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terrarain · 8 months

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seasons of love

characters: todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, takami keigo

summary: four seasons, four guys. different drabbles based on the season.

notes: reader's pronouns unspecified, swearing, it's entirely fluff! mentions of a reader with a pollen allergy in keigo's, some possessiveness in bakugou's for like one line, ticklish reader in shinsou's

word count: 4.5k

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂️ spring; takami keigo

Keigo didn't see much appeal in the rainy showers that May would bring. The rain had an unpleasant tendency to wash away traces of villain activity; it was a criminal's best friend. Activity in the streets were always lower when it was raining. People weren't as alert.

So he doesn't really get it when you're tugging at his sleeve with a cute pout that. As he stares at your jutted out lip, he has the oddest desire to bite it.

"Please. It'll be fun."

"Alright, consider me convinced, birdie."

All you had to do was say please with wide eyes and pouty lips and he was done for. Keigo's sure that Miruko would laugh her ass off at how easily Keigo acquiesced to all of your requests. Good thing for him, then, that the rabbit hero was nowhere to be seen.

And so that's the explanation behind why Keigo, the number two hero Hawks who was currently on a break, is currently walking next to you. In one hand, he's holding a well-loved umbrella and his other hand...

Golden eyes linger on the free hand at your side, swinging forward and back as you practically skip along the rain-washed sidewalk.

The hand that's not holding the umbrella twitches.

"You really like the rain."

"It's the best part about spring."

The beaming smile that you send his way makes Keigo feel all melty inside with affection. A part of him is glad that his wings have been reduced to just a few feathers at the moment. He has a feeling that, if his wings had been full, they'd be puffing up an embarrassing amount right about now.

He cocks his head to the side slightly. "Not the flowers?"

"The flowers are nice, too. But they make my allergies act up and those aren't much fun."

Keigo recalls memories of you in past springs, nose all runny and red, eyes slightly teary.

"But you're cute when you're sniffling," he teases, trying for a flirty smile. You just roll your eyes playfully.

"You won't be saying that when I'm constantly blowing snot into tissues."

You'd still be cute in his eyes. He's seen you a snotty mess before, when you got sick one time, and Keigo couldn't help but think that you looked stunning.

"You look beautiful all the time."

"Yeah, yeah, you flirt," you laugh, unconvinced.

Shit, he thinks distantly. I'm down real bad.

Keigo hadn't been saying that just to flatter you. He really did think that you were the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes upon. Anybody who said otherwise was just wrong. They'd have to be blind to not recognize your beauty.

"Seriously," he insists. A flush takes over your cheeks, faint but still there. Keigo smiles to himself.

"Anyways," you fluster, walking a bit faster. He quickens his pace as well, careful to make sure that the umbrella that he was sharing with you was still covering you. He could feel his shoulder getting a little wet, but he didn't really care.

"So," Keigo drawls, one bushy brow raised. "Didja drag me out into the rain just so we could walk? I know I'm irresistible," an eyeroll from you, "...and that you want to spend more time with me, but we could just hang out at your apartment like usual."

"You're such a homebody," you muse. "Who knew that the flashy, number two winged hero Hawks is a shut-in."

"Hey," he says, not all that offended. "Your place s'real comfy."

And nobody expects anything of him when he's in the comfort of your well-lived in home. He's just Takami Keigo in private, cracking jokes and play-wrestling with you. Just another average joe who's hanging out with the love of his life a friend.

" 'sides," Keigo continues, looking over to you quickly. "I'm out here with you, aren't I? Even though I have no clue what you're up to."

"Oh, I never told you, huh?" you muse. The look in your eyes is playful, almost childlike.

"What schemes are you cooking up in that pretty little head of yours?" he questions, eyes slightly narrowed. He moves up a bit more to walk next to you when he sees a car approaching from behind. There's no puddles for the car to splash the two of you with, but better safe than sorry.

"You said that you've never played in the rain," is your non-answer.

Keigo does faintly recall telling you this. It had been a while ago, if he's remembering things correctly. You were working your magic in the kitchen while he was sitting at the counter as he watched when he had let this bit of information slip.

Ah, he realizes. "That's what all this fuss is about?"

"You're missing out," you insist when you hear his perplexed tone. "Right now, it's raining. And you're on break. So... now's a great time to take you out."

Keigo almost makes a joke about you taking him out in a different context — for a date.

