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skzooweemama · 6 months

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Because this tiktok trend is really old now how would skz reaction to you wiping off thier kisses? Like because it's an old trend they probably wouldn't be thinking that's what you're doing.

gotta keep them on their toes right? i gotchu!!

oh my gosh it’s been nearly a month since i’ve posted anything i- 😭😭 midterms are over now, so i’m hoping i’ll have more time! still working on the rest of the requests i’ve received not to worry 🫡🫡

i hope y’all like this one! i’m gonna be honest, i didn’t have a lot of ideas going into it, so i changed it up a lil from how the prompt was. i think it turned out okay though!

enjoy!

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Bang Chan:

"Baby?" Your boyfriend called down the hall, wandering from the in- home studio to find you in the kitchen making a snack.

You smiled as Chan rounded the corner, with bleary eyes and messy hair. "Hi love, did you just finish?" He hummed and drew you into a hug once he was close enough, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You giggled at his cute behavior and rubbed his back gently.

"Finished and fell asleep..." Chan mumbled into your neck, the sensation making you giggle.

You brought a hand up to scratch at the nape of his neck. "Sounds like you needed it, hm?" Another hum escaped your sleepy boy. "Do you want some of my snack?" Chan nodded, raising his head to see what you were making.

You pulled away briefly to grab the snack (cheese and crackers, a classic) and fed him some. Chan giggled when he realized you wanted to feed him and let you, blushing a bit from the gesture. Afterwards, he pressed a crumby kiss to your cheek.

"Gah! Chris!" You cried out, dramatically wiping at your cheek. Honestly, you didn't really mind, but you wanted to see how he'd react.

Chan just giggled, a shy smile spreading on his face as he pulled you close once again, covering you in more (yet significantly less crumby) kisses.

You squealed out and pushed at his chest, Chan’s laughter mixing with your own as he continued with his attack. “Baby!” You whined, playfully squirming in his hold.

Chan’s arms slipped around your waist and held you fast, his lips trailing down to yours. His warm breath fanned across your face, leaving you completely defenseless. Then he pressed a searing kiss right to your lips, leaving you breathless when he pulled away. You stared up at him, a dazed look in your eyes.

“You’re not gonna wipe that one away now, are you?”

Lee Know:

"Honey? Is that you?" Minho's voice was soft, but it still broke through your post-work haze as you toed off your shoes by the door.

"Yeah Min, I'm home." You called back, shrugging off your jacket and hanging it up. Your scalp was screaming from being up in a bun all day, so you worked on wrestling out the bobby pins while you made your way to the living room.

You freed your hair from its confines just as you came around the corner, finding Minho’s gentle gaze peering back at you. He offered you a warm smile and patted the couch, beckoning you over.

“Hi love…” You said softly, plopping down beside Minho and letting him pull you into his side. You buried your head into the fabric of his hoodie and took a deep breath. “Missed you…”

Minho made a small cooing noise in the back of his throat and pet your hair gently. “Long day?”

“Only the longest… I just keep telling myself that this is my dream job…” You sighed, turning to rest your cheek against his chest.

“That bad, hm? You wanna talk about it?” Minho’s words sent tingles through your body from being pressed so close to him. You huffed out a laugh and shook your head.

“It’s okay, I’m just tired."

"Okay." Minho responded, shifting so he could press a smooch to your forehead.

The kiss was loud and dramatic, and it made you giggle. Without thinking, you wiped at the excess spit his left on your forehead. "Minho! You slobbered me!" You exclaimed, looking up at your boyfriend with a goofy grin on your face.

Minho was staring back at you. If looks could kill, you would be at death's door. It was as if his eyes were screaming at you, beyond offended at you wiping away his love. You couldn’t help but laugh and sat up, pressing your own kisses onto his skin in an apology.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Give me another kiss, I won't wipe it off again!"

Changbin:

Changbin, your love, your light, your life, had been annoying you to no end. This morning it had been his excessive screaming, this afternoon it had been his covers of random songs, and now he would not stop trying to teach you his rap parts in one of their new songs. And he was a really bad teacher.

"No, baby! The flow isn't right, you miss this syllable," He gestured to the lyrics written out in front of you, "and it really kills the rhythm. Let's try again!"

"Bin! I don't get it! I'm not a rapper!" You exclaimed, feeling more and more frustrated by his criticisms. Plus his hand writing was so bad that you could hardly read the lyrics in the first place.

Changbin pouted, grabbing your hand gently. “Can we try again? Please?” You groaned and slumped forward in your seat, laying your head on the table for a moment.

“Fineeee…” You said after a moment. Changbin smiled at the success of his pouting and started the track again.

This time, the word flowed from your lips like water in a stream. You didn't have near as much swagger as your boyfriend did while rapping, but you didn't sound bad by any means. When you chanced a glance over to Changbin, he was sitting there with stars in his eyes. You smiled despite yourself as the verse came to an end.

"So? Was that better?" You asked, leaning back in your chair.

"Was it better? That was great! My baby is a natural!" Changbin exclaimed, leaning over the table to press kisses to your cheeks.

You giggled and batted at him playfully. "I'm not a natural! You had to help me, silly!" Changbin stopped his attack and sat back, and you took the chance to wipe at all the kisses he left on your face. "That's for instilling me with false confidence." You snickered, smiling at him mischievously.

Changbin gasped and let out a dramatic whine. "Babyyyyy!! How could you?! Do you not love your Binnie??" You just started laughing, heart melting immediately at Changbin's cute pout.

"Noooo! Wait I'm sorry!" You laughed, getting up from your chair to hug your pouty boy. "I'll give you all the kisses you want, no more wiping them off!"

Hyunjin:

"Yah! Stay still!" Hyunjin barked at you from his seat in front of the canvas, throwing you a playful glare. You sighed and sat up straighter, trying your hardest to stay posed how he wanted you.

"Hyunnnn... my back is hurting!" You whined (because he didn't say anything about staying quiet). "Are you almost done?"

Hyunjin glanced at you again, his gaze softened. You knew he was starting to feel guilty for keeping you sat there for so long. He looked back to the canvas and started to work more diligently.

"Just a bit longer, okay? You look so beautiful, my love. I don't wanna rush..." Your boyfriend responded, his voice much less harsh now.

You nodded and settled in, keeping perfectly still and trying to ignore the burning that was slowly creeping up your spine. You distracted yourself by watching Hyunjin work. His long black hair was pulled up and away from his eyes, which were focused and calculating as he worked. He was just too pretty. It was unfair, honestly, but selfishly checking him out was your compensation so you couldn't complain too much.

Except for the fact that the pain in your back was getting harder to ignore.

You let out a loud, frustrated sigh before finally, finally, Hyunjin put down that godforsaken brush.

"Okay, okay, I'm done for now." He said, getting up and stretching. You did the same, trying to quell the fire in your muscles. "Come here, baby." You looked to see Hyunjin with his arms out, offering you a hug.

"I don't feel like I should hug you after that torture." You said, crossing your arms. Hyunjin smiled and shook his head, walking forward to wrap you up in his embrace anyway.

"Too bad, I missed you~" He hummed, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You couldn't help but smile and melt into him. Hyunjin chuckled and stepped back, brushing your hair away from your face and giving you a loving look. You pulled a playful scowl back onto your face, which made him laugh once again. "You're cute..." He hummed, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead...

...which you promptly wiped right off, jumping up from your seat and making your way to the door.

Hyunjin caught you around the waist just before you could escape. "Yah! That's not nice! Don't wipe away my love!" He exclaimed, a playful lilt in his tone. You began to giggle gleefully, which made him growl in your ear. "Oh, you wanna laugh?"

You squealed as his fingers dug into your tickle spots, and through your laughter you cried out, "I'm sorry! I won't wipe them away again!"

Han:

When you heard the front door close, it was nearing 1am. This was much later than the time that Jisung promised to be home. You'd practically been worried sick, especially since he wasn't answering your calls or texts. But no, clearly he was fine- just ignoring his worried partner.

So there you sat, arms crossed, silently fuming as your lovely boyfriend came around the corner.

Immediately, you felt bad when you saw him. He looked so tired. His big eyes were bloodshot and framed with dark circles when they were usually bright and full of life, and he was a bit slouched as he walked. But still, he perked right up when he saw you, lips pulling into his big, gummy smile.

"Hi baby!" He said cheerfully. His voice would be a sharp contrast to his appearance, if it wasn't for the hoarseness from recording all day. You glanced at the clock once again and felt yet another pang of frustration.

"Hi Ji," You greeted, offering him a tight lipped smile. "Little late, isn't it? Why didn't you answer my texts? I was worried." Jisung visibly deflated at your words as he sat beside you and that made your heart wrench in your chest.

"Ah- it is late, huh? I'm sorry, baby. I got caught up editing tracks with Chan and my phone died. The studio doesn't have Apple chargers anymore, so I couldn't fix it and there's no clock so-," You cut off his rambling with a hand on his arm.

"Ji- calm down. It's okay, I was just worried, that's all. I'm glad you're home." You told him, offering him a smile to assure him that you were being genuine. Jisung relaxed, and you opened your arms to pull him into a hug. "You okay?"

He nodded against your shoulder, holding you close. The two of you sat in silence for a moment before he pulled away and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You gave him a teasing look and dramatically wiped at the kiss, attempting to get a rise out of him.

That did not go over well, and instead of playing along, tears gathered in Jisung's eyes and his lips immediately pulled into a deep frown.

You laughed in disbelief and pulled him into another hug, holding the back of his head protectively.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry! I was just joking, please don't cry! I won't wipe any more off!"

Felix:

"Babe, are you gonna finish up soon? I'm bored..." You whined, laying face down on your boyfriend's bed, phone abandoned beside you. He'd been working on his PC for hours and you just wanted his attention.

"Impatient, hm?" Was all Felix said in response, and you could practically hear the smile in his voice.

You groaned loudly and kicked your legs. "Lix, it's been hours. I'm wasting away over here!" Felix just laughed, his deep chuckle sounding way too teasing.

You lifted your head and scowled at his back, wishing he'd set down those stupid tools and come pay attention to your before you literally went insane. As you glared at him, an idea crossed your mind. There was an old Tiktok couples prank that you had been wanting to try since you started dating... What better way to get back at him for ignoring you?

Felix was hunched over his keyboard at you approached him from behind, focused on screwing something into something else. When you reached him, you leaned forward, pressing your chest against his back, and wrapped him up in a back hug.

"Lix... pay attention to me..." You whispered in his ear, you voice overly sensual. Felix tensed up beneath you, and you heard his breathing pick up in the quiet of the room. "Oh? Was that all it took?" You teased, nipping at his earlobe before returning to your place on the bed.

It took about .5 seconds until Felix was on you, pushing you down onto the bed and kissing your feverishly. You giggled into the kiss, allowing him to cage you in just for a moment before you pushed at his chest. Felix pulled away and looked at you wildly, his cheeks and ears still bright red from when you flustered him.

You held eye contact with him as you wiped your lips with the back of your hand, giving him a wink as you did so. Felix's face was shocked for a moment, but then he smiled. Fuck, you forgot about how much he was on Tiktok too.

"Did you try to prank me? Why don't I make you regret ever wiping my kisses off, then?"

Seungmin:

Today was one of those rare days that you had off from work. It was a small blessing after a hectic week of project reports and visits from your higher ups, and you were thankful to have some time to recooperate. Unfortunately, Seungmin was still working and you wouldn't see him until the evening.

Luckily he forgot to pack lunch today, so you had the perfect excuse to cook him something he liked and visit him at work.

When you knocked on the door to the practice room all he and his members were in, they had all just finished a dance practice. Seungmin couldn't help the goofy smile that took over his face when he saw you, which made you laugh. The boys teased him for a moment as they gathered their things, greeting you kindly when they filed out the door.

"How was practice?" You asked once everyone had left. Seungmin groaned dramatically and flopped onto the small couch near the door. You laughed and maneuvered him so you had some room to sit too. "That bad?"

"'S fine, just hardddd... my body hurts..." He whined, throwing an arm over his eyes. You hummed and patted his tummy, which made him groan again.

"I'm sorry you're hurting, love. Do you want some food?" Your question had him interested, so he removed his arm from over his eyes and looked at you.

"You brought me food?" He asked. You were almost offended at how surprised he looked.

"Duh, you forgot to pack anything this morning. I wasn't gonna let my baby starve!" Your words were teasing, but genuine, and you watched joyfully as Seungmin's cheeks got all rosy. He sat up and scooted towards you, wrapping you up in a hug and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

It would've been a nice gesture if he wasn't so sweaty.

"Ah! You're getting me all gross with your sweat!" You cried, cringing at the hug and shying away from the kiss. Once he let you go, you immediately began wiping at your lips and trying to rid yourself of any residual boyfriend sweat.

"Oh yeah? You're gonna be like that? Wiping off my kisses?" Seungmin asked, giving you a challenging look. Without a second thought, you attempted to jump up and run away, only to be caught around the waist.

"Wait! I won't wipe them off again! Seungmin!"

I.N:

You considered messing with Jeongin to be a sort of art form, to say the least. He was clever, but he could also be gullible. That made pranks a 50/50 shot with him, either he figured you out immediately or he would fall for it hook, line, and sinker.

Today, you had devised a fool-proof plan to make sure that he would let you have your fun.

Couple pranks were something you had been wanting to try for a while. You didn't want to film them or post them or anything, you just purely liked a good, light-hearted prank and your boyfriend was a decent victim. There was one that had caught your attention back before you had started dating Jeongin, and it seemed like one he was unlikely to catch onto. Until you told him about it, at least.

It all started when you came back from grabbing groceries at the store. Errands were no fun to do alone, but since it was hard to go out in public together with Jeongin, you usually had no choice. It was all better when you got back home, though.

Jeongin had the weekend free from schedules, which was pretty uncommon. It also meant he was there to greet you when you came home instead of you waiting for him. He was sitting in the kitchen doing work on his computer when you came through the door.

A smile immediately broke out across his face when he saw you, his dimples greeting you just as eagerly. "Hi, babe. Need some help?" It wasn't really even a question he needed to ask, because he was already getting up to grab the bag from you before you could answer.

You smiled at him lovingly and set down the second bag. Jeongin set down the one he took beside it, and when you turned towards him, he captured your lips in a gentle kiss. You sighed into the kiss and cupped his cheek, drawing him in closer.

“Hi…” You whispered when you pulled away, still feeling those classic butterflies when you looked into his bright eyes. Jeongin giggled and leaned to kiss you again, just a peck this time, before he turned to start putting the groceries away.

“Was the store okay? I heard-,” Whatever he was gonna say next died on his tongue as he turned and looked to see you wipe your mouth on the back of your hand. “Did… did you just wipe my kiss away?”

You couldn’t help but break out into laughter at his words and the look of pure confusion on his face. He didn’t look remotely offended, just confused.

“I’m sorry baby, it was just a prank!”

“Too bad, I’m never kissing you again.”

“Nooo!! I promise to never wipe off another one!”

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hoaxriot · 3 months

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summary. Hermonie Granger knew nothing of Draco Malfoy until he was laying on her kitchen table bleeding out.

pairings. Hermonie Granger x Draco Malfoy

note. this is for my bsf who is obsessed with dramonie and begged me to write this, so i hope this fulfills what you wanted.

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Hermonie stood in the corner of a large room holding a glass, her eyes scanned the room looking for best friend— Harry Potter, he somehow convinced her to tag along to a party with him. Every time he went to a party with his boyfriend, he begged Hermonie to go with him and she said no but she gave it a shot and now she’s all alone. Theodore Nott, Harry’s boyfriend dragged him away almost forty minutes ago leaving her all alone. She recognized many faces but wouldn’t go up to them.

That one group. Harry fit in perfectly because of Theo but Hermonie never did. She wasn’t like any of them, she was some normal girl who worked at a bookstore selling books while they were out probably killing people. She finally caught sight of the back of Harry, as she stood up she watches as he and Theo make their way too Theo’s friends. Her eyes follow the two, she squints her eyes as Theo leans down and whispers into Draco Malfoy’s ear, Draco’s eyes glare as Theo straightens his back grabbing onto Harry’s hand.

Hermonie looks at them, down at her drink, she brings it to her mouth downing the rest of it before setting it down on the table. She wipes her lips with the tip of her pointer finger as she begins to walk towards Harry, her nerves make there way all throughout her body as she gets closer making her hands tighten around the fabric of her red dress. Hermonie’s dress begins with a low neckline curving around her body down to her calves with one slit, the back has a design that shows her flawless skin.

Once she finally finds herself beside Harry, he turns around with a smile. “Oh, Hermonie! So sorry about leaving you, something happened.” He apologized, she smiled saying it was no big deal.

“It’s okay, Harry. Is everything okay?” Her voice is soft and full of worry, he looks at Theo out of the corner of his eye before looking at her again. “Oh, yeah. It’s nothing.” He replies. She nods, looking quickly at Draco, stupidly. He was already staring at her. She cleared her throat looking down at her feet, gods, she felt so out of place around these people.

“Hello, Princess.“ Draco greeted, his voice was low. His arms spread out beside him, his usual white button up shirt and black pants. His stupid nickname he calls her, ever since he’s laid eyes on her.

“Hi.” She waves, his lips curl into a smile as he watches her look down at her feet again.

Harry looked at her in worry as Hermonie continued to look down at her feet, he placed his free hand on her forearm. When she looked up, he had that one look which was asking if she was okay, she nodded. “I think I’m gonna head home, it’s late and I have work tomorrow.” She lied, tomorrow was her day off but Harry believed her and nodded. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning around, she squeezed through the crowd, taking a deep breath of air when she pushed the doors open.

The next day, Hermonie awoke by the sound of her alarm. She groaned turning over and slamming her alarm, silence filled her room for one minute until banging was heard. Hermonie sat up quickly in her bed, for some reason fear filled her body. She pulled the comforters off of her body, standing up and walking through her small home.

She stood on her tippy toes looking through her peephole, her eyes widened seeing Harry. Hermonie watched as he began to raise his hand to knock again, she quickly stepped back and opened her door. Harry’s hand fell as the door opened, “Ha—“ Her greetings are cut short when he pushes the door open.

Next thing she knows, Theo and Blaise are carrying Draco into her home, Pansy follows in quickly slamming the door shut.

“What the—“

“Hermonie, grab all your first aid kit shit! Anything to help a gunshot wound!” Theo yells at her, Harry’s already running to get it as she stands in shock, Pansy grabs her arm bringing her to Draco. He’s laid down on her kitchen table, everything that laid there was now on the floor. Blaise stepped away and blood spilled out of Draco’s leg before he covered it again, Draco let out a loud groan at the pressure.

“Can you help?” Blaise turned to look at Hermonie, “Why the fuck do you think I could help with that?” She questioned throwing her hands out in the air. He snapped his head towards Theo.

“Harry told me you went to nursing school!” He yelled at her, Harry ran into the room dropping all of the supplies beside Draco. Suddenly, Hermonie felt her hand being grabbed, she looked down to see Draco’s pale hand holding onto it. “Fucking help me, princess.” Draco begged squeezing her hand. She stared down at him, his face was paler than it usually was and his eyes full of tears because of the pain.

Hermonie looked up at all the eyes on her, pleading eyes. She pulled away from Draco and grabbed the supplies moving Blaise away. Her eyes squeezed shut every time Draco yelled, grunted, or slamming his hand on the table in pain. As she worked on his leg, the other stood away, Pansy left, Blaise and Theo were on the phone.

When Hermonie finished the last stitch, Theo was standing beside Draco. “Your dad called, Draco. They got away, we’ll work on this while you heal—“

“No fucking way, Theo. I’m finishing this with them.” Draco replied sitting up, his face scrunched in pain but played it off.

“No, man. You can’t even sit up, let alone walk. We got this. Just stay here, you’ll be in danger anywhere else.” Theo stated, Hermonie looked up at the comment of him staying at her house. Draco grunted in response as Theo walked away. He turned to looked at Hermonie who was already watching him.

She looked down when they caught eyes, she noticed all the blood on her hands and clothes. Her stomach tightened at the sight, she turned around quickly turning her sink on and pouring soap on her hand. She scrubbed until her hands were red, not from blood— from her scrubbing. She felt Draco watching her but she continued to scrub, her mind went blank as went on.

Suddenly a pair of hands were on hers and the sink was off, “Hey.. it’s gone.” Harry’s voice filled her ears. “We’re leaving but their guards are out there, just call if you need anything.” He spoke squeezing her hand before letting go. She said nothing as they all walked out and the door shut.

“Princess.” Draco’s voice filled the silent room, Hermonie sighed turning around. She now noticed all the blood on his face and body.

“Draco, you’re covered in blood.” She stated, he sighed deeply. “Yeah. Think you can help?” He asked her, she leaned against the counter.

“Mhm. Just stay there and I’ll get the bath ready. You can’t stand so… I’ll have to, um, help.” She stated walking around the table, he watched her figure until she disappeared into the hall.

He sat there in silence looking at his leg, hearing the water begin to run. Her footsteps coming back into the kitchen.

“C’mon.” She held her hands out, he looked between them and her face before grabbing them as she helped him stand up. The trip to the kitchen to the bathroom was a struggle, Draco cursing under his breath and Hermonie struggling to hold all his body weight but she did. She sat him on the bath, “Take off your clothes.” Hermonie spoke, he quickly looked up at her with a smirk. She scoffed, gesturing for him to take them off.

“And then just, slide into the bath. Try to keep your stitches out of the water.” Hermonie explained as she watched Draco unbutton his shirt, his abs showing. She notices a couple tattoos but quickly looks away when he begans to slide his pants off.

Hermonie looked back hearing him slide into the bath, she bent down sitting on her knees and grabbing a washcloth covering it in soap. She gently washed his face and body, Draco’s eyes followed every movement as she rubbed his body with the rag. When she finished she stood up, she forgot about any clothes for him. He read her mind and told her his guards brought clothes and they were in the kitchen. Hermonie quickly got them and helped him change, which to her was very awkward but tried not to be.

Draco put his own shirt on and watched her as she cleaned the bathroom as he sat on the toilet. She held her hands out like she did once again, he grabbed them more comfortably than he did before. He figured she would bring him to the living room but she brought him into her room and laid him on her bed.

“Here, while you’re healing you can stay in here.” She says covering his body with a blanket, he said nothing as he watched her.

“And what about you?” He finally questioned as she finished covering him.

“I’ll sleep on the couch, it’s comfortable.” She responded with a shrug of her shoulders, there was something that flickered in his eyes but it went away as quick as it came.

Hermonie smiled before turning away, before she walked out of her room she turned around again, “If you need anything, just yell for me.” And with that she turned around and shut the door behind her.

The Granger woman walked to her couch that was actually comfortable, she spent quite a lot of money because she loves sitting on her couch with her windows opened as she read— so she wasn’t lying. Grabbing a blanket and pulling it over her, she closed her eyes and she was immediately thinking about how much her life changed in one day but soon enough she finally drifted to sleep.

