they had dropped.

Yet that did not stop childe from rushing into the kitchen a few moments later; out of breath, bed hair, and wide eyes. They met eyes as y/n desperately picked up everything trying to hide the very obvious cake pan behind their back so he wouldn't see.

“Are you okay?” he had asked, rushing forward and kneeling down, taking their chin and turning it side to side looking for scratches. y/n laughed and shook their head,

“Just my pride” they laughed before running a hand in his hair, shaking it before standing up, “go ahead and head back to sleep, i'm sorry for waking you.” they smiled nervously holding their hand up to help him up.

“No its fine, i was starting to wake up anyways.” he said before looking at the hand behind her back. “Whatcha got there?” he asked trying to circle around his loved ones shoulder trying to get a glimpse of what they possessed.

“Cat food!” y/n blurted trying to desperately attempt childe to go do something else so they would have time to at the very least, get the cake in the oven.

“Yeah okay” childe said, making Y/n sigh heavily in reliefe. That was until he very quickly turned on his heel and reached around y/n pulling them into a hug, effectively stealing the cake pans and mixer. His heart melted as he slowly released y/n from the hug they were trying to squeeze their way out of.

“Awhhhhh, sweetssss, were you going to make me a cake?” he cued staring at the pan affectionally. y/n whined loudly before leaning thei head against the childe's chest and nodding pitifully. Childe laughed and patted their back,

“it's alright darling, we can bake it together!” childe smiled and spoke loudly as he patted their back and came his hands in between their wet hair. “But it was supposed to be a surprise for youuuuu” y/n pouted wrapping their arms around his neck, which was a few inches above their shoulders.

“Thats fine dont worry!” he smiled, “it'll be better if we make it together. More memories!” Y/n stared up at his bright blue eyes trying to find any hints of hesitance. Surely, after being scared the shit out of, he wouldn't have wanted to bake a cake. l especially considering it was like, 7am. After just seeing stars in his eyes thinking about the possibility of baking something with them, y/nfinally caved,

“finney” they mumbled; sending the child's hands in the air and a loud woop from his throat. Childe gave Y/n a quick peck on her lips to which they very much so revered from muttering something about “morning breath”. they watched as he basically jumped around the kitchen gathering all the things they needed.

He didn't usually cook, only when they were especially tired, or if it was their birthday or something. they USUALLY didn't trust him in the kitchen. He could catch fish and cook them just fine, but when it came to absolutely anything else? Absolutely not. Whether it be as simple as flipping a pancake - which he was extremely overzealous with and got it stuck to the ceiling- or just simply boiling water -he put it on low “accidently”-, he was very, very, very prone to making mistakes. And on the other hand, y/n was quick in the kitchen. They multitasked well, and they could handle a large meal and the stress of it(Childe folded under pressure if it was anything more than one main dish). So they were usually the preferred option for cooking food.

So y/n was a bit skeptical about letting him bake an entire cake with them. Though, they would be watching so it wouldn't be too terrible. y/n gathered the eggs and the other liquids quietly putting them on the counter. they got a smaller bowl and cracked the egg flat on the counter, opening it into the small bowl. y/n checked it for blood and shells before pouring it into the bigger bowl.

Childe came over and wrapped his arms around their waist before reaching for the other egg. y/n let him crack it and put it in the small bowl. No shell, and no blood. He picked it up and put it into the large bowl before smiling(which they felt because he tended to breathe out of his nose in a short puff before he smiled, and well, y//n could feel his breath on their neck). they laughed a bit before petting his head. y/n handed the whisk to him as they held the bowl, nodding for him to whisk it. He started to stir it like a spoon. “Not like that silly '' y/n smiled, resting her hand around his and gently moving it in the correct motions of whisking. He made a small “oh” noise and kept going, getting a little zealous with the motion. So they quickly pushed his hand away. And started gathering all the dry ingredients.

While they were following the instructions on a box) they didn't have all the ingredients for a homemade cake so a box cake will have to suffice). Childe got the flour out, along with another bowl, and a measuring cup. He smiled before taking the flour and pressing his finger into it. Childe then walked over to Y/n , who was very quiet as they focused on the instructions, trying to figure out what jobs they were going to let childe do and what they'd take over, he very carefully, put the flour on their nose. out of shock she squeaked and looked at it before looking at childe, who was laughing his ass off.

“AJAX!!! I JUST TOOK A SHOWER” they half yelled, half sternly scolded, despite the fact they felt their mouth's corner tip upwards in a smile.