The joke doesn't come. Instead, he just says: "Chickadee, I've flown through the rain. You're actin' like this is my first rodeo out in the rain."

You let out a little (cute) frustrated huff, eyes narrowing. Your arms cross as you speak. "Put the umbrella aside. We're going puddle jumping."

Keigo cocks a brow in questioning, "Uh, you sure? You'll get—"

"—wet?" you interrupt him as you bring the hood of your raincoat over your head. "That's what the coats are for."

"If you say so," he says, giving up easily enough as he brings the hood of his own raincoat up before closing the umbrella. Keigo really can't say no to you.

The two of you stand there under the rain. It's not particularly harsh, but it's definitely not a light drizzle, either. A scarlet red feather flies up to carry the umbrella that he sets to the side.

"So, what now, professor?" Keigo says, grinning. "Please do teach me about the joys of rainy weather."

"Gladly," you say as you offer him a hand. It only takes a nanosecond before his hand is in yours, his gaze expectant. The raindrops that fall onto the exposed skin are cool.

You tug at his hand, gentle, and he follows behind you like a lost puppy. Keigo finds himself feeling glad that there's nobody out at the moment — that there's nobody to disturb this moment between the two of you.

"Just gotta find..." you trail off, eyes scanning up ahead for something. Eventually, your aimless wandering becomes directed as you let out a small 'aha!'.

You're leading him towards a recently formed, sizeable puddle on the sidewalk.

"Are we going to—"

"Yes."

"Chickadee, we'll be soaked."

"Didn't take you to be such a party pooper," you tease, stopping right at the edge of the puddle as you look over to him.

Keigo gasps, offended. "Me? A party pooper? Why, I oughta—"

You don't wait for him to finish that sentence, jumping into the puddle in front of him with a lot more force than he thinks is necessary. The water comes up and out of reflex, his arms rise in a futile defense against the liquid.

"You were saying?"

"You are so cheeky," Keigo says fondly before he joins you in the puddle, jumping into the rainwater just as a child would.

He hears you let out a little squeal as water flies up towards you and Keigo grins, kicking some water at you as a form of payback.

"That's cold," you giggle, eyes bright.

"I said it'd be cold earlier while you were trying to drag me out," Keigo replies, letting you tug him out of the puddle as you begin searching for another puddle to jump into.

"Worth it," you declare.

He tilts his head curiously. "You're having that much fun?"

Your reply catches him off guard and he almost stumbles.

"It got you smiling again," you say easily, turning around a corner. Your face lights up when you see another untouched puddle. "Not one of those safe smiles. A smile smile."

"A smile smile," he echoes with vague amusement. His heart is fluttering and his cheeks are warming. Keigo, pointedly, does not acknowledge it. "Your descriptions could use some work."

"Oh, please, you get the point," you grin. "Now, come and help me ruin our jackets and boots more, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah," Keigo says, joining you in your adventures into the puddle of water while he thinks,

Maybe the rain isn't all bad after all.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☀️ summer; todoroki shouto

"Thank you! Come back again!"

Shouto one perfectly-shaped brow slightly as he glances over to you. You're waving to the person leaving with a sunny smile. In the sky, the sun had already started lowering.

"Are you doing this again tomorrow?" he questions. The hand that's waving stills momentarily before dropping back down to the table of the stand he sat at with you.

You lick your lips. On the table, you're twisting your fingers - Shouto recognizes it as one of your nervous habits.

"Um... well, you don't have to, if you don't want to."

Shouto shifts, gaze briefly flickering over to the bucket of icecream surrounded in his ice. He repeats his question, slightly reworded this time.

"Do you want to do this again tomorrow?"

Your eyes, Shouto thinks as he returns your stare, are something that he could gaze at for hours upon hours on end.

"I do," you admit, lips upturned in a shy smile. "Are you... free tomorrow?"

Shouto's hums as he leans forward a little towards you, chin in the palm of his hand. The darkening of your cheeks makes the smile on his face grow a touch wider. "I am, indeed, free tomorrow. I presume you will be enlisting my assistance as a personal cooler again?"

The little laugh that slips through your lips is light and breathless as you nod. "Mmhm. Really, thanks again for this, Todoroki."

"It's no problem," he says, and it really isn't. Although the request had been an odd one, he didn't particularly mind.

