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taintedcigs · 1 year

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✦ STRAWBERRIES & CREAM | steve h. x reader ✦

wc: 2k+

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! swearing, nicknames (sweetheart, baby, princess, etc.) p in v, praises!! lots of praises! degrading if u squint really really hard but not really!! slight dom!steve, but mostly soft!dom!steve, sub!reader, kind of a breeding kink, creampie, steve is v horny, aftercare!! shitty aftercare bc i suck at writing endings JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!

summary: you make steve a strawberry cake, and steve wants to return the favor.

authors note: FIRST TIME WRITING STEVE SMUT IM EXCITED!! im so very sorry about the shitty ending and the shitty aftercare, i had shitty men so i cannot write good aftercare OKAY!!! nah im jk hope yall enjoy it, PLS PLS leave me some feedback they r my joy and hope!! ALSO COME TALK TO ME IN ASKS, OR SEND ME PM IM V FRIENDLY I LOVE TALKING TO PPL okay that's it enjoy!! mwah xo, em💌

steve loves it. he absolutely loves when you do something for him, he adores the pretty smile you give him when he tells you how much he loves whatever it is you did for him.

but he can't help but get horny, so fucking horny when you do something for him. anything. when you bring him coffee at work, he's hard as a rock. when you take care of him after a stressful day, he's grateful, so grateful, but his bulge is tightening his pants.

and right now, when he sees you in your tight little sun dress as you're holding out a strawberry cake, his favorite, he knows he's about to explode.

he groans, actually groans as you dip your finger in the frosting holding out your fingers in front of his lips, his cock is strained in his pants, he needs you, and he needs you now.

his gaze remains attached to yours as he sucks on your finger, the rich flavors engulf his mouth, and he makes a popping sound causing you to rub your thighs together with the way his gaze devours you.

'what d'ya think?' you give him a small smile, excited for his feedback as you spent the entire day working on steve's favorite cake.

'tastes so fuckin' sweet, darlin' he murmurs as you giggle, looking up to him all doe-eyed, and steve swears you're doing it on purpose.

'do you like my surprise?' you ask, your eyes are lit up with hope and steve is putty in your hands, he adores the way your face is covered in flour, and he's quick to swipe it away, admiring your features.

'i love it, baby, you made this just for me?' he teases, his soft hands cup your cheeks, and you nod quickly, melting into his hands.

'mhmm, just for you stevie.' you murmur as you plant a kiss into his palm, and it's so soft, so fragile that steve feels perverted by the way he's thinking about you.

but he's desperate, so fucking desperate that all he wants to do is bend you over the counter and thrust into you till you scream out his name, making you cum over and over again while he watches your pretty face contort.

'wanna taste some too, stevie.' you whine as you point towards the cake, steve's pants tighten at what you're insinuating and he bites his cheek, his fingers dip into the frosting as he holds it in front of you.

you are quick to take his hand in yours, licking the frosting as you suck on his finger, all while holding your gaze with his, and you can almost see his pretty chestnut orbs become dark and lustful.

'you have no idea what you're doing to me, princess.' he sucks in a breath, 'fuck.' he almost groans and you look up at him all innocently.

'my pretty girl.' he murmurs as his lips crash into yours, they taste like strawberries and cream, he's gentle but rough, and so very needy.

'need you baby, need you s'fuckin' badly.' he groans into your lips, 'stevie...' you whine, pleading.

'what does my pretty girl need?' he cooes. 'you. need you inside.' you whine, so needily, so prettily that steve has no choice but to take care of his girl.

before you can comprehend it steve is quick to bend you over the kitchen counter, pressing your head on the cold counter with one hand while the other one is quick to unzip his pants.

'i got you, baby... i'm gonna give you everything you fuckin' need, princess.' he flips up your dress, groaning at the sight as he gives you a rough slap on your cheeks, making you yelp.

'shh, princess... you can take it, mmm? my good lil' girl can take it.' he lays a messy kiss on your back, giving you another slap as you whine again.

'p-please... need more, need your cock, stevie...' you plead, and steve pouts. 'such a needy lil' baby, are ya?' he mocks, and you nod, you want— need him.

his tip is leaking with pre-cum as he gives it a few tugs at the sight of your ass cheeks being covered with his handprints, he smirks, smugly. 's'fuckin' gorgeous...' he murmurs, he tugs at your lacy panties, dragging them down your thighs.

he's slow to kiss every inch of your thighs, he spreads them apart, placing sloppy kisses in your inner thigh from the back as your breath hitches, 'stevie...' you murmur.

'you say my name so pretty.' he praises, 'tell me what you want, doll.' he's teasing now as his lips come close to your pussy lips, but never close enough that you get what you need.

'p-please, stevie, your hands, your mouth, your cock, anything...' you plead, doe-eyed, and steve knows he could never say no to you.

'pretty baby, you know i would never say no to you if you begged for me like that, hmm?' he cooes, standing up now, cowering over your figure, his eyes are glazed with lust, you can't see him with your ass pressing onto his hardened cock, but from the tone of his voice you know how worked up he is.

his fingers are rough as they pinch your clit, causing you to whine. he slips one finger into your soaking folds, going deeper and deeper as you cry out, begging for more.

'is this what you wanted, sweets?' he murmurs, his lips are on your neck, sucking, nibbling, marking you in any way that he can.

'yes, yes!' you whine, steve's fingers are fast as they work in and out of you, his mouth is on each part of your body, almost. you can feel his thick cock, pressing harder against your ass, and it is driving you crazy, you need him inside of you.

'n-need more, stevie. need your cock.' you plead.

'does my good lil' girl want my cock inside?' he cooes, mockingly, making you nod frantically, 'yes, please stevie, please!' you cry out.

'what my pretty girl want, she gets.' he murmurs as he lines his angry tip along your entrance. he holds his cock with one hand while the other has a tight grip on your waist, then to tease you further, he starts tapping his leaking tip against your aching clit, letting out a hum.

you whine at the movement, feeling empty. 'such a pretty fuckin' sight, my gorgeous girl.' mewled groans escape his pretty lips, without letting a whine escape your pretty lips again he thrusts his hips into you in a quick movement, causing you to gasp at the feeling.

with both of his hands, he grips your waist, sheathing his cock inside of you slowly and more steadily now, bending you over further as he works his cock inside of you making you moan and whimper beneath him.

'f-fuck, princess. i'll never get used to how well this tight cunt takes me." his voice is raspy.

"so fuckin' warm.' he groans, his head thrown back as you feel your tight cunt stretch with each of his movement.

he sinks deeper, and deeper into you, burying himself to the hilt, making sure that you feel every ridge, every inch of his cock.

he brings one of his hands against your head, pressing you further into the counter as he thrusts further into you, causing you to suck in a breath when his ridge pushes against your clit again.

'harder, stevie, p-please...' you cry out and steve groans at your words, the way you beg him for more makes him squeeze his eyes shut with pleasure.

'my needy fuckin' girl.' he groans as he removes his cock from your warm pussy, and it almost causes you to whine because of the emptiness, begging for him to fill you up, but before you can steve pushes his girthy cock inside of you again, deeper, and harder.

all the thoughts leave his head, the only thing he cares about now is how you are bent over beneath him, begging for more, crying out his name as your ass jiggles each time he holds a tighter grip and shoves his cock inside of your tight hole.

all he cares about is how warm and tight your cunt feels, and all you care about is how well he fills your hole, so big, and his cock is ridged in all the right places that make you scream out his name.

he's not slowing down as he keeps up his thrusts, he wants you creaming his cock, screaming out his name as he fills your walls with his load.

he wants to ruin you and put you back together all at the same time, he wants you desperate, begging to him to let you cum, over and over again, until your clit is so sensitive that you cannot handle it anymore.

the room is filled with steve's curses and his praises, 'takin' me so well sweets.'

'such a good lil' girl for me, aren't ya?' and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other.

'need to cum, stevie. can i please cum?' you plead, whining still, and steve tries to slow down to not let you cum, but he can't help himself, his movements are still quick and he cannot control his pace when you teasingly arch your ass against him, causing your tight cunt to engulf around his cock, he throws his head back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut.

'f-fuck, baby, doin' so well for me, you can cum for me, babygirl.' he cooes as he bites onto your shoulder to hold himself from spilling his load into you. 'cum for me sweets, cream my cock.'

'i wanna feel you, princess. i wanna feel every fucking inch of this sweet pussy.' he groans as he strokes into you over and over again.

your warm cunt clamps around his cock, steve feels you release through his cock as you cry out for his name.

steve can't hold it in anymore, your pretty whines, the way you moan out his name, and the 'o' shape your pretty little lips take as you orgasm around him is enough to get him to empty his balls inside of you.

's-shit baby, can't hold it in much longer.' he curses.

'cum for me, stevie. wanna feel your warm load inside me.' you whine, praising him, and he groans loudly.

with a final thrust of his lips into your soaked warm cunt, he spills his seed inside of you. you can feel his cock pulse inside of you, it's warm and fills your hole to the brim.

steve groans loudly, and it's so blissful to your ears, he's so beautiful when he's loud and whiny, you think to yourself as your head is filled with nothing but steve.

he collapses on top of you, putting all of his weight onto you, hugging you from behind as you can hear his heavy breathing, still cursing as he praises you.

'my good lil' girl, pretty lil' baby.' he murmurs as he kisses your shoulders, when he's sure that every single drop of his cum is inside of you, he finally slips out.

he turns you around to face him, and you collapse in his arms, feeling dizzy, you hum. 'you're s'good, stevie.' you murmur weakly and it causes a smug chuckle out of steve, he gives your forehead a soft kiss.

'let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart.' you gaze up at him as he picks you up, carrying you with his strong arms.

his honey-glazed eyes are mesmerizing as they look down on you, you adoringly admire his features. he's so pretty after he cums, his beautiful hair lays messily on his forehead, and he has the most adoring gaze.

'wanna take a bath with me? so we can clean you up, pretty girl?' he asks, and you nod. 'mhmm, please.'

he carries you to the bathroom, and you let your hands run over his face, admiring his beauty marks and his always-perfect hair.

'so pretty.' you murmur as steve places you down, running the shower as he chuckles at your comment.

'thank you.' he hums as he places a kiss on your forehead, it's gentle and filled with endearment.

'for what?' you ask, confused.

'for the cake, for the coffees, for all the little things you do for me. and for caring about me, always.' his hands are soft as they cup your cheeks.

'i love you, pretty girl.' he murmurs.

'i love you too, stevie.' you giggle as your lips softly graze against his.

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things imagines #steve harrington x y/n

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serasvictoria · 1 month

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Title: The Boy Is Mine (Mar’s edition)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: A romantic night in doesn’t go exactly as Eddie had planned.

Word Count: 3.312

Warnings: Established relationship. Insecure Eddie. Hurt/comfort.

Notes: Written for @carolmunson’s The Boy Is Mine Writing Challenge (you can find the rules here). Super late entry and it feels like I’ve been working on this for months, but it’s only been about two and a half weeks. Anyway. Here it is.

At least I can finally read the other entries now so that’s the rest of my weekend sorted.

Not beta-read so if you find any mistakes… those are all mine.

“I’ll take care of everything,” Eddie promised you the night before. “You can just put your feet up, or on me if you want, and I’ll obey your every command. I am but your humble servant.”

It had been one month since you had moved in together and Eddie had insisted on doing this for you since he felt that he had been difficult to live with. Naturally you had disagreed with that assessment, but he had been adamant.

Every time that you walked into the bathroom and he had left the toilet seat up, he would apologize like it was the worst thing in the world. It didn’t matter that you kept telling him that you didn’t mind and that it was no trouble at all, he’d still apologize and dart around you to right the wrong.

Same thing happened when you found the odd sock in a place that wasn’t the laundry basket. Or when Eddie hadn’t used a coaster.

Ridiculous and tiny things that were easily overlooked and ignored. Nothing that would be able to ruin your day so you never called him out on these things, because you genuinely didn’t mind. It didn’t stop him from insisting that he was an awful boyfriend and promising to do better though.

Sure, living with Eddie provided some challenges, which was more down to this still being very new to both of you, but nowhere near as many as he himself seemed to think.

For now, you were eager to find out what he had in store for you. Eddie had been incredibly secretive about it and had offered up no clues whatsoever. The only things that he had said were that it was going to be cheesily romantic and that he would surprise you.

You had been looking forward to it the entire day and were positively buzzing as you parked your car next to his van. Work had been hectic this past week and you had been fast asleep at around eight every single evening.

Thankfully today had been relatively quiet so you had been able to leave early. Maybe you should have called to let him know, but you had completely forgotten in your excitement.

When you got out of the car, you could already hear Eddie swearing inside the trailer. The volume only increased the closer that you got and you could only silently apologize to your poor neighbors.

It made you giggle to hear him swear like a docker on the other side of the door. You could only guess as to why it was, but still tried to keep your face as passive as possible when you finally opened the door to see what lay within.

Nothing could prepare you for what was on the other side however.

The kitchen looked like a bomb had exploded in it and Eddie was standing right in the middle of the chaos with a pink flowery apron that had once belonged to your grandmother over his usual black outfit. It looked both ridiculous and endearing.

There were eggshells on the counter and the contents of said eggs were dripping down it. There were white footprints on the floor, because your boyfriend must have stepped in what you assumed (and hoped) was flour. And then there were the white globs of something that looked like frosting that were everywhere, including in his hair.

“Eddie?” Upon hearing your voice, he turned around with a horrified expression on his face since you had caught him in the act. The spoon that was in his hand clattered to the floor loudly. Whatever was on it spattered onto the floor and also left debris on his socks and his jeans. You covered your mouth with your hand to stifle a laugh. “What are you doing?”

“Oh fuck.” Eddie rubbed his hands on the apron, leaving white smudges in its wake. “I thought I had another hour at least.”

Very calmly, you took off your shoes and hung your coat and bag on a peg near the door before walking closer to survey the mess that your boyfriend had made. Somehow it was even worse up close and that was saying something.

There was a mixing bowl on the counter, which seemed to be the source of the mess, with a hand mixer next to it. You could picture him using the highest setting only to have the contents end up all over the place.

“I got to hand it to you, I’m definitely surprised,” you eventually managed to get out whilst desperately trying to suppress your giggles.

“But not exactly in the right way,” he admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck. “In my head, you would come home after I cleaned everything, with the table set all fancy, so many lit candles that it would be a fire hazard and with some sappy record playing.”

“That does sound nice.” There were paper molds with batter in them right behind Eddie, which he was unsuccessfully trying to block from view. “Shame that I got home a bit earlier.”

“You could always leave and pretend that you’ve never seen this.” That’s what finally makes you laugh and since you had been holding back for a while, it didn’t take long for your eyes to well up with happy tears. It made him crack a smile, too. “Which you’re obviously not going to do.”

“Course not,” you replied as you wiped your eyes. “And honestly, as much as I appreciate this,” you gestured around the messy kitchen and then at Eddie himself, “you need to take a shower.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not gonna-“

“No,” you interjected simply and when it looked like Eddie was going to argue, you simply pressed your pointer finger on his lips to ensure that he kept silent. “No.”

“Fuck’s sake,” he mumbled against your finger. “This was supposed to be about you.”

“And I love it.” You pressed a kiss to his frosting stained cheek and could taste the vanilla. When you pulled away, his thumb wiped over your lips to clear the residue that was stuck to it away before sticking it into his mouth. “But I also like you clean and you are, and I’m sorry for saying this, a mess right now.”

“Thought you liked that,” he retorted with an accompanying wiggle of his eyebrows.

“I do yeah, but not when you’re covered in raw eggs, flour, cake batter and frosting.”

“Okay, okay, point taken,” he sighed deeply as he held his hands up to indicate that he was going to let it go. For now. “But I could always leave some of the edible bits on so you could lick them off later though,” he added with a wide and naughty grin.

“Absolutely not.” You pushed him out of the kitchen and in the direction of the bathroom. “If you want me to eat stuff off you, buy some Cool Whip.”