“Im sorry- the- the temptation was just t-to much. '' he gasped out as he laughed, doubling over. He couldn't help himself apparently. Smiling y/n grabbed the bag of flour before taking a small portion and throwing it in his hair. they, after doing this, started to laugh their ass off as they put the bag on the counter. He screamed dramatically, grabbing his head.

“MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR!!” he yelled, obviously just being dramatic to be dramatic. This made them laugh even harder as they felt tears prickle the corners of their eyes, grabbing the counter for support. Childe kept laughing as shook the flour of his hair, making it rain flour everywhere.

“CHILDE!!” they yelped, still laughing. “The floors all dirty now!!” they pouted at him. He looked at them before smiling and kissing her forehead, to which she leaned back from, knowing it was just a ploy to get his flouring hair all over their face, which they were not up to. He smiled before grabbing their waist and pulling them in.

“It's fineeee, I'll clean it once we get the cake in the oven,” he laughed as they smiled, shaking their head. The rest of the baking went,,, better. Not great, there was still teasing, and flour tossing, and maybe a few dropped pieces of batter. But at last, at the forfeit of a clean kitchen.

The cake was in the oven and y/n now had the job of cleaning it all. they got right to work, taking a towel and wetting it before starting to wipe down the counter. Until they felt themself being straight up picked up. She laughed and kicked as childe walked them over to the little island in their kitchen.

“NOPE! I said I would clean and will uphold my promises!!” he smiled before taking the towel out of their hand. He splashed their nose with the water attached to the rap making them yelp and flinch, which he simply laughed at. they sighed at him before sitting down. In all truth, the adrenaline of the run earlier in the morning was starting to wear off and their legs had started to get tired. So they watched their hands folded and their head in the nook of her elbow, as childe cleaned, making surprisingly quick work of it.

“Since when could you clean?” they laughed as he came over and leaned on the island opposite to them. “Hmm, 3 little siblings tend to teach you a thing or two about cleaning” he giggled before taking the rag and gently wiping off her nose, which still held the crime scene of his earlier atrocities.

“Oh, thank you” they smiled her eyes closing at the soft feeling of the cool water and soft rag. He smiled and nodded leaning on the counter and just staring at his loved one. He went down and placed another kiss on their forehead, to which they giggled at, making him do it again and again until they had to sit up and shook him off laughing loudly.

Childe laughed as well and walked over to their side and sat on the chair next to them leaning over and placing his head in their lap. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it didn't matter too much to him. they simply ran her fingers through his hair and hummed to the music that they had started to play earlier. y/n looked outside the window and watched the birds as they flew, while he stared at his partner.

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This was my self indulgent little one shot i wrote for myself and had to go back in and change all the pronouns and names it was greattttt

anyways this is my fav troupe to have every trouped so i hope you enjoyed it toooo!

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impish-crow · 9 months

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[TRANSLATION] HIBIKI BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION SS(Short Story) 🎉

Pushing open the studio door, the lukewarm heat from outside surged in all at once.

"Wow, it's so hot…"

Even my own voice escaping my mouth is irritating. Despite the fact that the sun has long set, the daytime heat lingers on, and not only that, it's carrying a dampness that hangs heavily in the thin evening darkness of summer.

(Truly unpleasant.)

I let out a sigh, not knowing how many times I've sighed since waking up today.

"Kouno, quit complaining all the time. It's annoying." "It can't be helped, it's hot." "The air is so muggy…"

"Shion." Toya, who was walking ahead, stopped and turned back with a concerned look.

"You really seem to be struggling. Shouldn't you let Sogo carry you?"

"I'm fine. I can manage. It's just to the parking lot, so I can do it somehow…"

Despite Shion's brave response, it's evident on his face that he is nearing their limit.

"I've always hated summer."

Muttering that, I noticed Endo glancing over in this direction for a moment.

But I pretended not to notice.

Intense heat. Right in the middle of August.

(It's hot and exhausting… so hot.) Nothing's going well. If possible, I'd want to pretend I'm dead and just get through this. While thinking that,

(Oh, not again.)

My phone is ringing.

(How many times since morning?)

I know who's calling without even looking at the screen.

Today is the day when once a year, I'm subjected to a one-sided confession of guilt and apologies for not being able to do anything. So, I'm not picking up. Absolutely not. (Mom, I've had enough of that.)

I'm not a kid anymore. I'm living on my own just fine. I'm not hurt anymore, really. (I've been raised well enough. I'm grateful. I don't want or need anything more from you.)

Please, I hope you understand soon. (… Ah, it got disconnected.) That's a relief. Explaining things is tiring anyway and it's hot.