The request in question had been related to ice cream carts - which, to his understanding, are portable stands that sell ice cream. You had told him that you'd wanted to run one - but didn't have the money to rent one out. Shouto had been on the verge of offering to rent one for you when you had eagerly tugged him over to a makeshift stand.

"So, I decided to make my own!" you had told him a few hours ago. Your previously eager smile had turned sheepish when you made a request. "But I don't really have anything to keep the ice cream cool in the heat, so I.. I was wondering if you would be willing to be a cooler? You'll get half of the money the stand makes!"

Shouto would've provided his assistance regardless of whether or not you were paying him. He had said as much, but you insisted on paying him anyways.

"You're really sure you don't have anything else to do?" you question, frowning in concern. "It can't be that fun for you, sitting around at a table in the heat for most of the day."

"The heat doesn't really affect me," he says smoothly, smiling warmly as he looks at you. "And I think it's quite enjoyable. You're very good company."

"Oh-" you clear your throat, all flushed cheeks and giddy smiles. "You're good company, too, Todoroki."

His lips downturn. "Shouto."

The look you send him can only be described as bewildered.

"Call me Shouto," he clarifies. "We are close enough for you to refer to me as such, no?"

He tilts his head when you stare at him with wide eyes.

"Then - you can call me by my given name, too," you say shyly. When he says your name out loud, you nod slightly. "That's me!"

You then shuffle a little, turning to reach for the bag of ice cream cones. He watches with rapt attention as you scrape out the last remaining bits of ice cream in the bucket and drop it onto the cone. He retracts the ice he had around the bucket, seeing as there was no ice cream left to keep cool.

"You should have it." you say after watching him. When he looks at you, you're holding the cone out for him.

Shouto shakes his head. "It's alright. You can have it."

"Shouto," you huff. "Really, you should have it instead. You've been entertaining my whims 'n whatnot the entire day, so.."

The usage of his name has him hesitating; he wonders if you'll say his name again if he keeps refusing. The small pout on your face discourages him from that, though, and he decides to opt for a compromise.

He leans in to take a bite of the ice cream in front of you. Vanilla melts a little on his tongue before he swallows the bite, the coolness of the treat lingering. When Shouto pulls back, he observes your flustered expression with some amusement.

"There," he says simply. "I've had my fill. You can have the rest."

You open your mouth to protest and he just raises a brow in a silent question. He seems to conveyed his message well, because you bring the cone to your lips and take a small bite as you look away from him. Shouto gently pokes at your flushed cheeks, eliciting a giggle.

The smile on his face is fond. Shouto doesn't really have a favourite season - he didn't see a reason to have a favourite.

But, as the sun sets in the distance, last few rays of sunlight framing you in a picturesque scene as you finish off the ice cream cone in your hand - Shouto thinks that if he had to pick one season as his favourite, it would be summer.

ˏˋ°•*⁀🍁 autumn; bakugou katsuki

Katsuki doesn't indulge people. He doesn't entertain their whims. He gives absolutely zero fucks about the desires of other people.

(A lie, sort of. Katsuki is just a little soft towards his closest friends and he lets himself get dragged into their antics sometimes. But he would never openly admit that.)

That's what he says. That's what he told you, more or less, when you had thrown his coat at him and pushed him out the door of the dormitory. Which he let you do because he's particularly soft towards you.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud," you tease him with a playful grin. His expressions sours even further, which earns him the action of you poking him in the forehead with one finger. "You'll get wrinkles early if you keep frowning so hard."

"Stuff it," he says heatedly as he swats your hand away. It's an action that he immediately regrets, but his body doesn't relax in the slightest.

You don't seem to mind, laughing good-naturedly, which pisses him the fuck off because you should mind. He treats you so roughly and it's unwarranted, he thinks. Katsuki knows that he's an asshole and he knows he's far from being a nice person.

You should be treated kindly. Should be hanging out with someone just as bright and sunny as you.

But at the same time, he doesn't want you to do that. It's an unreasonable possessiveness, he thinks, because you're not even his. You don't belong to anyone.

Katsuki has no idea why you still hang out with him.

You're all soft touches, kind smiles, playful quips — and he's rough around the edges. He's a horrible person and he's done fucked up shit in the past that he regrets so, so deeply and he doesn't get you. Or any of the things he feels for you.