The next morning, Hermione was woken by the beaming sun through her eyelids. She lightly groaned as she turned her head to see it was six in the morning. She knew there was no point of going back to sleep again because the sun beamed right into her living room so she swung her legs over the couch and stretched.

Getting up, she stopped in her tracks seeing the blood staining her table, fuck. Hermione walked around the table and into the cupboards with her cleaning supplies. She started cleaning.

Soon enough it was eight and the table was spotless, a little too spotless but Hermione didn’t care- she wanted that blood gone, and it was so she was fine now.

After putting the cleaning supplies away she found herself in front of her bedroom door trying to listen to see if Draco was awake, she heard nothing so she turned around and walked into her bathroom after grabbing clothes from her laundry room. She turned on the shower waiting for it to become hot, once it did she did her normal routine.

Getting out, Hermonie dried her hair and found herself back on the couch but before she could get comfortable her door opened making her jump up immediately thinking whoever shot Draco was back, she relaxed upon seeing his friends and Harry.

“Mione, hey.” Harry spoke walking towards her as he let go of Theo’s hand, she nodded. “Hi, Harry.” She smiled the best she could.

“Is he awake?” Blaise interrupted them, “No.” Hermione replied, he ignored her and walked to her room opening it with Theo behind them. She then noticed Pansy.

“Hey, how are you?” Pansy sat down as the two followed her.

While in the other room, Blaise and Theo stood at the end of Hermione’s bed as Draco slept— until now he opened his eyes seeing them staring at him.

“Fuck.” He breathed out in shock, “What?” Draco rubbed his eyes, one thing he always hated about working how he did— there was never one moment of peace, not even sleeping. That was one thing, as a kid he just wanted to be a kid but with what his dad was, he never got that. Becoming what his dad was, he could never fall in love, it was only hook ups.

What Draco did know, from the moment he saw Hermione at Theo’s birthday years ago, she was something different from all the other girl’s he hooked up with but he could never drag her down with him.

“They’ve been off the radar since yesterday, Pansy can’t even find them.” Blaise interrupted his thoughts, he grunted sitting up the best he could.

“And the fuck am I supposed to do? I can’t even sit up. Just continue watching them.”

“The fuck are we supposed to watch?! There’s nothing. Do we just sit and wait? There’s so many other people we have to deal with, Draco. This isn’t even something that was assigned to us.” Theo snapped making Draco glare and Blaise to look at him in shock.

“Just… deal with whatever my dad tells you.” Draco responded, he hated how he felt right now.

Thank fuck. Pansy walked through the door at the moment, “We gotta go.” She stated, the two men nodded at Draco before leaving.

And once again, it was Hermione and Draco in the apartment together.

A week as passed, Draco was finally walking— with a limp so he used that as an excuse to stay. The two have somewhat bonded in a way.

Draco was currently staring at the ceiling and then beside him— Hermione Granger slept peacefully. He thought how could someone ever sleep and be so beautiful but his thoughts went back to last night.

Hermione was sleeping peacefully until she heard a loud scream coming from her room making her sit up quickly. Maybe she was dreaming, but that thought went away when she heard more sounds coming from her room.

She ran into it seeing Draco covered in sweat and moving around, he was muttering something in but she couldn’t understand. She walked to her bed and sat beside him, she wiped his hair away from his face.

“Draco, wake up.” She whispered, his muttering went away but his eyebrows were still furrowed as his nightmare continued. “Draco!” She whispered-yelled finally waking him up.

“Princess,” He whispered, she smiled softly growing to like the nickname after a week. “Yeah, it’s me.” Her hand laid on top of his, she squeezed it. That movement made Draco intertwine their fingers together.

“Want to talk about it?” She asked lightly, he shook his head in response so she went silent again. Instead, Draco looped his arm around her waist and pulled her to beside him, she yelped at the sudden movement but when she was finally on the bed looking into Draco’s eyes, everything was peaceful. His arm was still around her waist but more gentle.

“Just lay here?” He spoke softly, “Yeah.” She responded with a smile that made Draco’s problems fly away.

Now, Hermione was looking back at him with tired eyes. “Morning.” She greeted him, his lip quirked into a smirk that made her laugh.

“I need to go get some food for breakfast.” Hermione said suddenly, “You shouldn’t.” He responded quickly as she stood up, his eyes roamed her body until she turned around at his comment.

“Why?”

“You never know, the people who shot me have been off the radar for a week. They could be watching us.” He spoke, she scoffed.

“I need food, Draco. So do you if you wanna get better.” She responded grabbing clothes from her drawer and closet.

“Then I’ll go with you.” He stood up, but Hermione turned around “No way. You need to let your leg heal. Plus, if there watching anyone, it’s you. I’ll be fine.” She spoke, Draco licked his teeth as she made a good point and she knew that when he made that face.

“Seriously, Draco,” He started walking towards her, “The store’s not even a block away, if it makes you feel any better—“ Her sentence was cut off by Draco’s lips on hers, her breath was taken away by the shock, he pulled away but leaned his forehead against hers.

“I don’t wanna lose you, princess.” He whispered, she smiled even though he couldn’t see, she pulled away from his forehead putting her lips on his, now he was shocked. Her kissing him was everything to him, he wanted her too, just as much as he wanted her.

“You won’t.” She spoke once she pulled away, “I’m just going to the store.”

“I know but you never know with what I do, people die all the time doing normal things.” He spoke with pain, “That’s what happened to my mother, she died going to get me dinner because my dad was gone for business.” He expressed what happened to Narcissa Malfoy— no one ever knew what truly happened to her but now she knew. Tears gathered into his eyes, he turned away but Hermione put one hand on his cheek and made him look at her.

“Draco…” She whispered, “I am so sorry. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain and now I understand but I have those guards following me, okay? I’ll be back in ten minutes.” She hugged him and he hugged back, it felt good. The last time he was hugged like this was since his mother.

When she pulled away, she turned around and left the apartment leaving Draco alone.

While she walked to the store, she desperately wanted the guards not to be on her ass but now she was scared, she felt like someone else was watching her— it wasn’t the annoying feeling of Draco’s guards following, it was like someone was waiting for her. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and texted Harry, she would text Draco but she didn’t want to worry him.

As she was texting Harry, someone bumped into her. Hermione went to apologize but their hands were gripping her forearm.

“Better watch where you’re going, sweetheart.” They whispered with a sinister smile, fear struck her entire body.

Her body was grabbed behind her and she let out a scream, Hermione was turned around meeting eyes with one the guards, “Go home.” He told her.

One single gunshot ran through the air making her flinch, she looked up at the guard in front of her, his eyes were wide as his grip on her arm went away and he fell to the ground. A sob tore through her throat as another gunshot went off, she whipped her head around to see the second guard pointing a gun at the man, “Go!” He yelled, she was frozen until he turned around to chase after the man who began to run.

Finally her feet took off into a sprint, she was pushing people who were scared too. She ran and ran, continuing to look back. She almost ran past her apartment but quickly opened the doors and ran up the stairs, she tried to open the door but it was locked.

Hermione began to knock on her door, loudly. “Draco!” She sobbed out, she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Continuing to bang on the door until it fell open, she went straight into Draco’s arms— sobbing and shaking.

“Hey, hey, princess.” He turned their bodies around slamming the door and locking it. He picked her feet off the ground bringing them to the couch. He pulled her off and grabbed her face with his hands.

“Princess, breathe.” He spoke, tears continued to fall down her cheeks as she breathed heavily, he continued to wipe them as they did.

“He’s dead. And someone grabbed me—“ She let out a big breath, “And then he ran off after him.” Her sentence made no sense at all to Draco but someone grabbed her.

“Who? Who grabbed you?” His arms went to her arms, he froze feeling liquid through her sleeve. “Hermione.” He stooped, they both did. Especially her when he called her that. His hand pulled away and it was red, she gasped. “Oh my.”

Draco looked at her, he quickly ripped the sleeve off. He let out a breath of relief not seeing a gunshot. Hermione looked down, she must’ve gotten a graze when the guy shot Draco’s guard.

Draco got up, leaving her. Her arm reached out grabbing his hand. “Where are you going?” She asked with a hoarse voice from crying so hard.

“To get your first aid kit, here.” He didn’t say anything, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom, he set her down on the counter as he began to work on her cut. She winced when he started, leaning her head on his shoulder as he worked.

When he actually started, she whimpered grabbing onto his arm. “I know, princess. I’m sorry.” He kissed the side of her head.

When he finally put a bandage around her arm, he stood in front of her as Hermione stared at her lap.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, “I should’ve listened to you.”

“Hey, no. It is not your fault.” Draco grabbed her hand. He leaned down kissing her forehead.

Their moment was cut off when knocking was heard and distant yelling. “Go in the room.” He whispered.

“What?! No way!” She argued back, jumping off the counter. He rolled his eyes grabbing onto her hand making sure she stayed behind him as they walked through the house. He looked through her peephole seeing his friends. Draco unlocked the door, opening it as they walked in. He quickly shut and locked it.

“Mione!” Harry yelled pulling her into a hug, she immediately wrapped her arms around him. The rest went into the kitchen, Draco’s eyes still on Hermione.

“We found them. Your other guard got him, and it’s all done with.” Pansy said as she sat on the table. Draco’s tense shoulder fell, relaxed as he saw Hermione smile. She was so thankful, but now maybe Draco would leave her, he saw her mind running.

“Got any champagne, Hermione?” Pansy suddenly asked, the Granger woman laughed pointing to the bottle on her kitchen counter, Pansy hopped off of the table and grabbed it. She popped the bottle off as Harry made his way to Theo. Draco slowly walked towards Hermione wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

He leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Now that this is all over, I’m still gonna stay.” She laughed under her breath, turning her head she kissed him, in front of everyone. Pansy gasped catching everyone’s attention, they all cheered making Hermione laugh as she walked towards the group.

The rest of the night felt like a weird celebration but everyone was happy, soon after midnight everyone stumbled out of the apartment— minus Draco.

As Hermione said goodbye to Harry, Draco snaked his arm around her waist. When the door shut, he spun her around and threw her over his shoulder. Hermione yelped with a smile, the two were a little tipsy. Soon the two were on her bed with large smiles kissing, it was messy but they truly didn’t care.

Draco finally found his peace, which was Hermione Granger.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #hermione granger #theodore nott #pansy parkinson #blaise zabini #dramione

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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My Best Friend's Sister

Masterlist

author note: this was so much longer than I meant for it to be 😂 like I thought this was gonna be maybe a couple hundred words. Anyway, I hope y'all like it. I've been working on it for probably the past three days.

Cassie Howard x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

warning(s): a bit of fluff, mutual pining, closeted Cassie, tiny bit of angst, smut, oral, titty sucking (obviously), thigh riding/grinding, reader is a tiny bit of a dom but not descriptive. cursing (obviously), drug use (obviously), fighting

I hate this school, but if I get to see her every day, it might just be worth it. I know it doesn’t do well to pine over straight girls, but I can’t help it.

Her hair is different today. It’s still has some wave going on, but she also has bangs that frame her face so nicely. I hope she keeps this style for a while.

She looks over at me and I think I stop breathing. She gives me a smile and then goes back to talking to Maddy.

I start walking to class, which, lucky me, is a class I have with Cassie.

I sit in the very back and play on my phone for a bit before class starts. The professor is always late, so I just relax before getting my laptop out. At exactly 12:03, Cassie walks in. I swear everything turns to slow-mo. It’s like those cheesy romance movies. You know that fan that comes out of nowhere that has the person’s hair is blowing through the wind? That’s what’s happening right now. I see her head start to turn in my direction and I quickly avert my eyes back to my phone.

I was so deep into trying to distract myself from making eye contact with her that I didn’t notice her sit in the seat right next to me. A whiff of her perfume hits my nose. Miss Dior, I think.

My eyes meet hers. The sound of blood began to rush through my ears. She gives me a smile again and I think I smile back this time. I look at her lips and see them moving. She says something, but I can’t decipher over the noise in my ear.

“Hello?” I see her mouth.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I respond.

“I asked if you were okay.” She says with a chuckle.

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, I’m fine!”

She doesn’t get a chance to respond before our professor walks in. I decide to focus on my work this time around instead of Cassie since I’ve already made a fool of myself today.

We’re about midway through the lesson when she slips a note over to me.

“Party tonight. Wanna come over and help me get ready?”

I look up from the note at her and nod my head yes.

I don’t even pay attention to the rest of the lesson. My anxiousness clouding my vision.

As the teacher has the lesson end, I start putting my stuff back in my bag, heart thumping with each item.

I pick up my bag as I stand up and look back over at Cassie. She grabs my hand and then we walk out the room.

“Do you drive to school today?” She asks me.

I nod my head again, but a tiny bit more eager.

“Okay cool. Is it cool if Maddy comes too?”

“Sure, where is she?”

“She’s right here.” I hear from behind us.

We turn around, hands still entwined.

“Hey,” Cass starts, “y/n is coming over to mine too.”

“Well bitch let’s go.” She says to me with a smile.

We all walk out to my car and get in. Cassie gets in on the passage side whereas Maddy sits in the back. They begin talking as soon as I start the car up. It was just them deciding what to wear tonight, so I gave my full attention to the road; Preparing myself for what I’m probably about to endure for the next few hours.

There was a moment where it got silent. I look in the rearview and see Maddy with her eyes closed and her hand out the window, flowing through the wind. I look over at Cassie to see her already looking at me. I smile at her and face back forward.

-.-.-.-

“Okay, I think this one makes my boobs look good.” I hear Cassie say from the bathroom.

She walks out and I must admit, they do make her boobs look good. I mean her boobs always look good, but this dress accentuates her shape. Probably the only person I know that can make newsprint look good.

She walks out of the bathroom and looks around. Her eyes land on me.

“Oh yeah. You’re gonna fucking kill in that.” Maddy says from the other side of the room, and I completely agree.

“Hold on. I gotta pee.” Maddy says before walking over to the bathroom and closing the door.

Once the door closes, I have no choice but to give my full attention to Cass. She walks over to her bed, where I am, and stands over me.

“You seem uncomfortable. Do I make you nervous?” She says while looking down at me and moving her hand from my shoulders down to my hands.

“Should I be?” Is what I should’ve said. Instead, I looked up at her with my mouth slightly a gaped. This isn’t me. No girl has ever made me this weak before.

I slowly stand up, towering over her by an inch. My right hand inching up from her hip to her face. Once my palm is rested on her cheek I begin to speak.

“Maybe. Are you?”

My eyes move down to her lips and then back up to her eyes. Hers mirroring my actions. I hesitate before finally connecting our lips. I pull back after a second, but her lips chase mine and we reconnect.

She tastes so sweet. Her lips being the epitome of soft.

We sit down on her bed without separating. I take her hand and move it down to cover my tit. I feel her move her hand inside of bra, massaging the soft flesh. I take my free hand and put it on her neck, slightly lightly squeezing.

The sound of the bathroom door is heard opening and we jump apart from each other.

“So, y/n, anyone in school that you like?” Maddy asks.

“Yeah, something like that.” I respond while getting up and grabbing my purse from off of the couch. “I’m actually gonna go home and get ready. What time you guys wanna go to the party?” I say as I look over at Cassie. Our eyes briefly met before you got up and started dawdling with miscellaneous stuff.

“7:30ish?” Maddy asks.

“Bet. See you bitches then.” I say as Maddy and I walk out of the house.

-.-.-.-.-

I wonder if she’ll like my outfit. I didn’t put much thought into it. That’s a lie. I put a lot into it. I’ve known Cass for a few years now, but I’ve never seen her take interest in girls let alone dating them. She has always dressed and catered to the male gaze. What she didn’t realize was that she was also catering to my gaze, but how could I tell her that I fell in love with my best friend’s sister?

Letting out a deep sigh, I take another hit of my pen before grabbing my purse, car keys, and heading out the door. I connect the aux cord to my phone as I start up my car. Of course the first song to play in Sofia by Clairo like living out the lyrics isn’t enough. I switch to an upbeat playlist before backing out of the driveway.

I pick up Cassie first since she’s closest. She walks out in the blue dress and my breath gets knocked from me once more. I feel like a fucking school girl with her first crush and it’s annoying.

I text her that I’m outside and wait. I turn the music down a bit and just vibe until I hear her front door slam. I don’t bother looking over since I know it won’t do anything but raise my heart rate, so I continue facing forward. My back door shuts, and I look at her through the rear view.

“Hey there pretty lady.” I say.

“Hey bitch” she says while quickly kissing me on the cheek.

I continue driving to Maddy’s house and Cassie and I just talk for a bit. Not about the kiss, but unfortunately about guys. Like which ones she’s excited to see and blah blah blah. I entertain her for a few but can’t help the clenching that I feel in my heart.

In all honesty, I’m not even excited for the party anymore. I push down those feelings as soon as Maddy walks outside. I roll down my window and honk my horn.

“GET IN BITCH, WE’RE GOING TO A PARTY” I yell with a smile.

As soon as she gets in I start talking again.

“How’s my favorite whore?” I ask her.

“Ready to fucking party!”

We all yell out a celebratory cheer before I drive towards the house that the party is at.

-.-.-.-

The drinks taste watered down, the music is lame, and I can’t find Cassie or Maddy. I look around a bit more and eventually find Lexi next to Fez.

“Hey, where’s your sister?”

She looks at me with a mixture of worry and confusion.

“I thought she was with you?”

I shake my head no and turn to go find her.

The kitchen is packed with people, but none of them are her. The other parts of the house are just the same. I decide to take a break and go to the bathroom.

I knock on the door and wait for a response. It’s loud as hell, so I wasn’t sure if anyone said anything, but the door was unlocked so I walked in.

I turn around and see Cassie staring in the mirror, soft sniffles escaping from her.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as I walk up behind her.

“I like my sister’s best friend and I don’t know what to do.”

A small gasp escapes my mouth and I feel my heart stop. Words I never thought I’d hear her say.

She turns around and looks into my eyes. I move closer to her and put my hands on her cheeks, wiping her tears with my thumbs.

“Well, lucky you, she feels the same way so you’re not alone.” I say as we both laugh through the tears.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask.

She nods her heard and I proceed to lean in. Her lips are just as soft as the first time. The kiss started off so sweet, but the longer I felt her lips on mine, the hungrier I got to feel more.

My lips move down from her lips to her neck, trying to find her sweet spot. Once I hear her gasp in pleasure I suck on the spot until a bruise is visible. I lick over it to soothe the soreness before lightly grazing my fingers over her breasts.

“May I?” I ask her.

She nods her head, but that’s not enough for me. I lightly wrap my hand around her throat, my gaze darkening.

“Come on, baby. Use that pretty little voice of yours.”

A gasp leaves her lips, “Please?” She begs. The tone going straight to my pussy.

I move my leg in between her thighs while pulling the straps of her dress down, her bare cunt making contact with my thigh. Slightly wet, but I know I can make her wetter.

My lips wrap around her rosy bud, sucking while she grinds against my thighs. The feeling becoming, so euphoria that I can’t wait to taste her and feel her pussy on mine. When her nipple gets hard I move on and wrap my lips around the next one, the speed of her grinding picking up. I feel her juices spread all over my thighs. My pussy can’t help but throb at the erotic sight and feeling.

The second bud hardens, and I let go with a pop. I look up at her and see her eyes full of lust and looking back in mine which I don’t doubt looks the same.

“You gonna cum for me?” I ask seductively while rubbing over her nipples with my thumb.

Her head nods yes while letting out a whine.

“Then cum.” I say as I move my hands to her hips and help guide her.

She orgasms with a shudder, arms wrapping around my shoulders.

“Good girl.” I coo in her ear.

There’s banging on the door and we both snap our heads in it’s direction. I look back at her and I see the anxiety creeping in. I shush her, kiss her on the forehead, and tell her to go in the bath. When I’m sure that she’s well hidden, I go to open the door.

I should’ve known the sound of police busting in a door would belong to Nate.

“May I help you?” I ask with a pointed tone.

He walks in past me.

“Sure. Come in.”

“You don’t own the bathroom.” He says to me.

“Never said I did.” I respond while rolling my eyes.

“Hey, watch it l/n. You should know what happens to people that cross me.”

“And you should know what happens to adults that are caught fucking minors.” I say without looking anywhere but his eyes.

His eyes harden while we moves closer to me. He stands directly in front of me, trying to use his height as an intimidation factor.

“You wouldn’t.”

“You know I would.” I say, getting closer.

“What the fuck?” I hear from behind me. I turn around and see Maddy.

“I leave you alone for a few minutes and you’re trying to fuck my ex?”

She fucking kidding, right? I just laugh and walk out of the bathroom.

“No come back here you fucking cunt!” She yells as she also leaves the bathroom.

I look ahead of me and see everyone kind of pause what they’re doing and look in our direction.

“I’m not doing this with you Maddy.” I say as I stop walking and turn around.

“Yeah? Well, I am.” She says to me as I feel a punch to my jaw.

Once my head snaps back to her directions I see red. I black out and just jump on top of her, slamming my fists against her face. I only stop when blood starts flowing from her nose.

“I’m not fucking Nate Jacobs you dumb fuck.”

“Then why were you alone in the bathroom with him.” She says weakly.

“Because she was fucking me.” Cassie says from the entry way.

“Cass,” I whisper, trying to prevent her from saying something she might regret.

“No, it’s okay,” she starts, “We were in the bathroom before Nate came in. She helped me hide because I was afraid and that’s how you caught only them.”

I get off of Maddy and walk over to Cassie. My arms wrap around her like it’s something they’ve done before. I look into her eyes, making sure she’s okay. Once she nods her head, I grab her hand and walk her out to my car so when can go to my house and finish what was interrupted.

#cassie howard #euphoria imagine #euphoria fic #cassie x reader #cassie howard fanfic #cassie howard angst #cassie howard smut #euphoria smut

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starlitangels · 1 year

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Soot and Suds

Have some wildly self-indulgent waffling. It’s my treat to myself for not missing a day of the Redacted Sexyman polls. @zozo-01 as promised! 2.7k words

Important Note: While Starlight is still gender neutral, this does feature a long-haired Starlight with hair straight enough to wash fairly easily.

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“Careful. The ground is pretty loose around here,” Avior cautioned. I nodded. The gravel under the soles of my shoes felt less stable than one of the gravel driveways of an apartment I lived in while I’d been attending the academy. Avior offered me a hand. Normally, I would have taken it, but I didn’t want us both to fall if one slipped. I waved the offer off and held my arms out to either side to maintain my balance. Avior didn’t drop his hand. His way of letting me know the offer was still open.

We picked our way down the slope, choosing each step carefully. Not daring to talk for fear of getting distracted from safety.

“Avior, what are we even doing—WHOA!” I shrieked as my foot slipped out from under me. I hit the gravel hard and started to slide.

