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Prompt 2 with Kafka sampo silverwolf and Bronya

Words cannot describe how much I love Sampo 😩

Prompt 2 - “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Ft. Kafka, Sampo, Silver Wolf, and Bronya

Warnings: None. Not proofread.

KAFKA

“My love, I’m back.” Kafka smiled and walked over to you. She seemed like she was in a much better mood than before, which struck you as odd, but maybe you were overthinking it.

“How was it?” You returned her smile and pushed all of your doubt to the side, patting the spot beside you on the couch as a sign for her to sit next to you.

“Oh you know Blade and Silver Wolf.” Kafka waved it off with a slight chuckle, her gloved hand coming up to delicately cover her mouth as she laughed. The sound was like music to your ears. “Silver Wolf just wanted to mess around and Blade wasn’t really having it.” She sighed. “They’re so cute.”

You stopped and bit the inside of your cheek, momentarily breaking eye contact with her as you collected your thoughts.

“Oh yeah, I can imagine.” You came off more bitter than you had wanted, but cleared your throat and hoped that she didn’t notice.

“Wait a second.” Kafka tilted her head and leaned in closer to you, observing you closely. “Are you jealous?”

“Uh…” You trailed off nervously, avoiding her gaze.

“That’s adorable.” She smirked and rested her hand on your upper thigh. “But you ought to know that you’re the only one I care about like that.” She scolded softly.

“R-Right…”

SAMPO

Dumbass. He had gotten into trouble with Gepard again. He was messing around as usual and now here you were, taking care of his trouble with the Landou family.

“Listen Gepard. I can take care of this. I promise.” You had a tight grip on Sampo’s shoulder as you spoke, one that didn’t go unnoticed by the Silvermane captain. “You’ve already done what you can, so let me handle the rest.”

The truth is, you and Gepard grew up together, which meant that he would have a soft spot for you by nature. You had gotten away with things then and you were about to get away with them now.

“Fine.” He sighed, reluctantly nodding in response to your begging.

“Thank you so much Geppie. I owe you one.” You gave him a wink and dragged the unusually silent Sampo along with you back to your place of business.

Once the two of you were out of sight and in your office, you began to scold the poor guy as if you were his parent.

“Listen Sampo. Right now.” You spoke harshly and looked him in the eyes. “I can not keep coming to save your ass. Gepard is only gonna let me off the hook so many times.” You crossed your arms and sighed. “If you don’t quit it, both you and I are gonna get arrested! Do you understand??”

He just stood there, his expression blank and it made you question wether or not he heard you.

“Sampo. Are you even paying attention?!” You waved your hand in front of his face and he caught it, looking into your eyes and feigning hurt.

“‘Thank you so much Geppie. I owe you one’.” He mocked, pouting ever so slightly. “What do you owe him, hm?” You pulled your wrist away from him and stared at him in disbelief.

“Wait wait wait.” You tilted your head to the side and looked into Sampo’s eyes. “Are you jealous?!” You chuckled and patted his cheek gently. “Don’t pout. If anything, Gerard’s far from interested in me.”

“What do you mean..?”

“Well gee. I think he’s interested in a blue haired idiot who keeps getting into trouble with the law.”

Yeah that went right over his head.

SILVER WOLF

“Oh and just LOOK at this guy!!! He’s adorable!! I can’t wait to max him out!!!” She fangirled and kicked her feet with a giggle. Typically, she wasn’t like this, but she had been saving for this character for months now, so of course she’d be excited.

“Oh yeah? He reminds me of Xiao.” You looked over her shoulder and watched as she pulled for the character.

“I’ve even pre-farmed all his equipment too, so if I don’t get him, then I’m a total goner.” She groaned and you chuckled in response.

Nervously, she reached out and hit the ten pull button. You both watched in anticipation, on the edge of your seats.

The five star animation appeared on screen and you thought she was going to lose her shit.

“Oh! Oh!” She grabbed ahold of your arm and squeezed it tight, doing her best to contain her excitement. “YESSSS!” She nearly screamed in shock as the character and two duplicates of him appeared on her screen.

“Hey look at that! Good job!” You celebrated with her and smiled brightly. She was always so cute when she was like this.

And so, for the next few days, she spent all her time on that character. Which resulted in you getting kicked to the curb while she did so.

It sucked.

“Hey how’s that one character you got doing?” You asked sarcastically one night as you brought her dinner.

“Oh it’s going great!” She spoke enthusiastically and then looked at you, immediately picking up on your sarcasm. “What? Are you jealous or something?” You answered her with silence, and she rolled her eyes.

“Unlike you, this guy isn’t real. So get over yourself and come here.” She huffed and set down her controller, smirking at you.

BRONYA

“And you should have seen the look on Serval’s face! I thought she was going to faint!” You chuckled and explained enthusiastically, telling Bronya all about your musical mentor. “She said she’s never seen someone play a riff like that on the first go!”

Bronya listened intently and smiled as you spoke, but couldn’t shake the feeling that was growing inside of her. You just seemed to happy while you were talking about Serval. Did you talk about her the same way? She hoped so, but figured that she’d never really find out.

“Don’t you agree Bronya?” You asked and it pulled her back from her thoughts. She sat there, staring into your eyes without a word. “Bronya were you paying attention?” You pouted slightly and quickly replaced it with a smile. “That’s alright.”

“Could you tell me again?” She asked politely and made sure to pay better attention this time.

“Serval said I have tons of potential, and that I might even be able to start a career with it!” You started over.

She let out a scoff at Serval’s name.

“What? What’s wrong?” You looked at her, secretly wondering what you had said to upset her.

“It’s-“ She stopped herself. “It’s nothing. Continue. Please.”

“Wait a minute.” You paused and looked at her, your expression changing into a serious one as you spoke. “Bronya, are you jealous?”

“Of Serval? No.” She answered simply and crossed her arms defensively.

“Your ears turn red when you lie, Bronya.” You giggled.

“Oh.”

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 40. brb x oc

a/n: we reached 40 chapters guys.....................and boy we arent even half done. idk if that's good or bad

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, mildly suggestive content, these two idiots love each other and i love them AAAAAAAA

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1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39

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“Roos.”

“Yeah,baby?”

She got closer to him on the couch, pressing her chin to his shoulder as he moved the analog on the controller, leading Arthur out of a cave where he found a large amount of gold. After breakfast they decided they could play a few games - with Beatrice winning in MK again, unsurprisingly - before he decided he’d play Red Dead Redemption 2 again, continuing Arthur’s adventure through the wild west. She hummed, parting her lips to speak, “If this sounds…weird you don’t have to answer it…but did you have a lot of girlfriends before me?”

Well, he wasn’t expecting that question but considering she told him about…Eric…he thought it was only fair if she knew about some of his exes too. Which wasn't many if he was honest, “I had two short lived relationships, one during high school with a girl named Emma and another one named Lisa after I joined the Navy…everyone else after that was a hookup.”

Beatrice blinked, supporting her face on the palm of her hand, “You know, Nat and Halo told me that…you always wanted something serious but never found the um…right person.” her cheeks heat up when she says, “Then you met me.”

Rooster knew Nat liked sharing things with people, because she was like that and would do it just for the hell of it, but he never expected her to repeat his very own words to Beatrice. Maybe he should’ve just told his girlfriend instead of Nat, not that what Phoenix did was bad per se, but he’d like those words to come out of his mouth.

He paused the game, setting the controller aside and patted his lap, “C’mere.” she does, settling herself on his lap as he hugs her waist, “Well, Nat can’t keep her mouth shut, much like Hangman, when it comes to you.” Beatrice looks up at him in surprise, “But you know, she isn’t wrong…I mean I didn’t want a relationship, Bea. With what I do? There’s always the chance of–” he hesitates, clearing his throat to gain enough courage, “--of something going wrong.”

Beatrice lowered her eyes, she obviously understood what he meant but didn’t voice it. She meant what she said when she knew what she was getting into when she started crushing on him, she balanced every possibility and even talked to her therapist about the consequences that it could bring even before the two got together. Back then she thought if she thought hard enough about it, her crush on him would disappear which obviously didn’t happen.

“And then I go to the Hard Deck one night and I see the prettiest woman working there.” he says softly, meeting her eyes, “She made me question everything, she made me wonder if I should really not be open to a relationship. All she had to do was look at me with those big green eyes and I was a goner.”

Her face heated up with a blush, smiling sweetly up at him. It was one thing to hear from his friends about his attraction to her, but with him saying that…it just made her whole body feel like there were butterflies inside her veins and her heart.

“But she kept running away from me and I thought maybe I should tread carefully around her,” he gently touches the side of her face, “I really wanted her to look at me and then maybe we could have a chat, maybe I could ask her out… eventually I helped her move an armoire up to her loft, then we talked about Lord of the Rings, she went to a barbecue dressed like a fucking fairy and fell asleep against me when I was asking if she wanted to go out with me.” he frowns a bit, recalling the memory, “Then I found her crying outside the bar and I decided I’d never want to see that again…then I asked her out for real and guess what?”

Beatrice smiles more, going along, “What?”

“She said yes and now I’m dating her.”

Her cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but she wasn’t complaining at all. She wasn’t used to being flirted with so much while in a relationship, usually a few compliments were to be expected but Rooster always made sure to go all out. That was how he was, he was always so open with his feelings and sometimes her brain couldn’t process it yet.

But she was happy, the happiest she’s been in a long while. “Well, I can say she’s very happy you two are dating.” she giggles, cupping his face in her hands, his cheeks smooth and free of the growing stubble from early morning, “And she’s never felt better.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” he whispers, pressing his lips to hers in a sweet kiss, humming into her mouth when she adjusted herself on his lap in a way that definitely made him more alert in the best way possible.

Bea pulls back with a soft smack, laughing softly when he tries to follow her mouth and she couldn’t help but peck his lips one last time. Her eyes lose a bit of it’s shine for a second and her smile falters, “Can I tell you something?”

Her quiet tone makes him open his eyes to meet her own, “Anything, gorgeous.”

Beatrice chews her lower lip, running her fingers on the collar of his sleeping shirt before she sighs, “...After I broke up with Eric, I had a breakdown. I…never told anyone, not even Shells about it because I didn’t want to be a bother. I considered calling him and asking if we could go back together because I didn’t think–” she clenched her jaw, narrowing her eyes at her own hands, “I didn’t think…I’d be able to find anyone else. I was happy to be done with him…but I was so scared of opening up again. You know? Why would I do that if the outcome would be the same?”

She was trying so hard not to cry, trying to ignore the burning behind her eyes and the subtle headache she’d always get from holding back tears, “When I figured out my crush on you…I…I didn’t know what to do. I remember going home and having to sit in the corner of my room dialing my therapist in the middle of the night because I was terrified…add that to my own demons and thoughts and I couldn’t really focus for too long.”

“Baby…”

“I know, Roos.” she says softly, “And then I just… I told you how nervous I got and my own overthinking got the best of me… I guess it’s–I guess now I finally understand that we are together. Like, together together. And you want to be with me and you think I’m pretty and-.” she sniffles a bit, quickly wiping below her eyes before the tear makes its way down her face, “And you love me and-and you aren’t ashamed of me.”

When her voice cracks when she says he’s not ashamed of her, Rooster frowns and hugs her tightly, bringing her to his chest and touching the back of her head. She’s still sniffling and he feels something wet seeping through his shirt, his heart clenches just like the time he saw her crying outside the Hard Deck.

There’s also a new level of fury coming to the surface. He hated Eric before but now he absolutely loathed the guy for putting shit into her head like that. He couldn’t understand how someone, how a human being, could look at Beatrice and see her as less than nothing , that’d put her so low and would make her doubt herself so much she’d have breakdowns while thinking about meeting someone else.

She didn’t deserve what she went through but no one went into details of how bad it was because, honestly, that’s something she’d have to share with others herself. Beatrice went through so much for such a good chunk of her life and she never wanted to share with anyone in fear she’d be a burden to others. She always kept it in, put it on a mask and hoped hard it wouldn’t crack so people wouldn’t question her about it.

Bradley buries his nose in her lavender scented hair, closing his eyes as he breathes in while keeping her against his chest. She wasn’t crying, but she hasn’t moved much since he brought her close, her back rising and falling with calming breaths. He presses a kiss to her scalp, “Baby.” he calls against the skin, feeling her head move then look up at him.

While her eyes were shining with tears and there was a bit of redness around her eyes and upper cheeks, she wasn’t crying anymore. She wipes her eyes one more time with the sleeve of the hoodie, clearing her throat “I’m okay.” she says quietly, giving him a small smile, “I’m okay.”

He removed the hand that was holding her thigh close so he could rub the side of her face, swiping his thumb under her eye to wipe any moisture that was left. “Are you sure?” she nods, still smiling, “I’m sorry you had to go through that, Bea. I really am.” her eyes drop to her hands and she shrugs, playing with a loose string that was coming out of the cuff. He knew she was trying to hide her emotions with a smile, so he cupped her chin to make her turn to him, “Bea. Don’t hide it anymore, you don’t have to. Okay? You always tell me to not keep stuff in if it bothers me. Don’t do the same.”

Beatrice’s lips part in a silent gasp, looking at him with her green irises shimmering with more tears that dared to fall. But she closed her eyes, swallowed harshly and nodded, “Okay. I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” she replies quietly, this time her smile reaches her eyes when she opens them, shining with everything but tears. Bradley smiles back, pressing his lips to the top of her head before patting his chest and telling her to be comfortable. She laughs softly, curling her body a bit more on his lap so she’d be partially facing the tv while he grabbed the controller that he had dropped to the side.

Hearing Bradley’s heart thumping repeatedly made her relax more than before, her eyes slipping shut with a smile on her face, her cheeks heating up pleasantly as she thought about everything that happened in these past months.

She didn’t have to hide anymore, she didn’t have to fear anymore.

For the first time in her life she felt truly free.

Beatrice watched him move Arthur around New Hanover, muttering a quiet ‘sorry’ to whatever animal he had to kill and bring to camp - which she found adorable -, then hunting down people for money before he decided to take pictures around since that game was so pretty. It was then that she noticed something.

“Brad.” he hums in question, turning Arthur towards the camera and giving her a clear view of his face, “You made Arthur look like you. Did you notice that?”

Bradley stops moving the analog, he too was looking right back at the virtual cowboy. He turns Arthur this way and that, even the hairstyle was similar, faded at the sides, “...I mean, he looks great.” he says with emphasis, making Beatrice laugh softly against his chest “Don’t he? Gonna get all the ladies around these parts.”

Beatrice snorts gently as Bradley moves Arthur back to the Clydesdale, taking him away from the area he was exploring. She crosses her arms over her bust while watching him play, enjoying this time together before she moves her eyes to her abandoned phone on the coffee table.

She reaches for it, feeling one of his hands holding her waist in case she nears a fall, grabs it, then leans back on his chest. She doesn’t see Rooster flitting his eyes down to the screen, his lips quirking up when he sees her background is also a picture of them together before she checks her messages.

He trails his gaze away once she opens the app, choosing to give her some privacy even if he did worry about certain things that were happening. Beatrice hums a little song, typing back a message to her mother and to the girls’ group chat, they all think it’s just spam accounts trying to gain followers back, but Evelyn says it’s still suspicious. She tells Beatrice that if it happens again for her to send them the actual account before blocking it because Carmen could check it out since she was so good with computers.

Bea asked if she thought there was something off about it and Evelyn just replied with a ‘maybe’, but they had to check a bit more. That made Beatrice furrow her eyebrows, asking Evelyn what she meant. Her friend took a few minutes to reply but when she did she just said ‘It’s just a feeling’.

She couldn’t say exactly what it was that Evelyn was talking about but she couldn’t get it out of her head how she said it was a feeling. A feeling of what? Maybe she just said that so they could figure out who it is and then block the main account itself? That sort of feeling? Beatrice thanked them all again, then asked Evelyn if she went out with Jake again since she didn’t reply the first time…the moment she did ask her icon disappeared from the group chat.

Maybe she should just ask Shells about it since Evelyn is just refusing to say if it happened or not.

“Roos.”

“Yeah?”

Beatrice chuckles softly as his tone, looking back at him as he squirts a good amount of shampoo in his hand, “You know I think I can bathe by myself now. I’ve washed my hair before.” she smiles, biting her lower lip when he just sends her a look and sets the lavender shampoo aside. Since her hair was already wet, he just had to smear the pearlescent lilac liquid on her head.

He purses his lips, bringing her closer in between his legs, “Well, I mean we both have to take baths and since I’m here.” he rubs the shampoo on her hair, chuckling at her surprised yelp when the cold viscous liquid touched her scalp, the purplish white foam taking over as he moves his fingers through her tresses “I don’t see why not.”

Beatrice just hums happily, Bradley truly had magic fingers, she didn’t know how but it was like she was getting a full blown scalp massage. And he was so careful too, making sure the foam doesn’t reach her eyes, gently untangling her hair with his fingers while squeezing the moisture out. “You are not bad at this.” she comments, tilting her head to the side so he can reach the hair on her nape.

“I am pretty good with my fingers.” he smirks, “As you recall.” her cheeks and upper body turned red, her lip rolling into her mouth to bite it gently as she did remember how good he was with his fingers indeed. He pours clean water over her hair using the shower head, squeezing the shampoo out, then repeating a few more times until it’s squeaky clean.

She moves her gaze over her shoulder to where her wet hair was plastered against her back, picking some of the wet strands in between her fingers so she could have a closer look. She looks back at him, seeing his pleased little smile and grinning herself, “You did great.” she says, moving backwards to lean against his chest, his arms wrapping around her shoulders, “Thank you.”

“Anytime, pretty girl.” he replies, kissing her temple, then her cheek, then smiling against her mouth when she tilts her head up towards him. He was getting so used to the smell of lavender he didn’t even mind having it all over himself after showering or after bathing. It smelled like her and it’d be like that for a while.

Having her in his apartment, well her and Jolene, was probably one of the best ideas he’s had in a long time. He spent fourteen days with her and he loved every second of it, so asking her to stay with him after she hurt herself seemed a good thing to do. She’s been healing, they’ve been spending time together and he was proud at how he was able to control himself. It’s been hard, but cold showers are good for that reason. He just wants her to heal, that’s all.

He pulls back from the kiss to prop his chin on the curve of her shoulder, his hands rubbing up and down her arms and looking at the small yet colorful tattoos on them. “What was the first tatoo you had done?”

Beatrice blinks, looking back at him then at her arms, holding the one with the Hobbit quote for him to see, “This one.” she says, twisting her arm so he could see it better “I did this arm first then the other one, I wanted small tattoos first. And I still want more, I want to talk to Taboo and check if she has the time for me.”

“Taboo?”

“She’s my tattoo artist.” she grins, “She used to date one of our classmates in college, we met at graduation. She’s the one who’s been doing my tattoos.”

“Any idea which one will be the next one?” he asks, following the thin lines of the little snake by her wrist.

“...I think I’ll do the Litany Against Fear, but just the first lines. It’s a long quote.” she looks back at him who just looks confused, “ ‘I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.I will face my fear.I will permit it to pass over me and through me.And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.’ It’s from Dune. "

He arches his eyebrows while blinking his eyes, “The fact you said all that without even pausing to think is amazing to me.” She laughs softly, rubbing his hand, “But it’s an amazing quote.” he noticed how some of the quotes and things she liked were about facing fear or facing the darkness to step into the light. Considering everything she’s been through, he wondered if she noticed how that applied to her life.

“If you want,” she tilts her head back to look up at him, “I can talk to her about your tattoo too?”

“I don’t even know what I’d tattoo.”