You're more resilient than he would've ever thought — because while you were all soft and shit, you knew when to stand up for yourself and you never let yourself be pushed around. You're firm with him and handle yourself well around him. Something about you, terrifyingly enough, disarms him.

His classmates — friends, they call themselves — are also weirdly eager to be around him, just like you. They actively insert themselves into his life and include him in their playful banter.

But you hang out with him the most. Some people have commented on it, in the past. He had just replied to them with a dark glare.

"Alright, this is a good spot!"

Katsuki cocks his head to the side, brows still furrowed. "Hah? Whaddya mean?"

The two of you are standing in a fairly open space, a few ways away from the dormitories. It's a clear part of campus with several trees hanging overhead.

"Pretty, isn't it?" you say, not answering his question at all. Your gaze is directed upwards, so he follows. Golden yellows, crimson reds, vibrant oranges act as a natural ceiling. Bits of the blue sky are peeking through.

"The fuck we standing here for?" he asks, all gruff as he looks back at you.

In one smooth motion, you pull out two rakes and what the fuck.

"Where the hell were you hiding those?"

"Trade secret," is your playful response as you press a rake to his chest. He grabs it out of reflex more than anything. "Less questioning, more raking."

"Hah? What's this shit even for?"

There's a glint in your eyes as you reply.

"Raking leaves," you state the obvious and he rolls his eyes. "We're making leaf piles to jump in."

"That shit's for kids," he grumbles, unmoving as he watches you fly around the leaf-covered ground, starting up a small pile of multi-coloured leaves.

"You're basically just a big baby," you coo and his glare sharpen. You don't seem to react because you're somehow never affected. "So I don't see the problem."

"That's—" he flounders, eventually deciding on a snarl. "Listen up. I'm not fucking making fucking dumb piles of fucking leaves just so you can fucking jump into them."

"Is fuck the only swear you know?" you question. You're teasing him.

He glowers.

"This is unfortunate," you sigh dramatically. He watches you carefully as you pause, looking down at the pile of leaves at your feet with a forlorn expression. "I didn't think that the Bakugou Katsuki would be so terrified of a few leaves. Guess I need to go get someone stronger to help me out."

Katsuki knows that you're trying to get him to rake leaves. He knows that you're poking at his ego and it's ridiculous because there's absolutely no reason for him to get competitive over a few fuc- shitty leaves. It's dumb, really—

"Fuck you," he spits as he starts raking up a pile of his own at record pace. Katsuki misses the painfully soft smile on your face, more focused on making his pile bigger than yours.

For a few minutes, it's just the sound of two students romping around and the scraping of the steel rakes against the ground that fills the air. Eventually, Katsuki comes to a halt when there's no more leaves in the immediate vicinity. He considers going out further to get more leaves for his pile.

"Damn," you whistle and his chest swells a little in pride at your impressed voice. "That is a big pile of leaves. I surrender."

"Ha. Did you think you could beat me to begin with?"

You snort, hand wrapping around his wrist. He can feel the sweat forming on the palms of his hands and he thinks that, if the lightning dumbass was around, he'd be making so much fun of Katsuki for the sweaty hands.

Katsuki has a few swears lined up, but none of them manage to leave his mouth because you're tugging him along.

Straight towards his pile of leaves.

(He could probably plant his feet firmly in the ground, making all of your attempts at moving him around futile.)

(He doesn't.)

Katsuki is stumbling into the mountain of leaves along with you as you destroy all of his hard work with a jump.

He's a little worried that you'll hit your head against something and before he knows it, one of his hands are resting against the back of your head as the two of you lay down on the ground.

The smile on your face makes him feel all soft and gooey and shit inside.

"Look," you say, and he glances up at the sky briefly as per your request. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Leaves are fluttering down gently around the two of you, warm tones unique only to autumn painting the air. It really is a sight to behold, he thinks, as he looks at your content expression.

The leaves eventually settle and you take it as your cue to stand back up. Katsuki looks at the hand that had been previously cradling the back of your head before he stands up roughly a second after you.

There's a golden leaf in your hair.

Without thinking, he reaches out slowly to pluck the leaf from your hair in one, easy motion.

"..Bakugou?"

"You had a leaf in your hair," he grumbles, flicking it off to the side. "Dumbass."

"That's mean," you say, but the smile resting upon your face with darkened cheeks makes him feel like you aren't so offended. Katsuki thinks he likes the way you look when blushing. "Round two?"