“Kinky!” Eddie laughed when your hand came down on his ass to give it a firm squeeze before he rounded the corner. “I’m not forgetting about that by the way,” he called out before closing the door behind him.

“Didn’t think you would,” you answered.

Part of you already knew that he’d run out to buy some the next morning and that at one point during the day you would end up finding him in the bedroom with the stuff lathered all over himself. You made a mental note to remember to put either a towel or a box of tissues in the bedroom tomorrow just in case, because you had a feeling that things could get messy.

But that was a problem for later. You had to deal with something else right now.

The kitchen was such a mess that you barely even knew where to begin, but the first thing that your eye fell on was a small notebook, one that Eddie always had on him, folded open to a page with a recipe that was written in handwriting that was much nicer than Eddie’s was, not to mention legible.

Chocolate cupcakes with vanilla buttercream frosting.

His little notebook was a closely guarded secret, something that your mortal eyes would not be able to comprehend (his words right before he had shielded it from you by holding a throw pillow in front of it). He used it to jot down notes for D&D campaigns, ideas that he got for lyrics, or whatever else that came to mind that he judged important enough to write down, so the fact that he used it for a recipe that he had procured for you was pretty meaningful.

This was quite possibly the sweetest thing that he had ever done, going through all this trouble for you by doing something that was completely alien to him, since he didn’t think that he was much of a cook. It wasn’t that he didn’t do it, it’s just that his repertoire seemed to be limited to heating up canned foods.

Lost in thought, you had barely even scratched the surface in concerns of the mess that Eddie had made, only managing to put several things in the sink and getting rid of the eggshells, when he reappeared again in a pair of black sweatpants with an old Iron Maiden shirt. If it wasn't for his wet hair, which was soaking the fabric of his shirt, you might have been inclined to think that he hadn’t washed himself at all.

“Did you just stick your head under the tap?”

“No. I took a shower, just like you asked.” He stepped in close enough so that you could smell the soap on his skin. “I just didn’t want you to clean my mess.”

“I don’t mind.”

“You always say that,” he groaned with obvious frustration. “Just let me do it.”

“We can do it together.” You held out a wet cloth to him, which he was eying reluctantly, simply because he felt that you weren’t supposed to help clean up the mess that he had made. “Is that a good compromise?”

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’ for emphasis. “I insist.”

“So I basically have no choice.”

“Pretty much.”

“Okay, whatever.” Seeing that he had lost the discussion, he admitted defeat and finally took the cloth from your hands. “Help me clean then.”

Cleaning together was a lot faster than if he had gone at it alone and before you knew it, all the surfaces were wiped clean, the dishes had been done and were drying in the dish rack, and most importantly of all, the cupcakes were finally in the oven.

“See? That didn’t take too long, now did it?”

“You weren’t supposed to help though.”

That much was kind of made clear to you while the two of you were cleaning. There were little looks that Eddie threw in your direction, whenever he seemed to think that you weren’t looking, that seemed to indicate that he was less than pleased with your help. His expressions were also somewhat… pained at times? It didn’t make a lot of sense and only made you think about why he was even acting like this to begin with.

“I genuinely don’t mind. I wasn’t going to sit and watch you clean, you know that.” You took his hand, pulled him along in the direction of the couch and gestured at him to sit. “Now. What’s this about anyway?”

“What do you mean?” Eddie immediately started fidgeting, even more so than usual, and his leg started bouncing anxiously. “I was trying to do something nice for you.”

Something was obviously bothering him. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate that he had done all this, because you really really did but there was a reason behind this and you’d keep picking at him all night if you had to.

“Excellent deflecting. I’ll get it out of you somehow,” you replied with certainty.

Leaving him on the couch, you stepped back into the kitchen to check the oven and to get something to drink. Eddie had even splurged on the soda by buying something that wasn’t store brand and therefore cheaper. It was amazing how he had managed to plan all of this without giving anything away.

“We appear to have run out of nice cups.” Instead you held up a red plastic cup that you found earlier in one of the cupboards. “So is this okay?”

“We don’t have any nice cups,” he replied without missing a beat.

“How dare you,” you clutched at your chest, pretending to be aghast at his statement. “That Star Wars cup is the best thing that we own.”

“Oh yeah, of course it is.” He rolled his eyes when you mentioned your favorite cup. You were always waving it in his face whenever you needed a quick laugh. “You’re just saying that because you have a thing for Han Solo.”

“You’re just jealous that they didn’t have one with Leia on it.” You handed him his drink and settled in next to him on the couch. Nudging your shoulder into him, you asked, “Now, tell me, why did you do all this?”

“Is it a crime to want to do something nice for you?”

“No, of course it’s n-”

“So why are you interrogating me?”

“Because I know you.”

Eddie avoided your gaze and ran a hand down his face, because of course you’d be able to tell. He knew that he should have thought up some convincing excuse beforehand, but it was too late for that now and the chances that he’d successfully make up something on the fly were practically nonexistent.

Silence fell and for a second there, you thought that he wouldn’t tell you at all, that he would end up brushing it off, as if he was embarrassed to tell you the real reason, which was simply ridiculous. So what was it?

“I wanted to impress you,” he finally admitted softly and pulled you out of your train of thought. “Just once.”

His confession bewildered you and you genuinely didn’t know what to say. You had no idea that he had even felt this way, but you obviously needed to mend this situation since your actions seemed to have inadvertently caused this.

You liked taking care of Eddie, perhaps a little bit too much, and it seemed to have caused him to think that you didn’t need his help at all, which couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

“Eddie, that’s not- hey, look at me.” You cupped his face with your hands until his sad eyes, which were usually filled with so much warmth, finally focused back on you. “I’m already impressed.”

“You’re always looking after me, but I don’t do much,” he sighed dejectedly. “And I’m like the worst cook ever.”

"Aw, don't be like that. That’s not even true," you declared. “Your cooking is fine.”

“Don’t lie.”

“No one can make SpaghettiOs better than you can.”

“Ha, ha.” He tried to sound annoyed, but missed the mark completely when he (accidentally) laughed in earnest. It made him clear his throat in a very poor attempt to hide it. “Very funny.”

“Still made you laugh.” You poked a finger into one of his dimples until he jerked his head away with an even bigger grin than before. “I always like it when you make me breakfast.”

“That’s nothing special,” he shrugged. “Just buttered toast and fruit juice.”

“So? I like it just fine.” Seeing him act so dejectedly over feeling inadequate was breaking your heart and you felt like an idiot for never noticing it before. “Just take the compliment, please. You do enough. Trust me.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.”

“You want me to give examples? Okay, how about when my car broke down and you dropped everything to come pick me up.” It was the first example that came to mind and you could see a spark of amusement in his eyes when you reminded him. “Dustin wouldn’t talk to me for about a week because I ruined your D&D night.”

“The little shit only forgave you when I threatened to kill off his bard,” he laughed. “As if I was going to leave my girl at some seedy gas station in the middle of the night.”

“It was nine, still light out, and mister Jenkins was fine with me hanging out with him until the tow truck showed up.”

“Of course he was fine with it. Have you seen you?” His hand came down on your thigh, giving you a soft squeeze, since the sheer memory of that night ignited a spark of possessiveness inside him. “I don’t trust him.”

“The man’s at least seventy, Eddie!”

“So?” He said very matter of factly, as if it made perfect sense for Eddie to act so territorial around someone that posed no threat whatsoever. “He’s still a guy and I didn’t like how he was looking at you when I got there.”

“Oh yeah? You’d beat up an old man to defend my honor?”

“Babe, I would beat anyone up to defend your honor.”

“And that’s how you take care of me,” you replied resolutely, because he had just proven your point. “You’d take on the whole world for me.”

“I have to. You’re my girl.” Hearing those words were enough to make your heart swell about three sizes in your chest and you managed to catch him off guard when you pressed your lips against his for a quick kiss. “What was that for?”

“For being you,” you sighed contentedly as you rested your head against his shoulder. “That’s why I love you.”

“I love you too.” He put his arm around you and attempted to pull you even closer into his side. “Let me try this again. How about a romantic evening with me, your loving boyfriend, while I fully intend to feed you the cupcakes that I made all by myself, and maybe then we can watch a movie?”

“What movie?”

He pressed his lips into your hairline, suddenly embarrassed, and mumbled, “A Room with a View.”

“Really?” It made you pull away from him, wide eyed and excited, so you could see his face and found that he was dead serious. “You didn’t!” you exclaimed in surprise.

“I did,” he confirmed. “You should have seen Harrington’s face.”

“It’s not really your kind of movie.” Eddie’s taste in movies was fairly unique to put it mildly. He had a penchant for loving the ones that were unbelievably bad. “You must have really shocked him for not renting something shittier.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with Hard Rock Zombies.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned when you remembered that particular movie. “Or Slumber Party Massacre, which you called an ‘underrated classic’ if I recall correctly?”

“It is! My tastes are just too high end for you and I accepted that shortcoming in you years ago-“

“Hey!”

“Let me finish.” It was his turn to place his index finger over your lips to ensure your silence this time around. “So yeah, I could have rented one of those masterpieces, but I didn’t because this is your night and this one came highly recommended by Robin. So, babe, would you do me the honor of watching this movie with me?”

“I would love to.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said with a self satisfied smile. “So just sit here and look pretty while I get everything ready, okay?”

“I shall eagerly await your return.” Eddie took your hand, kissed the back of it and let it slip from his grasp as he went back to the kitchen. “You’re such a dork.”

“Your dork,” he corrected. “And don’t you forget it.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t,” you confirmed.

And you wouldn’t. He was your guy after all.

#the boy is mine #stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #mar writes

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glittering-moonlillie · 1 year

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My Beloved (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Word Count: 2740

Warnings: None

Summary: Not knowing how to express his feelings any other way, Damian resorts to calling you pet names in his mother's tongue in order to air out his pent up affection.

“Habibti, can you hand me the yellow frosting?” Damian was in deep trouble - absolutely terrible, hideous trouble.

“Of course!” You reached over to your left and handed him the buttercream, the arabic pet name flying over your head.

In his language, Habibti was a sign of endearment given to your lover, usually meaning something along the lines of My Love or Darling - but to you, he was utterly convinced that you believed it was a form of belittlement similar to Idiot.

Of course, Damian was too afraid to correct you and he was not sure if you would believe him if he tried. He would rather keep it a sweet secret to himself, even if his fragile heart was practically leaping its way out of his rib cage to expose itself to you.

“You know, if you want to call me something mean at least make it so I can understand you.” You laughed, a noise that would certainly haunt him late at night when he was alone and longed for your presence.

“But it’s much more fun seeing you like this.” You scruched your nose, your forehead creasing with the movement. Your lips were parted but no words came out. It was an adorable look he had grown to love despite how dorky you appeared.

You retaliated with a poorly placed handful of orange frosting along his cheek, your lips twisting into a pout that only served to make the fantasies of kissing you worsen.

Orange was an obnoxiously disgusting color but he would bathe in a lazarus pit full of orange frosting if you wished it.

He ran his thumb along his cheek and licked away whatever frosting was there. Alfred’s special buttercream frosting really was to die for. Damian enjoyed the way your eyes slightly widened, relishing in the fact that it wouldn’t have been noticeable to anyone else. He liked to think that the scarlet decorating your face was because of him being undoubtedly sexy, and not the fact that it was because it was a hot summer’s day.

“You’re staring, ya amar.” He smirked. “And I believe that cookie has way too much frosting, it looks like Picaso threw up all over it.”

Ya Amar had to be Damian’s second favorite pet name for you, translating to my moon. He often recalled the way his mother praised the moon for its beauty, treating it similar to a guiding life force. More than anything, Damian wanted to be the sun that illuminated your countenance - to be the man who kept you steady and loved you even if you just saw yourself as a clumpy rock. The name suited you perfectly. You were his beautiful, crated moon with star imbued eyes and a body that reflected the power of an inescapable black hole.

“Hey, are those cookies almost finished? B wants them set out within the hour-” Tim walked in, his under eye bags accentuated further with the distasteful dark blue sweater he threw on.

His brother paused, rolling his eyes at the state of the dining table. Damian hoped that the kitchen disaster was enough of a distraction for him not to notice the lovey-dovey eyes he assuredly was giving his best friend.

“We’ll clean it up, Tim. Sorry about that.” You replied quickly. “But most of the cookies are done, Damian still has a few to finish though.”

You nudged him with your elbow, grinning wildly like the Cheshire cat.

“Just don’t get distracted flirting with each other, I don’t want to deal with an irritated Bruce.”

“Shut up, Timothy. At least we aren’t aggressively making out like how you and Conner were at the last gala.” Damian shot back.

Tim frowned. “I’m too tired to deal with this. Try not to explode anything, okay?”

Damian waved off his brother and went back to decorating one of the cookies for the large event at Wayne Manor tonight. It was a charity event to raise awareness of the increase in homeless population on the streets of Gotham, and alongside the event, his family was hosting a soup kitchen for any struggling person on the streets. Along with a hearty, full course meal, they would be served one of the cookies being decorated by the two of you.

Although Damian’s father normally did not allow any friend’s to charity events, you were always an exception due to the fact that if you weren’t there, Damian would blow a gasket and murder someone if he was in a suit for too long. Your presence beside Damian was often looked over when you were both younger, but now that a few years had gone by plenty of journalists speculated the possibility of “a secret blooming relationship.”

The common theory circulating around Gotham was the idea that his father was disapproving of them being together since you were a “commoner,” therefore excusing the lack of concrete evidence of the relationship existing. Damian had found the notion completely ridiculous; even if his father disapproved of you in that context, that would not stop him from loving you the way he always dreamed, consequences be damned.

You treated the whole situation with carefree ease, giggling at the awful pictures and wack job theories concocted by 40 year old men looking to sell half-baked news. On one hand, Damian was pleased that the unwanted attention did not bother you, but deep down he also felt a pang of poison seep its way into his bloodstream. Was the idea of being his lover that much of a joke?

The clicking of a phone keyboard brought him back to reality. Damian peered over your shoulder and saw Safari pulled up.

“What ever are you doing, habibti?”

“I’m trying to decipher what you are calling me.” You said. “Can you repeat that last word for me, please?”

The youngest Wayne felt every single pour in his body drip in sweat, excess saliva pooling in his mouth. Perhaps if his blood was functioning properly, then he would have found a better response other than a simple no.

It was very rare for Damian to be properly caught off guard. He should have thought that you would have looked up the words he was repeating, should have come up with a game plan instead of looking like a strangled goose.

His first instinct was to snatch the phone away and cut it up with the plastic, buttercream decorated knife. Damian could pretend to be possessed by a ghost and buy you a better phone with specially installed programs that inhibited your ability to look up any Arabic term. Yes, that was a wonderful idea-

“How are there zero search results?!!” You exclaimed, turning to him. “Did you make up a language or something? Why are there absolutely zero results??”

Damian looked at your phone again. You certainly took some liberties with the spelling of the pet name, letting him relax into his seat. It was nowhere close to how the word was spelled. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Why are there two y’s in the word?”

Your cheeks flushed. “Well maybe if you told me the other 20 languages you spoke I’d get somewhere.”

For the next 15 minutes, you angrily punched in 17 different ways to spell Habibti, all massively incorrect and leading to nowhere. You eventually threw your phone on the ground with a huff while he cackled.

“This is so unfair. I demand restitution for the amount of time I have lost thanks to you.” Damian hummed.

“I can’t give you back those missing minutes, but I can pay you back with your favorite meal and my full attention tonight.”

You pretended to ponder over the offer, but Damian knew you could not say no to Alfred’s cooking. “Okay, fine. But only because I love Alfred’s food and nothing else.”

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The moon peered over the horizon, the stars twinkling like falling fairy dust on a navy blue canvas. Hundreds of Gotham’s richest filled Wayne Manor, most of which were dressed with gaudy colors and bedazzlements, with feathers and overpriced jewels.

Damian was dressed in a dark green suit, one that Alfred had picked a little while ago. He was fully aware of the lustful stares he was given by the woman (and some of the men) there but he could care less. There was only one person he cared about impressing and that said person was “discreetly” stuffing themselves with a plate full of food in the corner.