“Well, she can help you.” Bea smiles, “You did mention you wanted one inside your arm.” she turns around to fold her arms over his chest and press her chin on top, narrowing her eyes, “Unless you were just showing off and you didn’t want a tattoo at all.” Rooster looked down at her, his smirk slowly widening and she playfully splashed him with bath water, “You were showing off!”

Sputtering out the water that got into his mouth, he laughed quietly like a boy who just got caught in a prank, wiping his face with the back of his arm. “Maybe I was a little.” she splashes him again, her face red as a ripe tomato and he coughs up another laugh, squeezing her cheeks with his hand when she jutted out her lower lip, “Okay, no pouting,” he presses his lips to hers, pressing quick pecks to her mouth “No pouting, I was showing off just a bit but I still want a tattoo.”

Bea just narrowed her eyes even more, not believing him. “I swear,” he says, holding up his hand with three fingers close together “Scout’s Honor.”

“You were a scout?”

“For two months, then I got bored and my mom took me out, but that’s not my point.” he laughs, “I do want one, but I’m not sure what it could be. I want the first one to be special, like yours was.” he nods to her arm to where the Hobbit tattoo was, “I’d hate to regret it later in life.”

Beatrice stares at him, a flicker of an idea in the back of her mind, dropping her gaze to the side where a group of bubbles slowly drifted by her arm as she thought. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again only to clack shut one more time. She shouldn’t…say it, maybe it was a bad idea? What if it was? “...well…” she chews the corner of her mouth, “Why don’t you…get one done to represent your parents?”

She feels the silence like it’s a thick blanket surrounding them, immediately regretting her words and trying feebly to reel them back in, but Bradley just stared at her. His eyes unreadable and his lips closed, face completely neutral of anything that could give her a sign of any emotion. She thought he’d get out of the bath, probably needed some time alone…but then his shoulders relaxed and his jaw clenched as he looked to the side, “...I like that idea.”

Beatrice blinked in surprise, “You…you do?” he nods silently, “Oh. I thought…well,I’m glad you like it.”

“Yeah,I think I can…figure something out. Maybe I could look at the photo albums and see if I can come up with something.'' After his mother passed and he transferred to California post TOPGUN, he brought a lot of things he had saved up in his old place. Including some old albums his mother would keep in her dresser. He looks down for a bit longer, then meets her eyes, “Can you help me?” his voice was so quiet when he asked, a complete contrast to his usual tone.

Beatrice could feel how hard it’d be for him, so she nodded, “Of course, Brad.” she moves closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling when he hugs her waist, their wet chests touching and the smell of lavender gets even stronger, “You can count on me.”

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notanotherreidgirl · 3 years

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can i request a blurb where spencer and reader having an eye contact for too long that team had to clear their throat or like shake them to bringing them back to world? and also this eye comtact might cause rising sexual tension between them🥵🥵

hmm, i feel like i missed the mark on the sexual tension? if it's not sexy enough lmk and i'll try again (seriously, don't be shy just be like lanie that wasn't sexy at all and i'll try and fix it)

wc: 738

Warnings: exhibitionism (but not really at all, trust me)

“My heart is doing a weird thing,” you announced.

“What? Beating?” Spencer swiveled in his chair to face you, looking insufferably proud of himself.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” Your tone clearly conveying that you didn’t think he was being funny in the slightest. He pulled a face and got to his feet, closing the distance between you with one long stride which only made your heart beat faster. You really should have been better at hiding your feelings for Spencer. You were an FBI agent, for Christ's sake!

But you were a goner the moment you met, the quirky little wave he offered in lieu of a handshake immediately catching your interest. And maybe that would’ve been fine but you just couldn’t conduct yourself like an adult, making fun of him and trading petty insults for the past five months. In your defense Spencer didn’t behave much better, in fact, he was even worse than you - fond of pulling pranks and teasing you at every opportunity.

But your little game was very quickly getting out of hand - he had taken to sarcastically calling you pretty girl, you crashed his date with Penelope’s friend by hiring a mariachi band, he paid a visit to your mother and found out all your embarrassing childhood stories. And recently there was an undercurrent to every joke - double meanings and hidden glances that had your mind going haywire.

He gave you a condescending look as he perched himself on your desk. “It’s probably the 4 cups of coffee you just had. Please tell me you know that caffeine is a stimulant.”

“It’s not that, you idiot.” You were well-versed in your own caffeine addiction and unfortunately 4 cups before noon was just a regular Tuesday for you. “Here, feel it.”

You grabbed his hand and dropped it onto your chest. Perhaps landing a little more on your boob than heart but, oh well, you weren’t an expert on human physiology. “Oh uhm y-yeah. It’s beating a little fast. Have you -uh- were you doing any rigorous physical activity just now?”

“Hmmm, rigorous physical activity?” you asked, emphasizing the last three words. He flushed a deep red. For once, the resident genius didn’t have anything to say. You smirked. “No, I’ve just been sitting here. Next to you.”

“R-right yeah. Ok - uhm” he looked down at his hand, almost surprised to see it still on your chest but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his eyes met yours and you swore time stood still.

Was his face always this perfect? The strong line of his jaw contrasting his warm eyes, obscured by delicate lashes and framed with those expressive brows - always furrowing in concentration and arching in delight when he had something particularly interesting to share.

Meanwhile, Spencer’s mind was going a mile a minute. He knew he was staring and he knew he should stop but every time he thought to look away you drew him right back in. The loose strand of hair by your cheek - how he ached to tuck it behind your ear. The drumbeat of your heart under his hand - if only he could feel it against his own chest. The cupid’s bow of your lips - what he wouldn’t give to kiss you right there. His body moved of its own accord, leaning in closer and closer.

“Hey, Earth to Reid and Y/N!” Derek shook Spencer by the shoulder, effectively snapping you out of your reverie. He pointed up at Hotch’s office. “I don’t think the bossman’s gonna be too happy with the two of you groping each other in the office”

Emily snorted, burying her hands in her face to muffle her laughter and accepting a 20 dollar bill from JJ. Spencer’s flush deepened to a shade of crimson. “No, Derek - it’s - uh- we weren’t - this is not what it looks like”

“Save it, pretty boy. I knew you two would break eventually,” he called out over his shoulder, already on his way to Penelope’s batcave.

Spencer whirled back around to face you, panic written all over his face. You regarded him for a moment. The air between you was electricity and you could feel the rules of your little game changing into something far more interesting. You patted him on the leg, hand falling to his inner thigh mere inches from his center. "Don't worry, doc. I know what it is now and it's definitely not the caffeine"

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gloryofluv · 3 years

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How the First Four Brothers react to MC with ADHD

Due to my ADHD and knowing the severity of the highs and lows, here’s my take on the boys reacting to such a situation. First Four. Hope you like it.

Here’s the last three brothers and bonus additives!

Lucifer-

Would have found out through Diavolo but didn’t think much of it. His brothers were already ridiculous, it was going to be difficult to deal with a human let alone an idiot human. Cue the grumbling complaints prior to your arrival.

However, after meeting you and realizing you actually did seem to be less of a nitwit, he pays more attention. Fidgeting. Social anxiety that isn’t read in your face but body language. Variation of sleep and forgetfulness, but always so willing to keep trying harder to impress.

Well, that’s a delightful difference. Maybe he needed to understand this a bit better. He sits you down casually and finds a subtle way into the conversation. Maybe mentioning you seem quite talkative at times and tired at others.

Explaining it to him is easy, even if he doesn’t react. He may not fully understand your view, but he can sense it is a topic that makes you uncomfortable. Presses very little. No, instead, this demon will ask Barbatos for information. Probably in a way that might seem insulting. “The human seems to be lacking in a curricular front and I need information on their issue.”

Takes extra care once finding out specific issues and how to alleviate them. Maybe through suggestions. Asking Beelzebub if he’d seen the human eat today. Asking Satan to assist the human in their studies. Pulling every fucking string imaginable to make your life easier in the Devildom. After all, this has to be successful.

Your smile and less socially awkwardness helps too. He enjoys it and soon praise is a regular routine from him with little harsh critique at your failings. Watching you flourish summons feelings in his chest he hadn’t had in eons. He just wants to keep nurturing you… from a distance. Well, he’ll try from a distance.

Mammon-

ADHD boy himself. He hears about it from Satan and snorts it off. Fuck that. Stupid irregular human.

However, after meeting you, this baby boy is hooked. You talk fast when you’re happy, you randomly collect things that don’t make sense to others? Oh, you like to do impulsive shit too? Sign him up. Although it’s always gonna be his idea, no human could ever affect his decisions!

Soon you’re praising him. Patting him on the head when he helps you. Genuinely, you’re the nicest mess he’s ever met. Never bullying him. Always being supportive even if he fucks up. What the fuck? Did he just meet the love of his life? He could kiss you, but you know, you're human!

You never say no to his antics, but definitely don’t let him have everything he wants either. It’s so frustrating and sexy. No way, not sexy. Nope. Just annoying and he loves the way you have a list of things you ask yourself to remember before walking out the door.

You forgot your bag!? Hold on, he’ll get it. He does that a lot too. You forgot your water bottle? Not to worry puny human, the Great Mammon will get you one. You need help cleaning your room for a surprise inspection by Lucifer? Shit, let’s throw everything under the bed and forget it! None of it will matter anyway. That’s tomorrow’s problem.

What gets him the most. THE MOST. Is your sad moods. He gets them too. Instead of being a false ego and vocal, he’ll just crawl on the bed with you and listen to you talk. Cue puppy dog eyes and blushes. He will tell you stories of all the times he fucked up to make you feel less in your feels. Laugh with him and not at him, and he’s a goner.

All in all, he doesn’t get the specifics, but he understands YOU. He may gripe and moan, but this sweet boy will be your best friend, (Maybe more, ya know, if you want?) through the best and worst times. Just don’t tell him you don’t love him. Rejection like that would crush him as much as it does you.

Leviathan-

Oh geez. Another idiot normie with problems? Don’t sign him up to help.

Finds out you like video games because you get nervous around people and can hyper focus on them if they’re good? Welcome to becoming his best friend! He will encourage you to find ones you like from his vast collection. He will explain the details of their importance and potentially wreck you in competitive ones.

Totally relates to having a poor sleep schedule. Stays up all night with you on insomnia riddled ones with a fresh anime. Even if you’re not an okatu like him, he will explain the plot and offer his snacks.

Wants you to never leave his room. Don’t join the normies!!! They judge! Stay with the shut-in and have fun, p-please?

Realizes he probably has several of your problems after you physically stim by twirling your hair or sweater string for hours. Realizes it more when he has to remind you to drink because humans are weak.

Loves. Your. Praise. Won’t praise you back at first until your intimacy level is higher. However, he will always offer to buy you cool things that you couldn’t afford with your impulse buy list on Akuzon. Welcome to Levi’s ultra tight friend circle.

Doesn’t care an iota about your disorder, just knows you understand him and wants to keep you all to himself. Lucifer warned (threatened???) him several times not to hold the human hostage with snacks and video games as bait.

Satan-

ADHD. Ah, a human disorder. Immediately gets all the reading material he can find. Finds out that this is going to be an interesting experiment. Even more intrigued and doesn’t show it, but prepares for all the possible scenarios of how this could go in the Devildom.

When he meets you, he’s standoffish, but not unkind. He knows enough now to know it’s not personal that you don’t want to talk because of anxiety, even with demons. Takes mental notes of everything you do in the first couple of weeks. Sleep schedule, eating habits, hygiene. All the routines that make him your own personal stalker.

When he finally approaches you, it’s when you're huddled in the library at the bay window with the curtain surrounding you. He kindly asks you what you're doing and you say it’s to make you feel less overwhelmed. You have a project due and it’s your first one.

He offers help and a less loud place to do it so you both aren’t interrupted. That’s when he finally gets you alone to talk. While you're doing the project he mentions he’s been brushing up on ADHD. He also asks if he can continue to help you study if you want a companion, knowing it’s more difficult to focus alone.

He is the equivalent of your own personal trainer in a sense. He offers many avenues on how to handle the Devildom and even offers to tap into his contacts if you need anything. Starts to think of you as a cat. No shit. Pats your head when you do well. Makes sure you’re eating, reading, and overall happy.

You still can’t tell if he’s doing it because he’s continuing this odd research or because he wants to. However, even with his masked smile and standoffish nature, you still wheedle into his heart. He could never get angry at someone who just tries SO HARD to impress him.

Absolutely appreciates that you join him on pranks that have to do with Lucifer. That’s the only impulse he feeds. Well, that and you curling up with him and a book until you are snoozing against him. Yes, he strokes your hair like a cat and smiles.

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colossal-fallout · 3 years

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First time with Reiner Braun ❤

Fem X Reiner

This is a little different. I wrote it so you can insert yourself or an OC.

Warnings: NSFW. 18+ Smut and Fluff.

A/N: Slight Canon divergent as Cadets take place when they’re in their late teens/early twenties. Other than that, it’s all the same.

Reiner had been acting weird all day; but [Name] couldn’t really blame him.

The last time they were alone together, they’d ended up locking mouths in a steamy kiss. They hadn’t spoken about it since – they hadn’t really had the chance. Between training and having their classmates around it was a perfect cover to avoid a potentially awkward conversation. When Shadis announced that for this exam, they would be teamed up together, they had both internally groaned.

Well, it was going to happen eventually. They’d had another two years of training, they were bound to wind up alone together again at some point. They’d both made sure that during the entire hike, they didn’t let one silence befall the conversation, which would force them to talk about the inevitable subject of their heated kiss.

It was quite comical, actually.

Constant talking either about their task, their friends or at one point even pondered and speculated if a person got a sunburn in front of a cannibal; would the cannibal start watering at the mouth?

Anything to not talk about the kiss.

It’d been a whole week since the incident and it wasn’t like they didn’t want to address it. They just didn’t want to know the others thought on the matter. They’d both had serious reservations about it; they were totally focused on training and not fooling around.

And yet...

The kiss only fanned the flames of the huge crush Reiner has had on her since day one. The crush that, over the last thirteen months, had developed into something a lot deeper.

He’d kill for her.

He thought about that only earlier when she made a joke about something and it really tickled him to the core; resulting in a loud belly laugh. So, when the sun was starting to set and they had found a good place to camp for the night... that was when things would inevitably go south.

“Hey Ba- uh, [Name] ?” Reiner called out in a chilled horror. Not only from the slip of the tongue, but also what he had discovered in their shared backpack.

[Name] was only a few feet away, starting a campfire when a small laugh left her sweet lips.

“Did you almost call me Bertolt?”

No. I almost called you “babe”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. But we have a problem.”

“What is it?” she frowned, heading over.

He pulled a large, folded bit of material out of the pack.

“...We only have one tent.”

She looked at him like he spoke another language.

“So? It’s not the first time we’ve had to share a tent with a partner during training. I had to share one with Jean last year.”

I bet Jean would have loved that...

It was a running joke amongst the men about when they had to share sleeping quarters with the women, and how they’d lie on the very edge, all limbs tucked in and never once touching them for fear of a testosterone induced erection.

“Yeah, but I’m a big guy.” He lied, not once being concerned about that at all.

“Get over yourself.” She chuckled, nudging him playfully as she returned to what she was doing.

Reiner solemnly obeyed and began to set up the tent, his frown pulling at his face the entire time. He will not get any sleep – being so close to... her. Alone... Miles away from anyone.

After they’d kissed.

He swallowed hard as he fumbled with the poles, wanting to be out of this situation.

Reiner Braun was desperately in love with this woman and he was supposed to be keeping away. If they kiss again, he’s a total goner. There would be no way he could reject her if she reciprocated his feelings even in the slightest. Luckily, their kiss had been interrupted so he didn’t know how she truly felt. He thought that if he never knew, it’s a problem he would never have to face.

His fingers clumsily began to fix things together; [Name] already having the fire going and preparing dinner.

His eyes almost began to water at the thought that he was about to get her famous, amazing cooking.

Sasha had been furious he was paired with her.

His chest tightened and his head became fuzzy. He wished he didn’t have to be in such a complicated situation; he would just ask her to marry him already.

“You need help?” her voice called over after he dropped the pole fixtures for the third time.

“Huh? Uh, no I got it.” He wavered a hand dismissively without turning around.

What the hell am I going to do? He panics in silence.

Eventually the sun had set and the tent was erected, the two of them sitting by the fire after they’d eaten. The warm orange glow of the flames encased them cosily as Reiner sat back and patted his stomach in awe.

“Amazing. As always.” He smiled. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” She beamed beautifully.

Surrounded by the trees under the stars and being embraced by the warm glow of the flames; [Name] now began to feel weird about their intimate moment they’d had. It wasn’t very often they had time alone and her feelings for him remained the same since.

They sat back, gazing up at the stars in a comfortable silence.

“It feels like we haven’t stargazed in forever.” [Name] commented quietly. “I bet Marco is looking at them now too.”

“Yeah, he will be.” Reiner marvelled.

Another silence.

He noticed she had been pretty quiet since they began relaxing by the fire.

[Name] was wondering why he hadn’t mentioned the kiss. He’d had plenty of time now.

Maybe he regrets it?

She bit her lip at the thought, her eyes lowering to the flames sadly. God, he’d grown on her a hell of a lot and she resented that fact. It hurt to think he didn’t feel the same.

Reiner noticed this.

Shit, she looks sad. Is it because he hadn’t mentioned the kiss? Should he ask her? There’s no way he would ever stand for her feeling down, let alone because of him.

What the hell should I do?!

His brain hurt. More so, his heart.

She flinched a little in surprise when he slowly creeped his hand across the ground and intentionally skimmed his skin across her fingers. He didn’t look at her though. It was his way of sending an impossible telepathic message of; Don’t be sad. I can’t say it but God, I love you.

She, however, assumed it was an accident.

Ah hell. I’m going to have to mention it. I can’t see her feeling down.

He took a deep breath.

“You alright? You look a little down.” His usual façade of serious, concerned solider coming out.

“Oh? I’m fine.” She lied.

He knew she was lying. He knew her too well.

“It looks like it’s going to rain though.” She noticed the thick clouds that were rolling in, beginning to block their view of the stars. “We should get some sleep.”

“R-right.” Reiner nodded, deflated.

He didn’t know what he expected. His heart, body and soul ached for her lips against his again, but his mind screamed to stop being an idiot.

As she went inside to get ready for bed, he stood and began to snuff out the flames of the fire, along with any hope he’d had of being with the woman he was so desperately in love with.

----

Sure enough, as they lay facing away from one another, the sounds of soft pattering began to tap the tent above their heads. They lay back-to-back with as big of a gap between them as possible; what the small tent would allow anyway. Reiner’s arms were tucked up around his chest and his eyes were wide.

[Name] had her limbs tucked away too but that was for a different reason – as always when she camped out, she was freezing. It didn’t matter the season. As soon as that sun sank below the horizon, her body temperature would drop.

Reiner on the other hand was like a big insulated heater, sleeping in just his underwear under his sleeping bag. His heart thudded harshly against his large chest.

She’s just there! Kiss her! Talk to her! Tell her how you feel...

He’d been close to telling her a few times over the course of the last month or so. He couldn’t help it. Even before they shared that kiss, his feelings would bubble up to the surface and almost spew out of his mouth. He’d always managed to stop himself though, although it was getting increasingly more difficult each time.

She was just so... perfect.

Not only was she extremely attractive and half of his classmates wanted her, but she was strong. Smart. Funny. Caring... His eyes closed in a frown as he listed the endless attributes he loved about her in his head. He was fighting a losing battle, and he knew it.

Bertolt. Annie. Marcel. I’m sorry. I tried... I really did.

He glanced back and that’s when he noticed her curled up in a ball, shivering.

His eyebrows furrowed. “...You cold?”

“Y-yeah.”

He instantly turned onto his side to face her, his sleeping bag rustling against the fabric of the tent.

“You should have said something. ‘C mere.”