"Your pile is still there," he huffs. "Whaddya mean by round two?"

"But it's small," you lament, gazing upon your small pile of leaves. It definitely pales in comparison to the tower of leaves that Katsuki had cooked up earlier. "It'll be a lot more fun if it's bigger. Let's collect all of the leaves up into one big pile."

"This is dumb," he says, lips turning upwards in a slight smile.

"But it's fun!" you beam.

"...Whatever," he breathes out, turning away brusquely to hide his growing smile.

Katsuki's chest feels warm as he shoves a small bunch of leaves into the growing leaf pile.

ˏˋ°•*⁀❄️ winter; shinsou hitoshi

"Fuck, don't go in there. Are you a dumbass?"

Hitoshi shifts slightly. "Probably."

In all honesty, Hitoshi has no idea what's going on in the horror movie that you had put on.

There's some screaming, probably some ghosts or something - was the movie a ghost movie? He couldn't remember - which was all very cool. Probably. But he's more interested in you.

His best friend. That he's fallen irrevocably in love with.

You take a sip from your mug of hot cocoa, eyes watching the laptop screen with rapt attention. There's some sort of noise that comes from the screen that draws his own attention over. A rather ghastly, pale creature shows up behind the movie's protagonist.

"I told you so," you mutter, like the protagonist could hear you.

"Damn, someone doesn't leave the house," Hitoshi comments off-handedly, referring to the unnaturally pale, spindly creature currently chasing after the main character.

That draws a snort from you. A sound that has him wanting to poke at you so he can hear it again.

"Like you're one to talk, 'Toshi."

Now that has him actually poking at your sides. He takes the hot cocoa out of your hand and sets it down on his desk before he starts jabbing his fingers into your sides.

You break down into a mess of airy giggles as you try to pry his hands off of you and he grins.

"Hey. My complexion is way better than that thing."

"I don't know," comes your drawl once he stops tickling you, gazing up at him with an impish grin. "When was the last time you left the house and touched some grass?"

"There's no grass to touch," Hitoshi says, getting off of you to gesture at his window. Outside, a flurry of white storms on. "There's a fucking snowstorm. Its been snowing like crazy the last few weeks. Any grass out there is long-gone."

"Sounds like excuses to me," you chirp, settling back into your sitting position on his bed. He can't help but note that you're a lot closer this time. If he moves as much as an inch, his legs would bump into yours.

Hitoshi counts to three to calm himself down.

His heart beats thunderously against his chest anyways.

"Oh, she's definitely dead," you say, interrupting his thoughts. He raises a brow and turns his attention to the screen of your laptop.

Sure enough, there's a gory mess of fake blood and organs and a lot of screaming from the girl.

"You don't say," he drawls as the screams die down. You smack his arm playfully.

"Hush."

"Technically, you're the one who keeps initiating conversation," he snarks.

The smile on your face grows and he allows himself to think that you're smiling at him fondly. "Smartass."

"You know it and you love it."

Silence.

Hitoshi panics. What did he say, again? He definitely said the l-word. He hadn't been thinking. What did you think? You had suddenly gone silent and-

"That, I do," is your whispered response.

His body locks up and he just stares at you, but you aren't looking at him. Your gaze is resolutely fixed on the screen, acting all nonchalant - but he catches the darkened hue of your cheeks.

He smiles softly and turns his attention over to the screen, half-watching.

The scene had moved on from the girl's death. There was some arguing amongst people in a dingy little room. The only safe room in the house, if he recalled correctly.

Something to his side shifts and then he feels a warmth pressed up against him. His reaction is immediate, head snapping over to you.

"It's cold," is all you offer for an explanation, drawing the shared blanket closer to you.

The heating system had broken down a while ago, so the two of you had opted to share a blanket. It was a large blanket — big enough for two people to share without ever having to touch the other. He figures it could probably fit three.

Hitoshi continues to stare.

"You're always warm," you clear your throat, pulling your end of the blanket up around you to hide your flushed cheeks.

"What am I, your personal heater?" he manages to joke, trying to ignore the heat creeping up the back of his neck.

"Yes," you declare simply.

He rolls his eyes fondly. Boldly, he slowly snakes an arm around your waist to pull you closer against him.

For the body heat, he clarifies to himself.

There's no protest from your end, so he assumes he's in the clear. If anything, you're snuggling up against him and fuck if it isn't the cutest thing ever. It's getting harder to resist the urge to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"We should do this more."