As an attendant of the Gala, you were in a stunning dress that fit every single curve of your body marvelously, all courtesy to Stephanie who helped you pick out the dress to begin with. Heat rose to his cheeks and he began fumbling with his tie.

Damian was not the only one there to notice your beauty either. As you were trying to polish off your plate of food, several men had made attempts to woo you onto the dancefloor. Thankfully you declined all of their advances - Damian was not sure what he would have felt if you did. If it weren’t for the hundreds of other people present, he would have unquestionably sliced off the suitors hands if they tried to touch you again.

“Ya Helo, you look…” His throat clogged as you stared up at him. “You look stunning…”

Damian was convinced that your smile was the brightest thing in the universe; he was also sure that it could cure any bout of irritation or sadness possible.

“About time you showed up! Are you done flirting with the 70 year old women yet or does your dad want you back in there?” You poked his chest, the touch feeling like an electrical transfer.

“You know that I would never flirt with those women back there, Habibti. My dad just wanted me to manipulate them into giving more of their money to charity.”

Before you could pull your hand away, he clasped it and brought it closer to his heartbeat. Your hands were a pebble compared to his own and yet they still managed to fit perfectly together like Incan architecture.

“I-I…” You looked away with a crooked smile. “I know that, obviously. I just wanted to tease you a bit!”

When you turned towards him once more, he noticed the way your eyes trailed down his visage, strawberry lips parting ever so slightly. Your laughter died in your throat. The scene felt like the ridiculous romcoms he analyzed from time to time while you were over. All he had to do was lean in a little bit closer and his dreams would be fulfilled-

The tight grip of someone’s hand seized his arm, effectively pulling him away from his darling. The movement caught Damian off guard (the second time that day). There was only a select handful of people who were able to sneak up on him like that…

“Mother.” Damian seethed, turning to gaze upon the woman with a cold glare. “What are you doing here?”

Fitted for the occasion in a sleek black dress, Talia crossed her arms and matched her son’s glare. “Is a mother not allowed to visit her son, especially when he has not messaged her in months?”

Damian stood in front of you, his hands slightly raised in case Talia decided to activate her mother bear mode. Talia’s eyes furrowed, her lip pursing.

“How about you and your little friend follow me upstairs. You can tell me all about how you two met.” She suggested but her voice made it sound more like a threat.

Damian hated how your smile disappeared and was replaced with an apprehensive grimace. He reached for your hand and squeezed.

“Dami…”

“It’ll be alright habib albi…” He whispered, squeezing your hand once again. As the three of them climbed up the stairs, the soft tune of the violin faded into nothing, not even background noise.

“Mother, I find this hardly necessary. Could you have interfered in my life some other day?” Damian groaned.

“Of course not, my son.” Talia shut the door of the room they entered. “If I had, I wouldn’t have been able to meet the girl who stole my beloved’s heart.”

Damian’s heart dropped. “I- what?”

“Y-you must be mistaken. Damian and I…Damian doesn’t like me like that!” You stuttered out with nervous laughter.

Talia raised a single eyebrow. “I find that extremely hard to believe considering what I heard him call you.”

Fuck. Damian mentally slapped himself. He should have known that his mother would have heard him call you that. The pet name was just so natural to him, slipping off his tongue like sweet honey, he forgot that his mother would have been able to understand.

You tilted your head towards Damian then back to Talia, reflexively playing with your hair. “I…maybe you misheard? He calls me these made up names, they really have no meaning.”

“Wait, so he has not told you what they meant?”

“No, he refused to tell me and when I looked it up, there were no search results.” You said.

“Mother, please-”

Talia raised her hand to silence him. “I can’t believe you have been lying to her, Damian! I have raised you better than that. She deserves to know that you are calling her Love of my heart and Darling in Arabic!”

You snapped your head towards Damian, who was internally screaming a colorful variety of cuss words towards his mother. He expected you to look horrified and slap him away, to run for the hills and never speak to him again.

Instead you had this beautiful awestruck look in your galaxy-filled eyes. Your face was a deep crimson.

“Dami…” You hesitated. “Is this true?”

The hopeful tone in your voice was as intoxicating as a few shots of bourbon.

Damian imagined that the day he confessed to you would be atop a starry hill with perfectly blooming jasmines and evening primroses. He would pull you into his arms and whisper his love for you when the moon was at its peak, ending it with a kiss if you let him. It would have been perfect, if fate allowed it to be.

However, there were no starry hilltops or sweetly smelling fragrances - no moon that would peer over them and give its blessing. But you were there with him, an arm's reach away. As long as you were there, wasn't that all that mattered?

Damian glared at his mother, who was in the background with a smug smile, pretending to not overhear the conversation. When she didn’t get the message, he cleared his throat as loud as he could.

“Fine. I suppose I’ll leave you to it - but I expect you to message me afterward since I did the hard work for you.” Talia sauntered her way out of the room, leaving you and Damian alone.

“You didn’t answer my question, Dami…” You glanced up at him with a shy smile. “Were you really secretly giving me pet names in Arabic?”

Reaching for your hands, Damian pulled you close to create a few inch gap. “Yeah…I wanted a way to show you how much I…how much I loved you without you figuring out.”

You giggled, the vibrations of it causing his heart to flutter. “You’re a dork, you know that? I would have reciprocated your feelings no matter what, but it would have been nice if you had told me sooner.”

Your finger trailed down his neck to his collarbone, leaving a trail of lightning in its wake. “I demand more restitution for the time lost.”

Damian hummed, pretending to think of the perfect solution despite him already having one. You edged closer to him.

“How about,” he began, “I kiss you until your lips are as blue as this night sky?”

But before you could respond, Damian already brought his lips to yours. The dreams and fantasies he had did not live up to the actual softness of your lips - the subtle taste of raspberries filling his senses.

Your hands tangled into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. “Shouldn’t we go back to the Gala?”

Damian looked back at the door, contemplating how mad his father would be if he ditched the rest of the party. It was waning closer to midnight anyway and he could just say you were tired.

He turned back to you, his smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “He’ll be fine. Besides, I would rather be with you than flirt with 70 year old women.”

Your attempted giggle was covered with the rougher press of his lips against yours, causing you to fall backwards onto the guest bed. After years of calling you Habibti, now he could finally say it without you thinking it was an insult.

Damian is a simp with huge dimples. Fight me.

#Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne x Reader #Damian Al Ghul #Damian Al Ghul x Reader #Damian Wayne x Y/n #Romance #Damian has dimples!!#DC #Batfam #Fluff #Damian speaking Arabic #Arabic pet names #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Alfred Pennyworth #Tim Drake makes an appearance out of his tomb #Comics

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gojos-fr-bae · 6 months

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Liar pt.3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Pairing: Gojo x fem!eader

Warnings: Pregnancy, sososos saaaaaad, ands, fluff, drinnking, I LOVE Kouki

Word Count: 1k (not them getting shorter)

A/N: BOO! Didin't see this coming huh? Me neither tbh but i didn't go to school yesterday and boredom was kiiling me sooo.....

Month 5

Satrou (I swear we'll see y/n and Kouki this time, allow me this once)

As Satoru slowly awoke from his restless sleep, unbearable nausea overcame him as he threw his bearley living body to his toilet, regurgitating meals he has no memory of even eating. His mouth burned as he vomited bile, burning his tongue.

He had lost his will to live but life refused to let him go. He forced himself to get up, get ready, and prepare himself for the copious amounts of bullshit he would have to deal with throughout whatever amount of time he is able to remain conscious.

As he sat under a tree, ungodly amounts of booze already flowing through his system, he watched his students train on the plain before him.

He felt the grass beside him shuffle, the scent of surgical spirit and smoke flooding his senses.

“Hey idiot,” Shoko said, her raspy voice barely reaching his ears.

She turned to face her former classmate as he sat there, silent with a stoic face.

“Are you seriously planning on staying boring forever?”

No Answer

Shoko Sighed as she looked at her friend. Ever since you left he had never been the same. It pained her to see the bubbliest, happiest person she has ever known in such a state. It was worlds worse than when they lost Suguru and she couldn’t help but feel for the guy. She placed her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it slowly, facing him as he stared at nothing.

“Please take care of yourself, and slow down with the drinking, you’re cooking yourself.” she said with a softness that was rare to hear from her.

The doctor rose from her seat and looked down at Satoru, he’ll be okay. Sha’s praying for him to be okay.

Year 1

Y/N

You woke up and immediately ran to your son’s room, excitement having seeped into every bone in your body .When you walked in and saw you ray of sunshine kneeling against the edge of his crib, bright gummy smile with four front teeth showing and you felt like you were about to EXPLODE.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVEEEEYYYYYY!!!!!!!!” You screamed, picking him up and squeezing him to your chest.

His giggles filled the room and you peppered kisses all over his face. You took him to the living room as he clutched the shirt you were wearing. You walked him to the small living room of your quaint apartment, showing him the cake you stayed up all night baking. You laughed as he put his hand on the cake, smearing it all over his face in an attempt to eat it.

You looked at your son and you felt the love spillover as you couldn't help but tear up at the thought that your precious little angel was growing up. You were so, so proud. But the happiness was slightly soured by the fact that you would have to raise him without his father. You thought about Satoru and where he was right now. From what Megumi had told you, he had taken your disappearance har but he couldn’t really tell you more as Satoru and Megumi barely even saw each other seeing as Satoru buries himself in his work now.

You never hated him and never wished anything bad upon him, but you couldn’t help but miss what you shared, yet when you looked down at your cooing baby, you thought about his future and knew you had done what was best for him. You hope so.

Satoru

Gojo sat in the unoccupied nursery with a blue frosted cupcake in his hands and a number 1 lit candle. He had made sure that he was sober throughout the entire day and night prior just for this occasion. He looked down at the empty crib and pictured you and your child celebrating his first birthday, perfectly happy.

Without him.

For all he knew you had moved on to someone else and his child had a loving father taking care of him. Hisalready shattered heart only broke more and yet he was so happy and excited and proud that his son was already a year old.Although he wasn't there to witness it, it still filled him with such innocent joy.

“Happy birthday my love,” He whispered, a lone tear cascading down his cheek.”I love you.”

Year 2

Y/N

You were seated at your desk at 11pm, looking down at all the bills that needed payment by the end of the month. Rent, water, electricity, you need to buy food, clothes, new shoes for Kouki, and on top of all of this, he was meant to start school in September which was only a month away and you aren't sure how you were going to make all these payments on time seeing as your job didn’t pay you enough to handle it.

“Mommy?” you heard a soft voice call at the entrance of the office. At your door stood your precious kikufuku dressed in his kitty onesie and blue and white monkey plushie being dragged on the ground behind him as he held it loosely.

“Baby, what are you doing awake?” you cooed as he waddled towards you and raised his arms as a sign for you to carry him.

You and your son were extremely attached to each other not only because you were his only parent (technically) but because you worked as customer care you were able to work from home, meaning you two were together 24/7 and it showed.

You placed him on your lap and he immediately snuggled as close to you as possible.

“Sweepy,” he murmured, already falling asleep in your arms.

You looked down at him, kissing his forehead as you realized that you might not be able to give him a life that he deserves.

But you would, If you went back to teaching.

You didn’t want to get yourself involved with what happened right after his birth again but you needed him to have the best life possible. And if that meant you needed to go back, you had no choice. You had to do it for him.

But at what cost?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

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What roles are Willow Tail, Quick Water, and Fern Leaf going to be like in your rewrite? I hate most of DOTC but I do enjoy a lot of the side characters, especially them

Willow Tail I know what I'm doing with, Quick Water and Fern Leaf I'm less sure of.

BB!Willow Tail -> Willow Flayed Bare

Willow is a young molly from the Wind Coalition who fought at the First Battle. Her first name was Tabby, and she earned her title for presenting a large, weaved willowbark basket to the Wind Runner. She's an artisan with a useful talent.

Since I completely overhauled Moth Flight's Vision into Moth Flight's Vow, which has a NEW origin for how the Cleric's Vow occured, I'm still reworking the Bunny Bones plot that I'm fond of.

I'm unsure if it's going to be a novella or a catalyst for the conflict of another book. It might be a good way to create an opportunity for Quick Water to run her rebellion

Willow has a petty dispute with one of Clear Sky's kittens; Tiger Sky. It's a TINY bananas squabble. She doesn't like seeing her rude ass sunbathing on the moor, so she starts leaving bunny bones on the border and accusing her of stealing to get her banned from the area.

Skystar, being the man that he is, takes the accusation that one of HIS warriors, his oldest (remaining) DAUGHTER no less, VERY personally. What started as a mean girl moment quickly exploded into total war.

I LIKE the way that the original plot was so unjustified and avoidable it's painful. I just wish it was framed as the miserable, violent moment it should have been. I'm planning on keeping Willow's blinding, but it's the final straw for Tiger who can't stomach this any longer.

Willow is likely going to end up in the River Kingdom, exiled for starting the conflict. She might still get retooled; in a later draft she may become a ShadowClan Mountain Cat.

Quick Water

Aside from a brief moment in Sun Trail where they give her the trait of being 'vain' and being woman 34 that Clear Sky smacks around to relieve stress in Forest Divided, she's suuuuper neglected in the main arc imo.

I haven't read past the part where they unceremoniously kill Sun Shadow in Shadowstar's Life, so I hope to revisit it before retooling Quick Water more. I hate how DOTC takes every opportunity to shit on Tall Shadow when she doesn't fucking do anything.

(Side note: it's kinda why i cant see Shadowstar as the girlboss ppl want her to be. Wind Runner is the girlboss. Canon!Tall Shadow is absolute girlfail. In BB, Tall Shadow is less girlfail but she still has the pervasive energy of... this isnt going to make sense to anyone but me BUT BB!Tall Shadow is SO girl obama to me. Well-spoken high road liberal who gets steamrolled by dirty fighters.)

So BB!Quick Water,

For one she's going to be part of a full family. It's either going to become the Water Family OR her name will change and she'll become Quick Tail.

I think she's going to become good friends with Shatter Frost, as Shadow's Clan early "conservative" types who think Clear Sky has a point.

They might end up with kittens, because DOTC is supposed to be about. Like. Ancestors. It's bizarre that they gave the Quiet Rainkin like 20 surviving descendants while everyone else dies off. Not cool actually.

In any case, I want to boost Quick's role significantly. Let her be one of Tall's key cats, either a hunter or a fighter. Something that isn't surprising when she eventually tries to toss Shadowstar out of power

Shadowstar actually survives this coup. She's one of the longer-lived founders in BB!DOTC, unlike canon where she was the first to go. Quick, meanwhile, is one of the VERY FIRST Dark Forest demons, which I can hopefully have a lot of fun with.

Fern Leaf

(CW: Canon!Slash and the racist trope he's written as that includes physical and sexual violence)

She is VERY up in the air currently, because I'm rejecting Slash as a villain completely. It was SUPER fucked up of them to make TWO stinky, born-evil native villains and then write one of them the way they did. Not only is it thematically RANCID, but it's also LAZY writing.

They have to make Slash a lustful creep so that Clear Sky looks better, because they DIDN'T WRITE A REAL REDEMPTION WHERE HE FACES ACTUAL CONSEQUENCES.

Like... I'm sorry, we understand that the way they wrote Slash is a really old trope, right?? "The natives will kidnap our women and hurt our children if we don't unite, and that's why the colonization of this land was totally cool" Warrior Cats is no stranger to xenophobia, but this time it went so far it invoked an outright racist trope.

(And then they just... totally gloss over that Star Flower is "young" compared to Clear Sky, who was less than 3 at the time, meaning she must be around the same age as the son he is actively abusing and EURGH Forest Divided makes me want to throw up)

SO.

Now that I have screamed about how ROTTEN this part is to stress WHY I need to gouge it out with a rusty spoon;

First of all, Slash has an updated name to help separate him from canon a bit. The Mountain cats call him Dashes for his leg markings, the Park cats call him The Silver Pelt for the color of his fur, his real name is Star-shine. Just "Star" in a casual context, his birth name. "Shine" is a leader suffix.