With a sigh he sat up and began unzipping her sleeping bag.

“What are you doing?” her teeth chatted.

“Helping you warm up. I doubt you wanna get sick and miss training.”

She averted her eyes away from him when he unzipped his bag and fastened them together into a double. She knew he slept in his shorts.

Her breath caught in her throat when he wrapped his big, strong arms around her and pulled her back against his warm chest, heat rolling off him and encasing her like a huge bear was holding her. His scent rolled off him and embraced her sense of smell, relaxing her immediately.

He kept his pelvis away from her, his manhood already stirring awake and he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable.

“T-thank you.” She whispered, still trembling.

“Don’t mention it.” He sighed, silently kicking himself.

I definitely won’t be getting any sleep now.

Her heart almost stopped when his head rested and lay between her neck and shoulder, his hot breath blanketing her skin. Rushes of unexpected heat ran down her body to in-between her legs and seemed to just pool there.

His brows furrowed behind her; inhaling her intoxicating scent silently.

Although he was trying his hardest not to brush his hips against her, he still felt so comfortable having her in his arms like this, like she was supposed to be in them. He was meant to protect her. To care for her. To love her.

His mind fluttered back to how he’d almost told her he loved her before. He’d hinted so hard but she just looked at him like he was crazy, not understanding what he was trying to tell her. When he was around [Name], it was like all of his troubles just melted away. Colours seemed brighter, his worries were brushed aside and life was just... amazing. She made him laugh, he could tell her anything (almost) and she always knew what to say to make him feel better after a particularly rough day. But to him, the best part of it all was how excited she got him for the future. One that was bleak and full of sorrow was spun upside down and into a promising one, brimming with all possibilities.

“I have something to tell you.” He said softly, not able to stop himself this time.

Maybe it was being this close to her that sent him over the edge. Or maybe it made it easier that she was facing away from him.

“Hm?” she hummed softly; her eyes closed and enjoying the warm embrace.

“...I love you.”

That was it. It was out.

There was no way to suck those words back into his lungs.

The tense, pregnant silence within the tent was only filled by the light tapping of the rain against the material that covered them.

He felt her tense in surprise, her eyes flying open.

She swivelled around to face him, her eyes searching his narrow golden orbs for any sign of deception.

But there wasn’t any.

A crimson flush washed over his cheeks.

“I... I mean, you know –” he began before she silenced him by pressing her lips against his.

Both of their eyebrows pulled back as if pleading above closed eyes, his hand cupping her face, thrilled to be kissing her once more.

She pulled away, her own pink hue colouring her face.

“You... Love me?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet.

He pressed his head against hers, closing his eyes and nodding.

“ [Name] , I’m crazy about you.” He whispered in honesty. “I always have been.”

“...How crazy?” she teased, trying to tear away any awkwardness or negative feelings in his confession.

He smirked. She knows just how to make him comfortable.

He grinned slyly, looking in her eyes.

“Oh, absolutely insane. I should be getting carted away to the asylum, with Sasha and her potatoes behind me.”

She laughed beautifully, her heart swelling with joy. Even from that dumb little exchange, confirmed to her that she definitely felt the same.

“So, you don’t regret that kiss...? Last week?”

“Of course not.” He replied, eyes returning to a desperate pleading. “I was just having a hard time accepting that I’ve come to cadets to be a soldier and.... Ended up meeting the woman I wanna marry.”

Every word that left his lips felt like a warm pleasant jab to her heart.

“You... Wanna marry me?” She whispers, totally blown away from the intensity of this confession.

“I do.” He admitted shyly. “You don’t deserve anything less. It’s just how I feel... Sorry”

“You know...” she whispered shyly. “It’s more efficient to share body heat when you’re both naked.”

His eyes enlarged and breath caught in his throat.

“That’s if... You’d want to.” She added adorably.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, praying she would say yes.

She nodded in reply.

“I want you, Reiner.” She breathed. “I love you too. I want... you to make me yours. I want to be yours.”

Reiner was bombarded with emotion.

Elation. Excitement. Arousal.

Not to mention he was beginning to wonder if this were a dream. If he were going to cruelly wake up next to Bertolt and his weird sleeping positions.

There’d been countless times he’s imagined her utter those words in his head; sometimes while stroking his own cock.

He’d lost count how many times he’d furiously tugged himself while she occupied his mind. But as his feelings for her deepened, it became less and less so; guilt always creeping into his conscience. He just respected her too much.

He propped himself up on his elbow, running his now trembling fingers through her hair.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He breathes.

“You won’t.” She shook her head. “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to, I under –”

He put his arms under the sleeping bag with great speed and shuffled a little, before pulling his shorts out and throwing them to the side.

She let out a laugh when he returned to his original position with haste.

He returned her laugh, rubbing his nose against hers.

“Okay...” she muttered shyly. “Look over there for a moment”

He turned around obediently as she began to nervously undress under the now warm sleeping bag.

All he could hear under the movement of her undressing herself was his heart pounding in his head.

There’s no way this is real and happening.

His cock was already hard at the thought of her undressing inches away from him. His previous reservations about being teamed up with her were quickly washed away as she threw her clothes to the side, before nestling back down and hiding under the cover.

“Alright... You can come back.” She informs him.

At the speed of a firing bullet, he turned back around; painfully keeping his eyes glued to hers.

His arm flinched, about to pull her back into his embrace but he hesitated.

“Are... you sure?” He asked again, not able to believe the situation.

“Yes.” She giggled, nervously.

His eyes enlarged and jaw slackened when he felt her satin soft skin against his, her bare breasts pressing against his hard chest and her lower stomach and groin against his solid erection.

A gasp parted her lips as she felt, not only how hard he was, but how big.

His arms snaked around her, his narrow orbs keeping their gaze onto her orbs as he pulled her now naked form against his.

“R-Reiner...” she couldn’t help but stammer, her face heating up as well as her insides.

A pink hue raises over his cheeks, not having really thought through the situation. He was nervous. He was excited. He was close to hyperventilating.

Her lips softly press against Reiner’s once more, her fingers grazing across his scalp, her breathing heavy and needing.

His arm snakes around her stomach, his brow pulled down and creased while his nose pushes out a blow of air, his heart hammering and his cock leaking with pre-cum. She could feel it weeping against her flesh as it throbbed and danced against her lower stomach.

She pulls back for a moment; “Reiner. Only take me if you’re going to cherish me. This won’t be a one time thing for me...”

He catches her gaze, lips parted and eyes still hungry. “Of course. I meant what I said.”

She smiles - elated at his words as she returns her kiss, her hands roaming his ridged, solid muscles.

His mouth moves down to her neck, slow and tender kisses - each one sending jolts of searing hot electric through her entirety. Reiner’s breath is deep; quivering and panting as he tries to hold back his eagerness and excitement.

“I’ve wanted you for so long...” He groans, his large palm pushing her arm above her head as he hovers over her a little, his fingers interlocking with her own, still kissing her deeply.

The pink hue across his face was deepening to more of a crimson, his eyes heavy lidded and jaw slack the entire time. The way he kisses her is with such compassion, such tenderness. He grazes his large nose against hers, hands caress her hair as he keeps himself steady over her, before gingerly rolling on top of her completely, keeping himself suspended with his forearms.

He made sure every single graze, every grope was as gentle as possible - afraid of his lumbering huge form would somehow break her as they explored one another’s bodies, their tongues entwining in a slow dance within their mouths. Deep, short groans vibrated his throat and chest from time to time, and not once did that furrowed look of desperation leave his face.

The only sounds that could be heard was their kisses, whines and groans as well as their laboured breath and the pattering of rain against the tent.

He suddenly stops their kiss, placing his head against hers and rubbing his large thumb across her cheek, back and forth.

“I’m happy to just do this.” He breathes, wanting to prove to her that he really was just so happy she felt the same. “We don’t have to do anything else.”

“I want to...” She replies, the snake coiled within her wrapped far too tightly to be ignored now. “I want you to make me yours. That’s...if you’d like.”

He nods - returning his kiss, his top lip folding as his lusted haze results in him missing his mark slightly. God it was hard for him not to touch her between her legs. But he’s a gentleman. He didn’t want to unless he knew one hundred per cent that she was sure.

Taking his fingertips, he nervously and slowly grazes them down her stomach to her pubic bone, pausing before taking a leap of courage - his calloused pads grazing down her clitoris and to her soaked lips.

They both gasp at the sensation. The feeling of his warm, large fingers against her most intimate area was indescribable. And for him, her thick slick was heavenly.

“Is this all for me...?” He whispers in awe and disbelief, his shoulder flexing with his movements as he continues to slowly stroke her.

She nods, biting her lip.

“Sh~~~it.” He swallows hard, eyes closing for a moment before returning to hers. “It’s my first time. I won’t last long.”

“I don’t care.” She groans, pulling him by his head for another deep kiss.

As much as he wanted to enter her, he refused to allow himself. Instead his lips trail down her body, her eyes locked onto his broad back flexing with every tiny movement as his head moves, his lips connecting with every inch of skin it could find - his hands gently rubbing and massaging - memorising every single gasp from her mouth. Every hitch of breath. He would remember where he’d been when she made those noises and made sure he damn well took it all in.

“Reiner, I can’t take it.” She eventually moans, writhing beneath him, fingers running through her own hair. “I need you. Please...”

He instantly returns to her face, cupping it and his muscular back hunches - his free hand grabbing the large base of his shaft.

“You ready for me, baby?” He breathes.

She nods.

He lines up his gleaming head before pushing gently, her tiny entrance being invaded by him as he hisses, her back bending with a loud moan.

“ [Name]...” He whimpers, totally overwhelmed both with physical stimulation and emotion.

He pushes again, a little firmer his head popping in past the first hurtle.

“You okay?” He asks, sounding like he’s just finished sprinting a whole cross-country race.

“Yeah...”

He pushes again, her tight insides slowly ingesting him like a snake with a large meal - her ridges massaging him as they spasm with glee around him - his moans now a lot louder than before as he jitters to a stop at the hilt.

“Fuck...” His tone sounds like he’s about to burst into tears as he slowly starts to pull out and slide back in again.

The full feeling of Reiner Braun was better than ecstasy, his girth pushing and stretching her, his cock bending up slightly at the tip, already pushing against her g-spot as he trembles above her. With each slow thrust, her pleasure was pushed to an impossible new high, her nails sinking into his large back as she clung onto him for dear life - tears pooling at the corners of her orbs from how amazing it all felt. Like the only two people in the world were her and him, souls connected and swirling around the cosmos in the eternal dance of lovers.

“I can’t... Reiner. It’s too good.” She sobs, her insides now pulling in a rhythm as her coil tightens more and more. “I’m going...”

“Oh, baby...” He groans, eyes rolling as he plunges a little faster. “Me too. It feels so - n’urgh. So good...”

“Reiner!” She sobs hysterically as she snaps, coming undone around him as her legs tremble and head throws back.

As she unravels around him, her name leaves his lips over and over and over again, each time louder than the last as his thick and large cumshot explodes inside of her, his atomic detonation causing mass devastation as his legs quiver, eyes cross and even a bit of drool hangs from his mouth.

You are one special person to capture Reiner’s affections while he held such high walls around his heart for reasons not yet known to you. But you managed it, and god is it such a beautiful thing.

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imagine-that · 3 years

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Gone

Pairing: Alex Karev x reader

Warnings: ANGST! Mentions of abandonment, spoilers for season 16 episode 16

Your heart pounded against your chest as you opened the crisply folded letter with shaking fingers.

You could still remember the last time you spoke to him, the last words you shared. You were so scared he was hurt or dead or something in the past week. The letter was a relief but the idea of getting that instead of his typical lengths of communication like a text or phone call was unnerving.

“Dr y/l/n?” You heard Owen calling to you but your ears were ringing too strongly to focus on his words.

You were on his service for the day but this was immediately trumping any form of work you were supposed to be getting to.

“Y/n,

I’m not good with words. I never have been, as I know you know. So I’m just going to start out with it. I’m not beating around the bush on this one. I am in Kansas with Izzie. I know it may come as a shock or betrayal or something like that but it’s the truth. When I was reaching out to people for Mer’s hearing, I called her. A little girl answered and I had no idea why. It didn’t register at first. But then she gave Izzie the phone. Izzie was shocked to hear from me but she quickly told me about our kids. Ours. I’m a father. I never realized how much I wanted that until it was a reality. I went out here to meet them and I just can’t bring myself to leave them or to come back. The minute I looked at those big brown eyes of my little boy, I was a goner. I will always love you, more than you could possibly ever know. You’re the greatest love of my life and for that I will always thank you. I wish it didn’t have to go like this. It shouldn’t go like this. You’ve been there for me since the Dr Evil Spawn days and I’m a shit guy for not being able to say the same. I’ve left my share of the hospital and my seat on the board in your name. I know that can’t make up for this but it’s the best I’ve got. I love you. But I’m still in love with Izzie. I hope someday you’ll forgive me. I hope someday you’ll be happier than I ever could’ve possibly made you.

Alex.”

You drop the letter on the table, your eyes glistening with unshed tears, your hand covering your open mouth as a small sob escapes.

You felt more naive than ever, thinking he was just visiting his mom. Thinking he was coming back for you, coming back TO you. Your mind swirled with random things you might’ve missed, that he might’ve done or said that could tip you off.

“Y/l/n!” Hunt repeated louder, bringing you back to your senses.

“What?!” You snap, turning your tearful gaze to him.

“Are you ready to prep for our surgery or not goddamnit?” He demands. You jump out of your chair, no longer feeling like you can stay sitting down.

“No I’m not.” You mutter, running your hands through your hair.

“Did you just say you’re unprepared for a surgery we’ve had on the board since yesterday y/l/n?!” He asks, bewildered by your response.

“Yes, yes I did! And before you say anything more on the subject, it isn’t because I didn’t study long and hard or because I got drunk last night and am hungover because I’m not! It’s because I just found out my boyfriend, the absolute love of my fucking life is gone! He left me for his ex and her secret kids! I am officially alone and I can’t bear it, I can’t even breathe! The one person who matters to me is gone, without so much as a proper goodbye! So ask someone else to scrub in just this one time, for the patients sake and my own Hunt.” You cry out, your eyes stinging with tears.

He reaches over to comfort you, unsure what else to do but you hold out your hands to stop him.

“Focus on the patient Hunt. She needs you more than I do.” You instruct, blinking away the tears to try and lower his concern.

He takes a moment but finally he leaves, making sure the door shuts behind him for you.

As you hear the hinges settle, you fall the the floor in an emotional fit. Your hands rest on your head, running through your hair. The room is silent, all except for your loud sobbing.

You hiccup, trying to catch your breath, trying to find the will to get up and get back to anything.

Soon, the door opens and you gasp for air, trying to regain calmness for whoever it was.

“Save the acting job y/l/n, I just read a letter from Alex Karev handing in his resignation and came right down here. Get over here.” Bailey orders, holding her arms wide open.

You scramble to your feet, not wasting any time in getting into her hug. She holds you, rubbing your back soothingly as you cry into her shoulder.

“He-he said he’d never- never leave me.” You stammer between hiccups. “He- he promised me!” You sob, letting all your unsaid words fall out of your mouth for Bailey to hear.

“I know y/n, I know.” She says, patting down your hair.

You start to catch your breath a bit, pulling away from her and crossing your arms over your chest.

“I kind of made a mess of your sweater, I’m so sorry chief Bailey.” You mutter, staring down at your simple white shoes in shame.

“Oh please, it can be washed. You feel free to let it all out if you need to.” She dismisses, smiling sadly at you.

Suddenly your pager buzzed. With a sniffle, you checked it quickly and pulled your hair back, quickly blowing your nose and wiping your eyes afterwards.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Bailey asks, eyeing you.

“That was Dr Hunt, he needs me down in the pit while he’s in surgery.” You explain, sniffling a little more.

“Oh no. Nuh uh. You’ll send an intern for that. I’m calling Wilson up here and she’s going to take you home.” She orders.

“Bailey, I’m fine. Really.” You promise her but you both know you’re lying.

“No.” She says sternly. “Stay here!” She orders, walking out into the hallway.

It doesn’t take her long to spot Jo walking down the hall. She brings her in to the room and shuts the door.

“I trust you’ll be very, VERY discreet with this Wilson.” She warns, walking off to order someone else around.

“What’s happening?” Jo asks, obviously very confused.

Too tired and emotionally distraught to explain, you simply point at the letter laying on the table.

She skims it over and without a word, envelopes you in a strong hug.

“Wilson, I can’t breathe.” You sigh quietly.

“Sorry. It’s just- you two were perfect together. You were the perfect example of a healthy, happy couple. I thought- everyone thought you two were soulmates.” She rambles.

“Well everyone thought wrong, he loves someone else. Would you please drive me ho- to Avery’s? I just- I can’t be at home right now. I can hardly call that place home without him...” You plead, getting teary eyes all over again.

“Of course! Let’s go, I just have to change out of my scrubs. You probably should too.” She suggests but you shake your head.

The clothes you’d worn to work that day held memories. Alex had given you the shirt for your Christmas present a few years ago when he’d been too stupid to think of something meaningful. The shoes were ones you’d worn on your first official date. The jeans were the ones you’d worn the first day of intern year, the first day you’d met him.

There was no possible way you could put any of them on without your entire body aching and longing for his touch.

“Ok, ok. I’ll meet you in the lobby. Just one second.” She orders, leaving the room.

You stand there for a moment, hugging your arms around yourself.

When Jo returns, Avery’s with her.

“What is it y/n, I was about to head into a surgery.” He says impatiently.

You give Jo a tired warning look, to which she responds with a sympathetic, sad smile.

“Alex left. He isn’t coming back.” You sigh hoarsely.

He looks completely shocked, blinking at you for a second.

“Are- are you ok? What do you need?” He asks, rushing to your side.

“I’m fine just- is it ok if I stay at yours?” You ask, biting down on your thumbnail absentmindedly.

“Of course! Stay as long as you need, you have a key right?” He says, looking even more concerned than before. You simply nod.

“I’m gonna give y/n a ride over there then but could you go down to the lobby with him/her/them and just stay there while I change? No one should have to be alone if something like this happens.” Jo explains.

You numbly grab your pager off the table along with the letter and follow Avery down to the lockers where you quickly grab your things, barely glancing at them as you do so.

He leads the way to the lobby wearily, acting far over protective of you.

You stand in silence staring at your shoes, practically enough to burn holes into them. Few people try to stop and ask questions but when they do, Jackson puts a stop to it with a simple look.

Soon Jo rejoins you and takes your arm, leading you to her car in the parking lot. Avery says goodbye but you don’t respond, too scared to speak.

You sit in the passenger seat and stare out the window at the Seattle night scene, feeling more empty than you ever had in your entire life.

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6 months later...

You wearily let your knuckle tap the door a few times, fidgeting with your bare right ring finger. Not long ago, a silver ring had a place there. Not long ago, the person who presented you with that ring had his arms around you, smiling softly at you. That smile continued to haunt your dreams, your mind, your everything.

Maybe what you were doing was a bad idea. You knew that. But you needed it. It was like an itch, you couldn’t not scratch it.

A perky looking blonde opened the door and you didn’t even have to look at her to know who it was. Her long hair was in a perfect ponytail, she wore an apron covered in flour and had a little girl attached to her leg.

“Hi, how can I help you?” She asked with a friendly smile.

“Izzie I presume?” You say, gritting your teeth and cursing yourself for your idiotic decision to come out here.

“Yes? Do I know you?” She asks, clearly puzzled.

“No I guess not. I uh... I started at Grey-Sloan the same year as you. As an intern.” You explain vaguely, feeling too cowardly to go any deeper into detail.

The little girl peers up at you, clearly very curious. It’s enough to make you want to run away, never look back.