Your voice comes out quiet, tentative. Hitoshi licks his lips as he hums nervously.

"What, cuddling?" he says, half-joking.

"Yes," you say, completely serious.

Oh, fuck me.

"It's not annoying, is it?" you question, a bit of hesitation flickering about in your gaze.

"No," Hitoshi replies immediately, arm around your waist tightening a little. "Nah, 's fine."

The hum he hears from you is happy as you turn your attention back to the movie. The horror movie you had put on was just background noise to Hitoshi as he relaxes into you.

And if the two of you don't move from your positions long after the movie ends, well — that's only for you and him to know.

a/n: still not super comfy with how i write bakugou gAH i want to do the boy some justice bc he's got a lot going on,,, hopefully i'll get it with time

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maneulv · 1 year

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A melancholic smile plastered the boy’s face, as the rain continued to fall, and his feet remained firmly in place.

Dull, Josie McHugh

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rainyswriting · 3 years

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Animal Inside (Original Story) - Part one

wordcount: 2.7k warnings: blood, animal death, vomit, assault

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She heard the sounds of the forest, a bird chirping, raindrops hitting leaves, somewhere further away a twig snapping. Inhaling the fresh air she couldn’t help but frown when she noticed it was mixed with something else. Opening her eyes, she looked at bloody hands. It took her a moment to realize they were hers. Another one to see the dead deer in front of her. Its blood was soaking the ground beneath it. Riana let out a shaky breath, her hands starting to tremble. A drop of blood fell and hit the ground in front of her feet. She took a step back, tried to swallow down the lump in her throat, turned around and simply started running.

Branches were hitting her in the face and getting caught in her hair, the rain soaking her through. Her lungs were burning from the cold air but she didn’t stop, not even when she left the small forest and reached the street. It was late at night, in a small town, even without the rain the streets would have most likely been empty. The street lights had been turned off already and while it wasn’t pitch black, in her panicked run she tripped and nearly fell a few times.

Finally reaching her apartment she slammed the door behind her, sliding down against it. Sitting on the floor she was trying to catch her breath, now feeling the full extent of the pain in her lungs. Her heart was pounding and she heard the blood rushing in her ears, so loud, she felt like her head was going to explode. Looking at her bloodied hands again she felt like she was going to be sick. She couldn’t look at it any longer yet she couldn’t turn her gaze away either. Forcing herself to get up she somehow managed to drag her body into the bathroom, to get herself cleaned up.

She felt like she was slowly starting to calm down, but that was only until she looked into the mirror and saw the blood on her face. Only now did she notice the taste of iron on her tongue that her mind had chosen to ignore before. Her eyes grew wide and she pushed herself away from the sink. Barely reaching the toilet in time she fell on her knees before her last meal came back up. Even though her eyes were tearing up she could still see that it was mixed with blood. Had she swallowed some too? The sight made her vomit again.

Her body was shaking, she didn’t know how long she had been on the floor, she only knew that her knees hurt like hell. But so did everything else. Forcing herself to move she flushed down the contents of the toilet, trying her best not to look at it again. Turning on the faucet she closed her eyes, hoping not seeing the blood would at least help a little. Never in her life would she have thought she would one day be thankful for the taste of vomit in her mouth, but at least it overpowered the blood. Nevertheless, the thought of how it had tasted lingered in the back of her head and sent a shiver down her spine. After brushing her teeth furiously she let out a sigh of relief. The blood was gone from her hands and her face and the taste of it was mostly gone too, barely more than if she had bitten herself. She shot a longing glance towards the shower but she had to be lucky if she could somehow drag herself to bed. Still shaking she peeled her wet clothes off, leaving them on the floor, before crawling under the blankets, but as soon as she closed her eyes, all she could see was blood. Exhausted as she was, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to sleep. Not after what had happened tonight.

But what had even happened? She didn’t have the slightest clue. All she remembered was that it had been a terrible day. First she had messed up at work, had gotten screamed at by her boss. In the parking lot of her favorite grocery store someone had hit her car and left. And to top it all off the pizza she had ordered herself had arrived cold. In the end she decided to go and take a walk to get her mind off her shitty day. That was the last thing she remembered before opening her eyes and looking at her hands full of blood. She felt her stomach turn again at the thought. Just what had happened? What was going on with her? Maybe she should visit a doctor, but she wasn’t sure if they wouldn’t just tell her she was crazy.