"Hey, Megane.."

Shion raised his face slowly, and Endo continued.

"How about having today's drinking session at your place, after all?"

"…At Shion's place? Not Sogo's?"

Surprised, I asked again, and Toya nodded easily.

"Let's do that. Shion seems unwell since the morning, and it's worrying to leave him alone."

"I'm sorry, but my place is small."

"It's fine. As long as there's enough space for one person to sit, we're good." "Huh, Toya, you're coming too?" "Is there a problem if I'm there?" "There isn't, but you hardly ever come even if you're invited. And today, Shion doesn't seem well either, so there's no need to push yourself to drink on a day like this." "A day like this, huh?" "Kouno. Isn't today your birthday?"

All three of them looked at me simultaneously.

(Huh, no way… What? Is that so?)

They were looking at me with expressions that seemed like it should be obvious. I was surprised.

"Could it be that you forget it?" "Yeah, well… but so what?" "What do you mean? We're going to drink, it's your birthday." "I'm having a bit of trouble understanding what you're saying…" "Get it together, you fool. Oh, Sogo-saan!"

Sogo came running back from the parking lot.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." "Whoa, you're all drenched in sweat!" "During summer, just lifting and lowering the drums is a workout itself. The inside of the car is ridiculously hot too."

"I'm really sorry, I had Sogo-san carry the keyboard too."

"Don't worry about it. I left the door wide open and turned on the AC, so let's go. It would be nice if our mood improves a bit while we're driving." "That's the thing, though. Is it okay to have it at Megane's place today?" "I don't mind, but is it fine for all of us to barge in? It's still an option to do it at my place as planned. I even aired out the guest room's futon the other day." "Home is where anyone most comfortable. Also, while we're at it, we can inspect Shion's room and buy anything necessary for his summer life. It's your first summer living alone, right?" "Yes… um, sorry." "Do you properly turn on the AC when you sleep?" "I set it on a timer." "Huh? You're gonna die, you idiot!" "Shut up! If I leave it on, I'll freeze to death!"

I'm living on my own just fine. I'm not hurt anymore. I still don't like summer, though. But…

(Since when did things become like this?)

At the very least, this year's summer is not the same as before.

"Hey, Hibiki, why are you smiling?" "Sorry. I just felt like, it's kind of fun."

Finding myself able to think like that was a bit refreshing. I couldn't help but smile.

#digrock #dig rock #hound roar #Houndroar #kouno hibiki #hibiki #endo shoma #Shoma #onozato shion #Shion #hayama toya #hayama touya #Toya #kido sougo #kido sogo #ss #short story #translation

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temporalbystander · 1 year

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Okay. I've put it off too long for the people that actually care. After the cut is Cat Walker's POV.

Oh and FYI, there is one other story I regretted not writing. Where Faybon goes off at Marc and Nathaniel over their comic. It was in response to a story I can't remember the name of where they killed off Chat Noir in the comic and seriously upset Marinette. Needless to say, as I was still in my salt mood, it pissed me right off.

Anyway, on to the story.

Adrien had no idea why he was doing this. He'd told Ladybug he would give the ring back to Chat Noir after dropping the latest Akuma victim off at his home, it was nice to know she wanted him back but he couldn't help but think how much tonight had proved his point. Cat Walker had only been a distraction and Ladybug had been more than capable of taking care of everything, even without the rest of the team. Maybe that's why he had ended up coming this way.

"Hello? Cat Walker? You still there?"

Adrien shook his head to rid himself of his thoughts. Right, Faybon had asked what Plagg had said. Clearing his throat and composing himself, he began to speak as politely as he could. "He mentioned how you were often a great source of comfort to Chat Noir when it came to his hero duties and his civilian life. I was hoping you might deign to give me your opinion before I hand back the ring." There, that sounded good right? It was the truth after all.

Then Faybon scoffed and Cat Walker had to readjust his form to hide his shock and hurt. He needn't have bothered though, Faybon had yet to open his eyes. "Yeah I'm a great source of comfort alright." He muttered, disdain clear in his voice. "That's why he saw fit to renounce the miraculous in the first place without so much as a warning. Only for you to get it, Mr. Perfect."

Now Adrien was getting very uncomfortable, he was beginning to realise how bad an idea this actually was. Still, he had to stick to the script in case Ladybug asked any questions. "All I know is that I was the other choice, besides I'd hardly call myself perfect, all I did was get in the way." He gave a small shrug only to be completely ignored as the other boy still hadn't opened his eyes.