“Alexis honey, go find daddy and tell him he has a visitor.” She tells the small girl. She nods up to her, running off with a big smile.

The blonde eyes you up and down and you nervously rub your hand up and down your arm, trying to figure out what to do with your hands.

“Izzie who’s at the do-.” A painfully familiar voice starts, his mouth agape as your eyes meet.

“Hi.” You say sheepishly.

“Y/n...” He says, more like a statement than anything else.

“Daddy who’s your friend? She’s/he’s/they’re real pretty.” The little girl says with a shy grin.

You smile at her a bit, trying to keep from crying again.

“Thank you. So are you.” You reply with a forced smile.

“Kids go with your mom and help her with the cookies. Daddy and his friend need to talk.” Alex says, his eyes never leaving your face.

Izzie watches you both for a moment, hesitant to leave you alone until Alex gives her a pleading look and she takes each kid into their extravagant kitchen.

“Let’s um... let’s go and talk outside.” He suggests, rubbing the back of his neck. You don’t say another word and you follow him out to the yard, sitting down with him.

“How did you even find out where I live?” He asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence.

“Well, I first considered paying a PI to track you down. I wanted to make you feel even a fraction of what I felt.” You admit honestly.

He nods but completely avoids all eye contact.

“But then Meredith told me you gave her the address in your letter to her. That you invited her to meet your kids.” You add, kicking your feet around to distract yourself.

“Those letters must’ve arrived pretty late, I sent them over 6 months ago.” He mutters, biting at his index finger.

“No... they got there then. I just- I couldn’t bring myself to come out here and make a damn fool of myself.” You respond, biting your bottom lip. “Kind of like I’m doing now.” You add under your breath.

“Y/n, why are you here?” He asks, finally meeting your eyes with his own.

“Well evil spawn,” you start off and he does the half grin that makes your head spin every time, even now. “I had to see you. I had to see what it was you- you left me for.” You admit with a gulp.

“Y/n-“ he says but you shake your head.

“No. Let me finish. Please.” You whisper, your eyes watering again. He nods for you to proceed. “When I met you, that first day of intern year, you were a complete ass. Charming, funny but a complete ass. I got to know you and I fell for you, fell hard. My heart practically beat just for you. When you left... I was devastated. I didn’t know how I could live. I didn’t know how I could do what I love and work with all these kids, some of which you treated their entire lives.” You explain.

“Y/n I never meant to hurt you.” He promises, gulping down a lump in his throat.

“Don’t you think I know that?” You ask with a sad laugh. “God, I know you would never mean to. But I just- we have this... this story. I loved you. I loved you with everything I had and I just- your shares and your seat don’t make up for those years of love and memories I have. That WE have.” You say, tears streaming down your face.

“I remember the first time we were in the on call room together and you were already asleep and I came in and turned on the lights and you were so angry until you looked up and saw it was me. You started flirting, suggesting we share a bed to keep room for other Doctors. You actually fell off that bunk and said ‘guess I really fell for you huh’. That was the first day you made me smile the way you always did. It was the first time I took any kind of liking to you whatsoever.” You go on, smiling sadly at the past.

“I remember that. I had a bump on my damn head for weeks but it was worth the headache to see you smile like that at me. Because of me.” He chuckles.

“Yeah. I know, you kept trying to tell people it was because I was a freak in bed.” You roll your eyes at the thought that the man in front of you would ever say something like that.

“Anyway, my point is that I have all these great memories and experiences. But they’re all tainted with this one thing.” You sigh, staring at the gravel road.

“I’m not in love with Izzie.” He blurts, making your head shoot up to face him. “I don’t... I don’t know why I said I was in that letter. I think it was just to make it hurt so you wouldn’t hunt me down.” He continues.

“You always have liked keeping people at arms length.” You murmur.

“That’s not fair, you know it isn’t.” He exclaims in defence.

“I don’t even know what fair is anymore Alex! You took that from me too when you left!” You cry back. “You left me! You took off, taking everything of me with you. My dignity included. I cried, no I sobbed in front of Miranda Bailey, my boss! I cried in front of her and all over her scrubs! I can’t even enter my own home! It’s been 6 whole months but I can’t bring myself to go back in that loft because it will drown me and I won’t be able to come up for air Alex!” You shout.

He looks to the ground, keeping his distance and not speaking.

“And Alex? That feeling? It hurts. It hurts so damn much, I ache all over trying to control it, trying to stop it. My body, my heart, everything aches for you even now and I can’t do a thing about it.” You continue, too worked up to stop.

“You left me stranded with not so much as a proper goodbye. THAT is why I am here. I need at least some fraction of myself back.” You say quietly.

“I love you y/n. Like I said in the letter, I always will.” He says sheepishly, pursing his lips as he stares down the ground.

“What, you think that letter of all things helps me or even helps you? It doesn’t.” You mumble.

“What else do I say exactly. That I miss you? Because I do. I miss you like crazy. But I can’t- I cannot leave my kids.” He sighs.

“I’m not asking you to. I’m not asking you to come back either. I’m not asking for anything. I just needed to say SOMETHING to you. I needed this for myself. It might be selfish or stupid considering you didn’t give me permission to come here like you did for Mer but I honestly don’t care.” You rant.

“Y/n, you’re kidding me right? I’m the selfish one here! I’m the one who made an idiot of myself, leaving the people I know, the people I love for this.” He exclaims, hand running down his head. “I mean I love those kids with everything I’ve got but I don’t belong here. I’ve tried to make it work with her but it’s become even more abundantly clear that she and I never have and never will work.” He admits.

You look at him, wide eyes, taking in everything he just said. You could feel yourself trying to resist him, trying to ignore the way he still looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

“I should’ve never left.” He mutters, head in his hands.

“Alex-.” You start, not wanting to hear the words you knew he would say, that you know would make you weak in the knees.

“No y/n, for real. It was stupid of me to think I could just abandon everything I cared about to move here.” He mutters, running his hand down his jawline.

You sit in silence for a moment, trying to process.

“You’re right. It was stupid.” You agree, avoiding his eyes. “But it’s a little late now. You have kids Alex. They... they depend on you. You can’t just leave that.” You say with a sad smile his way.

“I wouldn’t have to! The kids, they would love Seattle. And everyone there would love them! Not to mention, they would absolutely adore you y/n. Just like I do.” He says excitedly.

“Alex... Something tells me that Izzie would never be ok with that. And we both know with your situation she would win a custody battle. Not to mention the fact that you shouldn’t put them through that in the first place.” You argue.

“God, you’re right. You’re always right y/n. It’s annoying how much you’re right about things.” He groans.

You laugh a bit, getting to your feet.

“And it’s funny how wrong but cocky you always are.” You counter, giving him a goofy smile.

“I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed seeing that smile until you were already thoroughly pissed at me.” He laughs.

“I was not THOROUGHLY pissed at you...” You say and he raises an eyebrow.

“That’s not what Mer told me.” He teases and you blush pink.

“Fine I was practically throwing darts at your picture. But I got over it. Eventually.” You grumble

He nods, clearly understanding why you would have been angry. You already knew him well enough to know he would be just as angry at himself as you were.

“You know the reason I didn’t give you the address right?” He asks suddenly, his head bolting up out of his hands. You shake your head no and he starts to chuckle a bit, the half grin spread across his face. “I uh... I already knew that if I did, you would storm your way down here to yell at me and I would’ve taken one look into those big, beautiful y/e/c eyes of yours, I would never be able to stay here. I should’ve known this was a bad idea from just that alone. I’m in love with YOU. Izzie may be the mother of my children but you are the love of my life. I wish I’d never left you.” He reveals.

“I really mean that much to you Karev?” You ask, biting at your lip unsurely.

He looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind. “Of course you do y/n. You always have and I already know you always will. You’re my world, even now. Just the idea of you moving on drives me insane, no matter how selfish it is for me to say.” He rants.

This time, you can’t control your emotions or your movements. You go up to him and grab him gently by the back of his neck, pulling him in and smashing your lips on his. He immediately gives in, grabbing at your back and pulling you even closer, as though he was scared to let go.

You pull away, stopping yourself and him from going any further.

“I’d say that was the most proper our kind of goodbye could get.” You say quietly, touching a finger to your lips as you slowly step backwards, moving away from Alex.

“Y/n!” He tries to stop you but you’re already on a sprint down the driveway, not wanting to mess things up for his family anymore than you felt you already had.

And with that, you ran from the love of your life, not even looking back to see if he was chasing you this time or not.

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idyllicbunny · 3 years

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Hide and Seek | Chapter One | G.W

"Mr Weasley, care to share what is so intriguing that you can't be bothered to listen to what might be on your N.E.W.T.S?" Snape snapped irritatedly.

George shot the professor a wink before leaning back into his chair.

"Professor I apologise but I can't help it if you're rather large snout-"

"George" Elirah hissed smacking his arm. "Don't even think of finishing that sentence!" She turned to the seething professor.

"Sir, please accept my apology on behalf of George. He doesn't know what he was saying if we could just go back to going over the spec content-"

"Lirah please it's not my fault his snozzer is big that its a distraction to my learning. I should really speak to Dumbledore about it." Elirah winced as Snape abruptly stood.

"Get out my classroom.. NOW" George shot her a wink before walking out the classroom.

Elirah turned to Fred who sat there holding back his laughter. She scowled at him throwing her quill at him.

"It's not funny!" He chuckles before sliding into the seat that George just vacated.

"It kinda is didn't think the he had it in him." Elirah raises her eyebrow at him as he waited for Snape to continue with the lesson before turning back to her.

"He's never been sent out before. So we made a list of all the things we have yet to do in Hogwarts before we leave." He smiled proudly.

"You dimwitted, good for nothing idiots!" Elirah whisper shouted. Fred's eyes widened as she reached for the potions book and began hitting him with it repeatedly.

"Ouch Lirah stop it oww Elirah!" Fred cried. She threw the book onto the desk before crossing her arms glaring at the flushed boy.

"If you can't take me simply patting you with a book what do you think your mum's going to do when she receives an owl from Snape about today!"

Fred felt the blood drain from his face at the mention of his mum.

"Oh shit!"

"Yeah exactly George is going to be slaughtered because you airheads didn't think this through!."

"It still baffles me how you irritable brats were able to befriend Miss Amare!"

Elirah and Fred jumped as Snape leaned down from behind them looking over their parchment.

"Merlin I think I just had a heart attack" Fred said clutching his chest.

"Didn't feel good did it Fredrick maybe keep that in mind when you and your other half decide to go on your childish rampages with Peeves." Snape grumbles before shooting Elirah a small smile.

"Keep up the good work Miss Amare!" Fred gapes as he walks off.

"I still don't understand how you are his favourite student"

Elirah grins at him pinching his cheeks.

"Is someone jealous?" He pouts leaning into her touch.

“Stop bragging" she shakes her head gathering her things making her way out.

"Come on let's see where your not so better half has wandered off to."

They make their way out with Lee and Angelina.

"So what was that all about?" Angelina asked smiling as she linked her arm with Elirah's.

She rolls her eyes explaining the situation to which Angelina shook her head.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Hey in our defence we literally thought of this before we went to sleep okay!" Fred said linking his arm into Angie's.

"Well I'm not going to just walk alone." Lee mumbled wrapping his arm around yours.

You all laughed making your way to the Gryffindor common room.

"Finally I was wondering when you'd show up!" George grunted he was draped on the arm chair next the fire.

"We're not that bad a company. In fact wasn't it you who interrupted our study group to complain about and I quote 'Snape's abnormally large snout'?" Calliope joked throwing a chocolate frog at him.

"Yeah what Pea said" Aramis smirked throwing his sugar quills.

"Actually it was more like him coming in and dramatically throwing himself onto the sofa like those muggles do in films. But unlike them George never stopped complaining" Millicent added.

"You're all wankers you know that!" George sulked. Everyone laughed as he pouted turning around so his back was facing everyone. Elirah laughs walking over to him. She perched on to the sofa poking his side.

"George ..."

*Silence*

"George Weasley"

*Silence*

"Georgie?" Elirah says softly. George audibly groaned knowing he was a sucker for when she called him that. Of course he daren't tell anyone because they would tease the shit out of him.

'Come on George ignore it it's only a name for Merlin sakes get a grip-'

"Georgie?" she repeats wrapping her arms around him her hands finding his hair.

'Well fuck I'm a goner' he thought as she stroked his silky strands. Sighing he sighed turning so his nose brushed hers.

"Yes Lirah?"

She grinned clutching his face.

'That fucking smile'

"Come on we're all friends here. You know they were joking and you have a match tomorrow can't have our best beater all moody now can we?"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that Lirah!" Fred chimed.

"Fine okay I'm happy!" He shot her a sickly smile "See all smiles."

Satisfied Elirah turned around to get up only for George to pull her into his chest. She rolled her eyes used to his behaviour.

"How the fuck does she not see it!" Lee sighed wedging himself between Angelina and Fred.

"Your guess is as good as ours" Angie replied.

"So what's your plan for tomorrow?" Aramis questioned popping a sugar quill into his mouth.

"We're going to thrash them slimy gits what else is there to say no offence Mills?" Fred retorted.

"Non taken" the Slytherin smiled before turning back to her book.

"You best do ever since that Malfoy has been seeker they think they're Merlin's gift" Raine grumbled.

"Don't worry we'll knock em down a few notches" George winked.

"Ow what was that for Angie!?" George whined throwing the chocolate frog back at her.

"Absolutely not! I want a clean game tomorrow. I'm sick of this stupid rivalry shit. All it does is get us in trouble I can't have either of you being banned or I'll have no beaters for the rest of the year. For some reason ever since Oliver left everyone thinks no one can fill his place." Angelina said crossing her arms.

"Fine but I swear if they pull what they did last time-"

"Let's not think that shall we? Don't manifest negative thoughts and it won't happen" Elirah cut tracing the veins along George's arm.

“You're such a bloody Ravenclaw sometimes Lirah it's painful!" Aramis teased.

"Hey what's wrong with what she said" Calliope and Raine said in unison.

"Oh here we go." Lee sighed.

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thinkingaboutyoungroyals · 3 years

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Falling For You But You Are Worlds Away: Chapter 4

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Three months passed. The winter snow melted and made way for spring showers.

Simon was proud to say that he had managed to adjust to life in New York fairly well.

The first month was difficult, there was no doubt about that. He was constantly sad and missed his mother, Sara, Ayub, Rosh, and… Wilhelm. He mostly stayed home unless Ana or Tia Elena would drag him out. He hated the subway and how loud and tight it was. And he rarely talked to anyone at school unless he really had to and mostly stuck to Ana’s side during lunch and GSA meetings.

But, eventually, he got used to all of it.

His homesickness was often abated by speaking to his mother every week and messaging Sara, Ayub, and Rosh on Instagram almost everyday.

“How are you, mi amor?” his mother would ask.

“I’m fine, Mama,” he would reply.

“How’s school?” she would follow up.

And, then, Simon would tell her about his day, what he and his new friends have been up to, and toss something in about how much the subway sucks.

“Spoken like a true New Yorker,” Ana said when she heard him.

Simon also made a new Instagram so he could post photos of his adventures in New York (he had to abandon the old one – there were too many creeps sliding in his DMs and many of them made him sick to his stomach). After much urging from Ana, he finally joined the school’s Glee Club and met some nice people he could hang out with. And he and Darren from GSA had become very good friends.

It was obvious from the get-go that Darren had the biggest crush on Dominic, the GSA president, and was always flirting and trying to get the older boy to go out with him. Dominic always refused, stating school as the priority over dating. It never deterred Darren, though, as he kept trying. Simon both admired his persistence and found him kind of idiotic for going after someone who didn’t want to go out with him.

(“All in the name of love, baby,” Darren said in response to Simon’s blunt observation.)

And, speaking of dating, Simon was pretty proud of himself for actually managing to go on a date. Even though he said he wasn’t looking to date, at first, he found himself wanting to give it a shot. So, he said “yes” to the one boy from Glee Club who asked him out. He was nice and had a beautiful singing voice. It didn’t really go anywhere, though. Simon partly blamed it on the fact that the boy wasn’t really his type and partly because he really wasn’t over Wilhelm, yet.

But, it was progress… right?

And, today, he was making one more step towards it.

“I think you’re next,” piped Ana from the seat beside him. “You sure you want to do this?”

Simon swallowed the lump in his throat. “Y-Yeah,” he managed, a little nervous. “You said this will help.”

His cousin bit her lip and shrugged. “I mean, it’s a superstition… belief… thing. I don’t know if it works but people say it does.”

“No harm in trying.” Simon fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater. “Besides, it’s getting long anyway.”

“Hi,” said the kind-looking Asian woman. “It's your turn.”

Simon nodded as he stood up. He followed her until they reached an empty chair, which she swung towards him. He sat and she whirled it around to face the mirror.

“What would you like?” she asked as she fastened a long black cape over his body.

“Um… can you cut about… three inches?”

Her eyes widened. “Really? You have nice curly hair. Prettiest I’ve seen.”

He blushed. “Thanks. But, um, yes, just cut it, please.”

The hairdresser looked a little sad at the prospect of cutting Simon’s hair but she nodded and prepared her tools.

Simon took one last look at his hair – his curly mess of a hair that Wilhelm loved to playfully tug and run his fingers through.

It will be gone soon. And, maybe, along with it, his feelings for the Crown Prince of Sweden.

..........

Wilhelm was making no progress in moving on. Maybe because he didn’t really want to move on.

He had been regularly meeting with the school therapist. It helped his anxiety a little but it wasn’t like he could really talk about missing Simon, regretting his decisions, and how he wished (for the thousandth time) that he wasn’t a prince.

But, if there was anything he learned from being royal was that if you wanted something done, efficiently, you can either delegate or do it yourself. And since he could not delegate his search for Simon to others, he would do it himself.

The smell of hay and horses greeted Wilhelm as soon as he stepped into the stables. It didn’t bother him, he liked horses. They were nicer than people so he understood why Sara liked them so much.

One black horse tapped Wilhelm’s head as he passed and Wilhelm paused to rub its nose. The horse snorted, making Wilhelm chuckle before going on his way.

As expected, he found Sara in Rousseau’s stall, happily brushing him as she made small talk.

Wilhelm paused, unsure about continuing. She was still angry with him and he couldn’t blame her. But, three months had passed and he was desperate. He would face her wrath if it meant he could finally know where Simon was.

Clearing his throat, he stepped closer.

Sara turned her head and as soon as she saw him, her smile disappeared and her eyes narrowed.

“What are you doing her, Prince?” she practically hissed.

Wilhelm bit his lip. “I just… want to talk to you.”

Sara turned back to Rousseau. “I’m not telling you where my brother is.”

“Sara, please.”

She put away the brushes before turning to him. “Why should I do that for you?”

Wilhelm bit his lip, stumped. Sara’s gaze was piercing on him and if looks could kill, he had no doubt he was a goner.

“You’re not… doing it for me. Not really.”

She quirked an eyebrow.

Wilhelm took a deep breath and released a sigh. “I made a mistake,” he confessed. “What I did to Simon… it’s unforgivable. I shouldn’t have left him alone. I should have… done something different. But, it’s done and there’s nothing I can do anymore. That’s why I need to talk to him again. I need to make it up to him. I just… Sara, I just…” He bit his lip again. “I miss him… I miss, Simon. And, I know I don’t deserve him. But, I miss him.”

Sara continued to stare at him, her face unreadable. She wasn’t budging.

Wilhelm swallowed, not really wanting to resort to what he ended up saying next.

“And... You owe him… and me.”

Sara blinked. “What are you talking about?”

Wilhelm took another deep breath to strengthen his resolve. “I know that you knew that August leaked the video.”