In-canon, Fern Leaf's purpose is to be abused by Slash enough that she reveals information to Gray Wing, and to contrast Beautiful Boy Clear Sky who beats the shit out of women and kids for good reasons so his abused underlings still wuv him.

So... no. Not keeping that. Lol, lmao even.

While I'm not totally against allowing Star to remain some type of harsh or even abusive towards his cats, IF that remains, I need to stress how much it is influenced by the constant stress and violence the Forest Cats are surrounded by. Harsh times don't cause abuse, but they do contribute, and even important, protective people can still abuse a victim.

Doesn't make it okay. Doesn't even make it easier to heal from. It robs you of the simplicity of it all-- being hurt by someone you desperately want to remember fondly.

Still, it's a very fine line to walk when I already have a big problem to fix here. I'm dealing with an egregiously racist trope, even if I HAVE already removed the MOST awful parts related to Canon!Slash's behavior (it's not appropriate for the tone I'm setting or something im comfortable writing).

But the physical abuse is a huge part of Fern Leaf. So, do you see my conundrum? I am confident handling the nuances of abuse, but this part of the story could use bleach.

I have a few ideas, one I'm leaning towards, but I'm still open to suggestions

Idea 1: Fern Leaf is one of Misty's kits

This was an earlier thought I'm moving away from, but it's worth mentioning. I already have Birch and Alder I'm doing this with, with Alder Claw eventually defecting from SkyClan, so adding Fern Leaf to the litter might be redundant.

In any case, Milkweed was mates with Misty. If this idea stays, Fern could be the one kitten she managed to escape with, forced to leave the other two behind. But then I wouldn't keep Fern's abuse, y'know?

(Plus Milkweed has so many kittens to pick from that I already need to shave some down. She's got like 6 in canon; I've gone over it before but a massive reason why WC's family trees are so tangled is because of "superqueens" like this. They tend to give one parent a lot of kits instead of giving a lot of parents a few kits.)

Idea 2: Fern Leaf is Star's daughter

Either with or without abuse, this is the one I'm leaning towards. It would mean she can show up a lot through the story as his ""lackey"" until Thunder and Bright learn that her and her dad are just like them.

If I nix the abuse (which seems wisest at the moment, honestly) then Fern can still be covered in her iconic scars, just from tangling with Park and Mountain cats constantly. Naturally she's at the forefront of battle patrols, she's fighting alongside her dad.

Plus, there's lots of opportunities for overhauling the dynamics from canon. Her mom didn't "abandon" them, she was probably attacked by the settlers. Star can be a good parent or just one with more complexity, instead of whatever canon was trying to do with Slash and this unrelated kid he hits.

(Re: very strange they refused to acknowledge that sometimes biodads are not worth forgiving or coddling. Interesting that Tom the Wifebeater and One Eye are sympathized with by the narrative for having kids. Curious they decided Canon!Slash of all characters would NOT be a father.)

Idea 3: Shuffle Fern into a Mountain or Park group.

AKA: prioritize the portrayal of intense physical abuse and her recovery, while avoiding tying it to the Forest cats entirely.

I feel like this one is the least interesting, but I'm keeping it on hand just in case. Like it says on the tin, she'd get any association with Slash/Star removed. I'd try to keep her developing a bond with Bright Storm though, since one of Gray Wing's... okayish moments was his interactions with Fern in trying to encourage her to leave.

(Even then, i really cant stand how the narrative concludes through Gray Wing that Slash is super evil because he doesnt feel love. And that he just decides to not tell Tall Shadow there's an evil group of cats spying on her and planning to invade because... Wisdom idk.)

If I do this, I will probably put her into WindCo. Their "homestead" system where individual families own mini-territories is a ripe situation for abuse to occur in, and the very structure of WindCo means that there's no one around to stop it or seek out for help.

Plus, maybe I could find some way for her to help out Thunder's crew as a WindCo insider. It's not a total wash, I just find Idea 2 more interesting.

#better bones au #BB!DOTC #Cw Slash dotc #Tw abuse #Cw abuse #BB!Quick Water #BB!Willow Tail #BB!Fern Leaf

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quibbler-quirks · 1 year

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Perfect Imperfections - Ominis x fem!Reader

Summary: Ominis asks MC to the Yule Ball. Or at least that was his plan.

Word count: 1.5k

Tags/warnings: she/her pronouns, a little bit of angst, assumed Triwizard Champion MC

A/N: Thank you for all of the love for my first post! I am truly not a writer, but Ominis has been bringing me lots of comfort. Just a little scenario I thought of~ I hope you enjoy!

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It was a terrible misunderstanding really.

Upon the end of her fifth year, MC had thought she had seen all the wizarding world had to offer. Magical prowess beyond her wildest dreams, a goblet of flames spitting out perfectly unburnt paper, and friends that seemed to transcend consequence. That is why strolling into the Transfiguration Courtyard as silent snowflakes fell from the sky, she could not understand why the pale hands of a certain Ominis Gaunt were in the hands of a particularly bubbly Anne Sallow.

It was not as if Ominis and MC were officially courting, but MC had thought after what had happened in their fifth year, they truly had a chance to become friends in their sixth and seemingly more in their seventh.

In her unoccupied hand, Anne held a beautiful bouquet of white roses and snowdrops, sprinkled with opulent green ferns and frosted holly berries. The perfect bouquet to ask someone to the Yule Ball with and with sudden clarity, it all made sense. Ominis had invited Anne to the Ball and not herself. Of course, nothing could triumph a childhood love, especially not after going through extreme measures to find a cure for Anne. MC knew Ominis had cared deeply for Anne throughout their search, but she felt embarrassed by her own ignorance realizing his care was out of love for the Sallow twin.

With the sight of the bouquet blurring, MC continued hastily through the courtyard into the Defence Against the Dark Arts Tower, hoping no one could see the tears that welled in her eyes.

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“Bombarda!” a barrel explodes into splinters.

“Confringo!” a suit of armour topples to the ground.

How could she have been so blind? So selfish? While her feelings for the Gaunt boy had blossomed, it did not mean his feelings had done the same. Frustrated between being happy for her friends and heartbroken, MC lashed out spell after spell, aiming at particularly nowhere. The Undercroft was alight with flashes of colours as if someone had set off fireworks. She should be happy for them. Both were such kind souls and had helped each other through thick and thin, but thoughts of how well they matched did not comfort her. Besides, she had bigger things to worry about.

Continuing to bellow out spells, MC did not notice Sebastian had been watching her for some time, unsure of how to stop her.

Suddenly, the gates of the Undercroft were once again creaking open, but MC’s shouts deafened her senses.

“MC?” called out Ominis.

“She’s been at it for centuries,” Sebastian remarks. “I can’t seem to get her to calm down.”

“What did you do?”

“Why do you always assume it was me?”

“Because it is always you, Sebastian,” Ominis grunts, “if it was not you, then what happened?”

“That… is a fair point,” Sebastian admits in defeat. “I’m not sure, I just know she has been like this since I got here. Practicing for the next challenge maybe? You can give it a go, but I’m going to find somewhere else to read. Good luck.”

The room felt a lot emptier since Ominis had last been there. Hearing Sebastian’s footsteps fade up the stairs, Ominis could also hear just how sharply the spells echoed off of the Undercroft’s stone walls. As if none of the crates and barrels he knew to be placed there existed at all.

“I’m sorry love,” he whispers, directing his wand to the voice of MC. “Arresto momentum.”

Time suddenly stops for MC and her mouth fails to produce another coherent word.

“Reparo!”

The shattered state of the Undercroft begins to repair itself as Ominis carefully strolls over to MC, bringing down her arms and tucking her body into his chest. He could feel her wet tears seep through his wool jumper. Just how much had she been crying?

“What did you do?” the voice of Anne Sallow shrieks.

“Again, why does everyone always assume it was me!” Sebastian retaliates as the twins reappear at the base of the Undercroft.

Slightly embarrassed his childhood friends might have seen him holding their mutual friend quite intimately, Ominis jumps away, a blush rising to his ears.

Seeing the tears falling down her best friend’s face, Anne rushes over to MC, bouquet forgotten on the floor, ready to embrace her. “What did my oaf of a brother do this time?”

Suddenly processing the other people present in the Undercroft, MC wipes her tears and tries to compose herself. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you come in! Don’t worry, Sebastian didn’t do anything… this time… that I know of...”

“Hey-” Sebastian starts.

“Never mind him then. My brother said you were crying as he was coming out of the Undercroft. Is everything okay, MC?”

“Yes, no worries! I’m sorry for worrying you! I was just, erm, worried about the upcoming challenge? Lots to practice I’m afraid”

“That’s bullocks,” Sebastian scoffs, “the Second Task isn’t for another two months! You’ll be fine.”

“Well, something must be on your mind,” Anne says, voice laced with concern.

“Maybe it’s just the Triwizard Tournament in general! There’s so much going on! Seriously, Anne, I’m fitter than a Fwooper! I just came from Professor Weasley’s office and I suppose the pressure really got to me,” MC forces a smile, eyes dropping to the fallen bouquet that lay near Ominis’ feet. “Besides, we have the holidays and the Ball to look forward to! We still have to go shopping for your dress, Anne! Even if our dear friend can’t see how stunning you will look, I think it will still be nice to dress up,” she continues to ramble on, gaze unmoving from the bouquet.

Slowly putting together the puzzle pieces, Anne gasps and steps back from MC in shock. Looking at the fallen bouquet, the Gaunt boy’s red ears, then her friend’s tear-stained face, she realizes MC must have seen her and Ominis in the courtyard on her way to the Undercroft. It really was a terrible misunderstanding.

“You, Gaunt, have some fixing to do,” pointing at the poor boy despite his lack of sight. She huffs over, picking up and shoving the bouquet into his arms.

“What did I do?” he pleads, genuinely concerned.

“Yeah! Why do you always assume it’s us?” Sebastian cries out again.

“Boys…” Anne mutters, dragging her brother back up the stairs past the gate. “I think you have something important to address.”

And with a final grit of her teeth, the Sallow twins disappear back into the tower, leaving a baffled MC and an even more confused Ominis.

Feeling the leaves of the once pristine bouquet tickle his chin, Ominis searches his mind for any reason Anne would ruin the surprise he had prepared.

“That really is a lovely bouquet. Anne is very lucky,” MC breaks the silence.

Oh… Oh! Cursing under his breath, Ominis finally understands what Anne had meant. Oh, this was not going according to plan at all.

Eyes opened wide and stammering over his words, Ominis speaks, “No! No, you are mistaken! These aren’t for Anne! Why would I give such a thing to Anne? A bouquet? That’s ridiculous. Not that bouquets are ridiculous or that I wouldn’t give anything to Anne..” Taking a deep breath, he finishes, “This was meant for you.”

Slightly shocked, MC starts, “But I saw you and Anne in the courtyard and I thought–”

“These were meant for you! I mean, these are for you, love.”

“I don’t think I’m quite following.”

Ominis approaches her carefully, reaching out for her hands and gently placing the bouquet in them. “I am asking you if I could have the honour of accompanying you to the Yule Ball.”

MC’s jaw drops in shock. Too stunned to say anything.

“That is if you are not already going with someone. I know it is rather late of me to ask, but I had this whole thing planned where I was going to–”

Then suddenly his words are cut off by the feeling of lips pressed against his. It is short and it is sweet. It is clumsy but evidently full of love. Everything a first kiss could ever be.

Breaking the contact, MC steps back, clutching the bouquet in her arms. “Wow, what a mess and a fool I am… I didn’t think you were going to ask. I would love that very much, Ominis.”

Smiling and reaching out to place his hands on top of MC’s, Ominis chuckles, “What a mess indeed. I apologize for all of the trouble I have caused. Anne actually was the one helping me pick out the flowers for you. I wanted them to be even a fraction as beautiful as you are, little dove.”

“They are perfect.”

“Not as perfect as you.”

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Bonus:

“OH! I UNDERSTAND NOW!” Sebastian shouts. “That sly dog! Took him long enough.”

“Boys…” Anne grumbles again, but holds back a smile as she watches Ominis and MC hand in hand walking across the courtyard where just moments before everything went astray.

#ominis x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis imagine #hogwarts legacy #ominis x you #hogwarts legacy ominis

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earth2rin · 2 years

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DILF!BAKUGO

warnings: maybe a little suggestive if you squint your eyelids real close but otherwise just pure fluff!!!

drabble drabble drabble

just thinking about dilf!bakugo who has a daughter who is absolutely the sweetest angel you have ever met and i have two different scenarios for this.

you have her in your kindergarten class and she is just the cutest little thing. she’s always so polite and kind to others. one time the class went to a petting zoo and she was so quiet and gentle with the animals. at one point she was sitting on the hay covered ground with a piglet asleep in her lap. some other kid went over to her screaming about how cute it was and how they wanted to hold it and she scolded the kid. “now hush! can’t you see it’s sleeping. you can have a turn when it’s awake.” she whispered just a tad bit ticked off.

the day they got out for winter break you had a christmas party for the kids and boy was it hectic. there was hot chocolate spilt, cookie crumbs all over the place, frosting smeared on the chairs, you know all the normal kid things. as your picking up you hear her quiet voice behind you, “miss (l/n) would you like some help?” and your heart melts. you send her a sweet smile and shake your head, “no i got it baby, but thanks for asking pumpkin!” she makes a thin line with her lips, “are you sure? my daddy won’t be here for a little while, i really don’t mind!” she wasn’t gonna take no for an answer huh? 10 minutes go buy and you both finished and are now dancing to every breath you take by the police when suddenly you hear a knock and a gruff voice at the doorway. you turn around and katsumi runs in that direction. “hi daddy! how was work?” she says as she hugs him tightly. “it was good sweet pea thanks for asking.” as he plants a kiss on her forehead. he turns to you and stumbles a little. god you were gorgeous. “sorry i’m late, i had a little incident to take care of, i hope she didn’t cause too much trouble.” you shake your head and smile “never! she is the sweetest girl i have ever met!” you giggle a little and he smiles. katsumi runs up to you and hugs your leg. “i’ll see you in a few weeks miss (l/n)! have a great christmas break!” she hands you a card of her and her dad wearing matching green turtle necks and jeans. she had saved a christmas card for you. you smile so big and give her hug, “merry christmas katsumi! i hope you have a wonderful christmas and new year! be safe you two!” you wave goodbye and bakugos eyes gaze a little longer and then you can’t see them anymore.

another one would be you being bakugos assistant and sometimes (3 times out of 5) she’ll come to the agency afterschool. she’ll sit in a chair right next to his desk in the office, or she’ll go to the break room to sit at a table (a disney princess one with matching chairs that bakugo got for her) and she’ll draw and color on a notebook that you bought for her. sometimes she’ll even ask for you to lift her up and sit her on your desk and just talk your ear off. which you enjoy because it truly is interesting to get a peak inside a 6 year olds mind, especially pro hero dynamights childs’ at that. she’ll ramble and ramble about “miss (l/n), did you know that baby kangaroos are called joeys?” “do you think ants have nightmares miss (l/n)?” “what would happen if a volcano just erupted right now miss (l/n)?!” “miss (l/n) have you ever had a durian? they stink P U!” and you can’t help but entertain her thoughts by saying “really? i thought they’d be called dunkins!” “i’m sure ants have nightmares, they’re probably scared of some little blonde 6 year old girl drowning them with a water hose.” “well if a volcano exploded right now i’m sure your dad would pick you up and get you as far away from here honey!” “no i haven’t had a durian pumpkin, im sure they can’t smell as bad as your father.” you say as you pinch your nose and waft your hands and she bursts out in laughter.

katsumi sees her dad from the corner of her eye and covers her mouth to try and muffle her giggling, but it doesn’t work to any avail. “what’s all this laughter huh? this is a no laughing environment, only serious faces here.” bakugo says as he goes to tickle her sides. “m-miss (l/n) s-says you’re more stink-ier than a-a-a durian!” she lets out in between giggles and he pauses. “is what i’m hearing true miss (l/n)?” he says with a knowing smirk. you turn your head back to your computer with a straight face. “i said no such thing.” with a side eye. “hmm if i can recall last night you were saying my bedsheets sme-” you shush him and shoo him off shooting katsumi a smile to which she gives an even wider one back.