Just when he was considering leaving Faybon spoke up again. "So, what did you want my opinion on? For Plagg to recommend talking to me it must be something big." Still no eye contact, he'd have to come back as Chat Noir and apologise if he'd upset him this much.

"I was wondering what you thought about the increase in heroes and Chat Noir's place in it all." He started slowly trying his best to word this as vaguely as possible. "Seeing as I completely failed in the task tonight it's quite obvious that it's more than just the miraculous that's important." Another scoff was the reply.

"Man I was right to hate you." Faybon said with a shake of his head. He opened his eyes briefly to shoot a glare Adrien's way before closing them and settling back down onto the tiles. "If you really thought that it was just the miraculous that was important then you clearly don't think too much of Ladybug." Before he could argue Faybon spoke over him. "After all, the only reason she still holds the earrings is because she has the experience with them. If Chat Noir had given his ring up earlier? She'd have given the earrings up as well."

Not knowing what to say to that Cat Walker sat down, being sure to give Faybon more than enough room. "I can see how you might get that impression." He started after a while. "And the other heroes?" Maybe it was best to move on from the topic for now.

"Are both a necessity and a hindrance." That was not the response he was expecting. "Do you know who any of them are in their civilian life?" Faybon asked instead.

Adrien froze, now very thankful that his friend has barely looked at him, sure he knew some of them from the Miracle Queen incident but he couldn't tell Faybon that. "Of course not. I only just got Plagg today." He said instead, hoping his shock would be interpreted as a result of the question and not because of the lie.

"ShadowMoth does." Faybon carried on, again not paying much attention to what Car Walker was saying. "Yet Ladybug keeps giving them back despite how big a risk it is." He opened his eyes again and turned the glare back on the "replacement" black cat. "Do you know why she does it? Why, despite having been involved in 90% of the akumas that required a new hero, I was never chosen?"

Adrien could only shake his head in response, was this why Faybon was upset? Because he'd never been given a miraculous? Or was it because he thought he was the next best choice for Plagg? He did have more experience with the baton then anyone else besides Cat Noir himself. It made sense. "I only just became a holder, I don't know how things work." Truthfully he wasn't sure he knew how ladybug worked recently either.

"Because it's easier that way." Came the stiff response from his friend, who still hadn't opened his eyes. "Being the guardian, looking after the kwamis, figuring out the grimoire, plus an even greater reason to recover the peacock and butterfly Miraculous? Her stress is through the roof. Then you have the duties as Ladybug and having to keep it a secret while dealing with her civilian problems." Faybon shook his head and let out a weary sigh. "She gives them back the Miraculous because it's easier than trying to find new holders, wait for them to figure out their powers and hope they'll give them back without a fuss." Opening his eyes he glared at Cat Walker again. "And then you had to go and make it ten times worse by putting on that stupid mask."

He couldn't argue with that point, he had seen how put off Ladybug had been simply by his being there, desperately trying to include him so he wouldn't leave like Chat Noir did. "And what about you?" He decided to ask instead. Faybon hadn't mentioned the reasoning behind him not getting a miraculous.

This time the other teen actually laughed, though it was lacking most of the humour Adrien had associated with his friend. "Because I'm yet another source of stress she needs to deal with." He muttered derisively. "If she spent any more time around me than she already does she's scared I'll figure out her identity." Faybon gave another sad sounding chuckle. "I offered her the chance to avoid that, to not talk to me at all, but with what I know already and my emotional state being what it is, she keeps stopping by from time to time to make sure I'm not considering an akumatisation as the answer to my problems."

This was something Adrien had never heard before, from Faybon or his lady. Even outside the mask the other boy had never even hinted that something was bothering him. Definitely not to the point where Ladybug felt the need to check up on him. Was he really that bad a friend to miss something like this? Unfortunately, Cat Walker had no reason to say what he wanted to, so he could only backtrack on their conversation. "Well, you have my word that I'll never wear this mask again. Chat Noir will return to being the only holder from now on."

"Then why not take it off now?" The question stunned him. Sure Faybon had been around when he'd detransformed before, he'd wanted to talk to Plagg and had gone out of his way to make sure he couldn't see anything when Chat Noir had said the phrase, but this was beyond that. He was asking him to reveal his identity, to ensure that he never wore the miraculous again. If he did that then surely Faybon would get suspicious when he ran out during akumas?

And yet... If he did it, maybe his friend would feel better about opening up to him? Knowing that they shared at least some secrets in regards to the Miraculous. Before he could second guess himself, he said it. "Claws in." Just like that he was sitting on the hard tiles exposed to the cold night air as the magic washed over him.