The doctor’s visit couldn’t be avoided it seemed, as when she woke up the next morning it was with a terrible cold. She felt as if she was even more exhausted than in the evening. Who would have thought that was even possible? In addition to her cold she hadn’t gotten much sleep either. It was a surprise she had slept at all, but even when she did, she always saw the deer in her dreams. With a groan she rolled around, looking at her phone. Her alarm had just gone off, but there was no way she could drag herself to work.

A few days had gone by, Riana had recovered from her cold and was back to work, currently listening to her coworker’s rant. They were quite annoying, it didn’t help that they had been the reason for her getting trouble with her boss in the first place. Trying her best to ignore them and concentrate on her work she felt an anger flare up within her that she had never known. Lately though it seemed all too familiar and while she hadn’t gotten any answers that would help with her condition yet, she knew that this anger was often followed by waking up in a different place with no memory of what had happened. She quickly got up and excused herself, before disappearing in the company’s bathroom and locking herself in. Despite not having a clue what was going on with her, she did have a feeling she had to calm herself down, or whatever it was that happened with her whenever she lost her memory would happen again. Besides her anger, her heart was pounding with fear, which didn’t help at all, yet slowly but surely she managed to calm her racing pulse and the rage faded away. Exhausted she sat on the closed toilet seat, running a hand through her hair. A headache was approaching and she was close to tears. What was happening with her? She was so confused, and terrified, of whatever this was. She needed answers. And she needed them fast.

Later that night, while going out with some friends, she couldn’t help but have a feeling this was a terrible idea. And yet, with a drink in hand, she already felt much better. Maybe she could forget about how weird this was, at least for a few hours. Soon she was laughing and drinking like nothing ever happened or at least she tried to convince herself of that, rather than drinking because of what had happened. The peace didn’t last for long however, as one of her friends was approached by a man, who wouldn’t take no for an answer. She tried to step in, defending her friend, but the man shoved her aside and grabbed her friend’s arm. Her friend was fighting back too, but the man was much stronger and she didn’t stand a chance. When Riana tried again to get him away from her friend she hesitated for a second, feeling her anger come back. No! Not now! She scolded herself. Now was the worst time for this to be happening. Her friend needed her! She heard a growl behind her and turned around confused, but there was nobody there. No, it hadn’t come from behind her, it dawned on her. She had been the one growling. Her only hope was that the music was too loud for anybody to hear her. She had to get out of here as fast as possible, but she couldn’t possibly leave her friend behind like this!

All of a sudden she too was grabbed and for a second she thought it must have been a friend of the man bothering her friend. But whoever had grabbed her pulled her behind him, before grasping the other man’s arm. “Hey! Leave the girl alone, dipshit.” The guy turned around, obviously not too happy about the interruption. “What? What’s it to you man? There’s enough girls here, piss off. She’s mine.” “Yeah? Seems to me she has a different opinion about that.” Riana’s friend had used the distraction to get out of the man’s grip and hide behind her defender too. It seemed as if the other man had completely forgotten they were even there, he was too pissed off by a stranger seemingly ruining his evening.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Riana grabbed her friend’s hand, who still seemed a little shaken up. The girl only nodded, her face pale as a ghost. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Riana didn’t want to admit that she too wanted to get out of the bar as fast as possible. Maybe some fresh air would help her relax. “But what about...” Her friend looked at the stranger who had stepped in to help them, the two men were still arguing and it looked as if a fight would break lose any moment now. “He looks like he can handle himself, come on, I need some fresh air too.”

The cool night air did in fact help her calm down and they called a taxi to get them home, because neither of them felt like walking home right now. Once the tension was gone they were laughing and joking again, talking about what had just happened as if it had already been long ago and nearly forgotten. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened after all and it probably wouldn’t be the last either, though usually they were able to defend themselves and didn’t need any help. At least not from a man. Other women were much more likely to step in and have each other’s backs. Which probably was the main reason they were talking about their protector now, and Riana rolled her eyes when her friend mentioned how cute he had been. No matter how much danger she was in, there was always time to check out guys it seems.