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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Hey! If it’s alright, may I request a chishiya x gn!reader (established relationship) where it’s their first reaction to the borderlands? Like, Chishiya and reader where going out on a date and then they were suddenly transported to the borderlands and it’s just them reacting to how everyone disappeared, figuring the rules of the place and learning about their new environment and trying to search for food and stuff, and their reaction to their first games and really the games in general. I hope this makes sense!

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff, comfort word count: 1.4k

a/n: thank you for requesting !! your idea makes perfect sense, don't worry. i was gonna make this a lot longer (finding the beach, etc) but this was already long enough i am willing to make a part 02 if anyone wants it tho i hope you like it :)) also his outfit is based on what he was wearing when we saw him before the games in the last ep

warnings: not canon complaint, one mention of blood, slightly ooc chishiya (??)

requests open !! read my rules first

you pull your bag over your shoulder, rushing up the subway station’s steps. you’re able to spot chishiya almost immediately, hands stuffed in his pockets as he crosses the street. his hair is down, wind blowing the locks away from his face. he gives you a small smile, holding his arm out for you. you interlink your arm with his.

“look, there are fireworks!” chishiya leans over your shoulder to see up at the sky. pink and purple sparks explode against the blue sky.

“ready to go?” chishiya asks. you nod, tugging him along with you.

“there’s a cafe that just opened that i want to check out.” chishiya hums, following you through the shibuya streets.

the cafe is quiet when you enter. a teenage girl stands at the counter. her hair is pulled back in a low ponytail, glasses set low on her nose. “oh, hello!” she smiles. she lowers her head in a quick bow. you reciprocate, pulling chishiya closer to look up at the menu above her head.

“you want an iced americano?” chishiya murmurs.

you nod. “sounds good.”

“go find a table, i’ll order.” you press a quick kiss against his cheek, venturing further into the cafe to find a table. there’s no one in the building besides you, chishiya, and the girl. the windows are frosted, blurring the people rushing through tokyo on the outside.

chishiya slides your cup towards you before sitting down across from you. the coffee is sweet against your tongue. “good?”

“it’s really good.” you hand it out towards him so chishiya can take a sip of it.

he hums. “it’s a little sweet.”

the sound of the lights shutting off interrupts your response. the cafe is only illuminated by the sunlight shining through the open windows outside. you glance around curiously. the silence is almost eerie. you can no longer hear the bustle of people outside. the coffee is no longer brewing. you can’t see any movement behind the frosted glass.

“maybe that girl knows what’s going on,” you say. “the power could be out.”

chishiya nods, standing from his seat. you follow after him as you make your way back through the cafe. the girl is no longer at the counter. everything looks like it was left perfectly in place. “hello?” he calls. you share a nervous glance when there’s no response.

hesitantly, you push the door open to the staff room. there’s no one inside. “maybe she’s in the bathroom?” chishiya looks unconvinced but shrugs, watching as you knock on the door. “hello? is anyone in there?” after a few seconds of complete silence, you hesitantly open the door. it’s empty inside.

“we should go.” you nod, following chishiya out of the cafe.

outside, the streets are completely empty. cars sit abandoned. the only sound is the light breeze blowing through the leaves. “what the hell is happening?” you murmur. chishiya grabs your hand, leading you through the now empty city.

“the street lights aren’t working.” he notes.

“so, maybe it’s a power outage. all of the billboards are out too.” the buildings almost look uncanny without the continuous stream of ads playing on a loop to illuminate the outside.

“then where is everyone? an entire city couldn’t disappear in a second.” you bite back a sigh, pulling your phone out of your bag.

“shit,” you curse under your breath. the device is useless in your hand. “i swear my phone wasn’t dead earlier.” chishiya follows your lead, grabbing his own phone out of his back pocket. he presses the power button a few times before holding it down. despite your efforts, they remain completely off.

“we might be able to find someone if we look around.”

“yeah, probably.”

night falls faster than expected. exhausted, you sit down in the middle of the street. despite hours of searching, you still haven’t found anything. any people.

you shiver, rubbing your hands against your forearms. chishiya sits down next to you, staring at the horizon. “cold?” he asks.

“a little.”

chishiya doesn’t say anything, simply shrugging his cardigan off and draping it over your shoulders. “thanks.” he nods, letting you move closer and lean against his chest. his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you even closer. you sit in silence for a few minutes, watching the sunset.

“you know, the city is kind of nice when it’s all quiet like this,” you whisper.

“you think so?”

“yeah.” chishiya rests his head on top of yours, rubbing your back. “i bet we’ll be able to see the stars from here.”

you startle when a billboard suddenly turns on. bright white light illuminates the surrounding area.

“game?” you read. an arrow pointing left leads to another billboard, this one pointing right. “should we go?”

“it doesn’t look like we have a choice,” chishiya says.

you follow the arrows to a tunnel, illuminated by the lights on the sides of it. a bus is parked sideways at the entrance. you circle around it, looking down into the tunnel. it looks empty inside.

“are you here for the game?” you jump at the man’s voice. chishiya steps back, reaching behind himself to grab your arm. the man limps closer to the bus. “i won’t hurt ya,” he says, using the sides of the bus doors to support himself. “don’t need to.”

you nervously follow after him into the bus. a table sits with a few phones laid out. a sign reading ‘one per person’ is behind them.

you reach over to grab one, jumping a little when it turns on. chishiya grabs one after you do, looking down at the phone. the device immediately lights up. there are only a few options available. “visa?” you read.

“you two must be new here,” a woman says from her seat. her hair is greasy. her shirt is wrinkled and her eyes look tired.

“what’s going on?” chishiya asks.

“you have to play the games,” she sighs. “to earn visa days. if you run out, you die.” you blink at her in disbelief. dread crawls through your body, tightening around your lungs. fear presses against your throat, constricting your voice and preventing you from speaking. chishiya’s grip on your hand tightens.

“die?” he repeats.

“the lasers!” the woman sobs, burying her head into her hands. “they kill them!”

your phone chimes in your hand, stealing your attention. “registration closed. game: runaway. difficulty: four of clubs. rules: find the goal in two hours.”

“four of clubs?” you repeat.

“the games are ranked by specialty,” a man says. he’s sitting at the back of the bus. he’s dirty - blue jeans and white t-shirt stained with blood. “spades are physical. diamonds are about wits. clubs are team games. and hearts,” he laughs. it’s hollow, echoing in the bus. the sight sends chills down your spine. “they make you play with people’s hearts.”

“the game will begin in five minutes.” your phone chimes.

“come on,” the bloody man stands, making his way out of the bus. he smirks when he passes you, looking down at your hand, still clutching chishiya’s. his breath reeks of cigarettes as he leans in close to you before chishiya pushes him back. “let’s play.”

the limping man pats the woman’s shoulder, coaxing her to stand and follow him out of the bus.

“should we follow them?” you whisper.

“no,” chishiya leads you to the back of the bus. “the rules said to find the goal. there’s graffiti on the side of the bus. GOAL.”

“are you sure?” he nods. “okay.”

“hey,” chishiya wipes a tear you hadn’t realized fallen from your cheek. “breathe, baby, we’ll be okay.” you nod, taking a shaky breath. the air doesn’t feel like it reaches your lungs but you try anyway. chishiya coaxes you to lean in, forehead pressed against yours. “i’ll protect you.”

“promise?” the world feels juvenile. you’re almost embarrassed but chishiya’s thumb stroking against your cheek distracts you.

“i promise.”

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tangyangie · 1 year

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karma x chaotic s/o headcanons

— oh god.

— you guys are the definition of destruction. nothing is safe from the grasps of you both. you've probably accidentally broken ten desks before. this definitely earned you a scolding from korosensei.

— you guys skip class together. you do whatever you want to in the moment -- from getting coffee and having a chat, to digging a hole in the ground and trying to escape it by running around in circles until you eventually reach the top.

— he teaches you subjects you struggle with. or, more specifically, tries to teach you. it ends up with seeing who can make the most paper cranes before you realize you accidentally used the homework paper.

— you guys stand up on tables. that's just your regular thing. korosensei yells at you both for doing it. the scolding is ineffective.

— you find animals on the street. they end up attacking you both, but that doesn't stop you from the search for pets. after all, dodging them is easy enough.

— karma tries to find ways to catch you off guard. he will place whipped cream on your head if it means you'll be surprised. he probably does that thing where you're about to sit down and he pulls the chair from under you. little shit

— you guys sit upside down on couches. your head is where your knees would be and your feet are sticking up above the couch. it's just too much fun sitting like that and seeing the people on the tv upside down, so it just became a thing.

— he likes to get messy. if you're ever painting, he dips his hands in the paint and gently puts his hand on your face. baking something? you know damn well he's taking the frosting and smearing it on your mouth. (with love ofc)

— you both recreate random movie scenes. with a little fun, of course. but, let's pretend that during your take of the titanic scene, you didn't accidentally fall into the water ten times.

— you've probably exploded microwaves before. not your fault you didn't know the bowl was metal. and that microwaves don't like metal.

— you guys blackmail everyone else. everyone in the class has a special note in your phones with evidence of everything they've done, including teraseka singing in the shower at full volume. but, your rule is no blackmail on each other.

— you guys go to parks a lot. you definitely end up jumping off of the swings and going on top of the monkey bars. some of the parents might give you looks.

— karma picks you up a lot. over his shoulder, bridal style, normally, any way of picking you up, he does. let's not mention the time he held you upside down by your ankles.

notes: i love this idea!! i probably would've added more but i'm working on something rn and i'm stressing about it

anyways i hope you liked it!!

#screaming in the void #and the void screams back #assassination classroom #ass class #fluff #karma #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #akabane #akabane karma #akabane karma x reader #hee hee #assassination classroom x reader #ask #reader fic

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hellfire1975 · 4 months

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To share the general's pain |BETA

Chapter 6 book 7 spoilers !! Cw: scars (small describtion), wounds

ft. general lilia vanrouge

➵ notes: This tweet made me get back to writing. Half of my neurons exploded. !! not finished !! Just a small prompt test ^-^

He hesitated, but he accepted your help. Don't get him wrong, his pride and contempt for people is still high in the sky, but a little more and he would have physically been in the sky, at least that's what humans believe in. With a touch of awkwardness, he took off his outer garment in front of you. The first thing that caught your attention were the scars on his back and shoulders, deep, old, and fresh. Your heart clenched with sorrow. "Who could have done this to you?" - You run your fingertips over the sensitive wounds, barely touching them. One cannot help but wonder what he had to go through to fall unconscious in the middle of a snowy, cold forest. A sense of responsibility sparked inside you, now your concern is more than just kindness, you wanted to relieve him from the burden of his tough pain. Your cold touch made the stranger across from you tense up, remembering the feeling of frost that covered him. You felt the air become heavier, maybe you shouldn't be so inquisitive. The last thing Lilia wanted right now was to be reproached by miserable humans. Did the mood change to the negative side? A painful topic? "Sorry, I guess I shouldn't have asked, but…" - you smiled to yourself, hoping that the next words would melt the ice between the two of you. "Something tells me you're very brave and you got injured for a reason. Isn't that admirable? As the saying goes, scars adorn heroes." Even if it is not true, you were sincere with your words....

I wrote it in one breath, and many moments seem quite corny to me, maybe one day I'll finish it…

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #Lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia twst #twisted wonderland lilia #lilia vanrouge

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bimoonphases · 1 month

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 27 – prompt 27: Expecto Patronum – word count 670

Expecto Patronum - The Patronus Charm is a powerful projection of hope and happiness that drives away Dementors

A part of Remus knew it had been a bad idea, but that part had been drowning for the past hours in the alcohol, the hate for all the Christmas decorations everywhere, the cold, the ache of the second full moon the wolf spent desperately howling for his friends, only to tear himself apart when they failed to show up.

So that part was pretty quiet when he stopped in front of the tombstone, shivering from the cold.

“Hey Lils. Hey Prongs,” he slurred, raising the half-empty bottle to his friends’ names. “Merry Christmas.”

He took a swig and swayed on his feet. The cold was getting worse, but he didn’t care. After all, he had lost everything he had ever cared for. Maybe he could just lie down by Lily and James and fall asleep there and never wake up. He started shivering, and a movement in the corner of his eye made him turn around.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

Not far from him, a hooded figure was hovering by a tombstone rapidly covering in frost. He should have thought about that, really. The Wizarding World was still in such turmoil it was only logical a place so important like Lily and James’s tomb in Godric’s Hollow would be guarded by one of the Dementors Azkaban could spare. Even their son, wherever he was, must have some around.

“They’re my friends,” Remus whispered, his teeth chattering.

The Dementor glided forward and Remus stumbled back as the cold seeped into his bones and distant voices exploded in his head.

“Remus… Something awful has happened…”

The bottle fell from his hand.

“It’s not possible… Sirius wouldn’t…”

“I guess he lived up to his family name after all. I’m sorry Remus, I should have seen it coming.”

He knocked his back into James and Lily’s tombstone. The Dementor crept closer.

“Pete knew he couldn’t beat Sirius in a duel, it doesn’t make sense he went after him!”

“Grief makes us all act in ways we wouldn’t normally, Remus.”

He fumbled in his pocket, searching for his wand.

“I know I’m not his godfather or anything, but can I at least see him? For his parents’ sake.”

“He’ll be safer with his blood family, believe me. Pick up the pieces, Remus. Learn how to move on.”

Remus brandished his wand. He knew the spell and he knew he had been able to cast a fully-fledged Patronus, who ironically was in the shape of a wolf. But all that had been before. His hand trembled.

“I don’t even know if I have anything left you can take,” he whispered.

The Dementor didn’t stop advancing. If Remus was being honest with himself, it didn’t make sense. Dementors were guards, they had no business attacking someone who wasn’t doing any harm, but maybe it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t be worse than what he had lived through in the last weeks. Maybe it would even be better.

But as the Dementor glided even closer, the wolf reared up his head somewhere inside him, survival instinct kicking in. Images flooded Remus’s mind, of the Forbidden Forest and his friends galloping by his side, of the same friends by his bed when he woke up in the Hospital Wing, of smiles, and laughter, and hand holding and warmth, so much warmth…

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

He braced himself against the tombstone while the silver form leaped out of his wand and chased the Dementor across the graveyard until it disappeared somewhere. Remus exhaled. Apparently, he wouldn’t die that day. He looked up to his Patronus as it padded back to him and froze.

“No…” he breathed. “Please, no…”

He had read about what shock and grief could do to the spell, but nothing in those books had mentioned cruelty.

“No…” he repeated, his eyes filling with tears.

He let himself slide to the ground, his back pressed against the cold marble of his best friends’ tombstone. In front of him, glittering with the silver light of the spell, Padfoot wagged his tail.

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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Bathe Me [Kakashi Hatake]

an: a story written for an absolute sweetheart who always encourages me with the kindest of words. This is for you, my darling @tired-teacher-blog, I hope you enjoy taking care of Kakashi.

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader

warnings: talk of injuries, blood, wounded Kakashi, lots of hurt/comfort, bags of fluff with the adorable idiot, lots of kissing, love bites, soft Kakashi, unprotected sex, a lil nipple play, reader on top, creampie

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The overwhelming smell of disinfectant stung your nostrils. It made your eyes burn and it was nothing to do with the threat of tears that pulled from the depths of your anguished mind – of course not.

Your heart thundered in your ears, and you tried valiantly to at least steady your breathing, or you were going to end up in one of these damn rooms as well. You raced through the unfamiliar hallways in search of the correct room, cursing your decision not to intern here when you had the chance.

Where is it? 325, 326, 328… wait, what the fuck? Where is 327?!