"You kid, are an idiot." Plagg wasted no time in telling him what he thought of this stunt but Adrien only wanted to know what Faybon's reaction was. Turning to look at the one who had asked him to remove the mask he was shocked to see that his friend hadn't opened his eyes at all. Instead he'd just pulled his regular snack box out of his pocket and set it down between the two of them, nudging it closer towards Adrien when he didn't do anything.

Feeling even more confused now, the exposed super hero picked up the box and slowly opened it. Inside was some cheese for the gluttonous kwami and a cupcake, presumably for himself. "Faybon?" Adrien spoke the name softly into the night air as he picked up the treat, Plagg had wasted no time diving for the cheese.

What was going on here? Did he already know his identity? Adrien couldn't recall ever telling Faybon about wanting cupcakes before, in fact the only time he'd ever mentioned the treat was on one of their previous rooftop talks but that would mean... "I already have one friend who is forced to put on a mask of perfection in his day to day life." The other teen seemed to confirm his thoughts as he spoke. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't know when another did the same thing?"

There really was no point arguing. At least now he knew why Faybon wanted the mask off so badly, and why he still refused to look. "How'd you know?" Adrien asked as he bit into the gift he'd been given, strawberry wasn't his first choice but it's not like he'd ever mentioned his favourite flavour before. He also didn't feel the need to worry about his friend recognising his voice, after all it had never been an issue before.

"I've spoken to the previous guardian remember?" Was the clever teen's answer. "And, while it may have been briefer than the time I've spoken to Plagg, both conversations were enough to tell me one simple thing." Pausing, Faybon seemed to wait for either Adrien or Plagg to say something, or maybe just finish eating. When nothing happened he continued. "You are the only holder either of those two would have ever picked." He gave a shrug and almost seemed to relax a bit. "Besides, your costume and manner may be different, but you still showed way to much experience using the miraculous. Not to mention you bow the same way."

"I see." He wasn't sure what to say in response to that. He knew Faybon was observant but this had the potential to be worrisome. At least it was only the familiarity with the Miraculous that clued him in, the young model would just have to ensure he never bowed in front of his friend and he should be fine. It was a good thing he'd made those actions over the top on purpose. That did lead to some uncomfortable realisations though. "Do you really hate me?" He asked after a moment, feeling thankful that his kwami had disappeared to eat his cheese in peace.

Faybon just let out another sigh. "After you left the ring behind LB came to me, desperate for me to get the ring back to you." Adrien felt like a dagger was plunged into his heart at the pain in Faybon's voice as the other recalled what happened. "I told her that this must have wanted nothing to do with the Miraculous anymore." Faybon took another deep breath and kept talking. "I couldn't tell her how being Chat Noir meant everything to you, that it was your favourite thing, the freedom, the responsibility, her." He shook his head and kept going. "She was so close to breaking already, if I'd told her that one overstressed moment from her had caused you to abandon something you loved so much? ShadowMoth would have won."

Adrien thought he couldn't feel any worse, but his friend wasn't done yet. "Then you show up as Cat Walker, all prim and proper, trying to be everything LB seemingly wanted in a partner. Trying to be Mr Perfect, shutting down all your feelings just so you could be near her." The anger was returning to Faybon's voice and it was clearly a struggle for him to keep his voice low. "Tell me Chaton. What the hell is the point of having so many masks if you can't be yourself under any of them?"

Despite it being a question Adrien knew he shouldn't answer. Faybon was right, being Chat Noir was the only way he could relax sometimes. He had so many masks, so many secrets, so many facets of his life he kept compartmentalized so that he wasn't overwhelmed. He had to follow a strict routine at home and while modelling, with his friends he had to be careful that nothing negative got back to his father, and even when he was Chat casually he couldn't relax lest he let something slip that Shadow Moth could use against him. Cat Walker was just another mask he had to wear, this one for the benefit of Plagg and Ladybug. "Plagg claws on."

There was a brief cry of dismay as the kwami was pulled into the ring and the transformation took place. Only once the magic had faded did Faybon open his eyes to see that it was Chat Noir there and not Cat Walker. If he approved of the change he didn't say anything. Chat left shortly afterwards, the conversation stalled and awkward after it had hit a little too close to both of them. Adrien may have gone there to figure out where he stood with Ladybug, which was answered by what Faybon revealed, but he had learned one other thing as well. He wasn't the only one with multiple masks, he just had to hope that at least one of them allowed his friend to feel as free as being Chat Noir did.

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