Avior shouted my name.

My slide turned into a roll. I tumbled down the hill, gravel digging into my skin with every impact. I cried out in fear and pain as I went down.

At the bottom of the hill, I spilled into a ditch and finally came to a halt. Everything hurt and I was pretty sure my ankle was twisted. I groaned and tried to to stretch. The fire of pain along my nerves burned with the movement. I winced and hissed.

“Are you alri—oh, God,” Avior’s voice said. I looked up in time to see him jumping into the ditch. He landed not far from me and knelt beside me. “That was a hell of a fall.” His hands hovered over me. “Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere,” I ground out.

“Okay. Got it. Triage, then. Where does it hurt worst?”

I grunted and patted my leg. “Right ankle.”

“Okay.” He nodded, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Hold still. Please.” He swore under his breath. “Your hands are pretty banged up too.”

I managed a tight nod.

“Hold still. Let me heal this. Keep your eyes on me. Don’t look down at your body yet. Please.”

I closed my eyes.

“That works too.”

Still in so much pain I could barely think, my hold on my consciousness slipped as Avior healed me. “A… Avior…” I mumbled.

“Yeah?” He sounded breathless.

“… wanna go home.”

He sighed. “Me too.”

“First Circle?”

“Is that where you want to go?” Avior asked. I nodded with a grunt. “Okay. Then that’s where we’ll go.” I felt his hands slide under me and scoop me up. “You can sleep. I’ll carry you back to the First Circle. You’ve got… a lot of healing magic in your system. You’ll probably sleep for several hours. Don’t worry and don’t fight it. I’ll keep you safe, okay?”

“Mkay,” I mumbled, resting my head on Avior’s chest.

He cradled me close to him gently—

And that was the last thing I knew before I passed out.

—

I came to with a deep inhale. Avior was quietly humming somewhere nearby. Wincing at the headache, I shuffled.

“Hey, hey. Whoa. Don’t move just yet,” Avior said. “You’re gonna give yourself a head-rush.” I felt his hand rest on my shoulder. Gentle but firm in not letting me try to sit up. I peeled open sticky, heavy eyes to see him staring down at me in the half-light of the cave we’d turned into a home base. His irises were gold and glittered in the flames of the hellscape.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hey,” he replied. “How are you feeling?”

I blinked several times, assessing my body without looking at it. “Bad,” I decided. “Sore. But that’s it.”

“Good. The healing magic should take care of that eventually. It’s just got to work its way to your muscles. It can be slow.”

“I know. I know how it works.” I shuffled, trying to find a more comfortable position. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not the one who rolled fifty feet down a rocky hill.”

“No. You’re just the one who had to carry a fully-grown adult human up three circles of Hell.”

He snickered. “Do try to remember that I’m a demon, please. I’m not bound to the limitations of muscle cells like you are. I’m fine.”

I stuck my tongue out at him weakly. He stuck his out back. We both rolled our eyes—but we were both smiling.

“If it makes you feel any better, you probably feel better than you look,” he added.

I lifted my head and looked down.

My clothes were torn. Where my skin was exposed, there were no bruises—but I was covered in dirt, dried blood, soot, and ash. I made a face. “Mm,” I grunted. I raised a hand and focused on my magic.

The cleaning spell got most of the stains out of my clothes, but not my skin.

With a sigh, I flopped my head back down onto the ground as gently as I could against the stone. “Shame there are no showers in Hell, huh?” I joked humorlessly. “I mean, I could even go for a bath right now and I haven’t taken one of those in ages.”

Avior’s eyes swept me up and down as he bit down on his lower lip. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose and closed his eyes.

A damp, sudsy sponge appeared in his hand, a bucket beside him. “May I?” He gestured with his free hand to my arm closest to him.

“Uh… sure,” I said.

He settled more comfortably on the ground and started to gently scrub the gunk off my skin, dunking the sponge into the bucket to rinse out some of the dirt and soot every so often when the grime started to smear instead of come off. He kept humming quietly. So quietly that normally I wouldn’t have heard him over the whipping wind—but in our little cave, I could hear him.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked. “You could just poof it with magic.”

“I could,” Avior agreed. “But there’s something more refreshing about taking the time to get clean, right?” I stared. How would he know? He barely spent any time physical. “Like how you like standing out in the rain because it feels like your soul is getting washed clean and you pretend the shower is a warm summer rain sometimes.”

I blinked. “You listened when I told you that?”

“I always listen.”

“Never act like it,” I muttered.

He leveled me with a sarcastic look. Before it softened into a tiny smile and he sponged more gunk off my arm. He didn’t say anything for a while. Just kept cleaning.

After a bit, my right arm was clean and he moved on to my left after moving his bucket so he could sit on my other side. I watched off-and-on, trying not stare at the way his wiry muscles flexed and rolled under the skin of his forearms. He looked business casual in jeans and a black polo shirt, but the way his shoulders stretched the sleeves of the polo was damn near obscene.

It was ridiculously difficult not to stare.

“Thank you,” I said.

He looked up from my hand and met my eyes. “For what?”

“Being gentle. And healing me. And helping me clean up.”

He looked away quickly, dabbing at dried blood on the back of my hand. “We do what we can for each other while we’re here, right? No one else is here to help us—makes sense to help each other.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s not appreciated, Avior.”

He paused his cleaning just long enough to get the mess out of the sponge and into the bucket, refusing to meet my eyes.

“Well… it’s nothing,” he mumbled. I opened my mouth, and he shot me a glare. “I know it’s not actually nothing. It’s most definitely something. But the effort is minimal, you word-obsessed menace.”

I managed a weak smile. “You know me so well.”

He rolled his eyes, still smiling, and finished up my left arm. “You… have a couple patches on your torso and back that need cleaning. Can I? I know it’s a lot more… intimate.”

“Go ahead,” I said. “You can lift my shirt if you need to.”

He nodded. “I’ll be careful.”

“And mind my sides. They’re ticklish.”

“I’ll do my best.” He gave me an amused smile, bigger than the others from the last few minutes. I smiled back.

I held as still as I could while he cleaned my torso. The water felt much colder against my warmer abdomen and made me shiver. Something I’d forgotten I could do in this overbearingly hot hellscape. Avior’s touch was soft against my skin, and he didn’t scrape the sponge roughly to clean. His delicacy almost tickled, but not quite.

“Can you roll up onto your side? Do you have the strength?”

“Let’s find out,” I said. With a lot of concentration, I managed to shimmy until I was lying on my side. My shirt slid up my spine and the sponge dabbed against my skin. Avior’s warm other hand held me steady so his pressure didn’t tilt me forward or the lack thereof tilt me back. I could feel slight calluses against my side. I wondered, vaguely, how a demon who spent the bare minimum amount of time possible on Terra could have calluses.

He guided me back down onto my back after finishing my back.

“Do you want me to do your legs too?”

I shook my head fervently. “No. Waaay too ticklish. I can do them myself when I’m feeling better.”

Avior nodded. In the blink of an eye, the bucket and sponge vanished. “Could I… could I wash your hair at least? It’s just as bad.”

I twisted my head, trying to see what he was talking about.

He picked up a lock of my hair and held it in my field of view. Dirt, ash, dried blood. Matting it and making it gross.

“Sure. Be gentle. I’ve always had a bit of a sensitive scalp. Pulling too hard hurts worse on me than anyone else, apparently.”

He nodded. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”

He narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw. The stone ground moved under me. Like a hairdresser’s sink, my neck was cradled. It wasn’t comfortable—it was still stone—but at least my head wasn’t hanging in a hole.

The same bucket as before reappeared in the hole out of the corner of my eye, full of clear water.

Avior gathered my hair gently and eased all the long ends into the bucket. A little metal cup appeared in his hand that he dipped into the water and brought up to soak my scalp. His other hand pressed firmly to my hairline to keep the water from flowing down my face and into my eyes. He repeated the action several times while I watched.

“You’re staring,” he said.

“You bite your lip when you concentrate,” I said. Not pointing out that he also narrowed his eyes, scrunched up his nose, and knitted his brows together too. There was something… cute about the look. Something authentic.

“Just in physical form,” he mumbled, pouring more water over my hair. The water was warmer than it was when he’d been washing my upper body. “Kinda hard to do in an astral form.”

I snorted. “And you call me a pedantic nightmare.”

“You are,” he said. Then went back to pouring water over my hair.

After a few more dousings, he set the cup off to the side. A muscle below his eye flickered.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Bucket and cup are both resisting me,” he said.

“Avior, you don’t have to—”

“I know. I want to. And it’s not pushing my limits. I can manage. Easily.” He gave me a sarcastic smirk and cupped one hand. I heard a whoosh of magic. The tropical scent of coconut filled our small cave, nearly drowned out by the acrid smell of smoke.

He rubbed his hands together and started to scrub his fingers gently over my scalp.

My eyelids fluttered as tingles rushed over my scalp and down my neck. I heard Avior huff out his nose quietly.

“What?” I mumbled.

“Nothing. You just… suddenly relaxed.”

I shrugged. “Feels good.”

That earned me a smile. “Good… I’m glad.”

“You? Glad? What’s the multiverse coming to?”

He chuckled. “Smart mouth.”

“Know-it-all.”

He scrubbed over the very back of my skull. Still soft, but his nails scratched slightly. My eyes rolled back and closed. I heard him smile, but decided not to say anything and just enjoy the feeling.

He worked the shampoo through my hair in slow, careful movements. Once my entire scalp was covered in soap, he brought the rest of my hair out of the water bucket and started to knead the shampoo into the rest of my hair. His fingers delicately but deftly unwound a few of the worst knots tangled into my hair.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Mmhmm…”

“Am I putting you to sleep?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Want me to stop?”

“No.”

“… Well that was a fast response.”

I didn’t say anything for a moment. “Keep going. Please.”

He chuckled, breathy and quiet. Almost a whisper. “Okay.” Both of his hands worked all of my hair together, scratching circles in my scalp. My breathing slowed down and the soreness all over seemed to dissipate. “Your hair is beautiful, by the way.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m guessing you get that a lot.”

I smiled lazily. “Mmhmm.”

“Well… I mean every word.”

“Thanks.”

I felt him wring some of the bubbles out of my hair. A pulse of magic and a quick peek over my shoulder revealed he’d swapped out the dirty water for fresh, new, clean water.

He went back to gently scrubbing. “How’s this?”

“Really nice.”

“Good. How’s the rest of you?”

“Manageable.”

“There’s enough healing magic still in your body to knock you out for a few more hours. You don’t have to fight the relaxation, if you want to get some more sleep.”

I watched the concentration in his gold eyes. He went back to biting his lip.

After a few more moments—that part of me wished would never end—the cup came back to wash the suds out of my scalp and hairline. “Avior?” I asked quietly. His eyes snapped to mine, eyebrows raised expectantly. “I don’t hate you, you know. I know we snipe and snap at each other but… you’re actually kind, deep down.”

His eyes fell away from mine. “Don’t like to see you hurt. I don’t hate you either.” He cleared his throat and finished washing the dirt, blood, ash, and soot from my hair. “There you go. You’re all done.”

I sat up—indeed giving myself a head-rush but ignoring it—and put my arms around his neck. He went rigid for a second, before relaxing and wrapping his arms around me in return. My wet hair hung in loose clumps, soaking the back of my shirt. It was actually a relief against the heat of Hell.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“Of course.” He cradled the back of my head in one of his hands, holding it close to his own head. He was steady and firm. Solid. Unyielding in the way that I’d learned demons could be. But not just out of stubbornness. He was a rock keeping me anchored.

Every day in this Hell, I appreciated his company more and more. Alone, I would have driven myself up the walls.

He sucked in a deep breath. “Do… do you want me to braid it?”

I grinned. “With magic or with your hands?”

“I was thinking my hands.”

“Sure.”

“Okay. Sit down right in front of me. Between my legs. I’ll braid it.”

I followed his instructions, my back pressing to his chest for a single brief moment as we adjusted our positions. I glanced at him before quickly looking away.

He cracked his knuckles. “One? Two? French? Dutch? Fishtail?”

“You know all of those?”

I heard him snicker. “Overbearing know-it-all with a superiority complex, remember? I know everything.”

I laughed. “Uh… fishtail, please.”

“You got it, sta… you got it.”

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Avior #Redacted Starlight #Redacted Audio #Starlit Fic #Avior x Starlight #Avior #Starlight #long hair reader #long haired reader

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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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i have arrived😈

and i’m about to make it your problem

My problem? I'm throwing an Uno reverse card down on you with this unedited angsty Ari fic that I wrote last night ✌️😗

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Someone's banging on your front door, begging to be let in. Not just anyone though, you know who's at your door tonight.

You told him multiple times that you wanted to be left alone tonight, but if course he just won't listen. The two of you have only been dating a month and yet Ari thinks he needs to be your knight in shining armor, your savior when even the littlest thing goes wrong.

Sure losing your job isn't really a "little thing" so it was understandable that he'd want to be there for you, but Ari didn't know the difference between being supportive and trying to fix things.

You knew he had already started plotting how to get you working the front desk at his garage when you first told him what happened. That was only after you had talked him down from stomping his way over to you to have a word with your boss.

It's sweet, in a bit of an overbearing way, but you didn't have the energy for all that tonight. So you turned your phone off, your favorite sappy movie on, and hunkered down for a night of ice cream and self-pity.

But Ari has other plans.

You're sobbing as you pull the door open. Ari's eyes are wide as they take you in, hair disheveled and dressed in the old concert tee you wore to bed almost every night. You're the least put together Ari's ever seen you and you don't have the energy to process how you feel about that.

No, instead you snort back your tears and say in a shaky voice, "you're gonna wake my neighbors, bear."

Ari grabs you in his big, stupid, strong arms and holds you tight to his chest. If anyone's gonna wake your neighbors, it's you. Wailing like a cat in heat. That warbled, nightmare of a sound that you'd be more embarrassed to be making if you were of sound mind at all. Ari holds you through it, picks you up in those strong arms and carries you to your couch where he sits with you in his lap.

"Let it out, sweetheart. Cry all you want. I'm here. I'm not letting you go again."

"I'm fine, Ari."

You can barely form the words with how haed you're hiccuping.

"You're not, baby. It's okay that you're not."

His hands cradle your face, the rough pads of his thumbs wiping away tears as they fall.

"I didn't want you to worry about me," you say in a small voice. If Ari wasn't watching your lips so intently he might've missed it.

"I'm always gonna worry about you, princess, you know that. Now, I talked to Mark and he said you can take some shifts on the weekends-"

"Ari, stop," you cover his mouth with your hand. "Listen, please?"

Ari silently nods and waits for you to take some deep, calming breaths so you can continue. His hands drop to your waist where they curl around you and hold you close to his chest. You turn your head and rest it on his shoulder, your nose just brushing the column of his throat.

"I appreciate you wanting to help, bear, truly I do. I love that about you, how willing you are to drop everything and run to my side when I need you."

Ari plays with your fingers as you speak, slotting his fingers in the space between yours. He lets the l-word you let slip side. For now.

"But I don't always need you to fix things for me. I'm a big girl, I know how to take care of myself. And there's been blood in the water for a while at that place. It was only a matter of time before the sharks circled and pulled someone under."

Ari nodded and hummed in understanding, but you weren't done.

"I don't need a savior tonight, Ari. I don't need someone to fix all my problems. I just need you."

Ari kisses your forehead, the bristles of his beard in contrast to the softness of his lips. He lifts you by your hips and moves you to straddle him instead of sitting across his lap like you were before. You feel the thick length of him stirring underneath you, belatedly realizing you opened your door to him earlier in just your tshirt and underwear.

Your cunt clenches when he captures your mouth in a heated kiss.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Show me how much you need me."

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#im fine with how bad this is #you brought this on yourself lmao #ari levinson fic #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson angst #chris evans fic #ari x reader #ari x you #ari x y/n #maybe ill continue this maybe i wont #maybe ill fly to the moon!#who knows #kaitkat 💖#my fics

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beetlesandstarss · 2 years

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Chapter 4: Robin to the Rescue

To Be Loved For No Reason At All (Series)

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10

Summary: “Shit, fuck, I don’t know, I am so confused, Robin.”

Robin bites the inside of her cheek. “Like, gay confused or just… confused?”

Notes: okay so i truly meant to include all the kids when i wrote this, but for some reason el and will slipped between the cracks?? i think maybe the duffer brothers absolute indifference to wills storyline this season rubbed off on me :/ i love him and apologise for this oversight. as for el, idk she just isn’t here?

playlist for this chapter: Creature - It Looks Sad. Love It If We Made It - The 1975 My Song - Labi Siffre (side note i listened to this so much during fall, 10/10, i recommend) Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

“This is so not happening right now.”

“Oh my God, is Steve’s hand in Munson’s hair? Is he drooling?”

“Shh!”

“What? They’re asleep, they can’t hear me, Max.”

“Why are there four kids in the staff room?”

Steve groggily blinks his eyes open. Thinks, mmh, warm. Nice arms. Nice face. Hair. Eddie?

Fuck.

Headfirst, he dives off the couch, rolling (falling) into a crouch. He pretends he doesn’t bang his arm on the table on his graceful way down.

Staring at him, in varying stages of disbelief, is Max, Lucas, Dustin, and Mike. Behind them, jaw slack and wide-eyed, stands Robin. Next to Steve on the couch, Eddie’s now sitting, looking for all the world like a cow tried to groom him in his sleep. He drags a hand down his face. Finger-guns the kids, clicking his tongue. Says, “Morning, amigos.”

“Hi, Eddie,” says Mike, looking a little starstruck.

“Whatthefuckishappening,” Steve gets out. He’s so disoriented.

Eddie frowns down at him. “Why are you on the floor?”

Steve frowns back. “Why is your face?”

“Guys, get out,” Robin says, ushering the kids to leave.

Dustin looks appalled. “What? We’re here on important business, Buckley. We need to talk to Steve.” He looks at Steve like he’d back him up.

Steve rubs the elbow he totally didn’t bang on the table. “Uuh…”

Robin rolls her eyes. “Is the world ending?”

Lucas’ eyebrows do a complicated thing. “Well, no, but -”

“Anyone been kidnapped?” She narrows her eyes. “Where’s Will?”

Mike rolls his eyes. “He’s at the dentist, and no -”

“Then out, children. Go, go, go.”

“But -”

“Go!”

Robin closes the door behind them, muting their complaints. Rests her hands on the door. Takes a deep breath. Slowly, she turns to Steve, flitting her eyes between him and Eddie. “Hi, guys. Have a fun night? At work? Where we are not allowed to sleep?”

Steve clears his throat. He’s still crouching on the floor, like some sort of floor ninja.

“So, like,” his voice cracks. “There was a burglar? And Eddie was like. Driving by and he saw me through the window, so he came in and like, not that I needed any help, but -”

“Cut the shit, Steve.” Robin does not look impressed.

“Aw, c’mon, it was just getting good.”

“Yeah so," remarks Eddie. "I think in that scenario I’d be the burglar actually, so." There’s a weird note to his voice now, which Steve balks at. He tries to catch his eye, but Eddie is adamantly looking away. “I’m just gonna - go. Thanks for the uh, strawberries.”

He gets up. Grabs his bag of Lunchables and warm beer. Looks like he’s debating something. The anticipation sets Steve on edge. Then Eddie looks like he's made up his mind, clenching his jaw. He makes for the door. Robin moves out of his way. He slams the door behind him.

Steve and Robin stare at each other. It’s pretty intense. Steve feels a bubble of hysteria make its way up his throat.

“I get the feeling I did something like, wrong, here? But. What?”

Robin looks at Steve like he’s being extra stupid today. He can practically hear what she’s thinking. My idiot best friend is an idiot.

Choking on a giddy laugh, she says, “Dude. Okay, wait. Hold on. Were you guys like, cuddling just now?”

“No?”

“Yes, you were. I saw you.”

“Then why did you ask? ”

“Because!” Robin stops. “Because… cuddling is… nice?”

“Shut up, dude.”

Robin flails her arms. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what to say!”

“Is it a big deal?” snipes Steve.

“I don’t know, is it?”

Robin’s gaze on Steve is fierce.

“It’s not like we -” Steve cuts himself off, because wow, that’s not even close to what he wants to say right now. His throat constricts.

“Okay,” Robin says slowly. “Just…" She shakes her head. "What happened?”

“I don’t know!” exclaims Steve, and to his horror, he realizes he’s close to tears. “Shit, fuck, I don’t know, I am so confused, Robin.”

He is confused. He hates that Eddie high-tailed it out of here, and he hates that the kids saw them, and he hates it even more that he hates it - he doesn’t want to feel ashamed of something that feels realer than most things in Hawkins. Doesn’t want the shame to taint the goodness, the profundity of last night.

Robin bites the inside of her cheek. “Like, gay confused or just… confused?”

“Oh my God,” moans Steve, pulling a hand through his hair. “I can’t - I don’t - I - fuck.” He stands on shaky legs. “I screwed up, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I ate strawberries out of Eddie’s hand and thought about kissing him in a gay way and then I fell asleep in his loving arms and I liked it!”

Robin stares.

She opens her mouth, sucking in a breath. “I hate to ask this, but are you… being sarcastic, or…?”

“No!” he shouts, throwing his hands in the air. “No. God, I am being so real right now, Robin.”

“Wow, okay. Okay, cool. Cool, cool, cool. This is fine. Just chill out, okay? You’re fine. I’m fine. Maybe I shouldn’t be having this freakout for you?”

“Yeah. No, thanks. It’s mine actually, stop hogging it,” says Steve, but there’s no denying he’s blubbering at this point, and he just sounds pathetic. He wipes at his eyes.

“Jesus.” Robin sits down on the couch, dragging Steve with her so they’re sitting facing each other. She grabs Steve’s face, holding it between her two hands. Swipes underneath his eyes with her thumbs. Steve stares at her with squished cheeks, and he’s never been so grateful for her.

“Steve, I’m gonna ask you this as delicately as I can, which isn’t exactly my forte, so please don’t be mad at me.”

Steve nods.

“Have you ever - ever thought you might like boys too?”

Steve reels back. “What? No. I - I don’t. Haven’t.”

Robin’s staring expectantly at him, like she’s just waiting for something to click.

Steve pulls a hand through his hair, frustrated and a little annoyed. “I think I would’ve noticed if I’d been walkin’ around thinking, oh golly, I sure wish a guy would stuff me full of strawberries right now. That came out wrong.”

“Sure it did,” says Robin. “And I said don’t be mad. You sound mad.”

“I’m not mad!” says Steve. “Who says I’m mad? Not me.”

Robin takes a deep breath. Flits her eyes skywards and then back again. “Shit, Steve. Just, okay. Listen. I know you’re cool. Like. We talk about boobs together. That’s cool. I appreciate that we can do that. I like that you don’t care, because that’s rare, and - and it means a lot to me. You’re my best friend.”