He watched as her expression finally changed – from indifference to shock.

“He promised to help you apply for a grant but he didn’t. So, you told Felice what he did and she didn’t speak to you for a week. I know because she told me but begged me not to do anything. She cares about you. And I wouldn’t have anyway because you’re Simon’s sister and he loves you.”

It was Felice who helped Sara get the grant, gave her recommendations and everything.

“But, you never told Simon any of this. So, yes, you owe him and you owe me.”

She glared at him. “I don’t like you.”

“I know.” Wilhelm took a tentative step closer. “Please, Sara. I need to talk to him.”

She sighed. “Mama will be angry with me.”

“I won’t tell her that you told me.”

Sara pursed her lips as she looked at him, as if examining him for more lies. Then, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again to catch his gaze.

“Just so you know, I’m just telling you so that you’d leave me alone. And don’t you dare tell Simon about me and August. I… I’ll tell him, myself. Just not right now because he’s not here and I don’t want him to be angry with me while he’s so far away.”

Wilhelm held his breath, his heart beating as he waited in anticipation.

“He’s in New York. We have an aunt there. He’s living with her.”

New York. Simon was in New York. That was only eight hours away by plane. The Royal family had a private jet. Could he get away with borrowing it and leaving for a weekend? Surely, it wouldn’t hurt to just pop in, right? He could come up with some excuse to his mother. Hell, maybe she didn’t even have to know!

“Wilhelm.”

His mental plans were disrupted by Sara’s firm voice. He looked at her as she frowned at him.

“I know what you’re thinking. And you shouldn’t. Simon is okay there. He has friends. And he likes New York.”

The hope in Wilhelm began to wither.

“It’s not forever, you know,” said Sara. “He’ll be back.”

Wilhelm swallowed, fingers digging into his palm. “Does he hate me?”

To his surprise, Sara chuckled and shook her head. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do to make Simon hate you.” She stepped up to him and awkwardly patted his arm. “You don’t have to worry about that. Just… let him be, for now, okay?”

Wilhelm nodded. “Okay. Thank… Thank you, Sara. Thank you.”

She offered him a small smile. “Anything else?”

He shook his head then looked at Rousseau. “Need help?”

Her eyes widened at that. “A prince? Helping at the stables?”

He shrugged and walked over to Rousseau. “I know how to ride and I’ve helped take care of horses before.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, suspicious, before shrugging. She picked up the brush again and tossed it at him.

“Then, get to work, Prince.”

Wilhelm smiled. He and Sara barely talked before, even when he and Simon were… together. He felt a little awkward around her, sometimes. But, maybe they could be friends. After all, they were both missing Simon. That was one thing they had in common.

“I still don’t like you, though,” she said.

One step at a time.

........

Wilhelm kept his promise to Sara and resisted getting on his private plane and taking off for New York.

He lasted until June.

And, it wasn’t his fault, really.

He heard Madison and Felice talking about the latter visiting her in New York during workies.

So, Wilhelm had leaned over and asked, “Can I join you?”

Maddie blinked in confusion. “What?”

“Can I join you in New York?”

Maddie's brows furrowed. “Um… sure. But, why, though?”

Wilhelm grinned. “Simon is there. And I want to see him.”

#young royals #simon x wilhelm

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s-and-n-writes · 3 years

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the perfect blend

summary: marinette dupain-cheng is just another barista working at a cafe when a familiar, handsome man by the name of adrien decides to walk in. what follows is a conversation full of laughter, puns, and just a little bit of romance.

all this time, she can’t quite remember why he’s so recognizable...until alya lets her know who he really is.

or: some lovey-dovey adrinette coffee-shop fluff for your soul :)

a/n: what am i doing, you ask? funny that you think i know.

warnings: none <3

quick links: | miraculous masterlist |

The first time she meets him, it’s at the cafe.

It’s commonly known that every day, from early in the morning to late in the evening, Marinette spends her time working at The Purrfect Fix, a quiet cafe known for its wonderful drinks and bustling atmosphere.

What Marinette likes most is the feeling of working there. There are so many memories, but nothing is quite as prominent as making an order just right.

It’s not her dream job, but she’s always loved every second of it.

That’s not the only reason she chose it, though. It’s convenient. She’s taking a year off after university to build up her portfolio, but with no income, her thoughts drifted to a temporary working space. Not long after, she found this place.

The rest of it was fate. Or, that’s what she liked to think anyway.

It’s been hours since opening, and Marinette is operating on autopilot. She takes the orders of different customers as they walk into the cafe, and waits as Alya makes them. Occasionally, she wipes down a couple of tables when customers leave, but other than that, the day is slow.

But then he walks in, and she’s a goner. She watches as he takes off his jacket, rolls up the edges of his sleeves, and pats down his hair. He smiles as he walks up to the counter, and even though Marinette can tell that it’s been practically painted onto his face, she feels her heart leap into her chest.

Blinding. That’s how she’d describe his smile.

Still, she holds out from going into a full-blown, blushing mess in front of him. Plenty of good-looking people have turned out to be complete jerks, and Marinette’s seen that too many times before.

(She feels like there’s something different there—she knows it, but she won’t let herself get swept away in the excitement. Not again. Not after Luka.)

There’s a pause as he walks to the counter because Marinette notices how blond his hair is, and how well it goes with the stark green of his eyes and the same, accentuated green stripes that line his shirt.

She sees the golden ‘Gabriel’ logo on the corner of his collar. Agreste handiwork, she’d know that anywhere. He must be well-off, to afford something like that.

“Hello,” he smiles. The tone is nice, edging on polite, but the sparkle of his eyes says something else. “Can I get a small soy milk latte… and an eclair? Both to-go, please,”

Their eyes meet, and it seems like there’s something electric that happens, even just for a second. Marinette tries to avoid his gaze as she punches the order in. “Is that all?”

He tilts his head, thinking. “Actually, can I also get a croissant?”

“O-of course. Your name, please?”

“Adrien.”

The name is familiar, but she pays no mind to it. He pulls out a credit card from his wallet, sliding it through the register as Marinette rushes to package the pastries. Alya makes his drink, waggling her eyebrows when Marinette turns to look at her.

Alya had a knack for figuring out who Marinette had an eye on, sometimes even before Marinette knew herself, and this time was no different.

She gives her best friend a glare, and slips his food into a bag, emblazoned with the cafe’s logo. “W-we’ll call out your name once the drink is done,”

He smiles softly. “Yes, thank you.”

He takes two steps back, just enough for her to start a conversation, but she doesn’t. The silence is awkward when there are no other customers for Marinette to tend to.

Alya gives her a swift kick under the counter, her intentions clear.

“Talk to him!” she hisses. “It’s your move, girl!”

Marinette narrows her eyes at her, but calls to him nonetheless.

“S-so!” she exclaims. “H-how...are you?”

Adrien takes a step back to the counter, and visibly cheers up at her asking. He grins, showing teeth. “I’m doing awesome! I have a meeting this afternoon, which…I’m not excited about it, but I think it’ll be ok. And you?”

“Um, ok, I-I guess. I mean, a little tired, t-that’s all.”

He nods. “I know how that feels. I hope the rest of your day is paw-some, though!”

She blinks. Paw-some? What kind of weeb person made a pun while talking to someone?

“T-thanks,” she nods. It is kind of funny though, if she doesn’t think about it too hard. She giggles under her breath.

“Hey, you did like it! I was worried you thought I was an idiot for a second.”

She laughs a little louder this time, and eyes him once. A sudden burst of confidence fills her when she says, “You, a guy that worked a pun into a conversation? Never,”

He laughs, truly genuine this time, and she can’t help but chuckle with him.

Wiping a tear from his eye, he grins. “Ok, but with a name like The Purrfect Fix, I couldn’t not say it!”

She rolls her eyes teasingly. “Y-You have a point, but it was still kind of lame,”

He gasps, pouting and putting a hand over his heart. “I’m devastated! Just when I thought a brew-tiful girl like you liked me!”

Marinette sighs at the pun, and her cheeks redden against her will. “You're a flirt, but takes a lot more than bad puns for that.”

Adrien laughs good-naturedly, and tucks his hands into the pockets of his pants. “You know what? You’re pretty cool...Marinette!”

She startles when he says her name, which smoothly rolls off his tongue, and glances at her name tag.

Oh. Right.

“Thanks, but I don’t think my friends wouldn’t agree with you,” she sighs, thinking of Alya and Chloe.

“You’re not alone, my best friend thinks I’m pretty lame too,” He laughs under his breath. “But that’s all friends for you, isn’t it?”

She nods and laughs with him as Alya calls for her. She passes on a to-go cup, and Marinette hands it to Adrien.

“Thank you!” he smiles. “It was nice meeting you,”

“You too!” She nods back as he shrugs his coat back on.

With a final wave, he grins cheekily. “Have a nice day, remember to stay paw-sitive!”

She lets a groan before she can stop herself, and Adrien chuckles all the way out the front door.

(She changes her mind. He’s a pretty nice guy after all.)

“Girl! I’m proud of you,” Alya grins from next to her. “I can’t believe you managed to flirt—as bad as it may be—with the Adrien Agreste!”

Wait.

What?

“You’re kidding me!” Marinette gasps. “That was Adrien Agreste?!’

“Holy—” Alya snorts, grinning wide. “You didn’t know?”

“Oh my god, I’m so stuuuupiddd,” Marinette groans pitifully and restrains herself from melting into the floor like a pile of goo. “I stuttered like a fool in front of Adrien Agreste!”

Alya snickers. “Wait until I tell Chloe, she’s gonna have a blast with this,”

a/n: personally, i kinda liked this! lmk if you did too <3

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #marinette x adrien #alya cesaire #adrienette #adrinette #chloe bourgeois #coffee shop au #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #ladybug #chat noir

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karihighman · 4 years

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Moms Night Out 🍻

Hailey & Stella are at Molly’s, bonding over their idiot husbands & chaotic kids. (Based on a Twitter prompt.)

“Wait you can’t be serious?” Stella asked as she passed Hailey her first beer.

“Oh no, I am!” Hailey told her, getting some of the foam off the top. “Completely serious. I come home one day and the house is fucking disaster, Jay’s like ducked under a pillow, and our two twins are barreling down the hallway screaming at the top of their lungs. I guess they were quote-un-quote sword fighting and Jay was the big scary dragon they were supposed to slay.”

Stella held back a laugh. “And?” She asked, brows and drink raised in tandem.

“And what?” Hailey questioned.

“Well, did they slay Jay or what?!”

“Oh,” Hailey grinned. “Hell yeah they did!”

“How’d they get so hyped up anyhow?”

Hailey gave Stella a deadpan look. “Have you met Jay? The man can’t say no to anything Cooper and Cici ask. They’re like, his kryptonite or something.”

Stella set her beer down. “Soooooo, sugar high?”

Hailey mumbled an “Mhmm,” as she took a long drink. “So, how ‘bout you and Kelly?”

Kidd didn’t hold back a laugh this time. “Oh Jesus. When aren’t we dealing with craziness. I swear, it’s like I ask him to do one fucking thing and he manages to not only not do it, but to have done something else instead!”

Upton motioned for her to elaborate.

“Oh, so we were taking Brian over to daycare right? And Kelly just ups and drives through the McDonalds lunch rush because Brian begs him for “nugs.””

“Nugs?” Hailey asked, her brows knitting together.

“Nuggets. Y’know, chicken nuggets?”

“Oh, got it. Okay, so? That’s not bad!”

“It is when we’ve already been late 2 times the same week dropping Bri off at daycare! I don’t wanna look like the slacker parent cause my dumbass husband is controlled by a 3 year old.”

Hailey bit her lip to keep from completely losing it. She could just picture Stella and Kelly, minding their own business when Brian makes those big puppy dog eyes and BAM! Chaos ensues.

It’s what happens with Jay all the time. Hailey says the twins can’t have ice cream until they do some spelling or practice their handwriting? She’ll come back to chocolate covered handprints not only on the kitchen counter, but all over their homework too.

But then of course Jay gives her that look, the one she’s been melting over for years, and she’s a goner. Typical. Course who could blame her? She has a hot husband. A hot sergeant husband, she might add.

“Helllooooooo? Earth to Hailey?” Stella tried, waving her hand in front of the blonde’s face.

“Hm? What? Oh, sorry.” Hailey said. “Just daydreaming.”

Stella scoffed, pouring out another round for each of them. “Uh huh. Anyway....”

“What?” Hailey asked, noting Stella’s knowing tone.

“Well, have you and Jay even had a date night since the twins came along?”

Hailey buried her head in her hands. “Oh hell, do not make me tell the story of Octoberfest 2021, Stell. I can’t do it.”

Kidd was a quarter into her beer when she perked up. “Oh no, you’re telling it.”

“Fine.”

Stella leaned on her elbows so she could listen as Hailey settled in. “So, I get Jay to agree to go to the festival with me. He says he’s got it allllll figured out, right? Babysitters would get there at 8, we’d be back by 11-11:30 tops.”

“Okay, sounding good so far...”

“Well, come to find out the original babysitters of his brother Will and girlfriend Natalie are going to the festivities too! Therefore, Jay, in all his infinite wisdom, dialed up Adam to help out last minute.”

“Oh hell.”

“Yeah. Adam’s a great friend, but a horrible babysitter. You think it was crazy when Jay was there? That was — and pardon the pun — child’s play.”

“Oh come on, Hail. I’m sure it wasn’t all bad. Besides, he and Kim are attached at the hip aren’t they?”

“Usually, Yeah. But no, not that night. Kim was out and about with Kevin, Vinessa, and Jordan.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. So Ruzek’s alone with our kids and I get a call from Adam at — ready for it — 9:30 and he asks me where I keep the towels. Turns out, he let the kids “make dinner” which meant, flour and dough everywhere, pizza sauce on the fucking ceiling, cheese in I don’t even know where and—“

“Okay, okay, I get it. So Adam’s no pizza man,” Stella observed.

Hailey downed a lot more of her beer before continuing. “So then I of course pull Jay away and he’s just like, oh but they love their uncle Adam!” And im over here thinking of course they do but I don’t love him when they turn the house upside down!”

“Hailey, you’re such a mom,” Stella joked.

“Well, I made Jay go home and help Adam clean up the kitchen, meanwhile I had to wrangle the twins into pajamas and properly feed them.”

“Could be worse,” Stella offered. “One time Brian convinced Kelly that there was a mouse living in his toolkit.”

Hailey paused. “Was there?”

“Yeah, a fake one!” Stella grinned. “He’d put it there as a prank but oh man, I’d never seen Kelly so pale!” She laughed out loud at the memory. “Then Kelly told him about how to pull an even better prank. So then lo and behold, I find a “snake” in the shower and almost trip and kill myself.”

Hailey giggled. “Oh god—” she couldn’t finish her sentence because she burst out into another giggle fit. “I’m sorry, but that’s too funny!”

“He made it up to me though,” Stella winked, and Hailey smirked.

“Yeah, Jay’s had to do some groveling too...”

“Don’t you mean begging?” Stella pushed, wagging her eyebrows.

Hailey shrugged, leaving it open ended, because, as luck would have it, in come their dumbass husbands now.

“Hey,” Kelly says first, nodding at Hailey before leaning over the bar to kiss Stella.

“Hi babe,” Hailey says as Jay walks over to her. He wrapped his arms around her, sort of hugging her.

“So, where’re our kids, guys?” Stella asked as she pulled away from Severide.

“Yeah, so, about that....” Jay began, running a hand over the back of his neck. Kelly stood over near him looking just as sheepish.

“They may have wanted to go to Chuck-E-Cheese. We may have taken them.” Severide told the ladies.

“We? As in you and him, right?” Kidd asked.

“Well....” Jay began, his sentence cut short by a pair of bustling legs and high pitched squeals coming down the way.

“Momma! Momma! Look! Uncle Adam bought us milkshakes and and we won a big bear!!”

Cooper and Cici pointed towards Adam, who, of course strolled into Molly’s with the hugest teddy bear Hailey had ever seen.

“Well, actually I won the bear,” Jay defended, looking at Hailey with the rest of his sentence — ‘for you’ unspoken.

“I managed the high score at ski ball,” Kelly chimed in. Stella gave him a nod, patting his shoulder. What he didn’t see was she mouthed over to Hailey ‘sure he did.’

“You sure the kids had fun?” Stella asked, clearly amused.

“Not as much as us,” Adam said, earning eye rolls from the ladies and embarrassed looks from the menchild spouses.

Stella and Hailey grinned at each other. Yeah, some things never change.

#one chicago #chicago pd #chicago fire #fanfiction #fanfiction prompt #hailey upton #stella kidd #stellaride #upstead #stella and hailey friendship #future fic #if they had kids

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deepgentlemenchild · 3 years

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Decided to post something I guess, a trashy bakudeku angst lol

Kirishima and Kacchan had started dating over the summer holidays and everyone had been overjoyed at the news. Everyone but Izuku. Under normal circumstances he would be thrilled that his classmates found love and comfort with one another. But these weren't normal circumstances and Izuku definitely wasn't thrilled. If anything Izuku was heartbroken, horrified and overwhelmingly resentful. Izuku wouldn't usually be so selfish, normally he would move on and let them be happy. But that's kinda hard when your so in love with someone that when you find out it's undoubtedly unrequited you contract the

hanahaki disease. If you don't know what hanahaki is it's a disease that suffocates your lungs by growing flowers in them and you can only get it if the person you love doesn't love you back. There is only three options to choose from once you contract the disease, option one is getting the flowers surgically removed, but it also removes all your memories of the person, so obviously not something Izuku can do considering he is who he is because of Katsuki.Option two is them loving you back, which is a no go with the whole Kirishima thing. The last option is probably the simplest, which is dying. Now Izuku doesn't necessarily want to die, but it's better than forgetting Kacchan, he loves Kacchan with his whole being and simply can't willingly choose to forget him, and there's no way of Kacchan loving him back so he really doesn't have any other options. All he can do is pretend to be happy for the new couple and hide his life threatening disease from everyone, can't be too hard.

So remember how Deku said it can't be too

hard to pretend to be happy for Kacchan and Kirishima whilst also pretending to not be dying. Yeah, well, he forgot to mention he and Kacchan had become best friends again and Kacchan spared no details when talking about Kirishima.One night while he had been coughing his lungs out Kaminari had walked passed his door and checked on him like the caring friend/classmate he is. "Hey Midobro, you alright in there?" He asked concerned after he knocked.A few seconds passed by before Izuku admitted defeat and let Kaminari in. "H-hey Kaminari-kun," he rasped with the ghost of a smile on his lips. Kaminari looked around the dorm room, seeing all the flower petals floating around. "Oh Mido," he said sadly as he pulled the boy into a bone crushing hug.

Weeks go by and Denks is still the only classmate who knows about Izukus condition, after Denks constant insistence Izuku finally told Aizawa sensei and his mum, but absolutely refused to tell any other peers. Denks and Izuku were doing everything together from walking to and from the classroom to hanging out whenever they had spare time. "Hey Deku," Kacchan started and Izuku nodded to show he listening "Do you wanna hang out tomorrow?" Before Kacchan had finished speaking Izuku was already shaking his head. "Sorry Kacchan, but me and Denks are going watch the new All Might movie tomorrow." Izuku apologizes.

"You're spending all your free time with that dumbass, when can we hang out again?" Kacchan asked irritably.

Izuku shrugged, "Maybe later, anyway I gotta get going me and Denks are having a sleepover." Izuku beamed and Kacchan rolled his eyes before going to sit with Kirishima on the common room couch. "ZUZU!!" Denks exclaimed excitedly. "You're hereeee."