Your feet skid to a halt on the tiled floor, and the squeak of your soles caught the attention of two men you only knew as brief acquaintances at best. The state of your overworked brain meant you had not seen them at all, had not noticed the looming presence of two males dressed in the familiar jonin uniforms nor the smell of blood, heavy enough to overpower the disinfectant.

A heavy hand fell to your shoulder mid-spin, trying to get your bearings and still puzzling over how a room could simply vanish? Snapping your head around; your gaze came to rest on the blood-soaked features of Asuma Sarutobi.

Instantly, you switched into work mode.

An expert eye took in the nasty gash that covered his left brow as the reason for the reddish-brown blood that smeared around his eye and down his cheek and neck. It had stopped bleeding but would need stitches to keep it from re-opening and your fingers were lifting to turn his chin when he cleared his throat loudly, enough to pull you out of your assessment.

“Y/n, I’ll be okay,” he assured with a determined nod of his head.

The dark-haired male looked over his shoulder and you followed his gaze to see Gai, leaning against the wall. The normally exuberant male was pale, and his lower lip quivered as he stared at you. His eyes were puffy and tender, not filled with their usual mirth and youthful good humour.

It was enough to cause your heart to palpitate even worse, sweat-slicked your palms as you gripped Asuma’s forest green jonin vest. You tugged at him, shaking with all the strength you possessed. It shouldn’t have been enough to make him budge but the Sarutobi swayed like a tree caught in a ferocious wind.

“Where is he?” you demanded.

Gai sniffled at the sound of your raw, broken voice and Asuma slid a hand through his hair. It was strange seeing him without a lit cigarette pressed between his lips but apparently, even he knew when it was best not to break the rules.

“In there,” he pointed back with his thumb to a door that was tucked into the corner, “but listen, we gotta talk first. He –”

You brushed him off, rounding his imposing frame with eyes fixed on the door that now you could see clearly emblazoned with 327 next to the panel of frosted glass. Before you could reach for the handle, Gai intercepted, blocking the door with a lowered shake of his head. He refused to meet your eyes, content with inspecting the depth of the highly polished floor and you bared your teeth in annoyance.

“Hey – y/n. We’re not tryin’ to keep you from him, but you need to know -”

Anger exploded through your veins, hissing like an angry cat you turned back to Asuma who had followed you the few steps to the closed door.

“Tell me what? Why can’t I just see him? You can spout your bullshit inside there,” you yelled, pointing at the room you were desperate to enter.

Asuma sighed, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he rubbed at the back of his neck. You stared him down as if you weren’t a good foot shorter and only equipped in the basic self-defence that all medical-nins were required to master.

It was Gai that spoke up.

“K-kakashi doesn’t want to stay in hospital. Says he’ll manage by himself at home. He – he told us to stop you from seeing him like this, thinks that it’ll make you think less of him. My eternal rival is truly a foolish man.”

You frowned at those words, heavy lead settling in the pit of your stomach. He doesn’t want me to see him. Thinks I’ll think less of him? Why did I fall in love with a damn idiot?

“Move, Gai. I’ll only ask you once.”

He did as he was told, even he knew that Kakashi’s demand was utter lunacy, and he thanked the heavens above that you had graced his best friend’s life when you had. Kakashi Hatake was a stubborn man, but he had met his match in you.

The air was cool inside the room, and most of the light was kept out from the shuttered blinds that lined the window. Only the low hum of the air conditioning unit could be heard as you stared at the man lying asleep in the bed. Your vision swam with tears at how small your towering man looked in the standard hospital bed.

He had the sheets pulled up and over his nose, refusing to allow the mystery of his lower face to be solved even in his injured state. Eyes closed with dark lashes resting on pale cheeks, his usually perky silver hair slumped low over his brow and a pained expression decorated what should be his handsome face, twisting his features into something upsetting.

You wiped the tears away with the back of your hand and bit down hard enough to draw blood from your lip. A hand gripped at the chart clipped to the end of his bed as you skimmed over the details; his vitals on arrival, the exact details of the injury and what treatment had been administered.

It seemed straightforward enough, a deep laceration to the right side of his abdomen from an unknown assailant. No major arteries or organs had been compromised and he had responded to the immediate healing to stop the bleeding from the physician on call.

You hadn’t known you were pacing the floor as you tried to distance yourself from the fact that you were reading the medical chart of your boyfriend, not until a warm hand grabbed at your free wrist and held you in place.

Kakashi’s steel grey right eye peered up at you from the bed, a resigned look painted his face as he let the sheet fall away. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he pulled you down to perch on the edge of the bed.

“Knew they wouldn’t be able to keep you out,” he croaked out.

It was a hard choice between throwing yourself down into his embrace or smacking the shit out of him – it was a real hard choice. You settled for a combination; your head draped against the crook of his neck whilst your palm smacked lightly against his shoulder. You grimaced at the smell that permeated from his dewy skin, there was no familiar tang of his unique scent, it had been replaced by a mixture of old sweat, blood and the lingering smell of antiseptic.

“You need a bath.”

Kakashi chuckled and it hurt your heart at how he winced from the gesture. You tried to lift yourself from his embrace but a firm hand held tight against your head. Fingers smoothed against your hair, playing with the strands as he shifted slightly until his chin rested atop your head.

“You offering to bathe me, princess?”

His tone was low and husky, the familiar pet name sent a surge of feelings to coil in your stomach, and you marvelled that he could think in such a way given how injured he was. Then again, this was Kakashi Hatake, and he had the libido of a permanently smouldering volcano. He was ready to ‘blow’ at the smallest action, given adequate opportunity and he was taking it without question – consequences be damned.

You dodged his suggestive question in favour of asking one of your own, “what’s this I hear about you not wanting to stay in hospital?”

The silver-haired patient let out a grumpy huff at being side-tracked onto more serious matters and you finally managed to detangle yourself from his grip. He eyed you cautiously as you sat in the chair by his bedside, dragged as close as it would allow, and taking the time to wipe away the stray tears that pooled from your eyes. He saw it, he didn’t miss a thing, but he pretended not to and gave you that minute of repose before you were seeking out the warmth of his fingers.

“I don’t need to be here, I’m more than capable of caring for myself at home,” he sulked, at least having the decency to look away from how childish he sounded, “I’ve had worse wounds than this and even you should know that my medical supplies are well stocked.”

“That’s all well and good, but why choose to grit your teeth and manage, when you could stay here and be taken care of? You’ll heal all the quicker if you just allowed yourself to relax,” you had hurried on at the opening of his mouth, knowing that he was going to argue until he was blue in the face.

Kakashi wiped away the fresh sheen of sweat that had beaded on his forehead, his jaw set in a stubborn line as he met your pleading gaze.

He knew you were right; you knew that he knew you were right, but he wasn’t going to roll over on this one. Hell would freeze over before he stayed any longer than he absolutely had to in a hospital.

It was more than simple dislike; it was a deep hatred – an abhorrence of a place that had brought him nothing but pain and misery in the past.

“I’m going home as soon as I have the strength to leave this bed, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.”

You huffed through your nose, the dying desire to throttle your beloved returning to the surface in record time. Kakashi was not the only one that was stubborn, you could be equally difficult when you wanted and right now you were determined that he would not win – not entirely.

“Fine,” you mused softly, “but I’ll be moving in as your care provider until I deem you fit enough to discharge you from my care. Got it?”

He stared at you, openly ogling as if you had, in fact, gone completely mad. You had spent the night at his place as many times as he had spent at yours, but it was never longer than a night or two. It was a bold move to invite yourself to stay temporarily, but Kakashi had to know how seriously you deemed his situation and his injury.

Ready for a verbal battle, you startled as one brow arched high. He licked meekly at his dry, chapped lips and wriggled his shoulders to sit a little more upright in the bed. All you could do was watch, curious as to what he was up to and instantly on guard for the worst.

“Fine,” he ground out before his voice became a heated whisper, one that you were intimately familiar with, “but only if you promise to help me bathe whenever I ask.”

He would be the death of you both…

Kakashi’s house was far nicer than your own, and it was kept in immaculate order. However, it held little in the way of homely touches that you filled your small apartment with. Very few things hung on the walls, and the units in his living area were devoid of the little trinkets that cluttered your own. No wonder your boyfriend always appeared endlessly fascinated by them whenever he visited.

You thanked Asuma and Gai for their help in getting Kakashi from the hospital and into his own bed. Asuma looked much better now that his cut was stitched up and his skin scrubbed of the remnants of blood. Even Gai was able to crack some jokes as the two men each braced either side of their friend, helping him hobble slowly towards his home.

It hadn’t taken you long to familiarise yourself with his set-up, it helped that you already knew where his bedroom, bathroom, toilet and kitchen were located. You dumped the hastily packed duffel bag in what appeared to be a spare bedroom and headed for his medical supplies.

He hadn’t lied when he said he was well-stocked, the kit he owned could rival your own and you frowned at the implication. You hated thinking about the times when Kakashi had shunned help in favour of tending his own wounds, locking himself away from any kind of human comfort.

The melancholy of these thoughts spurred your footsteps, speeding you back to the master bedroom and scrambling atop the empty half until you could curl against his uninjured side. Kakashi roused from his doze, a grumble in his throat as his head lolled to look down on you, tearful and quivering as your arms grabbed onto his bicep, hugging it close to your chest.

“What’s wrong?” he slurred.

“Nothing really,” you mumbled with your face buried deep into his shoulder once more, “I just – I hate that you spent so long dealing with your injuries all alone. Please, please don’t shut me out.”

He didn’t answer and you peeked up at his face, flushed and shiny in sweat. Sitting up quickly, your palm met his forehead and you hissed through your teeth at the intense flash of heat that radiated from him. His eyes fluttered behind their lids, and you were increasingly aware of the tension within his muscles, the short sharp spasms that were accompanying his fever.

“Shit!”

Is it just a fever? Sign of infection? Fuck, I should never have allowed him to leave the hospital so soon!

The next thirty minutes were spent in a panic-induced silence. A moist rag, cold but not too cold rested on his forehead as your chakra pulled into your hands. The sensation was comforting, this was something you did well and as the warm feeling flowed to the tips of your fingers, it became a calming sense that eased the worst of the fear from the room.

His wound, although deep and jagged was not bleeding. Nothing had popped open under the strain of the transport home and there was no smell of infection. Your chakra hovered closely against the site, prodding as gently as was possible until you were reassured there was no further immediate danger.

The fever had dipped enough to allow you to sigh in relief, standing on shaky legs as you wobbled your way into the kitchen in search of two glasses of water. Your resolution of remaining in another room for the night scattered to the wind as you stared from the doorway at the sleeping man.

Your man.

The man you loved with all your heart.

The man that deserved love as much as anyone else did – and you were going to give it all to him.

Kakashi felt like shit, worse than shit. He groaned, trying to find a comfortable position but the stab of pain in his abdomen put an end to that thought. A rag fell over his eyes which he quickly grabbed and threw across the room. He was unsure what time it was, but it had to be early from the way the warm amber sun filtered through the partially opened drapes at his window.

A soft snore echoed near his ear; his neck craned as much as was possible and the pitter-patter of his heart spoke more than mere words ever could. Curled into a tight ball, your eyes were squeezed shut and fingers clutched into the pale blue bedsheet as if it were your only lifeline in this world. It should be him that you held that tightly, selfishly, Kakashi wanted to be your anchor over all else.

Every muscle ached as his palm met your cheek, thumb stroking the soft skin and he smiled as you nuzzled against his warmth. He tried to recall the events that had transpired once they had arrived at his house, but it was a bit of a blur. Kakashi remembered you thanking Gai and Asuma after they had rather unceremoniously dumped him atop his bed, and after that, there were only mumbled words and heat – a lot of heat.

He felt and smelled disgusting and no longer could he lay here caked in grime and stale sweat. Without disturbing you, Kakashi managed to sit up with only one wince of pain. His bare feet swung to the cool hardwood floor, and he gingerly stood, swaying like the last leaf on an autumn-kissed tree, but remaining upright.

It pained him to leave you asleep, but he knew that you would protest him even being on his feet unaccompanied, and some things a man needed to do on their own.

He caught sight of the unfamiliar bag tossed on the bed in his spare room, before he could stop himself, he was lifting it by the long strap and dragging it back into his room. If you thought for even one second that you were going to sleep in another room, you had another thing coming.

Once more, his gaze softened as he stood to watch you sleep for a moment.

Kakashi had taken plenty of lovers over the years, but never one that burrowed under his skin quite like you. He was enamoured with your no-nonsense attitude, how you challenged him and refused to simply roll over at his ‘bullshit’, as you called it. You were passionate, funny and so pretty it made his teeth set on edge – as if you were the sweetest treat in the candy shop.

It was his greatest pleasure in life to turn that fierce scowl into a shy blushing mess.

You were so affected by his words that he barely had to try to get a reaction from you, so eager for whatever he fed your desires. Whispered words, affirmations of love along with the lewd thoughts that were never far from his mind – especially when he was around you – it all worked like a charm.

Your cunning man adored making you just a little nervous when he set his predatory gaze on you, he could see your ‘fight or flight’ instinct kick in and more often than not he would take chase until you were squealing and giggling in his hold. Thrown over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing, playful swats at your lovely rump and low growls just to hear your cute little noises. Kakashi lived for these moments. They gave him a reason to get up in the morning, to regain the strength he had lost through lack of use and after months of hard work, he was back to peak condition.

Those thoughts wilted as he realised he had been set back by his injury, that he would be out of action for at least a few weeks, and all the lustful memories crashed out of his head in one fell swoop. He stomped to the toilet to take care of business before heading into the attached bathing room where his walk-in shower stood.

He set the water to just below scalding, then lowered it again given the wound under his wrapped abdomen. For long minutes he debated how to go about this whilst the steam curled to the ceiling and fogged the mirror in front of him. The reflection was not a welcome one and he was glad that it quickly became obscured as he brushed his teeth.

Time to prove I am no invalid.

It wasn’t the sunlight that caused you to wake, nor was it the incessantly chirpy dawn chorus. No – it was the absence of warmth.

Scrunching your nose in annoyance, you wriggled around like a worm as you tried to force yourself back to slumber without opening your eyes. The softest of inhales pricked your ear, one eye opening to see Kakashi framed in the doorway with a white towel draped loosely around his lean hips.

He held a second smaller towel to his hair which he used to dry the wet strands and a knowing smile graced his lips as he took a further step into the room. The scent of his spicy pink peppercorn body wash permeated the air, it made your mouth salivate as you drank in his self-assured pose.

You shook your head, there was no time for admiring him, no matter how damn gorgeous he was, not when he was doing exactly what you didn’t want him to do!

“The hell are you doing out of bed by yourself? Why didn’t you wake me?”

You rose to your haunches on the bed, fisting the sheets and shaking one at the silver-haired man that dared – dared – to roll his eyes in response. He came to sit on the corner of the bed with a heavy sigh, and you could tell that the exertion of showering had taken it out of him.

“I managed just fine, didn’t I?” he quipped, throwing the small sodden towel in your enraged face.

“And what if you had collapsed in the shower dumbass? You had a raging fever less than twelve hours ago as well as a wicked wound that hasn’t had any chance to heal yet,” you thundered after throwing the wet towel over the damp silver spikes adorning his head.

One minute you were walking on your knees on the mattress, railing at your idiot of a boyfriend for being so careless, and the next you were flat on your back with a smug face inches from your own.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you’re mad at me?” he purred, letting his nose run along the length of your own.

He was too close and too far away.

The kiss was sinfully slow, lips meeting as if reuniting after a great time had passed, relearning their softness and taste. Kakashi’s tongue licked into your mouth as your lips parted on a soft moan, he explored the wet cavern with a gentle dominance. He tasted like minty toothpaste, his chapped lips from the previous night replaced by dew-kissed petals that were soft yet firm against your own.

Your fingers curled around his neck, carding into the damp hair at the nape and twisting just enough for a quiet groan to rumble in the depths of his chest. Kakashi held himself up on one forearm as his free hand trailed over your shorts from yesterday.