Steve blinks at her. “You’re my best friend too.”

Robin smiles quickly, before bracing herself. “Good. Thanks. So, it’s - it’s nice that you’re cool with me. But. I know things are, different with guys, right?” Softly, she continues, “Girls liking girls, it’s - some people find it easier to swallow. But… guys liking guys? Whole other kettle of fish.”

“That’s not a saying,” says Steve, because he’s an idiot, and also because his hands are shaking.

“I - Jesus, Steve. Can you take this seriously? This is kind of important. Also, uh, yes it is.”

“I am taking this seriously,” Steve says. “And no, it’s not.”

“I know for a fact - okay. You know what? I don’t care. Neither do you. You’re a slippery weasel and you should shut your pie-hole.”

Steve flounders, but Robin holds her hand up, and so Steve shuts his pie-hole.

“Steve,” she says, voice low. “I am asking you this as your best friend and trusted confidant: are you okay with boys liking boys the way I like girls?”

Steve looks down. Pretends his heart isn’t racing. “I don’t know. Sure,” he says. He picks at the bottom of his shoe. Robin stays quiet.

“I mean, yeah?” he continues, nervous in the face of Robin’s scrutiny. “I guess I haven’t really thought about it?”

But he is now. He thinks about sleepovers with Tommy H in middle school. Sharing beds, counting his freckles, sharing clothes. Thinks about hating Carol for doing something stupid like holding Tommy's hand in the corridor. Being confused at the misplaced, burning resentment. Remembers James, a boy whose hair he used to pull in class. Thinks about how much he felt back then, how he was expected not to. How he learned to throw punches instead.

His eyes burn.

“Steve?” prompts Robin quietly, voice kind.

He thinks about his mom, what she would say. If she’d say anything at all, or just expect him to marry a girl anyway, start a family, a beautiful nuclear fucking bomb. His dad would want the same, he thinks, if he didn’t disown him. Steve doesn’t think he’d want a tarnish as big as him on record. He knows what his dad thinks already: Steve’s an unmotivated, waste of space kind of son, as opposed to the kind who’d take the job he’s been offered at his office, make the most out of his family name. The kind of son who’d pretend he had parents who stuck his drawings to the fridge. The kind of son who didn’t need his mom and dad.

He knows too well the things his dad whispers under his breath when reading the newspaper, knows what articles he reads, the programs he watches. Knows, because he jokes about how it’s, “God’s will, wiping out the trash in this fine country with a disease.” Knows exactly what he’s talking about. Always felt sick to his stomach when he’d say or joke about it, never knew why.

Voice very small, Steve says, “I think I kinda have to be okay with it. If… if I am… that way.”

“Oh, Steve.” Robin pulls him into a hug. She doesn’t do hugs, but Steve is so thankful for her that he can’t bring himself to pull away.

He clings to her like the world will spin on without him if he doesn’t. She allows him to hug her like she’s his anchor, his lifeline. She is.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Robin whispers intensely, hugging him closer when he starts to shake. He hides his face in the crook of her neck, embarrassed over the tears welling over, spilling out of him like they’ve been waiting to do so for years. He tries to be quiet, choking on the lump in his throat, but with every small hiccup that escapes him, Robin hugs him tighter, rubbing a hand over his back, whispering, “It’s okay. You’re okay, Steve.”

He feels like he’s going to go up in flames.

When he can breathe again, Steve pulls back. Knows his eyes are puffy and red and he probably looks so ugly right now, but Robin’s looking at him like she gets it, and Steve knows that she does. He loves her so much.

Smiling lopsidedly, Robin says, “Sorry for like, interrogating that out of you.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not,” agrees Robin. “But thanks for - for telling me anyway, Steve. For letting me in.”

He uses his shirt to wipe his face. He sounds congested as he says, “Yeah, yeah.”

“How’s it feel?”

He creases his eyebrows. “What, having an identity crisis at twenty?”

“Having squishy feelings for Eddie Munson?”

“Robin!”

“What?” she grins toothily.

Steve looks at her. His best friend. The girl with the weird humor, the questionable taste in movies. The girl who dived headfirst into the Upside Down with him. The girl who will just tease him to death about Eddie, because with her, it’s always going to be okay. With her, he’s safe.

Slowly, dopily, he starts to smile. He says, “One crisis at a time, Ray Stanz.”

Robin sticks out her bottom lip. “Boo.”

“Boo is right, Robin. Boo is right.”

Notes: okay so i actually asked my dad what ghostbusters character would be most likely to want to problem solve and he said ray stanz so that’s who that’s in reference to. idk if it was vague or not?? i HAVE actually watched ghostbusters, but it was so long ago i honestly just remember the costumes

hope you liked this chapter!!! ch 5 will be up tomorrow i hope :)

#steve x eddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #eddie x steve #steve #eddie munson #eddie #eddie munson fanfic #eddie the freak munson

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nintendouniverse2023 · 1 year

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Bowser Presents Peaches

(Once a pond a time in Bowsers main airship but part first class in the middle of the sky at night. The Koopa Guard were keep in watch to make sure nether The Mario Bros trust pass here. When Mario was behind the copter leg keep in watch for the window roof on the steel. Suddenly a sneeze came from Luigi, which scared Mario a bit, Mario confronts Luigi about that.)

Mario: *Whispers* Luigi! Not so loud!

Luigi: *Whispers* Sorry Mario, It’s-a so cold tonight.

Mario: *Whispers* I know-a. Im-a cold too, but we need to stay quiet. Our lives were nearly on live here.

Luigi: *Whispers* Ohhh. I wish our sister was here with us right now, she ussally come with-a hot drink before leavening at night time adventures. Maybe bring-a two more for use you know?

Mario: *Whispers* Mara is in bed right now back at home, right now, we just need to get-a Peach from The Green Scaled Hot Head but with stealth this time. Check if theres any luck getting through-a.

(Luigi goes to the leg to found out the Koopa is walking away from the glass celling.)

Luigi: *Whispers* Okay, He’s-a gone.

Mario: *Whispers* Let’s-a go!

(Mario and Luigi quickly tipped toed towards the table all they way to the glass celling. They lakes on top of it as they watched.)

Luigi: *Whispers* So what’s the plan-a?

Mario: *Whispers* I don’t know, just stay stealthy For now. Just wait till whatever this is, then will make our move once it’s dark.

(Inside the room was a big room with a red soft floor. Some line windows on the left and right walls. 100 tables of some of Bowsers Troops and Koopa citizens for Darklands were at eating their meals for tonight. Boom Boom in tie and Pom Pom in a dress has already put tied up Princess Peach)

Princess Peach: Whatever Bowser was planning to do to make me be his finance, it won’t work!

Pom Pom: Oh nothing, Just a song to you Mushroom heart to convince you to make out with the King.

Princess Peach: Your Hilarious l:

Pom Pom: Thank you! I get this a lot during training in the dojo. Your a prefect guest star… or a forever guest. Come bro, lets get the show on!

(The curtains opens to reveal a piano, two flame holders and a huge star. The Koopa Sibs behind the Piano and Peach began to quite the audience.)

Pom Pom: Excuse me every Koopa! Can I get everyone’s attention? Guys? Guys?

(But they audience still didn’t get their attention, So Boom Boom, banging the floor so loud in frustration saying.)

Boom Boom: SHE SAID GET OUR ATTENTION YOU BLABBER MOUTH!!!

(The Audience got scared and began to listen.)

Boom Boom: Jess! I have to do everything for you, do I? *To the audience* This show will now commence! Tonight we proudly present the future queen of Dark Lands, Princess Peach! Now before we do, make sure their will be no talking (unless whisper talking), no texting and no trash talk! Break them, then your bounced off the airship! No Parashoot! Now presenting the main singer for tonight, The King of Koopas! The Master of Flaming Blast of laser! The Raging Tyrant to Toad! The deep hearted rocker and romantic koopa! KING BOWSER!!!

(As the audience clapped while Boom Boom and Pom Pom take a seat to the near by tables, Bowser came walking in the stage and began to take a seat on the piano chair. He snaps his fingers revling the Star to make a pink glow as well as the fire and smoke machine was pink as well. Bowser make a confident deep breath and then starts playing on the piano.)

Bowser: This one is for my one and only true love…Princess Peach.

Princess Peach: Oh Brother 😒

Bowser: *singing* Peach…Your so cool. And with my Star we’re gonna rule… Peach…Understand…I’m gonna love ya till the very end! Peaches (10x), I LOVE YOU!!! OOOOHHHH! Peaches (10x), I LOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEE YOOOOOUUUUU!!! OOOOHHH!!!

(While Bowsers bust resting his throat for a bit, Pom Pom whispers to her brother saying)

Pom Pom: Wow. Never expected that he had such a voice. You think Ludwig might have-

Boom Boom: Shhhhhh!!!

Pom Pom: Just saying… 😠

Bowser: *singing* Mario, Luigi and a Donkey Kong too! A Thousand troops of Koopas couldn’t keep me from you. Princess Peach, that the end of the line, I’LL MAKE YOU MIIIINNNNEEEE!!! OOOOHHHH!!! Peaches (10x) I LOOOOOOVVVVVEEE YOOOUUU!!! PEACHES! PEACHEEEEEEESSSS,! PEAAAAAAAAAACCCCCHHHH! PEAAAAAAAAAACCCCCHHHH!

(Bowser kept screaming Peach so loud that the windows began to break including the celling window that caused The Mario Bros falling down crashing into one of the tables. The piano stops as Bowser looks at the bros. Luigi teases Mario saying.)

Luigi: So much for stealth…

Mario: Oh Shut up!

(Bowser began to stand in front of them as The Audience run off with some of the troops began to fight.)

Bowser: Mario! How on earth you get here!?

Mario: Your deaf making song! That is what, Real lady killer! NOT!!!

Bowser: *Offended Gasped* ILL BURN YOU TO A CRISP FOR THAT!!!

(Bowser use fire blast as the bros dodged the attack. Mario knocks out some Koopas and throws two shells at him. Bowser launched him at Mario and smashed the floor, launching Mario and hurting him. He gets ups with a fire flower and activates it as he runs off. Bowser chases after while Luigi was forced to fight Boom Boom and Pom Pom. Luigi dodges the attacks while Pom Pom throws her ninja stars at him. Luigi saws Boom Boom charges at him, giving him a chance to leap frog on him, making him accidentally punched Pom Pom with some of the troops out. Which gives Luigi a chance to knock Boom Boom out with a table, he manage to flip over to his head. The Sledge Bro attacks Luigi as he pushed him to the floor and finsh him off with a hammer, but knocked out by a free Princess Peach with he side B smash attack.)

Luigi: Peach your free!

Princess Peach: Yeah. Boom Boom forgets to checks my pockets for a paper clip. Just some innocent Princess to me am I? Anyhow, I take you and your brother heard the song?

Luigi: Yeah, it was loud but yet beautiful that same time! They should get a album of his music someday!

Princess Peach: Let’s just get out of here.

(And so Luigi and Peach ran to an extra clown car, controlled by Mario who just defeated Bowser once again and flys off to first bring Peach back that the castle, then go straight home.)

The End

#nintendo #super mario bros #mario #luigi #bowser #thesupermariobrosmovie2023 #princess peach #boom boom #pom pom mario #koopa troop #story

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phantomrose96 · 3 years

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Joyrider

(Welcome to another warm-up writing piece. cw for mild body horror)

...

The mall food court doubled rather nicely as a battle-dome.

It fit the bill: a flat and circular arena, crowned two-stories up by a hemisphere of glass windows which lapsed iridescent in the maelstrom of ecto-fire.

Spectator chairs sat empty, hastily shoved back and knocked over by the Amity Park mall patrons who knew to leg it at the first sound of explosions and the first sign of the atmosphere tipping dark. Admittedly, the patron evacuation took longer than Danny anticipated, and he backed himself into a corner playing defense for the 50 some-odd people who, worn-out on the every-day mundanity of ghost alarms, took their time gathering belongings, or shutting off burners, or working in a few last bites of a burger.

So with the crowd gone and the stage their own, Danny found himself pressed back against a vat of french fry oil, hands braced against the handle of a broom he held out horizontally, which the ghost gripped with equal measure and shoved her full weight against.

“Oh, why not take a little dip, Ghost Boy? I hear the water’s nice.”

“No thanks,” Danny answered, shoving harder. “I never was much of a hot tub guy. You on the other hand—”

Danny set a foot forward and pivoted, body fueling the torque as he spun the broom, and tore the ghost with him, a pirouette to swap their spots and jam the ghost back-pressed to the fryer.

“—you seem like you’d like it hot.”

The ghost barked a laugh, jaw stretching lower and loose than Danny was comfortable with.

“Ha! You sure? Not very heroic of you to deep fry this girl I’m possessing.”

Danny faltered. His grip slipped. His blood chilled to ice as the information clicked in place – as he recognized the sensation of a ghost talking through someone. This wasn’t the ghost’s own form. This was some girl. How had he not felt—

A blast took him by the ribs. Danny doubled over, immediately kicked back. A foot found contact with his face, driving him down, until the girl’s wet and slippery fingers pinned him down by the wrists.

Danny strained. He could pivot his wrist a fraction of an inch left or right, but he could not break the hold.

“Get off me!”

And a voice answered from behind him.

“I can help with that.”

Danny craned his neck. Upside down, vantage point from the floor, he registered Sam’s combat boots slam into focus. She bent to one knee, a bazooka locked on the other. It charged, whined, and erupted with an explosion of green light.

The ghost shrieked. It took only an instant of resistance before the ghost tore cleanly from the girl possessed.

“Now if you don’t mind me—” Tucker, by the voice. Danny heard the whine of a Fenton Thermos heating up. “—I’d officially like to change my order from fries to soup.”

The beam burst forth, and the writhing, shrieking, yelping form of the exorcised ghost clawed and scratched in Danny’s direction before the thermos consumed her in full.

“Really? ‘Fries to soup’? Even Danny can do better than that.”

“Hey,” Danny answered.

“I was thinking on my feet, Sam. I didn’t hear any witty quips from you.”

The conversation fell away from Danny’s focus as the full human weight of the possessed girl dropped down on him. Gently, Danny gripped her by the shoulder, lifting her as he pushed himself into a sitting position.

“Your parents’ anti-possession gear is getting good. I don’t think I’ve seen an exorcism work that quickly.” Sam’s voice, now at his side. Danny glanced over, finding her kneeling beside him. “Is she hurt?”

Danny gave the girl a once-over. She was pale, cold, lips seeping blue. A mottled, blackish bruise spread across her temple, partially hidden beneath loose red bangs.

“I don’t… totally know. I didn’t land any hits on her, thankfully. But who knows what that ghost might have done. We should call an ambulance.”

“On it,” Tucker, from behind.

“Do you… do you think the bazooka might have hurt her?” Sam asked.

Danny shook his head. “Mom and Dad have blasted each other with that thing a hundred times. Dad got himself possessed by the box ghost for a trial run. It doesn’t hurt people. …Maybe she just needs a minute.”

“Lay her down, maybe?”

“Good idea.”

Danny eased forward, careful in his movements. Something about his grip slipped, sliding loose and rolling forward, and she fell unceremoniously from his arms, shoulder knocking ground as she lay there partially turned on her side.

“Danny!”

“Sorry! I didn’t—something slipped!”

“Well don’t leave her like—” Sam gripped a hand to the girl’s shoulder, weight behind her wrist to roll the girl fully onto her back. Sam’s hand froze, and then yanked away.

“What?” Danny asked.

“That didn’t feel right.” Sam only stared down, her hand hovering, twitching in increments. “Way too cold… and loose.”

“Loose?”

“Danny, look at her hands. What’s wrong with her hands?”

Danny looked. The skin stretched and wrapped the bones of her fingers as if rotated partway around. Her fingernails sat off-center, twisted around and bunched up like a glove. Sam’s hand came back into view, and she clamped it to the girl’s wrist.

“It’s like jelly. Danny it’s like jelly. Why is she this cold? Danny, I don’t think she’s—”

Something new caught Danny’s eye, a purple discoloration peeking out from the bottom ruffles of the girl’s shirt. His hands seemed to move on their own as he reached down, and pinched the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it back.

Black bruising consumed her torso, caving deep and bloating, pruning around the trails of heavy stitching that ran along the tracks of surgical cuts carving through her abdomen.

Danny yanked his hand away as if burned.

“Danny, she’s not breathing.”

The rest of Danny’s thoughts drowned in the swelling wail of the approaching ambulance siren.

…

Outside the Fenton Portal, green lighting doused the only part of Danny’s form not hidden in shadow, and danced with the fire of his glowing green eyes. Danny uncapped the thermos in his hand, and he trailed his thumb along the eject switch.

A new consuming green light belted forth, lasting only a moment until it vanished with a twin-braided ghost in its wake. The ghost blinked, smoothing over her hair and pulling the ends of her braids over her shoulders.

“Oh, it’s the Ghost Boy again. I thought you’d just throw me back in the Ghost Zone. Are you interested in a round 2?”

“No, not interested,” Danny answered, tone colder than ice.

“Yeesh, you’re quite sour. No more puns?”

“Why were you possessing that girl?”

“Hmm?”

“Why were you possessing her?”

The ghost blinked, green portal light mixing murkily with her purple eyes. “No particular reason. It was just a joyride.”

“A joyr—she was dead.”

Another blink. “Yeah I know. She was sitting in the morgue. She was in like a car crash or something and they already took all her organs. They didn’t need her. And I was gonna give her back, but you had to go and make it a whole thing.” The girl swooped forward, eyes wide and roving over Danny. “You seem mad. Wanna call a truce?” She stuck a hand forward. “I’m Melissa, by the way.”

Danny jolted, eyes flashing brighter. “No, you’re not. That girl was Melissa.”

“Oh for real?” Melissa let out a chuckle. “Crazy coincidence. I like don’t even know that many Melissas. Anyway truce?”

“No.” Danny ran his fingers through his hair. “You were possessing the body of a dead girl and you made me fight her! Don’t you see how that’s—that’s so—how fucked up—that you’d even—”

“Well I mean, I didn’t make you fight me. You made that happen. I was minding my business.”

“Doing what?”

“Shopping. Why else would I take a body for a joyride? I stole some cute clothes to wear. Stole some food to eat. Oh! That outfit I was wearing when we were fighting? Yeah I picked that out. She was in like a hospital gown when I found her. Super cute improvement right?”

An ectoblast sounded and connected with the wall behind Melissa, missing her a foot to the right. Danny’s hand glowed, and his eyes focused with a razor sharpness.

“Stop talking like that, okay? It’s pissing me off. I need you to tell me you know this was fucked up.”

Melissa put a finger to her chin. “I mean I guess stealing is kinda wrong. They were all like, big box corporate stores don’t worry.”

“The. Dead. Body.”

And Melissa fell silent a moment, violet eyes probing deep into Danny’s before widening. “Oh. Oh you’re like for-real mad about that. Like actually. I thought you were like, making an ironic joke.”

“Why the hell would I be joking about this??”

Melissa cocked her head to the side. “Well because you’re doing it too, duh. Like, duh.”

A huff of air cut against Danny’s teeth, an involuntary noise, incredulous, a guffaw he didn’t consciously make. The jelly sensation of decomposing flesh was back under his fingers. “I am not—would never—I’ve never even seen a dead body before this thing with you and I’d never in a million years even think for even a fucking second that I’d want to possess a dead body. What’s wrong with you?!”

Melissa bobbed a little in the air, ends of her braids trailing over the straps of her ephemeral sundress. “See this is why I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not. What are you talking about? You’re doing it right now.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “The black-haired boy whose corpse you’re possessing. Why are you allowed to do it?”

Danny froze. He laughed, heavy, with an uncomfortable force. “Myself, you mean? I’m not possessing myself. I am myself. I’m a half-ghost.”

Melissa met his laugh. “Oh what? No way like, that’s your own corpse? How’d you even get back to it in time? That’s crazy lucky like you must have died right near a portal or something.”

An involuntary shiver traced down Danny’s spine.

“…I’m not dead.” His eyes shifted around, and Danny dropped to the floor. He set a hand against the wall, throwing on the lights to the Fenton basement. Rings swept around his form, green iridescent eyes sweeping blue, white hair seeping black. “Look. Literally look at me. I’m not dead.”

And Melissa swooped closer. She set a finger to her bottom lip and hovered a foot in front of Danny, drinking him in. She swept to the side, like a swimmer in the water, sweeping around him in a full arc. She edged closer and pinched her fingers against the exposed skin on Danny’s arm. He flinched.

“Oh wow there’s like, not even any decay or anything. Your human brain even feels like it’s working it’s all like, electro-magnety. How long were you dead before you got back to your body?”

“I didn’t die.”

“Then what did happen?”

“I got shocked by the Fenton Portal, okay? It was just a lab accident and it gave me powers.”

“Oh. Oh.” Melissa’s eyes shot wide. “Oh you didn’t die near a portal… You died in a portal. You didn’t even have to get back to find your body at all. You must have appeared like practically on top of your own body. That’s crazy lucky. That’s so lucky. Your body was like, probably only dead a microsecond before you hopped back in. No wonder it’s so well-preserved.”

Danny swatted her away. “You’re not listening to me.”

“You’re not listening to me.” Melissa floated backwards. “What do you think is more likely? A bajillion ecto-volts somehow gave you superpowers that exactly mirror everything a regular dead ghost can do? …Or you died, and became a regular old ghost, and did what any regular old ghost can do, which is possess a freshly-dead dead body?”

“…I’m half-ghost,” Danny answered, human heart pounding in his chest. “I know what I am.”

Melissa bobbed back, feet pointed backwards until the soles of her feet skimmed the matrix of the portal. “I see you’ve made up your mind. That’s alright. But it was still pretty mean of you to accuse me like a big hypocrite like that.”

“I’ll destroy you if you ever try that again.”

“Oh I’ll try asking permission next time okay? Promise.” Melissa’s feet sank into the surface of the portal. “But, before I go, I’ve just got one more question to leave you with.”

“Go.”

“Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?”

“Go.”

“Maybe you’ll have an answer for me next time I see you. Byeee!”

A spark of white erupted from the portal, consuming, absorbing, and fizzling out as Melissa’s form vanished into the ether beyond.

…

“Hey! Yo! Danny, come check this out!”

Danny rounded the stairs, unsocked feet creaking the floorboards with each step. Danny yawned, and blinked, and rubbed at his bruised eyes with the sleeve of his pajama top.

“Still asleep? That’s fine! You don’t have to do anything. Just come over here and look at what your old pop’s been up to.”

Danny entered the living room, where Jack sat hunched on the couch surrounded by an arsenal of power tools, rags, oil, soldering equipment, and scrap metal. From beside him he hefted a bazooka into view.

“This is the Fentonzooka 3.2.17. Amped up and equipped with all the latest in ghost-busting and human-saving technology.”