Izuku giggled lightly. "Of course I'm here Denks, I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Except maybe for a certain "Kacchan" hmm?" Denks waggled his eyebrows.Izuku blushed and puffed his cheeks indignantly before bursting into a coughing fit. "Oh, shit. Sorry Zu." Denks looked upset with himself as he pet Izukus back lightly.

"No no. Don't apologize Denks, besides Kacchan asked to hangout tomorrow and I said no cuz we've already got plans," huffed

Izuku once he could open his mouth with flowers falling out.

"Gasp. The world truly is changing. But even

so it's only cuz it's to do with All Might." Denks retorted.

"Humph." Izuku pouted.

Denki laughed at the adorable display before turning on his switch so the could play Mario Cart. As the night dragged Izuku only had a total of two

coughing fits more and even won a few races. Denki had noticed a certain spikey haired blonde glaring at him when he was hanging out with Zuzu at school and in the dorms, but he couldn't figure it out. Maybe Bakubro was upset that Denki had stolen his best friend which wasn't unlikely, or something completely different. Denki decided not to confront Bakubro about or even ask Zuzu what he thought of it because he thought he was overthinking it and maybe Bakubro glaring at him was normal.

Izuku was sat on his bed without Denks for the first time in over two weeks and was really missing the comforting pats on the back as he coughed his lungs out staring at the stunning red petals that matched Kacchans eyes like nothing else. If it weren't for the fact that the flowers were killing him he would call them beautiful, but considering they were killing him he'd rather call them stunningly evil. Izukus coughs became horrid, each one making his whole body tremor and more and more tears fell out the corner of his eyes and dropped onto the petals littering his bed. "I'm so sorry Kacchan. I'm so sorry mum, Denki, All Might, Aizawa sensei. I'm so sorry everyone." Izuku whispered out into the night not knowing if he would last much longer.

The next day Izuku avoided Kacchan like the plague, even going as far as to swap seats with Kirishima so he could sit further away from him. Denks kept giving him pittying looks from where he sat, knowing his best bud didn't have much longer. Everyone in class knew something was wrong with Izuku but didn't mention it so as not to upset him. As the day went on Izuku found it harder and harder to keep his coughs in and even harder to stay away from Kacchan.

After almost coughing in class Izuku decided it was finally time he went to the nurses office. When Recovery Girl saw who it was she almost rolled her eyes. "What is it this time? Another broken bone?" She asked sarcastically. Izuku could only weakly shake his head before he started none stop coughing petals, but mainly whole flowers up. Recovery Girls eyes changed from annoyed to immense concern almost immediately. She quickly guided Izuku on a bed so he could sit down. After a couple of minutes Izuku finally stopped coughing and looked up at Recovery Girl sadly. "I-i don't think I have long left Recovery Girl." Izuku admitted as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Oh you silly boy." She shook her heard remorsefully. "You can still do the surgery you know? As long as you do it in the next twenty four hours, otherwise you're a true goner."

"I-i can't do that to Kacchan." Izuku whispered.

"Ok then love, is there anyone you want me to call so you can go home." Recovery Girl asked.

Izuku shook his head, "Can you bring Denks though," he requested instead. He didn't want his mother seeing him like this, it would make her sad and he didn't want to see her sad. Recovery Girl nodded and went to Aizawas classroom to grab Denki.

When she got to the classroom she knocked softly on the door. "Yes? What is it?" Aizawa asked through the door. Recovery Girl opened the door before speaking. "Izuku asked me get someone named Denks," she announced.

As soon as Denki heard Izukus name he shot his head up and after hearing the rest of it he jumped out of his seat and quickly made his way to the nurses office. Everyone else in the class looked perplexed besides Aizawa and Bakugo. Aizawa looked solemn where as Bakugo looked angry.

"Denks you came," Izuku spoke softly yet excitedly once he saw Denki burst through the door.

"Zu, baby. Of course I came." Denks said seriously as tears gathered in his eyes. Izuku smiled at him, though not nearly as bright as before but still as contagious as Denki smiled back sadly. They stared at each other for a long while, no words could be spoken to lessen either of their pain. The silence was eventually broken by Denki, who carefully embraced Izuku "you know Zuzu, I love you. More than anything. Your my bestest friend and the last few weeks have been the happiest of my life." Denki exclaimed as he cried the hardest he's ever cried.

"Oh, Denki. I love you too and I couldn't be happier to have you as my best friend. But you need to move on, make a new best friend. Kiris really nice." Izuku replied even softer than before. Denki just shook his head and cried harder. "I'm calling Bakugo." He announced. Izuku shook his head.

"Denki, please don't. I don't want him to feel guilty." Izuku pleaded. Denki ignored him in favour of pulling out his phone and tapping on Bakugos contact. It rang a total of three time before Bakugo picked up. "Pikachu, what's wrong with Deku?" He asked immediately. Denki shook his head, these idiots. "He's in the nurses office, come quick." Denki answered urgently before hanging up.

"He does care about you, you know that right? He may not love you like you love him but he truly cares about you." Denki finally addressed Izuku. Izuku looked away from him with more tears gathering in his eyes. Less thank two minutes had passed before Bakugo burst through the door with a panicked look on his face. Once his eyes met Deku they instantly filled with tears. "Izuku." He said softly before hugging him tightly. He looked into Izukus as if questioning him. Asking him who? Izuku looked him straight in his beautiful red eyes before kissing him straight on the lips. All of 5 seconds passed before Kacchan reciprocated and another 5 before Izuku went limp in his arms. At least I finally kissed him. Izuku thought before leaving his body to moving towards the light as tears blocked his vision.

#hanahaki #bakudeku fan fic #bnha angst #sad boi hours

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writing-essence · 4 years

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It Ate My Cat

Chapter One: Sheet Faced

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Warnings: language, underage drinking, sexual harassment (billy being an ass)

Summary: You’ve known Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington since your first days moving to Hawkins. What happens when you get wrapped up in his interdimensional babysitting adventure with your younger brother?

Author’s Note: I started writing this a year ago and it’s all I've been thinking about. Another friends to lovers slow burn you’re welcome! -Milla

Word Count: 1,756

"Hey, Y/N! Tina from my chemistry class handed me a flyer to go to her Halloween Bash. I heard it's gonna be totally bitchin!" Amber, your friend, approached you holding a bright orange paper waving in her hand.

"Well,” you sighed, “I hope you have fun but I promised my mom I'd hand out the candy this year." You shut your locker turning on your heel down the hall.

"Oh c'mon I'm sure your mom won't mind and we don't have to show up 'til 8," she started to plead. "We haven't been to a party in forever and you need to talk to someone other than me, your brother or your cat."

You rolled your eyes and groaned. "Okay fine, I'll ask if I can go out. Happy?" She nodded her head with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. Amber was definitely more of the partier, it's not that you didn't like parties it's just too much of a gamble. Either you dance away into the night or you end up with your friends vomit on your shoes and your white t-shirt soaked by two idiots in the pool. And in your experience, it’s usually the ladder. You were unlocking your bike when Amber nudged your arm.

"So I'll meet you at your house around 7 tomorrow to get ready okay?"

"Is it a costume thing?" You asked and she nodded her blonde head. "So what are we even going to be? I don't have time to put together a costume. I still have to finish my brother's.”

"Don't worry about it, I got this. It'll be good, trust me," she winked waltzing off to the upper parking lot. She was a persuasive one.

The house was empty by the time you got home. Mom was at work and Dustin was most likely at the arcade with the party as they called themselves. "Well Mews, it looks like it's just you and me again," you said scratching under her chin. After grabbing an apple you headed to your room and pulled Dustin's costume out of the closet. After two hours of pricking your finger and pulling loose threads, you were finally finished. Dustin had gotten home about a half-hour ago from, you guessed it, the arcade.

"Dustin! I finished your costume!" You called. You heard the door next to yours open and a haphazard shuffle down the hall. He burst into your room zooming to where you sat at your desk.

"Thanks, Y/N, this is awesome!" His eyes were wide as he examined your handy work.

"Yeah sure and like we agreed you're doing dishes this month." His smile faltered but begrudgingly muttered out a confirmation and left the room still immersed in the costume.

You were helping your mom with dinner and decided now was as good a time as ever to ask about skipping candy duty tomorrow. "So mom, I finished Dusty's costume today. He loves it!" She nodded and mumbled an approving response. You cleared your throat, "ya know Amber invited me to her friends Halloween party and I know I said I'd help with candy duty but she really wants me to go," you continued nonchalantly chopping the vegetables until she replied.

"Oh sweetie, of course, you can go to a party! I didn't want you to feel left out tomorrow with Dusty going with his friends tomorrow since you’re usually the one to watch them, but now that you have plans, of course, you can go out!" She enthused.

You were taken aback as you thanked her. Maybe Amber was right, you did need to get out more. The kids were getting older and didn't need you to tag along on with them anymore. As fond, as you were of the rambunctious group, Johnathan had it covered. It was time for you to let loose for a night.

The next day flew by quick. Mom couldn't get over the costume you made for Dustin, absolutely gushing when taking pictures, the history test wasn't nearly as hard as you thought it'd be, and apparently, John and Becky were back together, at least according to Amber. Dustin had gone over to Mike’s so for the time being you were on candy duty. It was nearing 7 o'clock when there was a knock on the door revealing Amber and not a group of trick-or-treat-ers. She grabbed your arm and dragged you to your room with a bag in hand.

"Okay, I have the costumes!” She flung the paper bag across your bed. “You'll be Spock and I'll be Captain Kirk because I'm cooler." She pulled out a blue dress and tossed it to you. She had forced you to watch Star Trek a few times before and recalling what you had seen there was only a small issue.

"Woah, woah, woah does that mean I have to have weird eyebrows?" You asked. Amber simply sighed defeated.

"Okay fine you don't have to do the eyebrows!” she reasoned slowly inching towards you. “But in my heart, I know who you really are," she landed her pointer finger on your forehead. Looking up cross-eyed you pushed her hand away.

"You really are the weirdest person I know," you took the dress and changed.

You two rolled up to the party before 9 after getting ready and narrowly escaping your mother’s camera. The party was in full swing, a group of boys were in a huddle shouting what vaguely sounded like "Keg King" the boy in the middle was the new guy at school. The second you stepped in the door Amber headed straight for the punch which could only be spiked with god knows what. She handed you a cup and you swirled it around taking in your surroundings. She dragged you to the dance floor. While nursing your drink amidst the sweaty teenage bodies you started to let go. Nobody had a care in the world until Steve and Nancy made a scene by the punch bowl. As quick as the party stopped and all eyes were on them they shifted back to the music. You were finishing up your first cup while Amber was on her third.

"I hope we get arrested for underage drinking," she slung an arm over your shoulder.

"Why's that?" You asked knowing she's a lightweight, at this point in the night she was a goner.

"Because have you seen the sheriff? That ass in those pants wooo!" She lifted her cup to the air and spun around stumbling spilling some of her drink.

"Okay, that's enough for you," You snorted taking the cup from her hand and placing it down on the counter. "Let's go sit down alright?" She nodded, giggling, continuing her inappropriate comments about the chief. Pushing through the crowded hallway you managed to find an empty room. You propped her up on the couch and handed her a cup of water. After much wrangling trying to get her to sober up, you went to refill the water. As you were walking down the hall the new guy caught up to you. You kept your head down breaking any eye contact and yet there he was still blocking your path.

"I don't think we've met, you know my name?" He asked leaning against the wall too close for comfort.

"Keg King?" You quipped at the denim-clad teen.

"Damn right it is!" He shouted and started chanting the nickname towards the group of boys behind him. The gaggle of goons continued their chant to the living room, leaving their king behind. "Name’s Billy. And you?" He asked turning back to you putting his hand on your arm. You shook it off and reluctantly answered. "Well, Y/N what do you say we find an empty room?" His hand traveled to your waist. You flinched away from his grasp.

"In your dreams," you tried to push forward toward the kitchen but he closed you in against the wall.

"Let's try that again," his grip tightened to the point of hoping you wouldn't end up with a bruise tomorrow. You struggled to try to free yourself from between him and the wall. You started to panic when someone shouted from up the hall.

"Hey, asshole leave her alone!"

You turned and saw Steve Harrington making his way towards the scene. He shoved Billy off of you and body checked him into a painting opposite you. Billy steadied himself to fight back but Steve had already stormed off through the crowd.

"Hey!" You ran after him weaving through the mess of drunken teens. "Steve!" He ignored your calls rushing outside towards his car. "Hey, Harrington!" You heaved catching your breath as he stood next to his car his back turned to you.

"What?" He snapped.

"I- just wanted to say-" you hesitated at his outburst, stepping closer. Your gratitude was interrupted by sniffling, “-are you okay?"

His keys jiggled as they hit the pavement. Before you could do anything arms were thrown around you and tears hit your shoulder. Unsure of the etiquette of the position you were in you patted his back and murmured words of comfort. Quickly he pulled away running his hands through his hair mumbling an "I'm sorry"

"You know Harrington we really have to stop meeting like this," you laughed trying to make light of the situation. He just shook his head staring at the ground. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?"

"She dumped me."

"What Nancy? I mean I know you guys had a punch incident but don't you think-" he cut you off.

"She said it was bullshit, everything." There was a flicker in his eye and he turned to his car. "Bullshit!" He kicked the front tire, aggression masking the tears. Your instincts jumped in from all of Dustin’s sporadic incidents over the years.

"Hey, hey, hey,” you jumped forward. “Look I get that it sucks but breaking your foot won't be much help,” you grabbed his shoulders leading him away from the scuffed tire. "Are you sure you’re okay to drive?"

He looked up at me and nodded slowly letting out a deep breath. He unlocked his car door and looked back at you apologetically. "Uh thanks for- for that," he shrugged unsure what to call the exchange, you gave him a small smile in return.

"Stay safe Harrington," you said starting to walk backward towards the party.

"You too Henderson."

With that, he started up his car while you tracked down your very drunk friend.

#steve harrington #stranger things #billy hargrove #dustin henderson #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington series #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington oneshot #stranger things series

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gasp-iwrotesomething · 4 years

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Uhhh I read all your Cal writings and I am in love!! May I request something for Cal? Maybe with S3 and S40??

Aw, thanks so much, anon; I’m super glad that you really like them! I’d love to do your request as well (even if writing ‘Daddy’ makes me wither from shyness), so thank you for requesting and I hope you can add this to your list of Cal fics that you love!

And, p.s., this is a bit long so beware lol

S3: “I mean, I’ve never been called ‘Daddy’ before, but I can’t say I don’t like it when you call me that…”

S40: “You’re gonna make me–ah, fuck!”

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MC could hardly breathe in the air surrounding her, the crisp and refreshing nature overlapped by the abrupt burst of smoke and fire in the atmosphere. A gun smokes with the succession of one bullet, then two, then three, until the resonating bang is all MC’s ears ring to. She claps her hands over her eardrums as Cal fires a few more. She stays like that, a startled figure on the sidelines, until the lack of blasting gunfire finally reaches her. Cal was finished, the hand wielding the gun now at his side, the barrel pointed harmlessly at the floor. That made some--though not all--of MC’s trepidation recede. His gaze is rampant on her and that familiar sense of “he’s watching to see my reaction to his grand achievement” falls over her. Once his palpable smirk dawns, MC’s eyes swing away to the target a long distance away, bullet holes and tears made by an influx of bullet holes scarring the dummy ahead. Cal’s malevolent blue eyes glitter with satisfaction as he turns to MC and places the gun in her hands. Despite the cold weight of the pistol and the sickening feel of it in her palm, Cal’s touch is a soft remedy that consoles her and she struggles to stay focused when he squeezes her fingers. “Now you try,” he keens, tender and warm, too affectionate to be intentional, “aim for the next one over and see if you can do better than me.”

She was still new to the idea of using an actual gun on actual living things. Lessons had been rickety following the consistent demon attacks and the looming presence of Alejandro over their shoulders, but Cal had kept persisting. He kept coaxing MC into the shooting range for more practice despite her evident hesitation. “Just think of this as some sort of cheesy life lesson, okay? Like... be prepared for whatever happens, or, get ready to use a gun if a demon approaches you. Y’know, those sorts of lessons.” Cal had said when MC first voiced her misgivings. A weird coil of warmth twirls around in the base of ribs and she prays that it wasn’t the feeling that comes after a pleasant memory was reminisced. She took a breath and raised the weapon, ignoring the lingering warmth in her chest. Whatever it was, it wasn’t welcome. Cal’s gaze was a pressure on her shoulders that she tried to ignore as she hooked her finger around the trigger.

BANG!

A bullet flies through the air with a staggering clap and dives into the dummy’s left hip, just shy of passing into the wall behind it. Her eyes were squeezed shut so her temporary victory wasn’t something she knew until MC heard Cal applaud slowly. “Not too bad,” he says, signature smirk blatant on his lips, “for a rookie. Unfortunately, that shot wouldn’t kick a demon down so you’re about as good as dead.” The amusement and snark that he emits is poisoning as MC rolls her eyes, scowling at the ground. Did he have to be a smart-ass about it? She heaves a groan and aims the gun once again, grumbling under her breath, “yes sir.”

BANG!

The second shot sails past the dummy and just misses its shoulder. By just an inch or two. She sags in defeat. Why did she have to suck so bad in front of Cal? The scowl on her face deepens as she senses Cal’s smug smirk on her back, almost like he could pick apart her thoughts and understand them. “Don’t say a word,” MC snarls as she tries her best to avoid his eyes and scrutiny she was under. A moment passes, filled with deafening and suspenseful silence...

“...after this session, I’ll make sure to have your funeral costs covered. Just in case.”

She shoves her elbow in his ribs as he snickers. “And you’d be okay with me dying?!” MC gives him a scolding, almost condescending glower as he mindlessly massages his ribs--right where she elbowed him. “Last time I checked, you’re the one who insists on teaching me!” His expression dilates a few degrees and a quiet hint of worry and disdain flood his eyes. Hell, even a waft of offense breezes through, as if her just making that accusation was insulting. Like the notion that he didn’t care for her was something to make Cal defensive. MC had been thinking about those pure blue eyes for so long that she had a picture in her mind for whatever emotion filled them next. For this, MC imagined an ocean plagued with pollution...why was her heart suddenly beating so fast? “No, I wouldn’t be,” his soft voice and serious tone sway her a little and MC has to reinforce her stubbornness before she falters, “that’s why I’m teaching you, MC. To prevent that from happening.” The trick shooter holds her searching gaze for all of another second before tearing his eyes away. He fixates on the pretty-much-uninjured dummy and gestures with his chin, arms crossed over his chest. “You’re getting there,” he pats her shoulder and it feels like he was being condescending to her, “but I do believe in your ability to be better--no matter how scarce that ability might be.”

MC scoffs, “what are you, my daddy or something? Seriously, I don’t need your cute little words of encouragement to do better.” Her words rush out in a mindless quip and she moves on autopilot: lifting her arm, pointing the gun accordingly, checking to assure she’s gripping the damn thing right... What MC’s autopilot fails to detect is the furiously-blushing Cal to her side, his gaze to the side and his hand ruffling through his hair awkwardly. He was stunned at her word choice in more ways than one. Her “daddy”? His “cute little words of encouragement”? The silence is a time bomb ticking in his head, awkward and loud in duet with the blooding roaring in his ears. Did she not understand what she just said? MC finally, after a few more painstaking moments on Cal’s end, swivels her head to see what he’s gone so oddly quiet about and discovers the color in his face, on the tips of his ears... She blinks, completely baffled. “What’s up with you?” He doesn’t respond immediately, his mouth parting like there were words ready to be said but just couldn’t leave. It only furthered her confusion. “Spit it out already, Cal.” She demands, a stern frown following her words.