We should stop – I should stop. Gods, why does he have to taste so good? Smell so tantalising?

Against your better judgement, you didn’t put an end to the kisses, didn’t halt him when his lips danced over your cheeks, jaw and down to your throat. You were lost in the feel of him, sucked under the waves of mutual desire with no chance of resistance.

You could feel the little love bites that littered every inch of bare skin he could reach, knew that his wandering fingers had started to unbutton your blouse to expose even more to his hungry mouth and you couldn’t find the will to care how dangerous this was.

It wasn’t until your thighs parted further, lifting to wind around his waist, that you were ripped from the chokehold of rampant lust. Kakashi winched as your leg brushed against his stomach, almost dropping atop you as his forearm shook with the exertion to keep him up.

You pushed him back with steady hands and forced him to sit up as you folded your legs into a knot with a worried expression on your face. He looked away from you, not liking that expression one little bit. It wasn’t hard to identify that you had inadvertently hurt his pride.

With kiss-swollen lips you took his head into your hands, cupping his jaw and rubbing both thumbs over his cheekbones, “I need to check you over, don’t misinterpret my stopping you.”

Kakashi continued to look toward the door but didn’t stop you from unwinding the fresh bandages he had applied after his shower. He remained silent as you pressed him back onto the bed, not even a whisper fell from his mouth as you gathered your chakra and swept the abused flesh surrounding his wound. It was looking good, in fact, it looked better than you had expected.

“Told you I could care for myself.”

You straddled his knees, planting both hands against his shoulders. The flash of carmine from the Sharingan dazzled you for a moment, that look of raw need mingled with a stubborn will not to appear weak.

Mindful of his injury, your face lowered to his just as he had done to you moments ago. Your nose rubbed against him, pressing feather-soft kisses to his cheek.

“I didn’t doubt you for a moment, but you are not alone – not anymore. Let me in, you don’t have to walk this path alone.”

His palms cupped your butt, trying to tug you further up his body and you knew what he wanted, but it would be wrong – you knew that now.

“Plus, I haven’t had a chance to bathe you yet,” you teased. With one quick peck on his nose, you stood from the bed and picked up the white bandages.

You ignored the feigned groan of pain. Kakashi pressed a palm to his face, and you knew that if he were at full strength, you would be in a world of trouble right now. However, you were the master until he recovered and what you said was law. He may look as delicious as always, but the wound on his belly and the dark shadows under his eyes were a reminder that he was not well.

“Let’s wrap you up and I’ll cook some breakfast.”

The day slipped quickly into the next.

A mixture of soft domesticity and playful bickering. He fought against the sleep that constantly tried to smother him into slumber, only succumbing to napping when you would gingerly curl next to him. Lulling him into the velvet void with your hushed voice and delicate finger that drew patterns of unknown design against his chest.

Kakashi found that he had no desire for you to ever leave his home, even after such a short time. You brightened a place that he had previously found little comfort in, and the idea of you leaving him here alone was not a welcome one.

For all his previous admissions that he could manage just fine on his own, he didn’t want to and for the first time in a long time, he found strength in leaning on someone else.

You had tried to retire to his spare bedroom that evening under the guise of letting him get proper rest, and he had pouted like a petulant child until you caved. You made him swear that he would sleep and not try anything ‘funny’, to which he had scoffed. The ideas in his mind were anything but funny, and yet he agreed to your ridiculous demand – forced to seal it with an equally ridiculous pinky promise – and he had not blushed, you couldn’t prove it!

In truth, he had not the energy to truly press the matter. Falling deeply asleep the very second after you mumbled a sleepy “goodnight” and ushered into what he hoped would be a dreamless sleep.

He was not so lucky...

Kakashi found himself in an unsettlingly familiar clearing.

Faced with an unknown shinobi with no identifying forehead protector. His face was concealed by the hood that shrouded him in darkness, even with the Sharingan he could only make out the faintest traces of a sneer and cold navy blue eyes.

He moved with a speed that was unexpected, and Kakashi followed the movement as he had done when he encountered this enemy with Asuma and Gai. However, this time he would be ready to intercept the strike that had caused his injury. Chakra pulled along his forearm and lightning prickled his palm.

In slow motion, he twisted his torso and struck out with his fist.

A sharp pain had him faltering as his left eye blacked out entirely. Kakashi stumbled as the scene changed in the blink of an eye. Where he should have stood, you were there, arms thrown wide as if shielding him from the attack. All he could do was watch as you fell to your knees and then face first into the dirt.

The world spun to black as he tried to run for you, never getting any closer as he roared your name.

Kakashi jolted awake as two tight hands shook at his shoulders, and he rolled instinctively to pull his attacker under his body. The loud shriek of surprise and fright roused him enough to blink his eyes and look down to see your timid face peering back at him.

“Princess, it’s you,” he whispered.

He roamed your features, watching them soften under his expert gaze. You squirmed for release of his tight hold but Kakashi had to be sure – had to know that you were safe and whole. He yanked at the soft cotton of your sleeping top, exposing your midsection that quivered as he ran exploratory fingers over the soft smooth skin – unmarked and perfect.

“Kashi, it’s me. I’m – I’m okay. Look at me,” you pleaded, and he should have known that you would be smart enough to realise that he had been trapped in a nightmare.

His face crumpled as he rested his weight atop your body, accepting him like only a lover could – cradled between your thighs with arms wrapped around his shoulders. You stroked at his naked back and felt the hairs raise as you did your best to soothe his fear from him.

Kakashi nuzzled against your neck, insistent lips pressed to your beating pulse and the primal noises from inside his chest sparked something equally as basic in you.

Wrapped in the dark of the night, you held the face of your beloved and listened to his most earnest plea, “Need you, y/n. Please – I just – I want to wrap myself in only you.”

You were a slowly burning match, ignited by the love and need so openly displayed. Not hidden behind a playful facade, no teasing or messing around – this was something more and it transcended simple intimacy.

A soft kiss was your answer.

Lost in the feel of the man in your arms, drowned by his taste and aroma. He was the very air that your lungs needed, the reason you greeted each morning with a smile on your face and the other half of your soul.

The pale blue sheets twisted as Kakashi let his hands roam your pliant frame, he may need you urgently but he was still going to savour the moment and enjoy your treasure of a body now stripped of clothes.

He had no desire to stop kissing you. Stealing your moans and swallowing them down hungrily, but your writhing movements spoke of how he was needed in other places.

Swipe, swipe, swipe.

Expert fingers spread through your folds, the roughened pad moving in precise time as his mouth closed around your soft nipple. The gasp in your throat spurred him on, tongue swirling the budding peak and lips rolling it gently.

You were so wet and eager, hips pressing against his hand in the hopes of just a touch more friction and Kakashi delivered – as he always did. His thumb nestled against your clit, moving gently from side to side as he knew you liked. Not more than a ghost of pressure as he slowly stoked your fires.

“Love you so much princess,” he cooed against your breasts. The wet disconnect of his lips snapped at the chains of desire, pulling taut and resonating deep in your stomach.

“Kashi – fuck – wait!”

He growled in answer, pearly white teeth nipping at your neglected nipple and almost entirely feral eyes snapped up at your face. The blazing intensity of the Sharingan never ceased to steal the breath from your lungs.

You had to use all of your strength to roll him over, flipping your positions and drawing a deep grunt from Kakashi. His mouth refused to budge from your trapped nipple, the tip tickling against the sensitive skin as he rubbed his excited erection against your slick pussy. A part of you wondered when he had even removed his pyjama pants, but the thought was banished as he deliberately caught your hood with the blunt head of his cock.

It was hard to think straight, to reassemble your mental faculties enough to remember why you had wanted to be on top. Your short nails scratched into the velvet-encased steel of his chest, catching his pretty perked-up nipples as payback for his teasing ways.

“Mm,” he groaned out and finally let his head fall back against the pillows.

“Let me love you, you deserve the world Kakashi.”

He brushed the tears from your eyes with his thumb, a ghost of a smile pressed on his lips as you gazed at him lovingly. Your heart clenched and it only heightened the points that connected you to him, thighs pressed tight against his hips, hands braced on his chest and the gentle sway of your lower lips that encased his shaft coated in your arousal.

You reached between your bodies, mindful of bearing your weight partially on your haunches, and cupped his heavy balls – rolling them slowly and enjoying the catch of breath in his throat. Dextrous fingers continued the massage until you could take it no longer, your need to unite completely overpowering your rational brain.

His cock was hard and straining in your tight fist, sliding easily from base to tip with how drenched he was in your wetness. You guided him to where you needed him most and slowly inched down. Every vein dragged against your walls, forcing you open. The whine from your pouty lips, the writhe of your hips as you stalled at only a few inches deep only tightened his hold on your waist.

Kakashi rubbed soothing circles against your soft tummy, letting you bounce on half of his length as your tight pussy unfurled like a blooming rose. Each descent was easier than the last, the stinging burn of being stretched overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of feeling him deep inside.

You blushed under his heated stare, the one that spoke of carnal thoughts but was softened by the equally pretty blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Teeth sunk deep into your lip, embarrassed by the lewd noises that were close to escaping your throat.

Kakashi gripped your chin, pulling you down so he could kiss you soundly. It was a clash of teeth, a war of tongues that swirled and fought to come out on top, interrupted by the guttural sound as you finally – finally – came to rest flush against Kakashi’s hips.

“That’s it, princess. So tight for me. You feel me here?” he asked, pressing a hand against the slight bulge on your stomach from the angle of your body.

You writhed like a snake, hissing and whimpering through the deep kiss against your cervix. Clenching around his thick cock, catching every intimate spot with practised precision.

It was slow and intimate.

Both hot and intense – lovemaking and primal sex.

Hips faltered from their rhythmical bounce, losing tempo as fatigue set in. Kakashi kneaded at your butt, spreading the cheeks as he dug his fingers into your yielding plush flesh. He took over, fucking up into your pussy that gripped him so tightly, trying to fix him in place and milk him dry.

Your sweaty face pressed into the crook of his neck, a hand on either side of his face to keep you from pressing your weight against his torso and he cursed his injured body. His hips drove harder, making to demonstrate that he was no weakling, he could still fuck you dumb and that was his intention.

Planting his feet on the mattress, he raised his knees and pressed kisses to your cheek, “lean back princess, I gotcha.”

You were as limp as a noodle yet you managed to press your back against his thighs. You gifted him a perfect view, captured by the bright flare of the Sharingan – sweat-soaked smooth skin, breasts moist from his saliva and where his cock disappeared into your pretty pussy.

“Love you Kashi – love you so much,” you slurred.

Silver hair fell into his eyes as he fixed you with a tender smile, linking your fingers to give you the added stability from his arms. His hips snapped upwards and you yelped in surprise, head lolling back as he didn’t dare to give you even a second reprieve.

“I love you too y/n.”

Kakashi drove into you like a man possessed. His butt contracted with every stroke, tightness flooding his belly and making the wet smack of his heavy balls against your ass sound so lewd in the dark room. The precipice approached, your walls squeezing the life out of him as your keening noises reached a crescendo that only animals would be able to hear.

“Cum for me princess,” he coaxed, releasing one hand to let his thumb rub feverishly at your achingly sensitive nub. He wasn’t prepared for your orgasm to knock the breath from his lungs. You exploded like the most spectacular firework – it truly was a sight to behold.

Kakashi gritted his teeth in a desperate attempt to hold off his own release but it was too much. The vice-like grip on this pulsing dick, the heavenly sight of your blissful expression along with your panting chants of his name were too much for him to hold back.

Warm, comforting heat spread throughout your body. You were distantly aware of Kakashi’s orgasm, sensing the hot flood of milky cum that coated your walls and lowly moaning at how it tried to dribble from your still stuffed pussy.

Slowly, you returned to earth.

Grounded by your anchor that was the silver-haired honey lying beneath you. He rubbed your soft stomach, thumbs tracing your sides as he twitched in your tight hold. Each time made you jolt a little, a small giggle cooling the air that was heavy and sticky with the scent of sex.

“You know,” Kakashi purred, fixing you with his steel grey eye, “you still haven’t bathed me yet…”

He grunted as you unseated yourself, head falling to his thighs as your supple, boneless body melded into the sheets. You grinned at him from your position, watching his softening cock twitch in the thick sheen of your combined essence.

“How about an extra special kind of bath?”

The answering smile was wicked, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as you took him in a firm hold and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his sensitive cock.

“You’re so good to me. Better than I deserve. Will – will you stay?” he asked in utter reverence.

How could you even dream of saying no?

#delirious writes #kakashi hatake #kakashi smut #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #naruto #naruto fanfiction #kakashi fanfiction #naruto smut #kakashi fluff #hurt/comfort

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Where everything begins

Idia + Death! reader pt.2 (Part 1. here)

"Life? So there is a celestial opposite to you?" Leona asked.

"Indeed, for we will need Life's help for Ortho and Vil," Y/n nodded.

"Alright, a quick detour should be alright. It's always interesting to see new places," Azul said.

"And it would be interesting to meet Life," Rook agreed.

"Alright, but how are we gonna get there. Where does Life live Y/n?" Riddle asked.

"Well, I must ask one more time. Are you sure you all want to come?" Y/n asked as the boys nodded.

Y/n smirked as they told the boys to draw close, as they were gonna fast travel to Life. Riddle once again asked Y/n where life lived, and Y/n answered a place beyond twisted wonderland. But Before The boys could back out, they suddenly started floating upwards as a dark portal began to open up.

As they remained suspended in the air, they were suddenly sucked up into the portal. Flashes passed by their vision. Riddle looked to his left to see a... Another... World.

Riddle saw a large city with windmills and a giant winged person standing above it. Its arms stretched out in front of it.

Azul looked to his left to see an old English castle. One he's never seen before when fireworks exploded above the castle. Spelling "Welcome to Hogwarts".

Vil and Epel Looked down to see a world of... Sentient cookies, cake monsters, and other strange dessert creatures. While Leona and Rook flipped onto their backs to look up and saw a world of strange people. A bunch of students was heading toward an H-shaped building, the Sign UA in bold letters.

As they traveled between space, suddenly the tunnel began to waver and twist.

"What's happening?" Ghost Ortho asked.

"It appears Space is rearranging and shuffling the worlds around like a pack of playing cards. I was hoping to just have a simple straight path, but it seems we might have to travel through a few worlds to get to Life," Y/n sighed.

"Other?" Idia asked nervesly.

"Worlds?" Ortho asked with excitement.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure the worlds we rest in a safe. For your sake," Y/n said as they quickly scanned the worlds and universes being shuffled around them.

The first world The group rest in was the world of Sentient Cookies, having a stop at the cookie kingdom. The boys were shocked to find themselves transformed into cookies. Their hair and clothes were made of sugar and frosting.

Idia, Ortho, Riddle, and Epel were happy enough to partake in simple adventures around the Cookie kingdom. Leona found many comfy napping places, while Vil and Rook explore the kingdom and its shops. Azul was too interested in how money works in this world.

The next world was Totally not your standard Isekai magic world. I mean a fantasy world, with orcs, dragons, and Slimes. Vil and Idia were not happy with the unadvanced. Idia with the lack of advanced tech, while Vil did not like the lack of basic amenities or basic hygiene.

So Y/n would point out some unique things about this world. How, yes this world is unadvanced in the technology department, but their potions far surpass Twisted wonderland. Much to The NRC boy's surprise.

"How so?" Azul asked.

"While in Twisted, technology evolved and improved faster than magic. So your world relies on machines instead of spells, so your magic never really evolved," Y/n explained.

"in this world, magic is used for everything, farming, cosmetics, forging, and hygiene," Y/n added.

This was amazing to the other worlders, as Riddle wanted to get his hands on all the magic books. Vil wanted all the potion books and herbs.

Soon this supposedly fast and simple trip became a tour across the universe and dimensions. With each world, the boys always find something to collect. But eventually, they got to the Origin, to Life.

It looked like a large tree, the size of a castle floating in space, and at the top of the tree was a large orb of light.

"Is this Life?" Vil asked.