Danny blinked. “3.2.17?”

“Yep. This baby’s got 17 bug patches, tweaks, and internal improvements since the 3.2.0. The 3.2.0 was the advent of the snack compartment in the side. Look!” Jack spun a dial, revealing a chamber half-filled with pistachios.

Danny only stared.

Jack hefted the bazooka onto his shoulder. “Even better, Mads and I finally got rid of the last little sting humans feel when it’s fired. It’s now completely 100% harmless to humans. It feels like the breeze from a standing fan when it hits ya.” Jack turned, and he aimed the barrel at Danny. “Wanna try it out?”

Danny stood, and Danny stared, and Danny said nothing.

What might happen when it hit him?

Would it hit like the gentle breeze of a fan? Wash over him like air conditioning? Tingle cool and pleasant against his human fingers, human face, human skin?

Would it do something else?

Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?

Jack eased the bazooka a bit off center, pulling his eyes away from the sight. He stared directly at Danny. “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to try it out?”

Danny stood.

Danny stared.

Danny wondered if he’d have an answer for Melissa the next time he saw her.

#danny phantom #dp #dp fanfiction #long post #this idea is actually from uhhhhhh probably like 2 years ago #back when i was still in the midst of not being able to write anything so #stuck this idea in the microwave for this warm up fic

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miintsprigz · 2 years

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Bullet Through The Heart

(Nick Valentine x Sole!Reader)

Hey, decided to try my hand at a Valentine x Reader ship fic because I’m hyperfixating on him and he doesn’t have a lot of fics. Feel free to tell me how I did and let me know if there’s anything you’d wanna see.

SFW

TW: gun violence, blood, discussion of death.

The silence of the desert greeted you as you woke up. Sun warmed your face from a nearby window.

How’d I get here again?

You and Valentine had stumbled upon another abandoned complex, and from what you could see of it walking along the balcony with him, the place seemed teeming with equipment, still in great shape, not a soul in sight. Nick pointed out that you were running low on supplies, and seemed confident that it would be an easy refill. You’d worked with him nearly a year, so you trusted him. The two of you dropped down and started gathering the stuff, all while messing around as you two often did.

And then a loud bang interrupted you. Immediately, a burning pain throbbed in your side. You’d been trapped…and shot. The pain blinded you.

His arm wrapped around your back and clutched you under your arms. You insisted you could walk. Another bullet struck your leg, as if they heard you. You gritted your teeth and whimpered in pain, only spared from sinking to the ground by Nick scooping you up.

If any bullets hit him, he made no indication. Nick had always joked he wasn’t built for speed, but apparently he could manage.

In no time, found yourself laid out across a table in an abandoned building.

Your vision got blurrier by the moment.

“We gotta get that lead outta you. This isn’t gonna be fun…I don’t think I have any more stimpacks.”

“Nick, I can-“

“Nope, you’re in no condition to play doctor.”

“But-“

“Here. Hold tight as you want.”

He offered you his good hand and quickly fished around in a kit, cutting away the fabric from the area around the injury.

Thankfully they didn’t go that deep.

You couldn’t help but scream, it hurt so much. Nick’s thumb stroked the back of your hand as he worked, and you noticed how hard his jaw was set. He grimaced, almost looking on the verge of tears…if synths could cry.

He got one out, then went for the other.

Trying your best to stay quiet, you practically clung to his arm, crying in pain.

“Nick, this…this really hurts…”

“I know, doll…I know.”

That was what he always called you, but right now it sounded different. You started to notice you couldn’t keep track of what he was doing anymore. It was taking every ounce of strength you had to stay awake.

The detective, keen-eyed as ever, noticed this. He managed to take out the second bullet, then looked at you, before the pain robbed you of your sight again.

“Kid? You okay?”

“I’m…”

You hated how your hearing always cut out last. All you heard before blacking out was:

“Kid?…Kid!!! Say something…please…!!!”

Then, nothing.

You now found yourself on a bed, instead of the table you’d been frantically thrown onto.

You still felt weak, and the wounds in your side and leg still throbbed as soon as you even thought about sitting up, but you were alive and awake. Valentine’s coat had been thrown over you, and you quickly noticed half a dozen bullet holes fraying the fabric.

The soft crackle of burning paper caught your attention nearby. He was on the other side of the room finishing a cigarette, a few faint wisps of smoke seeping through the holes in his face. You heard him take a deep, slow breath…sounded really tired.

You tried to stand up, and he heard you.

“Sorry, Nick; I—“

Anything you had planned to say vanished from your mind. Nick had run over and wrapped his arms around you, holding you up.

“Nick?”

“Oh thank God. Don’t you scare me like that, kid.”

“Wha—I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gone down there.”

“No no, that was my bright idea, you got nothin’ to apologize for.”

His head sort of rested over your shoulder, strangely heavy.

“…you okay, partner?”

“Yeah…I’m alright, Nick.”

“I said I thought we could handle it.…must be going dull.“

“You couldn’t have known. And hey, you think I haven’t been shot before? I could take—“

“You coulda died!”

“I hate to break it to ya, but that happens a lot arou—“

“It was bad enough with Jenny—“

You felt the color drain from your face. No wonder he had gotten so upset just now.

“…oh…oh, Nick…”

It took a moment for Nick’s brain to catch up with his mouth, but once it did, he sighed shakily, sitting down on the bed next to you with his head in his hands.

You took a seat beside him, looking right at him. The implications of that statement weren’t lost on you.

“Nick…what—“

“…guess I’ve grown a little too fond of you, doll.”

You both knew your banter verged heavily on flirting, but that was all you’d thought it was to him. For you, well, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t wish it was real, but…he’d told you about Jenny.

You’d figured if he ever healed from that, and coincidentally happened to take an interest in you…well, you could bide your time. But you never thought it would actually happen.

You sat in the silence for a moment. He looked up at you. You’d never seen him look so…sad.

“I know…you’re human, I’m not. They say this stuff’s just like gravity sometimes…and lemme tell you, you’ve got some gravity.”

“I could say the same…”

“No kidding?”

“Nope.”

Nick laughed, and the sound was worn down and weathered. You somehow weren’t scared to come out with it, perhaps you were too tired for anxiety.

“It’s a shame you had to get shot for me to spit it out.”

“I’ll walk it off. I mean, remember that time a few months ago, we thought I was gonna walk with a limp forever?”

“Heh, yeah. Sorry for my outburst. It’s just that…seeing you, with those bullets in ya…I just thought, ‘I can’t lose this one.‘“

He laughed again, but you could see through it as a last-ditch effort to keep it casual. His voice faintly shook.

“I never thought I’d feel this way about anyone again, with the memories of Jenny. You broke through all of that…but every time you get hurt, I remember…I’m inorganic. You’re not.”

You couldn’t stand hearing this. Within a moment, you’d pulled him close, nearly knocking both of you backwards onto the bed. With your head against his chest, you could feel a tinny sort of buzzing in the metal—he really was upset. You’d had a feeling for awhile that he’d kept something under wraps, but you never would have guessed this.

“You think I don’t know that? I wouldn’t travel with you if I didn’t think it was worth it. I could get by with plenty of people, but I wanna do it with you. You’re kinder than almost any flesh-and-blood people I’ve met. I…I love you, Nick.”

He went eerily still when you said that.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. However long I’m around, I don’t wanna go anywhere if it isn’t with my Valentine by my side.”

Nick had gone dead silent.

“…you okay?”

“Just fine.”

His voice was oddly weak.

As you pulled back to look up at him, you caught a glimpse of something leaking from one eye. With the deeply touched look on his face, it really did look as though he was crying.

“Nick, you’re leaking!”

“…whoops. This doesn’t happen often. I don’t have tear ducts, but sometimes this happens instead.”

He chuckled and quickly wiped that away.

“Don’t wanna start cryin’ on ya.”

You teased him, trying not to get worked up yourself.

“Going soft now?”

“Maybe…hey, did ya really mean that, just now?”

“Wouldn’t have said it otherwise.”

Nick drew you in again, quickly giving you a peck on the forehead. It tickled a bit, and you laughed softly. Despite his best efforts, the “tears” from his eyes kept falling.

“Wow.”

“Hey, don’t cry, Val.”

“Could ya say it again?”

You looked up at him, smiling, your own throat tight.

“I love you, Nick.”

“I never thought I’d hear those words again…or say ‘em myself and mean it. But I really do love you too, doll.”

You leaned up to peck him on the cheek, which was met with loud whirring from his internal mechanisms again, leaving both of you trying not to crack up.

“Hey, Nick? Could we just…stay here for a bit?”

“Sure, sure. Don’t worry, I’ll be back to my old self in a minute.”

“Oh, I don’t mind that. Just as long as it’s cuz you’re happy.”

“I am. More than I have been in a while. And whaddaya know? Things just started looking up.”

The two of you leaned back on the bed and just held each other close. He felt cold to the touch, but to finally be able to be close to him and just…be. That was worth the two bullets it took to get you here.

#nick valentine #nick valentine x reader #fallout #fallout 4 #canon x reader #nick valentine x sole survivor #ship fanfic #mint writes

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tobiokuns · 3 years

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— surprise pregnancy with haikyuu boys

summary: you hadn’t planned for this to happen. neither of you had. but it had, and now you had to tell him.

characters: kageyama tobio, miya atsumu, akaashi keiji

tags: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, some humor, brief mention of abortion, implied body image insecurities, happy ending

— kageyama tobio

you wring your hands as you lean against the doorjamb, anxiously waiting for kageyama to come home. he’d had a long week, you know, but your first appointment with your doctor is on monday, and you think he’d like to be there if possible. at least, you’d put it off long enough.

the click of the lock unlatching and the familiar turn of the knob raises your attention. you feel like you’re going to choke under the pressure, and even seeing his face doesn’t calm you down.

if anything, you’re even more nervous, seeing the sweat on his brow.

“tobio—” you call over to him when he walks through the door, before you lose your nerve, “i’m pregnant.”

there’s a terse silence, even though kageyama just looks confused. your boyfriend blinks once, twice, and scrunches his eyebrows like he always does when he’s thinking hard, and just stares. your heart pounds in your chest.

“...but i just signed onto a new team,” he says, finally.

you make a sound of affirmation. “yeah, i know,” you sigh, smiling tightly, “but we can make it work, right?”

he kinda looks like he does when he’s setting, in deep concentration, kind of unhappy. you wait for him to say something, anything, but the silence stretches on, for so long that you think you’ll have a heart attack.

“my first doctor’s appointment is on monday,” you tell him, trying to nudge him into saying something, “do you want to come with me?”

“i can’t, i have practice,” he blurts out almost automatically, and you nod. of course he does. it’s silent for a while, and then he’s speaking again. “can’t you...” he swallows, looking away, “...not have the baby?”

don’t lose your shit, you tell yourself, don’t lose your shit. you tamp down the growing anger and nod again, making another vague humming noise.

“yeah, i could,” you agree, voice eerily quiet, “but i want the baby, tobio.”

“okay,” he nods, “...do what you want, then.”

your heart drops. you can’t see his face, not with his bangs covering his eyes, but you stare at him for a while anyway, your own eyes stinging. you silently shuffle back into the house, leaving him standing in the doorway.

it’s awkward when he slips into bed that night. you keep your back to him, but you can almost feel his gaze on the ceiling. you don’t know when he sleeps, or if he ever does. by the time you wake up, he’s wrapped around you, leg thrown over yours, his big hand rubbing over your still flat stomach under your shirt.

he jolts awake as soon as you stir, dropping his lips against your neck and nuzzling you.

“i’m sorry about last night,” he murmurs immediately, and you’re sure he’s pouting. “y-you caught me off guard. i want it. the... the baby. with you.”

you sigh, staring at the wall opposite from you. you think of having to move again, back to japan this time. you thought that would be good for you and kageyama, but his reaction last night...

“are you sure?” you ask, covering his hand with yours, missing some of the bravado you had, “we can...”

“no,” he sounds almost childish, and you smile, wondering how he’ll be as a father, “no, i’m—i’m sure.”

his arms tighten around you. it’s not often that you get to cuddle in the morning with kageyama, not when he’s always going for jogs and volleyball practice. so you lean back, telling yourself that everything will be just fine.

— miya atsumu

“y’know, y/n...” your boyfriend says to you one day, “yer gettin’ kinda... like, fat...”

you whip your head around to stare at him, your cheeks heating with embarrassment. he cowers instinctively, waiting for you to hit him like you usually do, but your arm stops midair before you let it drop.

you wanted to hide this a little longer, because to be honest, you were scared. scared of his reaction, scared he wouldn’t want you, scared you’d be left alone. but you sigh, knowing you couldn’t anymore, and slump against the couch.

“atsumu...” you lower your voice, and instantly he cowers more.

“i‘m sorry! i didn’t mean it like that!” he yells, hands covering his face, “don’t hit me, i’m beggin—”

“no, atsumu,” you sigh, taking his hands into yours, “listen to me.”

he sees how serious your expression is and quiets down, bowing his head and leaning closer to you. the idiot still probably thinks you’re mad because he called you fat, you think. you would’ve laughed if you didn’t feel like puking at this moment.

“i’m pregnant,” you say, taking a deep breath, “we’re gonna have a baby.”

“hah?” he retorts quickly, “we’re what? no, we’re not.”

you watch as his face changes, and then he’s off again. “no, y/n, ya can’t be pregnant. i can’t be a dad. have ya met me? samu doesn’t even have a kid yet, ‘nd that’s like, the one thing i don’t wanna beat him at and— goddammit, i shoulda used condoms—”

“atsumu,” you almost scream, the panic bubbling up in your chest, “do you not want to do this with me?”

“but, weren’t ya on the pill or somethin’? how could this happen?” he acts as if he hadn’t heard your question,” y/n, are ya sure it’s min—”

you can’t take it anymore and burst out crying. you don’t even pay attention to the fact that he just accused you of cheating. the stress from the weeks of keeping this to yourself explodes and you sob loudly, louder than atsumu’s panicked rambling.

“shit—” he curses, seeing your tears, and quickly taking your hands into his, “y/n, ’m sorry, i—it’s just—i’m gonna be a horrible dad, ya know? i don’t know if i can do this, it’s like... i’m not very reliable ‘nd ma always said—”

“but,” you sniffle through your tears, “aren’t we doing this together?”

he nods slowly, and then moves to rest his head on your chest. he tentatively puts a hand on your stomach, rubbing his index finger over it as if it were foreign to him.

“yeah,” he agrees quietly, “we’re doing this together.”

— akaashi keiji

you knew akaashi hadn’t wanted a child, not yet at least. you knew that, and yet when he said okay the night you told him you were pregnant, you were naive enough to think that it was actually okay.

he works, all the time, very hard. it only made sense, he had told you he needed to, in order to get to where he wanted to be. but it left you many nights, belly and feet swollen, joints aching, alone on the couch, wondering what you were doing.

did you eat your vitamins? he asks softly every morning without fail. but that was it.

you went to doctor’s appointments alone, you shopped for baby clothes alone, and you stared at the empty four walls of the baby’s room alone. you were too afraid to buy furniture for it: it seemed too permanent, especially when being pregnant seemed like a repressed dream every day.

"keiji, ” you call out to him early one morning, before he can leave for work again, “...let’s not have the baby.”

he doesn’t respond and for a moment you can’t even tell if he heard you. but then he’s whipping his head around, as if he had just realized what you said, and scrambles to kneel at your side.

“what’s wrong?” he places a hand on your belly, right beside yours, like he never had, “are you feeling—”

“you’re never here!” you cry, wincing at your own screech, “i don’t want to do this alone, keiji. i can’t do this alone. the baby started kicking yesterday, you know? and you weren’t there. i didn’t even know what to do. i’m not gonna know what to do. god, we need a crib and a c-changing table, and—”

you stop when he lays his head down on your lap.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles faintly, his hot breath seeping through your shirt. the kitchen is silent with your sniffles. you’re so tired, from the pregnancy or everything else, but you tangle your fingers in akaashi’s hair, and it brings you just an ounce of comfort. it’s soft as always, just like it was when you had started dating.

“i’m sorry,” he says again, turning his head to the side to face you, letting your fingers drift over his cheek, “i was taking on more work, to save money for... for the baby. i hadn’t— ...i didn’t realize i was neglecting you, y/n.”

you look down, “y-you were what?”

“i took on a new author,” he tells you, “and i asked around for some freelance work. i think we’re okay financially, but you never know, so i thought it’d be good to have extra—”

“keiji,” you interrupt, voice scratchy, “were you nervous?”

“well, yes,” he admits, leaning into your palm, “but that’s no excuse for leaving you all alone. i can drop the freelance, maybe move most of my work back home—”

you smile, the familiar sound of akaashi overthinking things a buzz in your ears. you brush your thumb over the wrinkles between his eyebrows, tracing the lines on his face, recognizing the way his eyes tighten when he’s serious. he looks up at you.

“do you want to come to the doctor’s with me on thursday?” you sniffle softly, smiling at him.

“...yes,” he nods, almost like a reflex, but you can see him thinking again, his stare blanking. you reach down to intertwine your fingers with his, placing them over your belly. the focus returns to his eyes and he looks reassured, finally smiling back at you.

“yes,” he repeats, “i’ll come with you.”

#hana.fic #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #kageyama x reader #atsumu x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#ch.multiple

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skinnyducky · 3 years

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class act // v.h.

requested by @lovesicksofi

a/n this was quite difficult to write. i felt like half the time i was info-dumping and i didn’t want anything to feel redundant or like it was slowing the pace down. however, i tried my best and i think it’s good. i hope this what you were expecting and wanting !

vinnie hacker x plus sized!actress!reader

Word Count: 1544, edited

WARNING: fluff, mentions of death (not real) blood (fake) and stabbing (fake), language, and sadness... i think that’s all.

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You were sitting at the makeup chair in your trailer, watching from the mirror as your makeup artist added blood to the corner of your lips. Today was the last day on set for you as your character in your highly anticipated drama film was meeting their demise. It was bittersweet, but after working for a good three months, you were finally happy to get it over with.

Being an actress was something you dreamed of doing. You went from being the sun in your elementary school’s “food chain” play to starring on Broadway in hits like Mean Girls or Wicked. Now, you were hitting the big screen. Though, when people found out about you, as happy as they were to have another talented actress in the business, they had a lot to say about your weight. You were more curvier, more fuller than most of the women in your field, and you faced a lot of criticism for it. No matter how good your acting was, you were always just the “overweight” girl.

At first, those words hurt, and it made you feel as though you wouldn’t make it in the industry. But then, you realized you had been working your ass off to get to where you are today. You damn sure weren’t about to let some snide remarks get in the way of you achieving your dreams. So, you kept pushing and pushing. Now, you had a leading role in a movie, starring alongside Margot Robbie and Brad Pitt.

“I think I need a little bit more pink in the eye.” You said to Andrew, your makeup artist. He rolled his eyes at you and continued to add blush to your cheeks.

“You’re dying, Y/n, not going to the club.”

You shrugged. “Nothing wrong with wanting to look good before I get stabbed.”

“Har, har…now tilt your head.” Andrew sneered, putting on my mascara. “So, where’s Jen? I miss her rants about contracts and stuff.”

“She’s with another client of hers. Something to do with dropping an album or whatever, I don’t know.”

Andrew snickered, screwing the top onto back onto the mascara. “She’s managing music artists too? Isn’t she quite the manager.”

“Tell me about it. I get lucky if she ever she shows me any attention.” You laughed as you pulled out your phone and started scrolling through Instagram. You went through and liked a bunch of pictures until you stopped on a certain person’s photo. A smile plastered itself onto your face as you admired the shirtless shot of your boyfriend, Vinnie.

“Is that the boyfriend I hear so much about?” Andrew grinned.

“That’s him indeed.” You answered with a smile. “His name’s Vinnie.”

You and Vinnie had been together for a good year. You both met at some sleazy influencer party. With you both clinging to wall, clearly not wanting to be there, you two made small talk. You chatted it up about everything: from favorite colors to Elmo, your conversations were wild. At the end of the night when you were getting ready to leave, he asked you for your number—much to your surprise. With glee, you gave it to him and thus led to a beautiful relationship. Of course, there was hate, people questioning what he was doing with you and mocking you because of your weight. But you weren’t focused on that. You had a gorgeous boyfriend and a blossoming career right in front of you. Jealous fans were the least of your worries.

“He’s a cutie, Y/n. You bagged a baddie.” Andrew joked, spritzing some setting spray on his masterpiece. “So, when can I meet him?”

Just before you could respond, the door to your trailer opened. You turned around and shrieked with excitement as your boyfriend wandered in. “I got lost and met Margot Robbie.” He said, causing you and Andrew to laugh. “Hey, babe.”

Vinnie stepped beside you and planted a kiss to your forehead. “Hey, baby!” You squealed. “This is Andrew, my makeup artist.”

You pointed towards the MUA who merely waved at Vinnie before pulling out his phone. “He’s not really social,” you said. “So, what are you doing here? I thought you were doing a sub-a-thon?”

“Well, I was going to, but I decided to come visit you instead.” He replied, moving to stand behind you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rested his chin on your head. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Of course, I am. I’m always happy to see you.”

He grinned and went to kiss your lips but before he could Andrew stopped him. “Not on my watch, sir. That took an hour and a half, and I really would like to not spend another one redoing it.”

You snickered, turning to Vinnie. “He takes his work seriously.”

“Duly noted.”

You and Vinnie shared a laugh and talked for a minute before you were called to set. After getting dressed in your tattered dress and fishnets, you left your trailer with Vinnie following behind you. Now, you were standing in the middle of a trashed hotel room with Brad Pitt across from you and Margot Robbie standing a few feet away. Vinnie stood with the crew as your director explained the scene thoroughly to you.

“Ginger”—he pointed at you—“is being attacked by Paul”—he pointed to Brad Pitt—“and Susan is banging on the door to help you, but it’s locked. When she opens it, you’re already dead, got it?”

You and the other two nodded before the director rushed to his seat behind the camera and yelled, “Action!”

Once the camera’s started rolling, it was like a shift for you. No longer were you Y/n, you were your character, inside and out. As Brad’s character, Paul—safely—flung you across the room, Vinnie couldn’t help but feel a little pained. He knew you were acting but seeing it, it hurt him a little. Margot’s screams rang throughout the set as she banged against the door. “Don’t hurt her, Paul!” she cried.

Tossing you onto the floor, Brad stood over you menacingly. “You wanna screw me over, bitch!” He shouted, gripping the straps of your dress as he pulled out the fake pocketknife in his back pocket.

“Please don’t do this, I’ll do anything. Please,” You cried, gripping onto Brad’s wrist. “Don’t, Paul…don’t do this!”

Vinnie gulped back a sob as he watched the scene unfold with tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Why am I acting like this? He thought. This isn’t real. But it felt real, all too real. It no longer felt like he was on movie set, no cameras or crew. To him, you weren’t playing a character, you were still Y/n…and you were being hurt. He couldn’t take it; he wanted to intervene and save you…but he couldn’t…and that broke his heart.