“...do you ever even hear half the things you say?” Cal asks, a genuine lilt to his tone, his eyes perpetually soft and rigid with bashfulness. He looked shy, which was a look she saw rarely embellishing his features. Cal seemed to always have a mask in place and a blush of steel, one that only danced out whenever something truly undeniable happen. She doesn’t respond right away, her frown creasing her cheeks and wrinkling her nose. What was he talking about? Her mind rewinds their entire conversation and then, in unison with her falling frown, her face burns with the words she said to him waltzing in circles in her mind. “I didn’t--it wasn’t-! I was-!” She feels her tongue tangle in her mouth as she tries to defend herself, the tint in her face deepening. “...you’re the worst.” MC relents. The shy barrier of his expression doesn’t wane or dilute seemingly at all. In fact, it seems to strengthen as he opens his mouth again.

“I mean, I’ve never been called ‘Daddy’ before, but I can’t say I don’t like it when you call me that...”

MC considers self-destructing as her face flames even more like she was already on a timer, just ticking down the seconds. She shoves his shoulder like her life depended on it--if she was about to combust, then her life did depend on it after all. “Shut up!” Her expression squeezes into a pout as she whines this, her heart pounding so fast that she could hear it in her ears, “you are so dirty that it’s not even funny!” MC’s abrupt reaction must coral his snark out again because the shy smile on his face flips into a smirk and he snickers, lightly driving his elbow into her arm. The carefree attitude he chauffeurs does little to tranquilize her shame and embarrassment. “Hey! Don’t blame me for taking things you say so literally,” Cal says this as he safely removes the pistol from MC’s possession--just for good measure, “there’s always so much blabber coming from that mouth anyway.” He punctuates his point by poking his finger into her cheek, to which she swats away.

“Can we just focus on the lesson?!”

“Of course, who ever said I wasn’t? You’re the one talking about ‘daddies’ over here, MC.” Cal barely pronounces her name before he gets a fist pushed into his bicep, followed by his own light laughter.

“Cal! You’re just as guilty as I am!”

“I doubt that. You are far more distracting than I could ever be.”

“Idiot,” MC roughly bumps into his side, face now scrunched in a scowl.

“Jerk,” Cal reciprocates, grinning.

Tiny little quips follow into their session as MC attempts to lampoon the dummy with bullets in areas Cal would consider a ‘take-out zone’. She attempts again and again, her results varying in rapid degrees, before she slings her last shot. The bullet zips through into the crook of the dummy’s supposed elbow which is in the outskirts of a take-out zone, according to Cal. The circus performer is a statue to her side, quiet when she’s aiming and annoying when she misses. This final shot draws a dull snort out of him and he gives her a slow clap, mocking her. She both thanks and curses the pistol for no longer having any ammunition.

“Wow, somehow you did even worse. You would be definitely be a goner if we were actually in danger.” He critiques, vapid and sly, before the pistol is suddenly wrenched from her hand and she’s yanked backwards--right into Cal’s chest. She squeals out of surprise, yelping when she notices how tight his arms were around her waist and how his breath billowed against her nape. His laughter, alluring and soothing, sounds just behind her ear and she tries hard to not shiver at the whisper of it. The warmth of his body and the corded expanse of his arms and chest surround her, blanketing her in a Cal-fitted sheet. MC finds her heart pounding as he play fights with her and pretends to overthrow her, drag her away like a demon would. “Get off! I get it!” MC shrieks as he heaves her off the ground, casually holding her high enough to avoid enough the tips of her shoes from touching the ground. “Get what? I’m a demon, not your instructor. The only thing you’ll get from me is an ass-kicking!”

MC smirks as she swings a faulty kick to his side. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line, demon?” She teases easily, her hair swinging into her face as she spins out of his grip. Cal’s grin is challenging and ripe with glee as he lunges for her again. “No, only the person who can actually kick asses can have that line, and I do believe that person-” the gunslinger wraps her in his arms and secures her to his chest, close and tight enough to render her squirming as useless “-is me.” Her eyes snap up to meet his and once they do, it’s like a puzzle piece clicking into place, the pigments of their eyes losing their humorous glint. Suddenly, Cal’s grin fades from his features and the previous elation of a challenge rots away as well, leaving nothing but an undecipherable expression. A book she couldn’t understand, a language she didn’t speak but she yearned to learn. Their heavy, synchronized breathing and faint flush in their faces only add to this, becoming the tool to etch all of this in his gaze. His blue eyes dart to her lips when she parts them and her heart stomps in her chest. She registers the cradle of his arms and the minor proximity between them, the calming touch of his skin and the brittle vulnerability set in his gaze. Surreal was the feeling thrumming in her bones, daunting and deep. Insides, there was an amusement park alive and kicking, the adrenaline-provoked screams dancing in her stomach when Cal’s face becomes red and the coasters swooning when her mind imagines closing the distance between them.

That thought, however, is stolen as fast as her breath when Cal suddenly whirls MC against the wall, his grin choking the sentiment that had been collecting in his expression. “Stalling me, eh?” His lips move harmoniously and it’s hard not to glance down as he speaks, MC discovers. “I admit, you had me for a second there.” The smug warble of his voice seemed miles apart from the softness that had engulfed his eyes just moments before; it was like MC was talking to a whole different person. She knows she should respond, say something smart back, but her entire body, mind, and spirit were hyper-focused on how she was cornered by Cal’s body. She tried to not blush harder at the faint puff of his breath to her lips. She attempts to calm her raging heart and stave the desire leaking into her bloodstream, fueling the rest of her alike with the same blood that colored her skin and pumped rapidly in her heart.

MC tries... and fails.

The last thing she sees, imprinted in her mind’s eye, was Cal’s figure alight with the glow of fluorescent lights as she kissed his smirking lips.

Then quite literally, her body was alight with Cal’s hands traveling all over her skin, shedding layers upon layers of clothes as he proceeds. She didn’t even know when everything escalated--she just knew the feel of his kiss and the languid discovery of his hands. A nexus of passion strengthened and renewed with each touch, each kiss, each breathless retort or mindless quip... This was what intimacy was with Cal, right? Being so deprived of his touch to fold when he does and to feel that desire flow between each other; a river of lust, a stream of passion. MC drowns herself in that river, letting it wash over her as Cal kisses her again and again, something bubbling between them... When she came to her senses, she was still pressed to the wall, her clothes an abandoned heap on the floor along with Cal’s, whose defined body was pinned to hers.

Everything else was silent, a wasteland of nothingness, except for the thrilled pants of Cal and MC as they hold each other in the dark. Fervent warmth was exchanged at their skin and friction was created with their limbs. An ocean’s worth of desire peers at her, searching and needing and wishing--could he hear her heart racing this fast against him? “You... you understand what I mean when I say ‘distracting’? This--you--are distracting, MC.” Cal’s raspy, low voice husks over the intense jump of his chest. Even in the shadows, she could faintly see the pink infecting his face. MC found it hard to breathe even though Cal’s body wasn’t crushed against her. Her lungs failed her when he mentioned how distracting she was, when she glanced at the brunette curls adhered to his forehead from the sweat gathered on his skin. Had he always been this beautiful? Words congregate and knot in her throat, a ribbon of unspoken feelings and libido all threaded into one, so instead of responding with anything verbal at all, she smashes her mouth to his and kisses him with those unsaid words.

Cal’s mouth was still fervent and silky as it embraced her own, again and again, the furnace of heat between them unyielding. She could feel the gentle swipe of his hands up her torso, the way he presses his palm gingerly to her flesh like she was a treasure worth salvaging, and the sensual pattern of his fingertips smoothing over her. All of it made the furnace in her lower belly seem to explode and catch fire, somehow much hotter than it should’ve been possible. His small groan chases that rush of sparks in MC and their kiss was deepening, the passion intensifying. His teeth rake against her bottom lip but she hardly minds the sting. One of her hands card through the mishap of curls on his head while one of his travels up her thigh sinuously. MC’s heart rate hiccuped when she felt his need for her against her skin and her legs, off of reflex, clutch him closer to her. It was all MC could do but burrow in his strong embrace and relish in the friction of his flesh, the sensation of his fingers touching her, the solitude she felt wedged to the wall. They don’t even part to join their bodies, connecting themselves together in more than just their lips.

They didn’t need to; their two-person orchestra required no conductor.

When they come together, it’s an indescribable feeling made inexpiable with the council of emotions churning in her chest--it feels so good to become one. She delights in the sharp inhale near her ear and the slight grunt that he elicits, the sound resonating inside her. Cal was making it harder and harder to not lose that little scrap of self-control that she was still clinging to. His kiss turns rough, his touch spreads fire all over her skin. They move in brittle harmony, more of it powered by the desperate jerks of their hips. She held onto his broad shoulders and let her noises of ecstasy melt on his tongue, allowing him to swallow the vibration and the dull hum in his throat.

“You’re gonna make me--ah, fuck!”

MC’s thoughts divorced from coherency and soon she was bubbled in this constant rhythm of pleasure to notice anything else. Nothing but Cal and his desire for her, the gentle embrace he soaked her in, the taunting sounds he made for her ears only. All of the heat he gave her and all of the kisses he placed on her parted lips. Seconds blur together and before she feels she can even properly breathe, they were toppling over an edge and they were falling together. When the blissful flog clears in her mind, MC finds herself still against the wall with Cal’s lithe form pressed to her skin. His mouth is against her pulse as he continues to press a chain of kisses up her neck, the soft curls on his head brushing her chin. She was captivated in the soft and nurturing way he touches her, worships her, that it wasn’t easy to just pull away. Neither of them speak and they don’t have to.

She smothered herself in his arms and returned the sincere kiss he plants on her mouth. MC allows him to hold her tight, even for just those few extra moments, wanting to relish in the feeling of having Cal North to herself.

Maybe she should’ve been more respectful of her feelings and the welfare of her heart, but she felt like this was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up.

Like a trip to see the Pyramids of Giza: she just didn’t get to do that very often at all.

Or in this context, Caleb North.

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beepbeeprichiellc · 4 years

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If ur doing prompts from the prompt list can I get something that's like sad fluff with #131? For Reddie

A03

“Lets run away together.”

It had been a quiet night, most of the students too busy with the end of semester parties to even bother to use the library. Eddie busied himself with putting away books and processing returns in order to keep his thoughts at bay. It was better like this-he had decided-because if he was anywhere else other than work then his mind would find its way back to a certain boy who would surely turn his brain into toxic mush.

Three weeks and two days.

It had been three weeks and two days since they had last spoken, violent words had been thrown between them as Eddie did his best to not break away from the truth. Richie had said things that could not be taken back, truths that buried itself under his skin and made a home there. Eddie carried them around with him like a badge; he had dared to speak against the grain and in return he had been burned by the person who had meant the most to him.

“You sure you are okay locking up?” Mike asked from the front counter.

“Yes.” Eddie replied for the millionth time. “Like I said, go and have fun before Stan goes home for the holidays. Don’t worry about me.”

Mike chewed on his cheek, obviously torn with the temptation of a good evening and his obligation to a friend. With bated breath he leaned against the countertop, eyeing Eddie from across the room. “I know you and Richie had a fight but you shouldn’t close yourself off like this. You did the right thing, even if it doesn’t feel like it right now-you were being a good friend.”

“Okay.” Eddie said, his voice flat and unamused.

“Eddie.”

“Mike, look I appreciate the sentiment but I am fine.” He nearly growled into a copy of prelaw literature , “I don’t need to be reassured, I told the truth and if Richie doesn't want to believe whats right in front of him, then it’s none of my business.”

“Come on man, don’t be like that.”

Eddie sighed, muttering an apology under his breath and asking. “What do you want from me here Mike? Does it suck that my best friend hates my guts? Yeah. But I’m a fucking adult, I don’t need Richie and if he wants to be an ass and give me the cold shoulder then his loss.”

“Your right.” Mike said then, grabbing his coat and slinging it onto his back. “It is his loss.”

They said their goodbyes then and once he was alone Eddie dropped the charade he had been performing the entire evening. He had been sleeping at the end there, the grief nearly leaking from the gaping hole in his chest. Slowly he finished what he was doing and began to close up, taking his time on even the easiest tasks and allowing himself to wallow in his self inflicted pain. His feet were heavy, his heart even more and after everything was done it was well past midnight.

The door to the library opened and instinctively he shouted across the room, his back still turned, “We are closed, come back during regular hours!”

“Ah come on, can’t you make an exception.”

Eddie’s breath caught in the back of his throat and as he turned he was met with the sight of the trashmouth, his face turned upwards into a forced grin. Whispering a warning to his pounding chest he replied coldly, “Sorry but no can do, rules are rules.”

Richie laughed, it was hollow and fragile; shattering against the books. “Same old Eds, can’t break a rule even if he tried.”

I broke plenty with you, Eddie thought to himself. “What do you want Richie?” He didn’t bother hiding his harsh tone, allowing it to soak through to their core.

“It’s funny you know.” Richie muttered, mostly to himself. “I had this whole speech prepared but now that I’m here I can’t remember a single fucking thing.” Again there was a chuckle and again Eddie felt himself shiver. “You were right about her but I guess you already know this.”

“I do.” Eddie admitted, “I wasn’t lying.”

Richie nodded, taking very cautious steps towards his fiend. “I know that now.” Stopping he was in full view now and Eddie could really see him, his messy hair and askew clothing. His glasses magnifying his sad eyes, emotion swimming in those deep pools nearly drowning Eddie with emotion. “I caught her Eds, caught her sucking a guy off right were you said I would. I mean holy fucking christ, you were telling me the goddamn truth and I just didn’t want to believe it.”

Eddie knew Richie was near his breaking point, the air around them tearting on the edge of despair. So many things could be said then, so many of them Eddie desperately wanted to say but couldn’t-wouldn’t because deep down in his soul Richie already knew them all. It was the reason Eddie had been the one to tell Richie about his girlfriend, the reason he had taken the abuse and fury, the reason he felt so goddamn guilty for doing the right fucking thing.

Eddie was a goner for Richie.

He had always been.

“Say something.” Richie pleaded, “Please yell or scream-tell me to go fuck myself or whatever.” When Eddie shook his head it was like the rage began to climb the mountain that was Richie’s emotional capacity, “I called you a bad friend Eddie, I told you to never fucking talk to me again! I said-fucking christ-I called you so many names. If anyone here has any reason to be angry it’s you! So for the love of god, be angry!”

“Is that what you want?” Eddie whispered, “For me to tell you that I told you so?”

Richie shoved a pile of books that Eddie had placed atop of the shelf, the clatter shooting right into the air like a bullet to a dulled brain. This made Eddie jump in surprise, his eyes watching the pages fall open exposing unread words. The trash mouth breathing came in short bursts tears threatening to stain his perfectly flawed face. “This whole school fucking knows I’m an idiot Eddie! Everyone! I want-I just want to run away! I want to leave! Lets-lets run away together okay? Just leave this town and these shallow people and never look back. Me and you right? Me and you against the world that’s what you told me when were were kids. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Richie.” Eddie whimpered, moving to comfort but finding a wall that had been built over their weeks apart. His body staggered forward and Richie took that opportunity to become a heap on the floor. “Come on, it’s okay.”

“No it’s not! I called you-I called you a faggot Eddie!” Richie repeated the word in disgust, this time the arrow was aimed at his own heart. “You are the only person who cared and I called you-I called you-”

“Alright.” Eddie soothed, finding strength in the word this time around. Kneeling beside his friend he did his best to calm the sobbing, rubbing Richie’s back and whispering encouraging sentiments. “Stop that crying okay, this is a library you are supposed to be quiet.”

Richie laughed though his tears, pulling Eddie into a warm embrace. Although he fought against it at first Eddie eventually melted, allowing himself to let go of the grudge he had been holding. “Can you read to me?” Richie asked against his chest, “You know, like how you did when we were kids.”

Eddie did know because how could he forget the night he had spoken though raw vocal cords, watching his best friend relax against his bed frame, his eyes fluttering with tales of far away lands: of wizards and princesses that came to life with Eddie’s voice. Despite himself he agreed, urging Richie to pick a book as he locked the front door-something he should have done beforehand. When he came back Richie practically shoved a paperback into his hands, his eyes wide and desperate.

Eddie read the title, “Really? This?”

“It was my favorite when we were kids.” Richie explained, sitting down in the middle of the isle and patting the floor, a signal for Eddie to follow. Eddie obliged, leaning his back against the shelf. Before he was able to begin Richie laid his head onto his lap, curling his long limbs inwards as he cuddled up to Eddie’s thigh. He must have felt Eddie stiffen because he asked, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed, reminding himself that they were friends. Just friends. “Its fine.” As opened the book up to read his hands found Richie’s curls, tangling themselves into the thick strands and petting the skin there. Richie sighed as he began.

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”

Richie hummed.

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Ladrien: Drunk Ladybug on My Balcony? Yeah. This is Fine.: Chapter Seven

Read it on AO3: Drunk Ladybug on My Balcony? Yeah. This is Fine.: Chapter Seven: Encore Performance

Marinette was still giddy from her heart-to-heart conversation with Chat Noir the next day as she flopped down on Alya’s bed and pulled the same throw pillow to her chest that Adrien had been squeezing excitedly the night before.

“It’s just so freeing!” she giggled. “It feels amazing to have it all out on the table finally. I should have told him years ago, but I was afraid he’d wear me down and make me change my mind if I gave him even a hint about my feelings. He’s so stubborn, Alya, and he doesn’t always think things through, but…” She finally took a breath as she beamed in awe of the outcome. “He really heard me about how dangerous it could be bringing romantic feelings into our partnership while Papillon is active. He heard me, and he respected my decision, Alya. He’s really grown over the past few years. He’s a lot more mature.”

“I’m happy for you, Girl,” Alya chuckled with an indulgent smile, giving up hope of getting any editing done. “Sooo…now that you’re all squared away with Chat Noir…are you ready to finally resolve the Adrien dilemma?”

Marinette sat up with a jolt, her euphoria fading. “What? Now?!”

“Well, yeah.” Alya shrugged as if it were a matter of course. “Didn’t you tell me last night that you’d told Chat Noir that you were tired of wasting time on the Adrien problem but that it seemed a shame to let all the years of your life you’ve already poured into this go to waste by not actually ever telling Adrien how you feel? I vote you get some closure, Marinette. The sooner the better.”

Marinette pursed her lips, not looking convinced. “I don’t know, Alya. I’m kind of having a good day. What would really be a shame is if I ruined it by confessing to Adrien, making a fool out of myself, getting rejected, and completely messing up our friendship with my feelings.”

Alya groaned but resisted the urge to pull her hair out. She got up from her desk and went over to sit on the bed beside Marinette, taking her best friend’s hand in her own. “Marinette, listen to me.”

She fixed Marinette with an intent gaze, clearly enunciating, “He likes you. He really, really likes you, and if you bring him flowers and ask him on a date, he will be putty in your hands because he thinks you’re amazing.”

She wished she could break confidence with Adrien and just tell Marinette about Adrien’s crush on her, but she couldn’t bear to betray the poor cupcake like that. She wasn’t just his friend because he was Nino’s best friend and Marinette’s love interest anymore. True, it had started like that, but things had changed over the years. They were genuine friends now, and friends didn’t spill secrets entrusted to them, even if it would make setting up her two favourite idiots a heck of a lot easier.

“I don’t know, Alya,” Marinette sighed, looking away and focusing her gaze on the posters on Alya’s wall, not really seeing them.

“Well, you could always just try,” Alya urged, strongly tempted to scream and bang her head against her desk. “Just really no pressure ask him if he wants to get coffee as a date. Seriously. Hand him a rose and say, ‘You know, I really like you, Adrien. Would you be interested in going on a date to see how things go? Maybe get coffee together?’ He will definitely say yes, I promise you. After he’s done blushing and processing that you, the great Marinette Dupain-Cheng, have deigned to notice him.”