"This is where Life lives and works," Y/n said as they hurried them to the tree.

As they landed on the great roots all the boys stared in awe. The great size of the roots, look like wide meadows. Suddenly there was a surge of mist that blanketed the ground.

"Step inside my home," said a strong voice.

Everyone looked ahead to see a hollow at the base of the root. Ghost Ortho clung to Idia as a few of the boys began to tremble slightly. Y/n stepped ahead of them, and with a gentle smile lead them toward the hollow. Inside were two spiral staircases that led up the tree.

"Augh! Please tell me we do not have to climb all those flights of stairs?" Leona groaned.

"Who are you, and what brings you?" Asked the strong voice.

Everyone looked up to see a figure standing at the top of the first flight of stairs. The mist obscured the figure. The boys recognized a human torso, but they noticed that the figure's legs were very skinny. With strange protrusion on the top of the figure's head. Y/n simply rolled their eyes and swiftly waved their arm, clearing all the mist.

"Enough Life," Y/n sighed. " We're just visiting, and I could really use your help with something."

"Augh, come on Death, I never ever get to make a grand impression," Sighed the antlered figure.

Life had emerald green eyes, with long flowing brown hair framing his face. The hooved god quickly rushed down the stairs and ran straight to Death, pulling them into a warm hug.

"So this deer God is Life?" Leona asked.

"Indeed, But I can be as ferocious as any other beast," Life smiled as he showed off his razor-sharp teeth.

Not even Leona or any other predator-beast man had a mouth full of dagger-like teeth compared to this Life person. As Life looked over the guests Death brought he noticed an odd one out of the group, the 80-year-old man with this group of young people.

"Umm, who is this gentleman?" Life asked.

"I'm...I'm Vil Schoenheit," Vil said as the old man began to sob.

"Vil! What happened to you? You're only 18!" Life gasped.

"He got too close to Tartarus," Death explained.

"What! Death, I thought you got rid of the underworld!" Life huffed in slight annoyance.

"Well, I can't help that Hades did a good job at hiding it all these years. And I can't do anything about it now 'cause people live on it," Death laughed slightly.

"Well alright," Life sighed and turned his attention to Vil. " We should fix this. Jerry!"

Suddenly a strange transparent abstract being, that was called Jerry appeared and handed Life a staff with a floating orb at the top end. Life smiled and gently grabbed the staff and raised the orb above Vil's head. Light started to emerge from the orb when a small drop of a potion dripped onto Vil's head.

Vil looked down at his hands to see the skin tighten as the wrinkles started to disappear. Vil pulled out his pocket mirror to see his Youthful self staring back at him. All the while Vil cheered in happiness, the boys noticed little blue spirit/ wisp things floating all around Life and the Jerry person.

"Um, Y/n. What are those blue things?" Epel asked.

"Those are souls who have yet to live. When they're ready to live and gain a mortal form, Life will send them off randomly to be born," Y/n explained.

"Wow, so what is this place called?" Azul asked.

"It goes by many names, "The beginning" " The cradle", and my personal favorite "The Great Before," Death listed off.

"Oh, we call it the Youth seminar now, Death. Rebranding and all that," Jerry added, as Life was being covered in spirits.

Many of the spirits gathered and climbed up Life, laughing and all trying to talk to Life all at Once. Like a bunch of small children trying to gain the attention of their favorite parent. Some were even curious enough to gather around the NRC boys.

Riddle, Epel, and Rook let the souls get close and even held a few. While Leona would simply flick them off him, the souls would just laugh it off unharmed. As Idia and Ortho watched, they noticed that the souls would cower away from Y/n.

Death tried to smile it off, but their eyes couldn't quite hide the slight hurt. So Ortho quickly floated over to Death and bear-hugged their torso. Death was surprised but smiled softly as they nervesly returned the action. Death eventually turned to Life and explained the reason behind their trip, and that was to have Ortho reincarnated. Idia, Ortho, and the others gasped in surprise.

"So I'm going to live out the anime dream!" Ortho awed.

"Well, you won't remember your previous life. But we will let you choose a world to live in. So choose wisely," Life said. " But what is this, we're still at the entrance. Please come upstairs for some drinks and snacks," Life smiled as he offered a hand to Death.

Azul, Idia, and Leona groaned as they looked up at the seemingly infinite flights of stairs. Jerry chuckled and altered their form to be a four-legged creature. Who scooped up the boys and placed them onto their backs, as the souls happily climbed on as well.

They slowly began to rise up the flights, as the mortals looked around in awe. Hundreds of strange-looking pavilions, all in different shapes and sizes.

"Um, Mr.Life, if I may ask? What are those strange structures?" Azul asked.

"Oh those are were the souls get their personality," Life explained as he turned and gather 4 souls from Jerry. " You four can be excitable."

The four sous went through the pavilion and came out super happy and bouncy.

"And you bunch can be aloof," Jerry said as they sent the rest of the souls into a different Pavillion.

"Wait so were not born with our own personality?" Vil asked.

"Well to be fair, when you live, your personality can change due to your environment and experiences," Death explained.

"And we arrived at the top, our stop is here," Jerry said as they see the boys down.

The boys turned to see a large table with a king's worthy feast set up for them. "How long was this up here?" Leona asked.

"Oh not long. I asked Jerry to set a spread for you all," Life said as another abstract Pikaso creature appeared. "Thank you, Jerry."

"No problem boss," Jerry smiled.

"Are they just all named Jerry?" Azul asked.

"There used to be a Terry, but he works for death now," Life smiled as Death grimaced a bit.

"I don't wanna talk about Terry," Death mumbled. "Shrouds, you have something to discuss with Life."

The brothers nodded and left with Life to the farther end of the room. After much discussion and conversation, Ortho picked a world he would like to live in. Even though Idia was happy it was a pretty safe and peaceful world, he was still nervous about letting go of his brother again.

Life walked over to a large pool that was right underneath the orb of light. With a wave of his staff, the orb began to glow a pure gold color as the pool began to ripple as an image began to appear with a watery surface.

As Idia and Ortho stood at the edge of the pool, Idia noticed his brother tremble slightly.

"Big brother, I'm a little scared," Ortho said as he fiddled with the pendant that Life gave him.

"I'll go as far as I can with you," Idia smiled.

The two fell forward and into the void of space, as they began falling towards the chosen planet. Idia slowly opened his eyes only to feel like he was actually flying. Ortho soon opened his eyes as he awed the planet they were flying to. The two laughed as they did superhero poses as they flew towards the planet when the pendant began to glow.

"I'll make you proud!" Ortho said with a nervous, but determined smile.

"I know you will, you'll be amazing," Idia said as the two hands slowly were being pulled apart.

Soon Ortho and Idia had to let go as Ortho zoomed ahead to the planet below.

__________________________

Idia suddenly Woke up to find himself back in his dorm. No matter how much he thought back on his experiences, he can't help but think it was nothing more than a dream.

"It's about time you woke up. Come on you still have to help fix Ramshackle," Robot Ortho smiled.

"Ugh, alright. I'll dropbox the blueprints to you," Idia groaned as he slipped out of bed.

"You're not coming outside?" Ortho asked.

"No way," Idia said as he sat at his computer.

"Alright," Ortho sighed as he exited the room.

As Idia began to type away, the memory resurfaced in his mind, as Real Ortho's words echoed in his ears. So muster up some confidence and slowly made his way out of his dorm, to help out in person.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst yuu #thrdeath!reader #death au #life oc #Origin Au #riddle x reader #disney twisted wonderland #leona x reader #azul x reader #vil x reader #idia x reader

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The feeling of anger and the letter that caused it - Pride and Prejudice x plus size reader

Summary: You've known Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley since your were a little girl, so it's only normal for them to offer you a ride home when they spot you sad and angry at the side of the road in such cold conditions. (Can be seen as any version of Pride and Prejudice.)

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: I hoping people like this like I love this for I have a whole idea for a series where you the reader get to pick who you end up with.

“I despise that filth.” You don’t even use the word man as you start to boil over into a bubbling fury of fire and flames. Your hands are clutched to your side as you walk without a chaperone, down a lovely path were the trees haven’t been effect by the sudden cold of the afternoon yet just so you can rant and mumble to you hearts content without your mother hearing.

Wearing a long black warm coat, one you’d normally wear in winter but the dreary weather calls for it, a very fashionable coat to suits the regency times without making you look bulky and wide, you stomp down the pathway leaving imprints of your worn shoes onto the frosted over dirt. The high collar of your coat tickles your rounder face, the warmth it gives no match for the fiery anger that sets you face aflame with warmth.

“How dare he ever contact me with such familiarity, after all he’s done!” you roar on with a hint of sadness cracking in your voice.

The bonnet you wear on top of your head, a quiet plain but big one with a nice yellow lace ribbon holding it on your head, narrows your view to the side so you do not see a carriage riding down a road off onto the path you stand on. The path, really an old dirt road farmers use to traverse between fields, is long and winding however you could see every inch of it if you just turn your head a little to the side and see the many little roads and intersections that connect onto it.

“If I were a man then I’d challenge him to a dual.”

You’re standing well to the side of the road, brambles and old man's beard catching onto your coat along with tiny drops of last night’s rain. Any carriage can get by just fine though you’re so blinded in fury that you do not notice as a carriage pulled by two fair horses traverses by.

The reticule clutched in your left hand swings side to side as you finally see the carriage now just a bit off in the distance, you eyebrows knitting together in slight confusion as you walk on only to see that it has stopped.

You steps are slows as you ascend upon the carriage, the horses huffing out cold foggy air as they patiently wait to trot on.

As you walk up to the side you see that the ruffled thick curtains, often seen in all carriages for privacy and to block out any unwanted sunlight, are open and two faces look out at you.

One face, all happy and puppy like, leans in more his eyes wide with worry despite still having a smile on his handsome face, whilst the other man sits stoic with a look of disdain on his face (though still handsome none the less.)

Of course you know of these men, how could you not, you grew up around them even if you’re not partially good friends with them.

“Mr Bingley, Mr Darcy.” You greet in the most polite way you can.

“Miss (L/n), I beg your pardon, but may I ask why you’re out walking alone on such chilly day?” Mr Bingley asks with the most concerned voice you’ve ever heard from him, gosh, you think you see his bottom lip tremble as he asks you it.

“Just heading home.” you half lie.

Yes, you’ll ultimately have to go home but right now you’re out walking venting out your anger and sadness, it’s better to do that then to brood at home until you explode into an angry fit of hatful, but untrue, words that would hurt the feelings of you dear family.

“Why don’t we give you a lift? It is unwise to leave such kind friend out here alone.”

For a moment you contemplate arguing back to Mr Bingley, make up a proper lie to deter the ball of sunshine from insisting. But you look up into his big round eyes and reconsider, really you do.

“Mr Bingley, that is very kind but…“ you talk before you figure out a good lie to tell him.

“It's unlady like to be out alone.” Mr Darcy pipes up making you turn your head to the shadowy man.

“I think it’s more unlady like to be seen unchaperoned in the carriage of two unmarried men, Mr Darcy.”

Mr Darcy like he always is just looks at you with his long boring gaze, no more words said, only the small door to the ornate carriage opened by his hand. You let out a ghastly ‘gah’ sound mumbling ‘fine!’ to the two men before hauling yourself up into the carriage.

Mr Bingley, ever the gentleman moves over so you can sit next to him for Mr Darcy seems to be frozen in place, his eyes still lingering on you.

With all your might your try to sit closest to the window so not to bump knees or squish thighs with Mr Bingley but after the carriage starts moving again your legs start to ache from being so tensed up that your legs knock with Bingley’s. The awkwardness inside the small quarter is visible like a thick fog in the air as you smooth down your dress over your round tummy. You try to sit up as straight as you can whilst the sharp stare of Mr Darcy still stares on at you.

It takes a good fifteen minutes for a conversation to start.

“I thank you both for this ride.” You say hoping it will clear the air and thankfully it gets Mr Bingley yapping.

“No ‘thank you’ needed dear friend-“ there it is again, him calling you his friend, “- I wouldn’t wish anyone to be walking out when it’s so cold out, let alone you Miss (y/n).”

“Well-“ your cheeks warm once more but not with anger, Mr Bingley always knows how to fluster you with his kindness even though you believe he does not realise he’s doing it, “- It is rather nippy out today.”

Before Bingley can speak up once more Mr Darcy speaks up.

“What were you doing out?” for a moment it sounds like Mr Darcy cares for you, his voice wavering just a bit to sound more kind.

“I-well-I-“

Your stutter of a response gets both men looking at you with concern on their faces.

They’re a few years older than you but your mother was always friends with Mr Bingley’s mother so you’ve always known the man, thus also knowing Mr Darcy. With knowing them, with befriending Mr Darcy’s younger sister, you’ve still never really been proper friends with them, not really. But from knowing them, knowing Darcy mostly, you’ve been rolled up in scandal and sadness.

You see when you were younger, more gullible, more effected by bullies who talked about your round body like it was a bad thing, a dashing young man by the name of George Wickham came into your life only to break your heart. Years later he came back but he wasn’t interested in you, no, he was interested in the younger Georgiana Darcy. It still makes you sick to think that you so young fell for him, that you hid away and told no one of the fleeting love only for Georgiana Darcy, a friend and honorary younger sister to you, to get hurt.

Now you sit among Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley angry at the man you haven’t thought about for so long, well until today.

With wobbly hands you dig into your reticule to pull out a letter. You look at Bingley, his face sweet and kind, before shoving the letter into Darcy’s hands.

“I got this. I got it just after luncheon, I have been walking off my disdain ever since.”

Darcy’s gaze on you breaks as he uncrumples the letter which was scrunched up and shoved into you reticule like it was kindle ready for the fire. The paper is flimsy and plain, the seal most gone only leaving a red stain on the folded paper.

Darcy open it and begins to read it to himself.

“To my (Y/n),

I hope that this letter is not too informal for I know we have not spoken in a while.

I regret it, how I lead you on for so long making you think I was to propose, for you were always such a good young girl who followed the men in uniform around so merrily, I never realised the love you had for me. I suppose this letter has come to a surprise, though I had to write it for I do wonder what kind of woman you have become.

I am currently in town and wish to see you again, you and you darling family that is.

If it isn’t too rude I wish to invite you to some afternoon tea, see the address below to send confirmation, which I hope you do.

Your dearest,

George Wickham.”

Mr Darcy’s eyes fill with a rage like no other, the flame only calmed somewhat when they flick up to see your face, to connect with your eyes on the verge of tears.

“I hope Georgiana is safe-” you say weakly, “-I have not seen her in a while.”

When Mr Darcy moved into Pemberley your family had moved into a smaller manor of only five rooms just outside Lambton for your father has long passed and many of your siblings, young and old, have been married off, the money problems rising and the network of close friends also moving with it.

“She is safe (Y/n).” Fitzwilliam Darcy says handing back the letter.

“Good, good good.” your eyes travel from Darcy’s to Bingley’s, his head cocked slightly to the side in a confused look.

“Wickham is back in town.” is all you say to the bright man, his hand goes to yours in which holds the letter but he does not take it from your hand, he rather engulfs your hand with a pleasant warmth, an act to show comfort.

You know this last week has been hard for both men; Mr Bingley having fallen for the eldest Bennet daughter to only find out that she’s been married to her childhood sweetheart for the last year (though the two of them have become fine friends none the less) and Darcy having been snubbed by another Bennet daughter.

Wickham is just the icing on the cake.

The carriage pulls up to your home surrounded by farmers’ fields and small ankle deep rivers.

“Thank you both for the ride home.” you place your free hand, reticule hanging from your wrist by its dainty strap, onto Mr Bingley hand given in to tight squeeze.

“My, (Y/n) must you feel upset again then call for me instead of freezing.” Charles Bingley says with a vigour you’ve only seen on love-struck men.

“I will, I will.”

You rise and step out of the carriage not before nodding to Darcy and saying another full ‘goodbye’ to Bingley.

The carriage does not move until you’re safely inside and waving from the front window to the two men.

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