Soon enough, the epic moment came, and Brad plunged the “knife” deep into your abdomen. You let out an ear-piercing scream, sending chills down everyone’s body. Your breathing hitched as blood poured from your partly opened lips. And then…your body went limp.

“CUT!”

And with that, you we’re back to Y/n. The director ran over to you and pulled you up off the floor. “That was fucking amazing, oh my god! I’ve never worked with anyone who could convey that much emotion before!”

“Thank you!” You blushed. The rest of your cast and crew members flocked around you, complimenting you on your incredible performance. However, as you looked around, you noticed a specific someone missing from the small crowd. As you humbly accepted everyone’s praise, you said your goodbyes and went to search for you boyfriend around the set. When you didn’t find him, you headed back to your trailer. Before you opened the door, you heard the sound of soft cries. With furrowed brows, you walked into the trailer and there was your boyfriend, crying into a pillow on your couch.

“Vinnie? What’s wrong?” You cooed as you sat next to him and rubbed circles on his back.

He shook his head, keeping quiet. “Vinnie, just tell me. I’m not gonna judge you or anything.” You said.

“All of that…I know it was fake and it was just acting, but it felt so real. Seeing you just…die, it hurt me, y’know? I don’t know if it’s because you’re fucking good at what you do or if it’s just boyfriend instincts but, seeing that and knowing I couldn’t do anything to stop it…it was painful.”

“Oh, Vinnie.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m still here, babe. I’m alive, okay? Nothing actually happened to me.”

He nodded into your chest. “I know, but it was too real. I just had to leave.”

“And I understand. Had I known you were planning on coming, I would’ve warned you ahead of time. I didn’t know seeing me acting out a death scene was going to leave you like this. I’m sorry.”

“Y/n, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s just me being worried over you.”

You smiled, “Well, you have nothing to be worried about.” You placed a kiss on top of head and started to stroke his hair.

“I’m safe.”

“And a damn good actress.” Vinnie added.

“That too.”

#vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 3 years

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Jealousy

Word Count: 2,832

Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Noah Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Reader (gender neutral)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Platonic!Reader; Scott McCall x Platonic!Reader, Stiles Stlinski x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: angst, death, very small fluff at the end

A/N: okay either I forgot how to write, or my brain just hyped up this for no reason at all :/

A/N 2: it’s like riding a bike... writing will come back, right?

Masterlist

“We need to figure out a plan where we can all be safe. This isn’t gonna work if you can’t focus,” Scott was getting slightly, frustrated, sitting next to you while he put his hands in his head.

“Oh, come on, you have to admit this is a little funny,” you were holding back your laughter, seeing a look of anger on Derek’s face, and a look of annoyment on everyone else’s.

“How is this funny, (Y/N)?!” Stiles exclaimed.

“It’s hysterical because some dumbass bozo decided that a group of teenagers is the biggest threat in Beacon Hills!” you let out a small snicker, seeing Derek roll his eyes.

Stiles turned Lydia’s laptop screen to you, showing your name.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) 35

No one on the entire Deadpool was nearly as much as you, your alpha was 15 million less than you.

“That’s even funnier! Scott, my powers are a joke compared to yours! Besides, if we’re so high up, do you really think any idiot would actually come after us? We’re powerful, we’re a werewolf pack with a true alpha, a banshee, a kitsune, a were-coyote, and a witch! I can’t even control my powers, we’re all dangerous,” you scoffed, leaning back into the chair.

You saw Derek huff as he stood up, pushing off the couch with force before walking to you, holding your wrist tightly.

You could feel slight pain, ignoring it.

“Did I do something to upset your royal highness?” you gasped dramatically, feeling his grip on your wrist tighten.

You saw Scott stand up, tense, from the side of your eye while your head hit the wall behind you.

“Oh, are you about to kiss me?” you asked, a small smirk on your face.

“You’re not fucking indestructible. We are all in danger, you were all trapped in the school and almost died, you think this is the time to dick around? That this is the time for jokes?! We’re all in danger, these hunters are ruthless,” you saw his eyes glow blue, feeling your throat tighten before you ignored it.

It’s okay

“Every single threat we’ve ever faced, we’ve gotten over. We are good at this, hunters are shitty. Why not add a little humor while we’re at it?” you replied.

“Satomi’s pack is dead! You still think we can get over this?! They’ve been alive for decades!” he yelled.

“Derek, stop-” Scott started.

“They never learn. They never listen. We are in danger, (Y/N). When we find your body, when your name is crossed out on that fucking list, maybe then you’ll learn your lesson. Maybe you could stop being so fucking cocky and arrogant. When you’re dead,” you felt your heart drop, trying to keep calm before you pulled away from Derek.

“Just because your life is fucked doesn’t mean you have to take it out on everyone else,” you saw Derek clench his fist, while Scott quickly pulled you away, just in time as Derek’s fist collided with the wall behind you,

“That’s enough, both of you. We’re not going to find (Y/N)’s body like that, we’re all going to get through this, we just need a plan. (Y/N), we need to be serious,” Scott started.

“Serious as Sirius Black?” you said.

Derek glared at you before Stiles groaned audibly.

“You know what? Maybe it’s time to take a break and go home. We’ll talk about this in the morning,” Lydia said.

Stiles nodded his head in agreement, while Derek’s tense figure softened slightly.

“I agree with Lydia. It’s time for all of us to go home,” you gave a smile and wave to the pack before making your way to the door.

Scott pulled you aside before you entered your car.

“Hey, Scotty,” you smiled.

“(Y/N), look. I know this world is terrible, I know how you think up there. But you need to tone it down. We just need you to be serious for five minutes. Meet me in the middle here, what if one of us isn’t here next time Derek decides he wants to punch your face?” you could hear a worried tone in Scott’s voice.

“Well, we just pray that I’m never alone with the sourwolf,” you sat in your car while Scott sighed.

“Fine. I get what you’re saying. I’ll tone it down,” he nodded his head, thanking you before making his way to his motorcycle.

---

You yawned softly, turning on the lights as you dropped your bag to the floor.

“Hey, I’m home,” you called out to your siblings, getting silence as a response.

“Don’t pretend to be asleep. Get your asses down here!” you said.

You walked to the kitchen, seeing the dishes left all over the place, including some broken glass left on the floor.

You began to feel nervousness in your chest before you made your way up the stairs.

“Hey, Olivia, Liam? Is anyone here?” you opened their room doors, your heart stopping. They weren't there, they were nowhere in sight.

Both of your siblings knew and listened to your rules no matter what, it was a side effect of paranoia after your parents died. You made all the rules, they listened no matter what.

You felt your throat tighten, dialing your sister’s number, then your brother’s. They both went to voicemail.

You ran down the stairs, running your fingers through your hair as a small whimper escaped your lips. Your vision blurred as tears flooded your eyes. You wiped them away, taking shaky breaths before calling Scott.

The call went to voicemail, but he sent a text back.

You gathered your belongings once again, running out of your house.

---

Your breathing was shaky, you ran out of your car as you rushed up the stairs, about to enter the loft before you heard Derek yelling at Scott.

“They're going to die, I don’t know why we’re pretending (Y/N)'s not going to. They’re arrogant, they're cocky, they can’t stay serious for longer than two minutes-” you put your hand over your mouth to hold back your cries.

“(Y/N) has a different way of coping, that’s all this is. Their parents died, they have to take care of their siblings, they try to take care of all of us. I say let them be,” Scott replied.

“No. I want them out of the pack, all they are is a burden at this point.”

You’re wasting time, (Y/N)

You couldn't bring yourself to open the door, to ask Scott for help. Not right now, at least.

You found yourself running out of the loft, instantly freezing as you were met with the barrel of a gun.

Your eyes widened, putting your hands up as you froze.

“Get in the car,” his voice sounded calm, while your eyes glowed purple.

“If you try anything on me, you can say goodbye to both of your siblings,” you felt a shiver up your bones as you clenched your jaw.

“Olivia and Liam, was it? Oh, you should've heard them crying for you, it was pathetic,” he scoffed.

“They’re children-”

“And they’ll have a chance to live if you come with me right now,” you felt a tear slip down your face, nodding softly.

You walked in front of him, keeping your hands up as your heart began to race in your chest, sitting in the van before the man handcuffed your wrists.

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Your bruises covered the majority of your body, you sat alone at the Sheriff’s Station. Your hands were shaking, you tried to keep your focus off the events from the past two weeks.

You instantly remembered the events from last year, sitting in this exact position, at this exact place.

“No, I-I didn't see them come in,” your throat tightened, you looked down while Sheriff Stilinski stood in front of you.

“So how did you know something happened?” he asked softly.

“I was… I was doing my homework, I heard this pound bang. I-I thought my siblings were playing but then-” your voice wavered as you stopped yourself, holding back your tears.

“I heard crying, and now…”

You closed your eyes at the memory, letting out a shaky breath.

“(Y/N), we need to know what happened,” Noah asked softly.

He leaned down in front of you, your entire body remained tense.

“I can’t talk about this right now,” your voice broke.

You could see the surprised look on Stilinski’s face, you weren't much of a person to be serious, as the pack was familiar with.

You were the jokester, the class clown. The dead weight. You soon found out that if you focused on the humor in every situation, your mind would be too preoccupied to think about the pain. But there wasn't any humor in this, only your stupidity.

If you listened to Scott, your siblings would be alive. If you were serious for 5 minutes, you could have helped the pack come up with a plan.

But now you sat alone at the Beacon Hills Department.

“Stiles is almost here. How do you feel about staying with us for a while?” he asked softly.

Sheriff Stilinski always treated you like his kid, always taking care of you. He knew that you would feel bad, returning to your house all alone.

You nodded softly, while he nodded, giving you a small smile.

“Is there anything important that I need to know?” Stilinski asked softly.

You could see your hands shaking, while you clenched your jaw.

“I don't know what they did… I-I don't have my powers anymore,” you tried to keep your voice strong before his face fell, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I promise you that we’ll find them and make them pay.”

“(Y/N)?” you saw Stiles walk into the station, Scott following close behind.

The two of them ran to you, wrapping their arms around you tightly. You held back your cries, burying your face in Stiles’ neck before taking a deep breath.

“Hey, let’s go?” Scott asked softly.

You nodded, while Scott held your hand, beginning to take your pain.

“It’s fine,” you pulled away from him.

He paused for a second, before nodding softly.

Stiles gave a look to Scott before the three of you walked out of the station.

---

“Do you have any ideas?” you looked up at Scott talking to you, seeing the rest of the pack giving you a look.

“There isn’t anything we can do. We just need to be able to defend ourselves,” you explained quietly.

“Lydia, have you figured out how to shut down the…”

Your mind drifted from the conversation, you remained quiet and curled up on the couch. Stiles sat next to you. The entire pack kept their eyes on you, you know they pitied you. Even Derek remained silent about your actions, the two of you haven't fought all week.

“So then one of us can stay here and defend you-” Stiles started.

“I don't need anyone to defend me-” the two of them began to argue briefly before Scott sighed, stopping them.

“(Y/N), can you stay here with Derek?” Scott asked softly.

No, I hate him, he hates me

You found yourself nodding before you cleared your throat to speak.

“Yeah, that’s fine. We’ll see you tomorrow,” Stiles pressed a small kiss to your forehead before he and Scott left.

You turned to face Derek, seeing a tensed look on his face.

“I can show you to the extra room,” he said softly while you nodded.

---

You kept to yourself mainly, keeping your focus on your work. Derek would even forget that you were there. He would occasionally try to talk to you, you were surprised to hear him cracking a joke.

You had grown slightly annoyed, you knew he felt guilty. There was never a time he didn't make you feel bad about being happy or making jokes.

You held a gun in your hand, something that you weren't used to yet. With Derek losing his power, he was unable to defend himself, you had yet to tell the pack about you losing your powers.

You sighed, resting your head on your hand.

“Hey,” you clenched your jaw, hearing Derek’s voice as he approached you.

“This is kinda funny, you know. You having to protect me like this,” you tried to keep your focus off Derek, feeling your throat tighten in anger slightly.

“Hey,” you sighed deeply, looking up at Derek.

“I’m really sorry-”

“Shut up,” you clenched your jaw. Derek had a slight look of surprise on his face.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Stop,” you shook your head.

“(Y/N)-”

“We were never friends. Why are you trying to be nice all of a sudden?” you stood up in front of him.

“I just want to see you happy again,” he said softly.

“Are you fucking joking?” you scoffed.

He stayed quiet, giving you a soft look while you crossed your arms.

“You’ve always made me feel bad about having a smile on my face, for trying to be happy. Isn’t this what you fucking wanted?!” you raised your voice, while he clenched his jaw.

“This isn’t what I wanted to happen-”

“No! They murdered both of my siblings in front of me, they took my powers. What the fuck did you think was going to happen?” you shouted at him, feeling your heart race.

“Your powers? (Y/N)...”

“Yeah, you’d rather you just found my body, right?! When my name is crossed off on that fucking list, so then maybe I can learn my lesson, right?!” you yelled.

“That’s not what I meant, (Y/N)-”

“Why? Because you’d rather kill me yourself?! You could’ve done it the other day, when you tried to punch me, if Scott hadn’t stopped you,” your eyes watered as your voice wavered slightly.

“(Y/N)-”

“I heard you telling Scott about how you wanted me out of the pack! How I’m a big fucking burden! So, please stop pitying me and just leave me the fuck alone!” you yelled.

“I know how you feel, (Y/N). My family’s dead too, (Y/N),” he said softly.

“You wanna compare?! Did someone murder your parents? While you were in the fucking house, too dumb to realize until it was too late?! Have you been taking care of your younger siblings for a year, a-and because you can’t do anything right, they get kidnapped and you watch them die. I can hear their voices, Derek. They were screaming, they cried for me to save them and I couldn’t do anything. Don’t pretend you know what I’m going through, what this feels like because you don’t. None of you understand,” more tears fell from your eyes as you continued to yell at Derek before you ran your fingers through your hair, letting out a shaky breath.

You let out a small cry, putting your hand over your mouth to stop yourself.

Derek wrapped his arms around you tightly, taking you by surprise.

But you didn’t care. You were in too much pain to care. You were too tired to care.

He stroked your cheek softly, holding you tightly as he rested his head on top of yours.

“You’re right, I don’t know how you feel. I never will. That doesn’t mean that I’ll let you go through this alone,” your chest was aching as you scrunched your eyes tightly, a small cry escaping your lips.

“Out of all of us, I’m the closest to understand how you feel, how to lose your entire family, and feeling like it’s all your fault. But, it’s not, (Y/N),” you buried your face in his neck as he continued to caress your back, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“And I’m sorry that I was such a dick. I never hated you, I could never hate you. I was just jealous,” he said softly.

You looked up at him while he stroked your cheeks, wiping away your tears.

“If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I promise I’ll never screw it up, and I promise that I’ll never hurt you,” you nodded as he pressed his lips to your forehead once again.

“It’s getting late, we should probably go to sleep soon,” he said softly.

“I can’t fall asleep,” you sighed.

“Then I’ll help you,” he nodded.

He walked you to his bed, laying down next to you before wrapping his arms around you once again.

“You’re safe, I promise,” you nodded softly, closing your eyes.

He continued to hold you, listening to your heart rate and breathing before making sure you were asleep. He sat up on his elbow, looking down to face you. Your face was covered in dry tears and snot, he could see your pain while he sighed softly.

“You’re safe now,” he muttered softly.

He turned off the lights, before laying back on the bed, falling asleep next to you.

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Memory - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky's a vampire but still manages to develop a breeding kink

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, vampire!AU, creampie, daddy kink, mention of blood because of biting

A/N: this is for my darling cousin @whisperlullaby‘s challenge, and also my own! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. I hope you guys will enjoy this silly idea of a vampire with a breeding kink 💛 I had a blast writing it! Unbeta’ed because I almost died this week and cannot be bothered to stare at my writing for any longer.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Okay, let’s play truth or dare!” I groaned as silently as possible at the proposition. One of the downsides of dating someone in college was having to deal with the immaturity of their friends, especially when I was unable to escape yet another invitation for a weekend getaway.

There were only so many encounters a man could refuse before mysterious became annoying, and I knew I was toeing the line, even if my girlfriend never complained.

She understood just how irritating these gatherings could be to me. It would have been easy to imagine if there was a realistic age gap between us, but considering the centuries that separated our birth dates, it was laughable that anyone would entertain the idea of me with a bunch of young adults who only wanted to get laid, smoke some weed and drink their asses off.

Of course, her friends didn’t know my true age, so they only thought I was a little bit irked by their behavior. Y/N knew the truth, and so evidently she tried to get me out of it, but I resisted.

I wanted her to take part in the normal experiences people her age were having. There was already so much that she was missing out on just by being with me - and I wasn’t even referring to the blood that she granted me every night.

I’d accepted to be there with her that evening. I was going to immerse myself in the full experience, if only to learn a bit more about her and those she surrounded herself with.

Her best friend let out a little excited yell when she noticed that we were joining the circle and I forced myself to smile at her. “Alright, let’s do this.” One of the male friends rubbed his hands before reaching for the bottle, making it spin as I frowned. I thought that was a different game, but apparently I was mistaken.

It landed on a girl I had yet to get acquainted with, and so I disconnected myself from the conversation as I watched my beloved laugh and have fun with her friends. It made me feel warm. It made me grateful I had decided to join.

A few more rounds went by without anything of essence actually happening. I was about to excuse myself when the bottle surprisingly stopped while pointing at Y/N.

She gasped as she stared at the man who was responsible for deciding her fate, and I already knew I wouldn’t like what was coming next. But she was smart, so she avoided the dare that would undoubtedly enrage me, leaving her to answer a question that I also would have preferred not to hear.

“So… Y/N…” He began, taking far too much pleasure at the situation, and by the way she rolled her eyes, I knew she was thinking the same.

“Yes, Simon.” He opened his mouth to say something, but instinctively looked my way. I was trying my best not to let any emotion slip through the cracks of my perfectly constructed mask, but whatever it was that he saw seemed to make him change his mind.

He closed his mouth and frowned, for a second deep in thought, before he sighed and finally voiced his question. “Just tell us one of your kinks.”

It sounded like he was trying to get this over with, and although Y/N seemed just as confused, she cleared her throat and gave him an answer.

“Oh, I don’t know… I guess.. Creampie?” Little giggles and comments rose around the circle, but nothing really stuck out and they were quick to motion her to spin the bottle so another person could have a turn.

It was a different reaction that I was expecting, especially considering what everyone did for much tamer answers, but the explanation for the lukewarm crowd was made clear by a groaned comment from Simon to the man beside him.

“This is no fun now that she isn’t single.” A small giggle resonated by my side, and I turned in the direction it came from to find my girlfriend trying to suppress her amusement behind her palm.

“Something funny, little one?” I knew they’d take notice of the pet name, but I honestly couldn’t be bothered to even pretend to care, and the fact that she smiled openly up at me showed me that she didn’t, either.

“Not at all.” She pulled me closer to deposit a quick peck on my lips and I was sure if my heart was still beating, it would have fluttered at the way she looked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course.” Thankfully, the game didn’t last much longer - for us, at least. Somehow, the bottle didn’t land on me once, and Y/N started to yawn, her head resting against my shoulder after the third consecutive “Who would you rather bang?” question.

“I think we’re gonna leave for the night,” she excused us even though I knew she wasn’t really sleepy. She really could be an excellent actress when she wanted to.

We walked up the stairs to where the bedrooms were located, quickly getting in what had been assigned as ours for the weekend. She smiled softly at me as she reached for her backpack, no doubt looking for the one shirt of mine she always slept in, but I had a few things in my mind I wanted to ask her about.

“Why do you like creampies to much?” The words spilled out at me so unusually, considering the silence in the room, it didn’t surprise me that it took her a while to answer. When she did though, I was surprised to find her biting her lip, a look between amused and horny in her eyes when she approached me.

“Dunno.” She shrugged, taking my hands in her and playing with my fingers. I knew it was a way to avoid my intense gaze. “Guess I have a bit of a breeding kink, actually. It just felt too personal to share with those guys.”

The answer took me by surprise as I stared down at her, blinking a couple of times as I made sure to really process what she had said.

“A breeding kink?” I confirmed, and she rolled her eyes in that way I knew she did when she was embarrassed but trying to play it off as annoyed.

“Yeah, you know.” She pulled away from me to sit on the bed, legs dangling off of it almost like a child. “I like the idea of being bred. Even though I’m in no way ready to become a mother,” she added in a serious tone, making sure I understood what she meant.

But I didn’t. I didn’t and I guess it was clear in my face, because she quirked an eyebrow and jumped out of the bed, coming to stand before me once more.

“Why is this so weird to you?” She inquired, head tilted in amusement. “You’re over a century old, I’m sure your expectations regarding sexual relationships were related to impregnation for most of your life.”

And I mean… she wasn’t wrong. But I hadn’t thought about that for so long, I guess it didn’t occur to me that there was an actual term for it these days.

“There’s no way you don’t have a breeding kink.” The affirmation sounded almost like a dare, so my instinct was to fight it, wrap my arms around her torso so I’d keep her close to me, but deny it.

“You know I can’t ‘breed’ anyone anymore, darling.” But she wasn’t giving up. Her fingers softly traced my jawline, eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint as she countered, “Doesn’t mean you can’t like the idea of it.”

Even though I didn’t need the oxygen, I inhaled sharply, suddenly fascinated by her every movement, the way she gently unwrapped herself from my arms to slowly unbutton her simple dress, the one she made it look like a fucking gown.

“Think about it, Buck…” Every inch of skin that became exposed to my eyes still had my mouth watering, desperate to taste her all over.

“Wouldn’t you want to see me round with your child?” The question provoked my imagination, playing with her features as I thought about what she proposed. Her breasts fuller, stomach protuberant, and maybe a little feet rubbing against the skin, something I could kiss.

“See me carry your genes, continue your lineage… Wouldn’t you want that?” Her innocent eyes spelled trouble when she stood before me again, close enough to touch.

And I couldn’t deny that the idea did something to my heart - even though it didn’t beat anymore. Most undeniably, it definitely did something to my cock, which now strained against my pants, the arousal that the image of her impregnated by me provoked bursting as I looked at the creature that I loved in wonder and fascination.

“Are you trying to tempt me, doll?” She bit on her lower lip to stop herself from giggling before I pulled it away from her teeth when I took her in my arms again, naked breasts rubbing against my shirt.

“Is it working?” She breathed out, eyes connected to mine while she tried to gather my feelings about her attempt. I pressed her body closer, making sure she’d feel the hardness in my pants before I even voiced it.

“Very well,” I whispered in her ear, enjoying the way my cold breath awakened goosebumps all over her warm skin. She never complained about the difference in temperature, something that I was profoundly grateful for, since I loved to feel her hot blood pumping underneath my fingertips whenever I trailed my digits over her flesh.