Marinette rolled her eyes and turned back to glare, perturbed, at her friend. “Alya, he’s literally a model. He gets hit on all the time. There’s no way I’m going to fluster him by asking him out to coffee. I am under no delusion that Adrien Agreste thinks I’m out of his league. Thank you for the encouragement, but let’s try to keep expectations realistic.”

Alya tried not to pout. Screaming and pulling her hair were sounding really, really good.

Maybe she needed to just lock them in a closet together and not let them out until they kissed. That always worked in the movies, right?

“I think it’s more likely that he’ll like the rose, be flattered by my confession, but won’t feel the same way, so he’ll politely turn me down,” Marinette went on, oblivious to Alya’s mounting frustration.

“Well, then, go confess and get turned down politely, then. Then you’ll have your answer and be able to move on without regrets,” Alya snapped impatiently, causing Marinette to look at her in surprise.

“I’m sorry,” Marinette apologized uncertainly. “I know I’m a huge pain and you’ve been dealing with this for years now, but…I just can’t help it. The boy makes me stupid and nervous and…and he brings out all of my insecurities and fears. It’s just…I’ve put so much time and effort into this…for it to all be over in such an anticlimactic way…” She shook her head sadly. “I’m really sorry, Alya. I know I’m a mess. Thank you for putting up with me.”

Alya heaved an enormous sigh, pulling Marinette into a tight embrace. “Girl, I’m not mad at you. I’m mad because I want you to be happy, and you can be if you would just get out of your own way. I’m sorry. I just want good things for you.”

Marinette squeezed back, burying her face in Alya’s hair. “Thanks, Alya. I don’t know what I would do without you. Thanks for being such an amazing friend.”

With a sigh, Alya pulled back, giving Marinette’s cheek an affectionate pat. “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to tell you a secret, but you can’t tell anyone I told.”

Marinette nodded. “Of course. What is it?”

“Adrien told me the other day that he has the biggest, most embarrassing crush on Ladybug,” Alya announced, praying that Adrien would forgive her once he and Marinette were blissfully happy together.

Marinette blinked in confusion. “He…what?”

“He’s over the moon for her,” Alya reiterated. “Total goner. Girl, he’s crazy about you. At least, a part of you. Knowing that, do you think you can confess to him? I mean, he already likes a part of you, and he’s always calling Marinette his ‘Everyday Ladybug’, so he obviously sees you in yourself, so...can you just ask him to get coffee with you now, please?” Alya begged, beyond desperate. “Maybe now it’ll be easier knowing he’s going to say yes.”

Marinette was still utterly taken aback. “He likes…Ladybug?”

“Yes,” Alya replied emphatically. “And guess who’s Ladybug.”

“…Me,” Marinette slowly realized.

“Yep.” Alya gave Marinette a clap on the back. “And I swear he thinks Marinette is just about as wonderful as Ladybug in every way, shape, and form, so go on out there and get yourself a date, okay?”

Marinette began to nod, the gears in her head starting to turn.

Adrien liked Ladybug. Marinette was Ladybug.

“Okay,” she giggled, feeling giddy at the sudden rush brought on by that realization. “Okay!”

“Awesome!” Alya cheered, feeling the weight of years of frustration finally come off her shoulders. “Now that that’s settled, let’s make lunch. All this matchmaking is exhausting work.”

Adrien was lounging upside down on his couch with his legs draped over the back, reading volume three of Monokuro Shounen Shoujo when a tentative knock came at his window, startling him and causing him to drop his manga.

There, standing on the lip of his window, smiling sheepishly and waving at him, was Ladybug.

He’d had this dream many times over the years, so it took him a minute to discern that he was, in fact, very much awake. That accomplished, he hurriedly swung his legs around and got to his feet, rushing to open the already unlocked window for her.

“Ladybug. Um…hi. Hello. Come in. How are you this fine evening?” he babbled, motioning her in as he tried to get a hold of himself.

It was a little difficult as his mind flew off in a dozen different directions, including, “Ladybug is in my bedroom.”, “Does she know my identity?”, “I’m wearing my pyjamas. Ladybug now knows I own handmade Ladybug pyjamas.”, “I’m such a mess. Ladybug probably thinks I look like a slob.”, and “Ladybug is in my bedroom!”

“Good evening,” Ladybug greeted softly, a rosy blush highlighting her lovely cheekbones. “I’m really sorry to barge in unannounced like this. I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Not at all!” he assured, maybe a little too loudly. “I’m glad you’re here. I mean…”

He rubbed at the back of his neck, wondering where the heck all these nerves were coming from. Hadn’t he just sat under the stars with her, holding her hand for nearly an hour the previous evening? There was just something about being there with her without the mask for him to hide behind. He felt so exposed as Adrien. It was one thing to be bold and speak his mind as a superhero whose mettle had been tested. Standing before her as just plain Adrien with nothing but fame, fortune, and good looks to recommend him was more than a little intimidating.

He cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and forced himself to act naturally.

“Sorry. I mean that it’s an honor to be paid a visit by Paris’s favourite hero,” he recovered nicely with a charming smile that his photographer always lavished praise upon.

Ladybug seemed to appreciate it, chuckling as her smile widened and her blush spread.

“Was there something in particular you needed, Ladybug?” he attempted to suss out the purpose of her visit. “Or, if this is purely a social call, that’s fine too,” he quickly added.

“Oh.” She gave a start, as if suddenly remembering herself. “Sorry. I guess it does feel pretty random having a superhero unexpectedly show up at your window. I was just…” She bit her lip and shifted her weight anxiously. “Sorry,” she laughed, making herself take a shaky breath. “Nervous. I’ve been trying to psych myself up to do this for a long time, so…”

She raised her hand, extending it out to him, and, for the first time, he noticed the single red rose she held.

His eyes widened as he looked back and forth between her and the flower, unsure of what to make of it.

“Here.” She offered him the rose again, her whole face now dusted red in embarrassment. “It’s for you. It…It goes with my suit,” she added, obviously flustered. She winced. “Not that that really means anything to you, but—”

“—Thank you,” he interrupted in an attempt to save her from any additional word vomit.

He reached out and took the rose with a warm, reassuring smile, still not sure what was going on but recognizing a need for intervention from his many years of friendship with Marinette.

Their fingers brushed, making Ladybug jump reflexively, even though he was certain there was no way she could have felt the touch through her suit.

“I love roses,” he continued. “My mother used to grow them, so I have many fond memories of the scent of roses, the feel of their petals, how pretty they look when the sun hits them just right…. It’s such a lovely gift, so thank you.”

He brought it up to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhaled its perfume.

Ladybug curled her fingers into fists, gathering her courage. She took a slow breath in, exhaled, and squeaked, “You’re hot! Get coffee with me?!”

Adrien’s eyes snapped open, and he stared at her in shock as he recalled what he had told Ladybug as Chat Noir the night before about confessing to her mystery boy.

Ladybug took his stunned silence the wrong way and began to panic. “No big deal! No pressure! Just…” She grimaced, groaning in frustration. “I am so sorry. I sound like a crazy fangirl. I swear I’m not like that. I-I like you, Adrien.” She looked back up at him with desperate tears beading in the corners of her eyes as she confessed, “I like you. I know we don’t know each other well, but, from what I’ve seen—your bravery, your determination, your unwillingness to give up—I like you, and I admire you, and I heard you were a fan of mine, so I thought…maybe we could go get coffee and get to know one another better. I’m not asking to be your girlfriend or for any kind of commitment or anything, but could we maybe just get coffee and see how it goes from there? Is that…too ridiculous to ask?”

Adrien was barely able to process all of the incoming information that she was throwing at him. It shouldn’t be possible, but…all signs were pointing to the mystery boy being him. Which meant that she really loved him, both sides of him. Which meant that he probably knew her in real life because there was no way the smart, down-to-earth woman he knew would fall that hard for a boy she had only talked to in short snatches over the years. Ladybug wasn’t the type to devote herself wholeheartedly to a celebrity crush. She knew him, and he was not allowing himself to think about that too hard because he knew how important her secret identity was to her, and it would be a total breech of trust for him to purposely try to figure her out, tempting as it may be.

Besides, now wasn’t the time for thinking. He needed to get ahold of himself and respond because she was panicking and likely to go into a full-on anxiety attack if he didn’t say something soon.

He awkwardly took her hands in his, careful not to smash the rose as he did so. “Ladybug, calm down. It’s okay. I am beyond flattered that you would even ask.”

“But you don’t feel the same way,” she immediately jumped to conclusions, a cold terror washing over her and tying her stomach into knots. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry to bother you! I—”

“—Ladybug,” he cut her off with a fond chuckle. “Listen to me. I am beyond flattered that you would even ask because I have had an embarrassingly huge crush on you since I was thirteen, and I never thought someone as amazing and pretty and talented as you would ever deign to notice me.”

She blinked at him uncomprehendingly. “But…you’re so wonderful,” she informed him, sounding mystified. “How could someone not notice you?”

Adrien smiled sadly as his eyes dropped to the side momentarily. “I’m afraid I don’t always see it the way you do.” He looked back up at her. “I’m sure you doubt yourself sometimes too, don’t you?”

Her mouth rounded into a small “o” of understanding.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I know I’m portrayed a certain way in the media, but the persona I put out there for public consumption isn’t necessarily the real me. I’m actually a huge dork and a little socially inept. I hope I don’t disappoint you.”

She shook her head vehemently. “No. No, not at all. I totally get that. I mean, the public thinks Ladybug is practically infallible, so I constantly feel like I have to live up to that image, but…I try my best, but it’s impossible to be perfect, so…but I could never be disappointed in you, Adrien,” she assured, giving his hand a squeeze that sent his heart soaring.

“The real you may be nerdy, but he’s also kind and valiant and creative and resilient,” she insisted. “I know you probably think you failed when I gave you the Snake Miraculous, but you most definitely didn’t.”

His eyebrow slowly arched at her assertion. “You don’t think so?”

She shook her head, stepping in closer. “Adrien, I was the one who didn’t set you up to succeed. I should have waited for Chat Noir. Maybe then it would have worked, but…looking back with a clearer head, that Miraculous wasn’t a good match for you in the first place, but you did an amazing job even then. You kept trying past the point when anyone else would have given up, and I was really impressed by that, impressed by you. No matter what you think of yourself, I’ll always think you’re amazing…so…coffee?”

She cocked her head to the side and gave him a hopeful smile.

It took a lot of self-control for Adrien not to jump up and down for joy. Instead, he grinned like the cat who’d gotten into the cream and squeezed her hands.

“I would love to get coffee with you.” He almost squealed at the very thought. “Actually…would it be okay if I took you on a full-fledged date?” he inquired tentatively, pressing his luck. “If you just want to start with coffee to test the waters, that’s totally fine, but…” He trailed off, letting her make the call without pressuring her further.

“A date…would be nice,” she decided, her face starting to hurt from smiling so hard. “I’d really like to go on a date.”

His grin spread even wider at her answer, and he couldn’t help but bounce in place in his excitement. “Awesome! That is awesome. When? When works for you?”

“You probably have the busier schedule,” she pointed out with a chuckle. “I’m fairly flexible with advance warning so long as there’s no akuma attack. Maybe this coming Saturday or Sunday afternoon? Do either of those days work for you?”

He scanned his mental calendar thoughtfully before informing, “Saturday is probably best. My days typically start early or go late, so afternoon is usually best.” A thought suddenly occurred to him, causing him to frown. “Except that my father is constantly adding things to my schedule last minute, so… Sorry. I’ll try to get out of it if he tries anything like that Saturday, but if I do have to cancel on you, please know that it was completely out of my control and I would like nothing more than to be on a date with you.”

“No worries,” she chuckled, heart brimming over at that little tidbit of information.

Adrien was always so painfully sweet, and he said the most romantic things.

“I totally understand,” she assured. “Um…I should probably give you my number so that we can hash out the details via text and you can let me know if you do have to cancel.”

“Is it really okay for me to have your number?” he wondered, eyes going wide.

She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, rethinking the offer. “I mean…maybe. Obviously, don’t save my number under ‘Ladybug’ or anything, but it should be okay. I doubt you’re going to give it to anyone else or prank call me or anything, so…”

“I would never,” he assured.

He may have been tempted to call and bother her about mundane things as Chat Noir, but he would never abuse this trust she was placing in him as Adrien.

“Okay.” She gave a decisive nod. “Give me your number, and I’ll text you so that you’ll have mine.”

He readily complied and was soon in possession of the holy grail: Ladybug’s number. Of course, it probably wasn’t her personal number (Chat Noir’s number on his baton did not match Adrien’s), and he technically already had it on his Chat Noir phone, but the act of her giving it to him made it finally feel legitimate.

“What are you saving it as?” she inquired curiously, going up on the balls of her feet to try to catch a peek at his phone screen.

“‘Eve 6’,” he replied, turning the phone to show her once he was done. “They’re a band my friend Luka likes. They have a song called ‘Superhero Girl’, so…” He shrugged. “My brain makes funny connections like that.”

But Ladybug wasn’t concerned with the automatic associations his brain made. She was too caught up in squinting at his screen in confusion. He’d saved her contact information to his favourites, and it wasn’t a long list: Gabriel Agreste, Alya (Lois Lane on Steroids) Césaire, Orpheus Couffaine, Eve 6, (Victor) le Gorille, Ninja Turtle Lahiffe, Maman, Nathalie, and…Princesse.

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “Who’s ‘Princesse’?”

Adrien’s eyes widened as he whipped his head around to stare at his phone in surprise, obviously not having thought twice about the nickname in years. “Oh. Yeah. Um…That would be Marinette. You know my friend Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

She blinked at him blankly. “Uh…Yeah. Yeah, I know Marinette. That’s…an interesting nickname.”

The thing that had her most puzzled was how Chat Noir and Adrien had both come up with the same nickname for her. Was there something innately princess-like about Marinette that she just wasn’t aware of? Did she give off a damsel in distress vibe or something? She wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

“I think it’s fitting,” he replied, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Marinette’s really epic. I mean, don’t get me started because I can and will rant about how amazing this girl is, but she reminds me of a Disney princess. She’s so kind and so good and unbelievably clever. She always stands up for people and does the right thing and uses her creativity to solve problems and save the day. She’s the kind of everyday hero they make movies about, so…she’s more of a ‘kick butt and save the world’ princess than a princess in a tower, but a princess is a princess, and Marinette is a princess.”

He ended his speech with a little “it can’t be helped” shrug.

Meanwhile, Ladybug was trying not to internally combust because Adrien Agreste was the most precious, sweetest human being, and she loved him so much. How could he say such nice things about her with a completely straight face?!

“Wow.” She tried to clear her throat. “You… That’s…”

“A little intense?” he asked through a grimace. “Yeah,” he sighed. “I know. To be honest, I kind of have a bit of a crush on her.”

“What?!” she shrieked.

Her temperature shot through the roof, and her eyeballs felt like they were about ready to pop out of their sockets.

Adrien took her outburst the wrong way and instinctively put his hands up in a placating gesture. “Not to worry! Marinette only thinks of me as a friend. My crush is totally one-sided, and I’m extremely loyal as a partner. To a fault, actually,” he chuckled weakly, thinking of the years he’d continued to carry a flame for the woman in front of him to the exclusion of all others.

“If you and I decide we want to pursue a relationship, my feelings for Marinette won’t be an issue,” he assured. “Seriously. She really doesn’t think of me like that.”

Ladybug’s eyes narrowed as she wondered how on earth he could be so oblivious to her ridiculous crush on him. “How can you be so sure that Marinette doesn’t return your feelings?”

He shrugged. “She’s told me several times over the years that she doesn’t think about me that way. She’s a big fan of my father’s work, but her feelings for me are purely platonic. If Marinette was interested in me, she would have said something by now. She’s really brave and straightforward when she wants something. She’s not afraid of anyone. Heck, she’s even stood up to my father on my behalf at least twice a year, so…I’m pretty sure she’d say something if she were interested in me romantically.”

Ladybug had the distinct urge to go home and bang her head against one of the wooden beams supporting her loft.

She buried her frustration with herself, however, and pasted on the best appeased smile that she could. “Okay. Well. That sounds… That’s good.”

Adrien cringed. “I’m sorry. Developing feelings for Marinette wasn’t something I could really help. Is this a deal-breaker?”

She gave a start. “What?! No! Not at all. That’s… It’s… It’s good. It’s fine. You’re fine. Seriously. I just…I was a little taken aback, but I am still very much interested in you, and I have no doubt that you will be true to your word, and your feelings for Marinette won’t be an issue.”

“Oh,” he sighed in relief, his luminescent grin returning to light up the room once more. “Good. I’m so glad you feel that way because I am seriously looking forward to our date.”

She managed to smooth out her facial expression in order to give him a genuine smile. “Me too. …But I should get going. I didn’t mean to stay so long. I’ll text you about the details?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Can’t wait.”

“Same,” she chuckled, stepping back and readying her yoyo. “Night, night, Beau Gosse.”

With a wink, she blew him a kiss and slipped off into the night.

He caught the kiss and pressed it to his heart, nearly swooning as he watched her go.

“Oh my God,” Plagg hissed in disgust, coming out of hiding in his sock drawer once the coast was clear. “I can’t believe she confessed to you as Ladybug. What was Tikki thinking, letting her do that?”

“Oh my gosh,” Adrien sighed dreamily, sinking down onto the couch and throwing his head back to laugh in unrestrained glee. “Plagg, she loves me! I’m the other guy! I mean, I have to be, right? I just told her last night to tell the guy he was hot and ask him to coffee, and—”

“—Kid, I hate to burst your bubble, but you can’t secretly date your superhero partner,” Plagg interrupted, not sounding the least bit loathe to suck all the joy out of the moment. “You should tell Ladybug that you can’t date a masked superhero and then go ask your girlfriend out. We had a plan with the waiting until after Butterfly Breath was in jail to reveal identities and date Ladybug. You were supposed to be happy now with Marinette.”

Adrien chewed on the inside of his cheek as a large part of the joy he had felt seconds before faded.

Deep down, he knew Plagg was right, but…

“…But I want to date Ladybug now,” he whined, running his hands roughly back and forth through his hair.

Plagg shrugged. “Tough. Ever hear the expression that good things are worth waiting for?”

“I don’t like that expression,” Adrien pouted. “Haven’t I waited long enough already? Seven years is a long time, Plagg, and I feel like we’ve already wasted that time, so why can’t we just be happy together already?”

Slowly, Plagg shook his head. “But she doesn’t know you’re you. Do you really think you can live hiding that from her? You won’t feel like you’re being dishonest or tricking her? You won’t be disappointed because she doesn’t recognize you? She’s going to treat you differently as Adrien. Adrien isn’t her partner. Adrien isn’t her trusted best friend. It’s not going to be the same as when you’re Chat Noir with her.”

Adrien looked down at his feet, frowning, trying not to hear the things Plagg was saying.

“Ignoring the truth doesn’t make it less true, Kid,” Plagg added gently, floating over to land on Adrien’s head and affectionately start grooming his kitten.

“I know,” Adrien mumbled, reaching up to carefully scoop Plagg into his hand.

“Thanks, Plagg.” He brought the kwami down to his face to nuzzle.

“Sure thing,” Plagg promised, for once not putting up his usual aloof front. “…Think about it,” he urged. “The last thing you need is to be dating Ladybug and still be miserable. …Maybe talk about it with your one friend,” he suggested.

Adrien looked up. “You mean Alya?”

Plagg shrugged. “Sure. She’s supposedly Ladybug’s friend, isn’t she? Maybe she can help you talk it out.”

“Can we go now?” Adrien inquired hopefully, perking up.

Plagg sighed, his whole body slumping. “Oh, all right, but let me get some cheese first, will you?”

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