“So tell me,” she pressed, still going for seductive even though she sounded slightly out of breath, her desire evident in the way her pupils had dilated. “Would you like to breed me, James?”

A shiver went down my spine at the question and I closed my eyes for just one second, just to relish in this sensation before I opened them to confess, “You have no idea how much I’d like that.”

My hand easily spread her lower lips, middle finger running between them to test her wetness and finding her soaked, like she always seemed to be for me. The knowledge had me smiling as I lifted my hand to taste her before making quick work of my belt, observing her slowly walking backwards towards the bed as I followed, almost like there was a thread connecting us, keeping us close.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned against my ear as he buried himself inside of me and I clutched at his shoulders, desperate to feel every part of him connected to every part of me.

Only he could get me this way. Chest heaving, mouth open just from the simple act of feeling him stretching me open. It didn’t matter how many times he took me, it still burned the same - and I loved it.

“Tell me, doll,” he panted, hypnotizing eyes connected to mine, unwilling to let my gaze escape his hold. “Tell me you’d want to have my child. You’d look so beautiful with your body changing because of me, wouldn’t you want that?”

I groaned, throwing my head back as James fucked me senseless, his cock ramming against my sweet spot over and over again. He knew no mercy, I knew that. I just never anticipated to have such an overwhelming reaction to a silly little kink I never even thought I’d ever get to explore.

“Answer me, little one.” His fangs came into play then, piercing around the nipple that he sucked, galvanizing me into actually responding, “I would, I would, daddy,” while pulling on his hair without even realizing.

He let go of my breasts to look at me with dark eyes - not because he had come in contact with my blood, oh no. It was clear that this was the reaction to the name that escaped me so easily, waving its way into him until it broke the last bit of his control and left him completely undone, only determined to fuck me.

I watched him lick his lips before he ordered, “tell daddy you want his cum inside of you.” Hearing him acknowledge this other secret kink, refer to himself as it had me delirious, unable to formulate any words to obey him, so I opted to hide my face in the crook of his neck, hoping the feeling of my burning cheeks would satiate him.

What a mistake.

“Oh, so now you’re shy?” He mocked, rubbing his jaw against my cheek as I whined against him. “Want daddy’s cum so much but can’t be a good girl and beg for it?”

I came with a long drawn-out gasp right then, my body twitching underneath his as his cock dragged along my walls once, twice, a third time until it spilled his cum inside of my channel. The act was so hot to me that it had me pulling on his hair, whispers of “I love you, I love you,” tumbling out of my lips.

He silenced me with a kiss, still managing to keep on thrusting until I had to push him away because of my sensitivity.

“Spread your legs for me, little one…” He ordered, brushing his tongue over his lower lip in contemplation. “Let me see the mess I left there.”

I was still a bit nervous about the whole ordeal now that the wave of horniness had left me, but I did eventually spread my legs for him, whimpering as he bit down on his own lip at the sight of his spent dripping from my abused pussy.

“Oh, you look so good like that, darling.” I could barely contain my giddiness as he laid down by my side and pulled me to rest on his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple while he caressed my arm. “But one question remains unanswered.” To my almost sleepy hum, he proceeded, “Why do you like the idea of breeding so much?”

That got me thinking, wiping the tiredness off of my muscles like a bucket of cold water. It felt weird to admit it, but at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to bare my soul to the man I loved, to have him aware of every little thing about me…

So I admitted, “I like the idea of being yours… in this very scary, slightly territorial way.” At his silence, I giggled, hiding my face on his chest as I waited for his response.

“But you are mine,” he reminded me, and even as I rolled my eyes, a silly smile painted my lips, loving that he felt like he needed to tell me that.

“I know I am,” I recognized. “It’s just another way I’d like to be claimed by you. Besides, I can just imagine how well you’d take care of me…”

Silence filled the room as we both got lost in the images of what could never be. Me with a fully-grown belly, walking like a penguin as he held up tiny onesies that looked ridiculous in his huge hands.

My heart ached for what could never be, surely, but I couldn’t really grieve a future I’d never have while I was so happy with the man who wanted to give me one.

“I’ll always take care of you.” He kissed the back of my hand, and even though he knew it wasn’t exactly what I meant, it was just enough. “I’m sorry that I can’t ever give you children.”

The guilt in his tone was almost palpable, and I wanted to do anything in my power to make it disappear. This wasn’t what I intended when I shared my sexual fantasies with him. They were just that - fantasies. I wouldn’t trade my reality for any alternative version the universe could offer me.

“It’s alright, babe,” I assured him, depositing a kiss on his chest, right where his heart would be beating for me if it could. “I think the way you want to claim me is just as territorial… and much more final.”

Bucky held me close, breathing me in - even if he didn’t need to do that to survive - before he asked me the last doubt that still hovered in his mind.

“Aren’t you scared?” And as I laid there in his embrace, feeling loved and cared for, I knew the only acceptable answer that I could give him was, “It’ll be worth it.”

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Take On Me

Art by @fae-vorite for the Harringrove Big Bang!

When Steve pulled up in the drive, he had a mouthful of blue slushie, and he was watching the tiny old lady he’d been driving behind. She’d barely been tall enough to see over the dash, and as he watched, grimacing, she barely swerved around a row of mailboxes, and then carreened through a four-way stop.

As he stared after her, there was a weird hissing noise by his elbow. Steve yelled and threw his arm up in the air, spattering himself with slushie.

“Bwah!” Max yelled, stumbling back, and smacking blue slushie ice off her arm. “Steve! What the hell.”

She hadn’t been in the driveway when he pulled in, Steve was fairly sure, and he stared around. “Where are the rest of you?” he asked warily, rubbing flung slushie off his chin. He glanced up, half-expecting Dustin to swing down on him with a vine from a tree.

Max squinted at him, her jaw working, and then glanced around. “In the bushes,” she said. “Get us inside, now, Steve.”

He rolled his eyes, stalked over and held the front door open—and then swore and dropped his slushie right on the ground and ran over to help, because it wasn’t Dustin and the Chipmunks hiding in the bushes. There was a woman, shaking, her hands stained with what looked like blood, and Billy Hargrove, who apparently wasn’t dead, barely staggering between Max and the lady. He was bandaged, and half-naked.

Steve elbowed his way in past Max, and got an arm around Billy, hefting his sweaty, shivering ass towards the door.

Once Steve had Billy, Max ran ahead and kicked the slushie cup aside, ushering the woman into his house. “Mom, come on,” she groaned, and it occured to Steve that he’d never wondered about Max’s mom. It seemed obvious, thinking about it, that most people had a mom. One of his girlfriends freshman year had had two, and didn’t seem to have a dad, which Steve had never quite figured out.

Billy looked dead, mostly, pale until he was nearly grey, like instant oatmeal. “I thought you were dead,” Steve hissed at him, and he snorted a laugh.

“Guess not,” he breathed, his head against Steve’s as he stumbled along.

When they got inside, the phone was ringing, but Max ran and stood in front of it. “Don’t answer,” she told Steve, staring at him with wet red eyes. He nodded, still half-carrying her undead brother, and trying to figure out whether the blood on Max’s mom could have come from under Billy’s bandages.

“We should call somebody,” Steve pointed out, as he lowered Billy onto the couch. Billy’s eyes were closed, and he didn’t try and get himself more comfortable, or anything, he just laid there. Steve threw a blanket over him, feeling like he was covering up a body.

Max’s mom looked like she wasn’t up for much, staring at her hands and the floor, and Max took a deep, shaky breath, rubbing her face.

Steve beckoned her into the kitchen. “We should call somebody,” he whispered, again. Max set her jaw, shaking her head, and Steve made a face. “At least a doctor,” he hissed, and she deflated, staring out at the limp shape of Billy on the couch.

“H-he should be fine,” she mumbled, digging her fingernails into her forearms until the skin whitened. “He—he didn’t get shot,” she gritted out, and her mom flinched, shivering, and rubbed at her bloody hands.

“Wait,” said Steve, staring between them.

“M-my husband,” said Max’s mom, and then covered her mouth, and a shaky sob.

“You have a dad?!” Steve yelped, looking around. “He got shot?!” he added, grabbing his car keys, because it seemed like somebody should probably find the guy.

“He’s dead,” Max’s mom whispered, staring at her bloodied hands. “He died right—right in front—in front of—”

“He wasn’t my dad,” Max said flatly, “—and we don’t need to go anywhere.”

Steve nodded, and then shook his head, bewildered. He hung the car keys up by the front door, and then braced himself, and sidled over to touch Max’s mom’s shoulder, waving at the kitchen sink. “Um, d’you want to…?”

She nodded, and took a couple weaving steps to lean against a chair, which she drug to the sink. Steve leaned down to whisper to Max. “...so...somebody’s dad got shot? That’s—that’s where the blood—” he asked, feeling well out of his depth. His fingers itched to call a functioning adult—Hopper, or Joyce Byers, even, because it looked like Max’s mom wasn’t up for much more than staring at the bloody water in the sink. “Should I try and find some...tea,” Steve hazarded, and Max snorted a laugh, rubbing her eyes.

“Billy’s dad,” she whispered, watching her mom. “The, um—” she dropped her voice further. It rasped in her throat. “—Mom let them in because they told her they were the CIA.”

“The CIA shot Billy’s dad?!” Steve choked out, trying to keep it under his breath.

“They weren’t actually the CIA,” Max said, rolling her eyes. “Obviously.”

“O-obviously,” Steve echoed, because it sort of made sense. It did seem weird that the CIA would come to Hawkins, Indiana to shoot anybody’s dad.

“Mom thought they were just...checking on us, you know,” Max said, sniffling, and Steve tried to imagine assuming that the C-fucking-IA had banged on his door just to roll out the welcome wagon. “Just—just like the FBI does, all the damn time,” Max mumbled, biting her lip.

“Wait, what,” Steve interrupted with a hiss. “The what now.”

“We’re, um, we’re not really from California,” she whispered, swallowing, and biting back a sharp laugh.

“Okay,” Steve nodded, raising his eyebrows, and watching Max’s mom cry softly with her arms in the sink, and her head bowed. “Okay, yeah, no, hang on,” he told Max, jogging the couple of steps over to her mom. He poked the woman’s shoulder gingerly. “You all cleaned up?” he asked, keeping his voice soft, and she turned big watery eyes on him, but she nodded.

“Come out in the front room and sit down,” Steve told her, feeling like sitting wouldn’t really help much, but crying into the sink had to be worse. He reached in and turned the water off, and guided her by the elbow into the front room. “Gonna get everybody something hot to drink,” he told them, hoping he still had...something. Ancient instant coffee from the last time his dad was home, maybe. Something old and dusty, probably, but Steve didn’t think Max’s mom would know the difference, not after having her husband shot by somebody pretending to be the fucking CIA.

After he pointed her at the big recliner, Max started fussing around with the color-coordinated throw blankets Steve’s mom had bought and never used, and Steve stepped over to the couch to squeamishly lift the blanket off Billy’s head.

“I-I’m fine, honey,” Max’s mom told her, behind them, as Steve surveyed Billy’s pale, sweaty face. His eyes were closed, but the skin around them was as red and raw as Max’s mom’s. His eyelashes were stuck together with the fresh tears leaving trails down his cheeks.

Steve dropped the blanket again, grimacing, and stalked back into the kitchen to find the teakettle, fill it, and put it on the stove. He found some packets of hot chocolate Dustin’s mom had given him at Christmas, and dumped them into two mugs. After a minute, watching the glow of the burner shine off the bottom of the kettle, he grabbed another mug, shrugging.

Max shook her head when he walked out and tried to hand her the hot chocolate. “I’m not a little kid,” she said, glaring at him, but her mom took it with a soft sigh.

“Thank you,” she said hoarsely. “Max, sit down, I—I’m fine.” She reached out and took the mug Steve had offered Max, and held it out to her, and Max sighed heavily, but took it.

Steve went back for the third mug, and then uncovered Billy’s head again. “Hey,” he whispered, and Billy licked his chapped lips without opening his eyes. He grimaced before he blinked and squinted up. “Here, at least hold it,” Steve told him. “It’s warm.”

“...you made me tea,” Billy growled, glaring at the mug, and then, warily, at Steve’s face.

“It’s chocolate,” Max put in. “You like chocolate, asshole.”

“...made me chocolate?” Billy asked muzzily, frowning harder, and Steve sat it on the floor, in order to get his arm around Billy-suddenly-alive-Hargrove, and help him sit up.

“Are you sure you’re not...dying?” Steve whispered to him, lifting the mug and pressing Billy’s hands around it. “Like, right here? I need to, uh...kidnap a doctor, or…?”

Billy snorted into his first sip of hot chocolate, biting his lips together as his chest shook with coughs. After a few seconds, he took a shaky breath, and opened his eyes again. “Don’t...kidnap anybody,” he rasped out, smirking. “Didn’t know you had it in you, Harrington.”

“I know a guy,” Steve told him, letting go of the mug, and reaching out to tug at the bandages visible over the top of the blanket. Billy went very still, holding his breath, which was creepy. If he wasn’t sitting up, Steve would have checked his pulse. “A doctor. M’not gonna let you die,” Steve told him, eyeing the stretched pink scars under the gauze. Some of the gauze looked wet, not red, but pale yellow, and Steve grimaced, brushing his fingers over it.

“It’s just the surgeries. Fuck,” Billy creaked out, his hands shaking on the hot chocolate so it nearly spilled. “They had to cut me open a few more times. Stitch me back together.”

Steve put his hands around Billy’s on the mug, to steady them. “...I got some duct tape somewhere,” he offered, under his breath, and Billy’s breath huffed against his fingers in a laugh. His mustache tickled, but Steve held steady, watching him drink the hot chocolate. His cheeks were pinking up a little. He stunk, kinda, sweaty, and sour from his bandages. It was weird to be anywhere near Billy Hargrove and not smell his cologne. “...I thought you were dead,” Steve said under his breath, and Billy shrugged a shoulder, wincing, and swallowing hard.

“Murphy’s law,” Billy hissed back, grinning, but his eyes welled up again, and he blinked rapidly. “Whatever you least want to happen…”

Steve helped him drink the hot chocolate, trying to think of something to say. ‘Sorry your dad got shot,’ seemed wrong. ‘At least your mom’s alive,’ didn’t seem right either, and then Steve realized he had no idea whether the woman was Billy’s mom. Billy and Max’s family seemed complicated, and it was entirely possible both parents were Billy’s, and Max had been snatched from a stroller outside a grocery store.

“So, um,” Steve started. “You’re...not from California? Why would you…”

“Lie about that?” Max asked, flatly. “The goddamn FBI told us to.”

“...the ones that…” Steve stared over at her, trying not to stare at whoever’s mom’s hands, where they’d been all over blood. Max called her mom, he told himself. Whatever she is, Max thinks of her as her mom.

Maybe they’re aliens, he thought, trying not to laugh, because why was the FBI checking in. Maybe they’d all raised Max from an alien egg they’d taken turns sitting on.

She seemed okay, for an alien, he decided, as Max said, “We’re in Witness Protection. Or we were, until the Starcourt Mall footage made the national news.”

“Ohhhhh,” Steve said, nodding. “That makes more sense than aliens,” and Billy choked on his hot chocolate. “Did you see a gang murder?” Steve asked politely, that being how it usually worked in Hawaii Five-O.

Billy coughed harder, and Steve patted his back, gently, grimacing as he tried not to break the guy any further.

“Noooo,” said Max, and when Steve glanced over, she was staring at him.

“What? Shit happens,” Steve said, shrugging. “Sometimes monsters steal your brother.”

“They didn’t exactly steal him,” Max said weakly, and Steve blinked.

“I was talking about Will Byers,” he said, and shrugged. “No gang shootouts, then?”

“We lived near Portland,” Max said, like that fact made Steve’s question the stupidest question ever asked, and then she sighed. “It’s, um, it’s actually...stupider. Than that. There, um, there was a...lab. There.”

“Ohhh,” Steve said, nodding, and thinking of Hawkins Laboratory, and Eleven.

“They wanted children to...experiment on,” she whispered, and trailed off. Steve turned to see her glowering into her mug.

“Set up this machine to check the local kids,” Billy said, suddenly, near Steve’s ear. He huffed a laugh as Steve jumped. “At the arcade. Looked like a normal arcade machine, but it was keeping track, high scores, you know.” He took a shaky breath, then cleared his throat. “Even had a fake name. Polybius.”

“How the fuck was I supposed to know?!” Max shouted, suddenly, her voice wet and uneven, and her mom grabbed her close, squeezing her with white-knuckled hands. “How the hell...we saw guys in suits parked around the place, we thought maybe the owner was like...running some kind of gambling with the machines and they were watching him, or something, how could I have—”

“Went to pick her up and they were shoving her in a van,” Billy’s voice rasped, and Steve jerked unintentionally, imagining it. “I followed them to the lab and they tried to tell me it was some...class for special kids,” he hissed. “Tried to tell us all to shut up.”

“They came and talked to N-Neil and I,” Max’s mom said. “They were...we did what they asked, if they’d leave Max alone. We couldn’t talk about it, not with anyone.”

Steve nodded, familiar with the way laboratories worked, and filed away the fact that Max’s not-dad had been named Neil, before somebody’d shot him. There was a long silence, then, as Billy bit his lips together, frowning into the nearly-empty mug of hot chocolate, and Max’s mom cried softly again.

“I called the fucking police,” Max said hoarsely into the silence. “I—I called the goddamn police, they were—they were stealing kids, they—”

“Yeah,” Steve said, grimacing. He’d found out more and more about what the lab had been doing, after he’d promised to keep quiet. They’d even killed the nice burger man, he thought sadly. His name had been Benny, Steve learned later, but at the time, he’d just been the nice burger man, the one who listened and advised as Steve told him about being terrible at college application essays, and his love for the smartest girl in school.

Luckily, in Steve’s case, the sheriff had already been told. “You had to,” he agreed.

“They shot the cop she told,” Billy said flatly, in Steve’s ear.

“They were kidnapping little kids—” Max yelled at Billy, her voice cracking with emotion and he raised his voice over hers, his voice wavery as he tried to catch his breath.

“Shot him in the head. They shot his partner, too—”

“The FBI helped us sneak out,” Max’s mom said softly, but they both shut up. “We were shuffled around a lot…”

“Why bring you here,” Steve said doubtfully. “Where our lab is? I mean, it’s better, now.”

“Maybe our FBI guys weren’t as on our side as we thought,” Billy muttered, swallowing hard, again, and Steve realized he was trying not to cry.

Steve tried not to do anything, push Billy away, or anything weirder, like hug him. He’d gotten too good at this babysitting thing, he thought with a grimace, if he was inclined to hug Billy Goddamn Hargrove. The problem was, Billy’s inaudible, bitten-back sobs felt like when Nancy’s little sister was scared of the noises outside, while her parents were at the movies. Steve was conditioned to pull that kind of thing against his shoulder, even when it was Billy Hargrove, with his broad, heavy, muscular shoulders, and heavier fists.

“Fuck,” Billy hissed under his breath, pulling his hand loose from Steve’s to rub his wrist across his eyes.

“...d’you want...anything,” Steve whispered, as softly as he could, fairly sure Billy didn’t want him to sing Old MacDonald even if he was really good at all the animal noises.

“How about my dad, alive,” Billy snarled, his unsteady breaths taking the sting out of it.

“Thanks for letting us in,” Max said, hoarsely, and Steve turned to frown at her.

“Of course I let you in,” he snorted. “I wasn’t gonna leave you hiding in my bushes.”

“We—we’ll figure out what to do,” Max said, as her mother squeezed her close again. “Soon. Before—before the lab people figure out where we are.”

“We need Hopper,” Steve told them, starting to stand, and then realizing he was holding Billy up, and he didn’t want to drop him on the floor. He wasn’t sure how together Billy was under the bandages—he didn’t seem very...healed—and the thought of dropping him on the floor, and just accidentally jostling all Billy’s internal organs out through a big hole in his back made Steve shudder.

“You can’t call him,” Max’s mom said bleakly. “They were listening to our phones. They said, as we...ran,” she choked out.

“...bet they aren’t listening to walkie-talkies,” Steve told her, absently spreading his fingers over the cool skin of Billy’s shoulder, to warm him up.

“Where’s yours?” Max asked breathlessly, and Steve gave her directions to his sock drawer.

Billy was shivering harder, and Steve waited until his little sister and maybe-mom weren’t looking to pull the blanket away from more of his bandages.

There was red smeared on them. “Billy,” Steve hissed, urgently, and Billy laughed wetly, wiping his nose.

“‘S not mine,” he laughed, a little hysterically. “S’my dad’s. He—he died right—”

“Shit,” Steve said, blankly, watching Billy try to wipe it away with shaking hands, tears rolling down his cheeks. “That can’t…” he trailed off as Max brought the walkie-talkie down, and she and her mom started whispering about what to say. “You need new bandages,” Steve told Billy, the one thing he was confident he could do. “I need to clean you up.”

“I’m fine, fuck,” Billy panted, sniffling juicily, and Steve nodded once.

“I’m taking Billy up to...clean him up,” Steve told the other two, and they nodded, watching him.

“He’s still got stitches,” Max said, glaring. “Don’t get him wet.”

‘Your dad’s blood got all over’ didn’t seem like the right thing to say ever, so Steve just nodded, and got Billy fairly upright.

“How far we going,” he panted, swaying, and Steve made a face, then turned around.

“Piggyback,” he announced, and Billy swore under his breath.

“Fuuuck,” Billy whispered in Steve’s ear, as Steve made his way carefully up the stairs, steadying himself with one hand on the railing, and one hand awkwardly supporting Billy’s ass. “Watch it there, Harrington,” Billy snorted, with a pained grunt.

“Sorry,” Steve told him. “Is this like how you can’t squeeze the donuts at the store unless you buy them?” he asked, because Billy was heavy, and his ass cheek was soft in Steve’s hand, and Steve’s tongue was on cruise control.

Billy coughed, his fingers digging into Steve’s shoulder and chest as he gave a strangled-sounding laugh. “...yeah, Harrington, it’s exactly like that,” he gasped out. “I’m...your fucking donut...now, asshole.”

Steve laughed so hard he almost dropped him, all the adrenaline of them showing up covered in blood draining out of him. “Shit,” he panted, staggering up onto the landing, and taking a minute to breathe. “Don’t make me laugh on the stairs—”

“You started this shit, I just finished it,” Billy mumbled against his neck. His breathing was uneven and shuddery.

Steve took a slow breath to steady himself, and carried Billy just that little bit further through his plaid bedroom, and into the bathroom.

Billy didn’t even comment on the extreme plaid, his teeth chattering, so Steve nearly dropped him on the toilet in his urgency to get a few inches of really hot water in the tub to plonk Billy in. It’d be just like with Holly, he figured, put few inches of water in there to keep her warm, but not enough so she could slide in and drown. It wouldn’t be enough to get up near Billy’s bandages, he told himself, then, while the water was running, he realized he didn’t know where all the bandages were, so he reached over and yanked at the drawstring of Billy’s sweatpants.

“WAH,” Billy said, grabbing Steve’s hand with his cold, sweaty, shaking one. “...what,” he breathed, his eyes falling shut, and then blinking stubbornly open again.

“Come on,” Steve said, grimacing at how pale he was. “You got any bandages below the chest?” Billy just shivered and breathed, staring into the middle distance, and Steve finally bit his lips together and grabbed Billy’s cold face, turning it to face him. “Billy,” he said. “Billy?”

“...Harrington,” Billy whispered, focusing on him, and then looking around, his eyes welling up again with tears.

“Come on, stay with me, I’m gonna get you warmed up,” Steve told him, ignoring his own heart pounding. He was aware of shock as a concept—he’d seen Joyce Byers after—after. But Billy had bandages, he could be bleeding out, or something, and the thought made Steve’s fingers clumsy as he tried to lift the guy enough to get his sweatpants off, and pull him into the bath.

“Come on,” Steve whispered, pulling Billy up until he was sort of standing. Steve had to reach down and lift Billy’s feet one by one into the tub, and he yelped, opening his eyes again at the heat. “Just gonna clean you up,” he muttered, pretty sure Billy wasn’t hearing him, what with the way he was slumped against Steve’s side. Steve lowered him into the water, and Billy shook his head, mumbling inaudibly.

Steve held his shoulders for a long moment, watching his face, and then yanked at the bandages. Billy still had some stitches underneath, but to Steve’s profound relief, it didn’t seem like any of the blood was his—or that the blood had seeped in anywhere. From what Steve remembered of reading Johnny Tremain in middle school, gangrene was a possibility if stuff got past Billy’s stitches, and so he was very careful to wipe around them.

Billy relaxed slowly against the back of the tub, his head tilting to rest against the corner as his eyes closed. His hands occasionally lifted to touch Steve’s, and then fell away as Steve washed him all over, until he was pink and warm, and didn’t smell like sour sweat anymore. Billy snored softly under his fingers, and Steve bit back a laugh.

The bath water started to cool, and Billy’s shoulders started to clench again, his legs goosepimpling, so Steve ran the hot water again. He pulled the plug on the cooler water, then when the tub was empty, replugged it. As the hot water rose, he ran out to grab an old plastic cup from his desk—he had to dump the pencils out—and pour warm water over Billy’s legs.

Billy screamed, this awful broken noise, scrambling to get out of the tub, and Steve yelped and turned the water off, helping frantic, naked Billy Hargrove out of the tub and half into his lap. He was slippery and warm, and Steve tried not to think about it, stretching to try and reach a towel, but Billy was laughing brokenly into his hands, muttering “I’m me, Harrington, I’m fucking sorry, I’m the best you’re gonna get, I’m still me, I’m Billy goddamn Hargrove—”

“Shit, I know,” Steve told him, as Billy’s wet shoulder soaked into his t-shirt. “You’re Billy, you’re okay, shit. You were just cold, I wasn’t trying to—”

“Maybe I’m better as the Mindflayer,” Billy laughed, gulping and sniffling. “Could’ve taken out that lab guy before…” he took a shuddering breath, wiping his nose. “Not just...let my dad get fucking shot,” he whispered. “F’I wasn’t such a waste of space I’d have answered the door.”

With a sinking horror, Steve realized he had his arm around a naked guy in his bathroom, a naked guy who’d once beaten him unconscious. A naked dude who wished he was dead. “Maybe it wouldn’t have made a difference,” he said, after some thought. “You don’t know he’d have gotten away. Max’d be crying over you again.”

“Like she would,” Billy snorted, reaching for the toilet paper and loudly blowing his nose.

“She did, though,” Steve told him, and Billy glared over.

“Yeah, right,” he said, and then opened his mouth again, shut it, and wiped his eyes. “...what the fuck am I doing here,” he grunted.

“Uh, well,” Steve started, “—you were um, playing an evil videogame in Oregon—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Billy laughed, wheezing with pain. “Why are you...why’d you—” he mumbled, as Steve set his jaw determinedly and wrested him up from the floor, dragging Heavy-Ass-Hargrove out to his bed, and tipping him into the sheets.

The bandages were an adventure, with Billy falling asleep--and he finally fell asleep again right on Steve, as Steve tried to get him dried off.

He didn’t wake up for hours, until Steve was sitting up in bed, on the phone with Hopper. Billy blinked big blue disoriented eyes up at him, frowning grouchily, and Steve held his finger up to his lips, listening to Hopper explain the situation.

“It’s okay,” Steve hissed to Billy. “You’re with me, you’re safe.”

Billy stilled, watching him, then snorted a laugh as his eyes drifted shut. “...’kay, Harrington, he mumbled, sighing contentedly as he curled into the warm pillows.

Steve smiled, and rolled his eyes.

#The Hargroves were in witness protection #But the scary people caught up #Harringrove Big Bang #harringrove #Hurt/comfort

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⇴ male reader [22, chubby, 194cm] ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↣ rating: 18+ ↣ warnings: smut; height difference/size difference; facesitting; ass eating; modern AU; chubby, tall reader; reader’s “friends” fatshaming reader and just being absolute assholes before it gets to the spicy good stuff

part 1.

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Chuckling, his hand reached out to your cheek when you leaned in; immediately returning the sweet kisses. Kei’s golden eyes fluttered open once you pulled back again, only to giggle a “What?” when you turned your head to kiss his little hand.

“Your hands are so cute… and tiny.”, you snickered yourself.

Hawks couldn’t say anything back. After all, it was true. His hands were so small compared to your own – and he adored that. Biting his lip, he tried to suppress his wide smile as best as he could when you pressed another kiss onto the back of his hand and fingers which were adorned with rings. They made his hands even more pretty.

You and Hawks had been dating exactly six months. Hence why you decided to go to the bar where it all started. This time, you didn’t mind sitting at one of the tables, because all you could focus on was this beautiful man besides you. And Keigo definitely made you feel much more comfortable and confident. Love was amazing.

Both of you were so into the moment of sharing little kisses and just having a conversation about different things in life, that you didn’t even realize a few familiar faces entering the bar. And you wished it had stayed that way the moment you heard their calling.

“Yo! It’s [Your.name]!”

“And Takami-san!”

All you could do was fake smile and greet them as well. You had heard from Keigo what one of your supposed ‘friends’ had said. The car accident remark hurt – a lot. So, in the last few months you had tried to distance yourself from your friend group. Not only because you wanted to spend as much time with your boyfriend as possible, but also because they weren’t good for you. You had known that for quite some time, however that one thing certainly was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

Hawks besides you was immediately uncomfortable, but he smiled politely as well. However, when he started playing with the many rings on his fingers, you knew you had to do something. Especially when they sat down and started chatting.

“Uh, I’ll buy us something to drink, yeah?”, you tried to flee the awkward situation.

“Ah, then I’ll definitely need to make some room for more.”, was Keigo’s excuse as he hastily stood up to walk towards the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned in front of the sink, his ring’s clacking as he washed his hands.

“Fuck. How are we gonna get rid of them? This should have been our date… Kh!”, he thought and clicked his tongue in the end.

You, who stood in front of the bar, also were thinking rapidly what you could do. If you could just tell them it was your date with Hawks.

“Argh! You are so fucking big and yet you can’t grow any balls! Idiot!”, you insulted yourself, “If I could just tell them to kindly fuck off… Damn it.”

How often had your friends stood you up? Left you alone during parties? Talked shit about you? And yet you weren’t able to tell them to go away for once.

Hawks was the first to return, however as he walked up your friends were sitting with the back facing towards him, hence they didn’t see him. Thus, they also didn’t see that he stood behind them when they talked shit again.

“I mean… model? Have you seen him? He’s fucking tiny and fragile. As if someone like him would be a model. I haven’t even seen him on any magazine anyways.”, one cackled.

“Right? And he ain’t even THAT hot. But of course stupid [Your.name] is gonna buy it, I mean, his head is as big as a melon but his brain? Nut sized!”, another laughed.

“Their height difference is fucking laughable!”

“Only their height? Fuck, you can make three little Takamis out of [Your.name]. That’s fucking hilarious. Just watching them side by side is so ridiculous. They probably don’t even fuck.”

“Ew, can you imagine [Your.name]? Ugh!”, he loudly gagged, “I’d rather shove a cactus up my ass than do-”

Just listening to that made Keigo furious. Someone who was supposed to be your friend group talking so much shit was disgusting. Hence he stepped forward and banged his hand onto the table, making them stop their cackling. If looks could have killed, all your friends would have dropped dead.

“You’re like fucking little High School girls cackling and talking shit. No wonder none of you is in a relationship, you fucking assholes.”, Hawks growled.

Before he could say any more though, you came back with a Red Bull for you and a drink for Hawks. Though, immediately, you realized something was off.

“Kei? Everything okay?”, you carefully asked once you put down the Red Bull and glass.

He wanted to just grab you and walk out. They ruined your six month anniversary date. Yes, it might be something overly cheesy and stupid, but it was important to you and him. And those fucktards ruined it all. But, he just shook his head and sat down, you had bought the beverage after all, so he was going to drink it.

“No, Baby, everything’s okay. Thanks for the drink.”

So, you sat down as well, wondering why your friends looked so bashful and uncomfortable. It only took a few minutes of you and him awkwardly sitting, no one really talking and just nipping on your drinks. Hawks had been playing with his rings absentmindedly again when he couldn’t take it anymore. Fuck the drinks, this was too much.

“[Your.name], it’s getting late. I need to go to work tomorrow, do you mind if we cut it short today and go home?”, he asked with his fake smile.

For a moment, you didn’t know if he just wanted to escape the situation or if he really wanted to go home. But, as far as you knew, he was free tomorrow and you had plans to stay over-

You needed to stop overthinking everything, thus, you just nodded.

“Of course. I’ll drive you home.”

“Thanks. Oh wait.”, he suddenly said when you had already stood up.

“Hm?”

Then, he grabbed a tissue from the table, your friends just watching, still feeling bad that they got caught talking shit. But no one could have known what was about to happen next.

Reaching out his hand, he softly wiped your face, leaving you a bit confused.

“Oh, thank you?”

Keigo just chuckled though and smiled, “No problem. Just wanted to make sure my seat’s clean for later.”

Then, he threw the tissue onto the table, flashed your friends a “fuck you” smile and glare, before grabbing your hand and walking outside. You just completely flabbergasted and a stuttering mess as you helplessly followed your small boyfriend outside.

“K-Keigo…”, you were visibly embarrassed.

Hawks know he may have gotten a little too far. Flaunting your relationship was one thing but saying that thing in public might be too much for your shy heart. So, the ride home was unusually quiet, which weighed down his heart even more. Your date was totally ruined now. He wanted to say sorry, but the silence was just… too much. Thus, he kept his mouth shut as well.

When you finally reached your apartment, you just quietly walked upstairs. You were so deep into your own thoughts you even ran against your doorframe, since you were so tall.

“Ow!”, you immediately grabbed your head. That hadn’t happened in quite some time.

It only showed how distracted you were from the scenario in the bar.

“[Your.name]? Are you okay?”, he immediately turned around and looked up.

“Ah? Yeah. No, it’s… it’s okay. Guess I was just really absentminded. Don’t mind me.”, you smiled at him, though Hawks still felt bad.

He should have just left after he caught them and not do this stupid joke in front of them.

“Okay… I’m gonna take a shower, okay?”

“Yeah.”, was all you answered and then it was an awkward quietness again.

Ah, you wondered what had happened between Hawks and your friends and what had led him to do something like that. Now, as you thought back, it was quite funny. Their faces were priceless, too. And it wasn’t even the case that you couldn’t take a joke. It was just the fact that your friends had to hear it that it was… embarrassing? Why though? Because they found out you had sex? You didn’t really know. All you knew was that, you had to cut them off as soon as possible.

After what felt like half an hour, Hawks came out of the bathroom and thus, it was your turn to shower. Once again, there weren’t any words exchanged. Until you finally joined him in bed after your own shower. Keigo had been waiting for you and the moment you laid down beside him, he turned around to face you.

“I’m sorry, [Your.name]. I know I shouldn’t have lied and done THAT an-“

“Ah no, no.”, you interrupted him and gestured a little, “It’s fine. It was a good excuse and… thinking about it now THAT was kinda funny.”, you finally snickered.

Which certainly made Kei’s heart laugh again as well.

“It was, wasn’t it?!”, he chuckled, then smiled – genuinely.

“Yes, it was a good one. Their faces were great. Sorry, too. I … get so easily flustered still. It’s still kinda new and all.”, you then admitted.

“It’s okay, I know that and still went with it. Next time I’ll only do that when we’re alone.”

“Hahaha, okay. I can live with that.”, you laughed and then finally kissed him softly.

Looking at you for a moment, he didn’t know if he should even say something, but then again…

“You know, I caught them talking shit again.”, resting his head on your shoulder, he slung his arm around your broad chest. His cold little feet touching your shin as he had wrapped his leg around your own. He was so tiny.

“Ah, I thought so…”, you sighed deeply, “I’ll definitely cut them off soon. It’s not like they will miss me anyways, well… maybe because then they don’t have someone who’s their idiot for everything.”

“I’m sorry they ruined our date, Babe.”, you then whispered and kissed his forehead.

“It’s okay. At least we have the rest of the evening just for us.”

“Yeah.”

Like that, you cuddled together. You didn’t mind it anymore when he grabbed onto your chub. People had done that to mock you before, but Keigo would have never done it with that intent. He just liked grabbing onto you since you were so much bigger than him, which meant he fit just perfectly tucked right under your arm. Just where he belonged.

For a while, you laid there. The quietness surrounding you wasn’t awkward anymore as you softly played with his hair and he played with your hand. It was just relaxed and soothing.

Meanwhile, it looked differently inside your mind.

“Okay, just say it.”, you kept on cheering you on.

Ever since he said THAT, you couldn’t stop thinking about it, which, inevitably, led to you thinking about actually doing what he had said. Which then meant you slowly became horny.

Your heart was hammering against your chest way too wildly when you leaned in. You felt out of breath just by thinking what you wanted to say. It was fine. You were dating. This wasn’t inappropriate and Kei had started it so…

“So…what do you think? Is your seat clean now?”

It only took a second for Hawks to realize it. Redness spreading all over his face in an instance. He always tried to be so confident and cocky, so it caught him off-guard hearing you so straight-forward for once. However, with redness also came a big smirk and his golden eyes gleaming when he looked up to meet your own [eye.color] ones.

“Looks pretty good to me.”, Kei barely whispered back while scooching closer and connecting your lips eventually.

A sweet kiss quickly becoming heated and sloppy as you grabbed his ass and pulled him on top of you. Hawks immediately moaning into your mouth as he grabbed onto the pillow. He loved getting thrown around a little, especially when you were so nice and strong and big.

Even though his cheeks were still pretty warm from blushing, it didn’t take long for him to wiggle himself out of his briefs. It certainly also helped that you hooked your fingers in and pulled them down at last.

“Hmnhh”, he mewled once you pushed him up higher, your big hand clawing at his ass and leaving marks behind.

“Turn around, Baby?”, you asked in between passionate kisses.

And his answer came promptly when he rose and bit his lip for a second.

“It’s a little embarrassing…”, yet he completely sat back up and turned around, which made you chuckle.

“Hmmm, but you did it anways.”, being the one to tease him for once was nice.

“Hahaha I sure di-ahn!”, he laughed only to interrupt himself with a soft whine when you grabbed his ass and pushed him closer against your face.

You didn’t even waste another second as you let your tongue flick against his hole. Lapping around for a moment before teasing him with the tip. Earning his cute moan immediately. Biting his own finger, he tried not to become too loud. Though as you licked over his ass with your broad tongue, a shivery moan escaped his throat just like that.

After using some spit for lubrication your tongue was back instantly to lick and flick. Your fingers holding his ass tightly left red marks behind that made Hawks moan in delight. Pushing himself even further down onto your face without really realizing it. Though you didn’t mind at all, rather you used it to push your tongue inside.

“Ngh! Ahh-“, arching his back, Keigo reached back to try and grab the headboard for support.

Your own deep moans sent vibrations through his body, making it even harder to resist the urge to just ride your face. However, with how eagerly you ate his ass, your tongue relentlessly wiggling and thrusting, it was pretty hard to move himself, thus being completely at your mercy.

“Ohh fuck- Ah! B-Baby…”, he choked out and moaned.

Pulling back a little, you went back to flicking the top of your tongue, tickling his soft hole and listening to his grumbling as he tried to sway his hips to spur you on. But, you loved to tease him. Hearing his quickened breathing and the impatient whines made your cock twitch and leak.

Though, in order to make him feel good, you soon pushed your broad tongue back against his twitching ass to lick almost slowly over his soft hole, before pushing your wet muscle back inside. His delightful hiss and the shivering of his body told you everything you needed to know.

His golden eyes were closed and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. Another suppressed moan finding its way out of his mouth. Messy blonde strands of hair fell into his face, before he threw his head back when you, unexpectedly, reached around his thigh and touched his leaking cock. Your big hand wrapping around it was almost too much as he tried to thrust into it, simultaneously also rubbing his ass against your face more, thus feeling your tongue even more intensely.

“Ahn Ah! [Your.name] agh-“

However, when he softly pushed your hand away, you were a little surprised. Though not for long when he also raised his ass and turned around a bit, his golden eyes gleaming with lust.

“I want to… cum with your cock inside.”, was all he choked out under heavy breathing.

Hence you just gulped and sheepishly grinned. Reaching for the nightstand, you grabbed the lube, Keigo’s hands already busy pulling down your pants and kissing down your cock. Only to moan loudly when your thick fingers pushed inside his soft hole. The lube making such noisy squish sounds when you thrusted inside. Your big hand groped his small ass to spread his cheeks while you kept fingering him.

Your own deep groans and moans as he licked over your shaft and sucked on your cockhead got him even more excited. Thus, after a few moments of being stretched, he sat back up again so you pulled your fingers out. Simply watching as he moved and hovered over your cock.

“Kei-“, you choked out his name and instinctively grabbed his hips, once again realizing just how small he was. Your fingertips almost touched, he was such a fragile thing compared to you.

Though, despite being so small, Hawks grabbed your fat cock and slowly pushed down. The tip alone made him hiss, before a breathy moan followed. Once he sat in your lap, your dick buried snug in his ass, he leaned back, your hands giving him support and he held himself up as well.

“AHhh!”, one thrust was enough to make him moan in delight, hence with a quickened heartbeat, you started moving.

Easily holding him in place as you started shoving your cock inside his tight ass. Kei’s arms visibly shaking and his head thrown back.

“Ahh- [Your.name]- Mhn! Ah!”, though it didn’t take long for you to push him up completely, his hole gaping and twitching, before throwing him onto his belly.

“AHnn, so rough.”, he purred as he presented his ass instantly. Once again - he just loved getting thrown around a little.

But not being able to think about it much longer, you had already pushed your cock back inside, making him moan in bliss and his hands instantly clawing at the sheets. Your own hands had grabbed his hips again, thus being able to thrust in as deeply as possible.

If it were possible, you might have thought you could see little hearts floating around Keigo’s head with how much he enjoyed himself. His moaning loud and not holding back as you drilled your cock into his tight hole.

Burying his red face into the pillow, he didn’t even try to hold back his moans. Just loving the way you blew his back out, making him so soar that he couldn’t even sit tomorrow morning. His delicate body shaking so much as waves of pure lust swept through him. His small cock bouncing with every thrust, the sheets dirtied with precum and sweat.

“[Your.name]!”, he moaned out your name.

Twisting his body lightly, he looked back and reached out his hand, instantly meeting your own as you grabbed and squeezed it.

“C-Come here…”, Keigo stuttered under heavy breathing.

“B-But… I’m gonna squish you.”, you groaned back, not wanting to lay on top of him with your heavy, chubby body. He was so tiny…

“Don’t ca-Ah! [Your.name]… please…”, was the last thing he whined and how could you say no?

“Fine…”, you let go of his hand and hovered over him before lowering your body onto his, “But tell me when it’s too uncomfortable.”

Though Keigo didn’t care anymore as your heavy body pushed him more into the mattress, a mere moaned “Uhgn!” all he could do. And then, you started thrusting again. He simply loved having your body on top of his, feeling your weight push him down.

Since you were already in the perfect spot, you just lowered your head to kiss along the nape of his neck. His soft little mewls as you nibbled on his skin spurring you on more. Your skin slapping against his as your hips moved as much as they could.

“Ah ahh B-Baby, I’m… Nghh!”, he tried to warn you as you kept fucking him mercilessly.

Your hips only stopping for a few seconds here and there, before you were back to shoving your cock inside, earning Keigo’s loud moan. His ass was tightening around your dick more and more as he approached his orgasm. Hawks’ insides were fluttering as you didn’t stop thrusting into his hole.

“Oh fuck- Kei-go…”, you choked out his name as your arms wrapped around his small body. Your hips moving on their own as you vigorously moved. Hips smacking against his ass uncontrollably.

Both of you moaning as you approached your orgasms. Hawks the first who surrendered to the pleasure. A loud, blissful moan escaping his throat and his body shaking underneath you. Cumming onto the sheets while he pulled you with him. Your own body shivering as you hugged him tightly and drilled your cock into his ass one last time before cumming. Filling his sloppy hole with your cum as he just happily mewled and moaned.

For a moment, you stayed like that; gasping for breath and shaking. Hawks groaning, a crooked happy smile on his lips and looking like he was on cloud nine, babbling nonsense. After a while, you slowly sat back up and pulled out. The soft squish sound and the cum flowing out immediately was sending another blissful jolt down south to your cock.

“Hmm, you look even more pretty like that, Baby.”, you chuckled and softly smacked his ass.

Hawks just giggled as well and pulled you down and besides him.

“I love you.”, he whispered before kissing you.

Happily returning the sweet gesture, you buried your hand in his hair, listening to his soft happy hums as you massaged his scalp. Your heart was thumping so much in your chest, wondering how you seriously deserved someone like him.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”, he chuckled as his head fell back into the pillow, his beautiful eyes filled with so much love as he looked at you.

“Just… for not giving up six months ago. I was really- just an asshole to you because of my own insecurities and… when I think about what might have happened if you didn’t try again, I would still be miserable right now. So just.. thank you. I love you.”

Biting his lip to try and hide his stupid happy smile, it, however, didn’t really help much. Hence he leaned in to kiss you once more. Which then ended in your mouths being tangled yet again as you pushed him more into the mattress.

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⇻ salem.talks: here’s part two! it took almost a month wtf well here it is!

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