The taxi stopped in front of Riana’s home and she said goodnight to her friend before it drive off once more. The driver was a woman too, so she wasn’t too worried about sending her friend on her way alone. As many times before the light in the corridor was broken and she sighed as she made her way towards the stairs with the help of her phone. She hadn’t gotten far when a noise made her stop in her tracks and the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She turned around, shining her phone’s flashlight down the hallway. “Hello? Is anybody there?” It was dead silent. Was she imagining things now? She must have still been a little paranoid from the incident at the bar.

Only once she was in her apartment and the door closed behind her did she feel a little better. Placing her purse on the kitchen counter she went to grab herself a glass of water. The thought of going to bed crossed her mind, but they had left the bar a lot earlier than planned and it wasn’t that late yet. As she sat the now empty glass down next to the sink she heard another noise behind her, sounding like footsteps. This time she was sure she wasn’t imagining it and whipped around, letting out a yelp as she saw the dark figure standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the livingroom. Quickly she grabbed a knife from the counter, fidgeting for the switch of the ceiling light which she hadn’t turned on earlier.

“Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? What do you want from me?” Maybe turning on the light had been a mistake, as she felt very vulnerable while her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, but it seemed like the stranger had the same issue. When she could finally see clear again the figure stepped out of the doorway into the light and for a moment she thought her eyes were playing a trick on her. It was the man from the bar, not the one who had attacked her friend, but the one who had stepped in and protected them. What was he doing here? And more importantly: how the hell had he gotten in here?

“Relax. I don’t mean you any harm. I’m here to help you.” “Help me? And what could you possibly help me with?” Her knuckles had turned white from grabbing the knife so tightly and whatever he was planning to do with her, she was absolutely ready to fight him to the death. He raised his hands to show her they were empty. “Put the knife away please, I’m unarmed.” “No! First you tell me what the hell you want.” He sighed, and tried to sound as harmless as he could. “As I said, I’m here to help you. You’ve had some weird things happening to you, haven’t you? I’m sure you have a lot of questions, and I have answers for you. But first you have to put down the knife.”

Riana relaxed a little but still refused to let go of the knife. “Tell me what you know and I might consider putting it away.” “I really don’t mean to harm you, I want to help you, okay?” “Says the man who broke into my home.” “Fine, I know how this looks, okay? But you need help, and I had to act fast before anybody got hurt. Though the guy at the bar kind of deserved it, if only he had known what kind of danger he was in.” “What? What are you talking about? What danger?” “You. What do you think killed the deer in the forest when you woke up with your hands full of blood?”

Mentioning the deer brought back memories she had been trying to suppress and she started feeling nauseous. Swallowing down the lump in her throat she tried to force her voice to sound steady. “How… how do you know about this?” “I’ve been watching you. Making sure nobody gets hurt.” Riana’s defenses were slowly crumbling and she lowered the knife, but not letting go of it yet. “Why would I trust you?” “What choice do you have? Sooner or later you’ll hurt somebody, maybe even somebody close to you. You have nothing to fear from me, I only want to help you. So will you please put down the knife? Then I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

Finally she did put it back on the counter, but made sure it was still in reach. It seems the man decided that was good enough for him because he too seemed to relax. “Alright. If you know so much, I want answers. Now.” “You’re very demanding for someone who has no clue what’s going on, you know that, right? What do you think happened?” “I don’t know. I only know my face and my hands were smeared with blood, I don’t remember anything that happened before that. I…” She swallowed, barely able to say the next words. “I must have killed it, somehow. But I don’t know how, or what brought me to do that. I mean, how could I have done that?” There was a pause for a few seconds, in which neither of them spoke a word. It was dead silent in the apartment, and when the man spoke once more she flinched. If it was because of his voice or the words he spoke, she wasn’t sure.

“You’re a shapeshifter.”

#rainywrites #rainyswriting #animal inside #original story #original content #romance #fantasy #dark #blood #well maybe not dark #but let's see where this goes #it's been so fucking long since I've written anything but fanfiction #so bear with me #please tell me if I've missed any warnings #I've never really done this before

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dangireadtoomuch · 2 years

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Fanfic Recs <3

hey mutuals! these are some of the fics ive been loving and felt the need to share w yall. working on updating this list as we speak, i just got too excited to share lol. this is honestly like the only thing im good at ( making lists AHAH). if yall have any fanfics u would like to see on this list, or any fics in general u want to send my way-- please feel free to do so! ｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ･:*:･ﾟ★

Euphoria

fezco x reader

power outage || creator: rainywriter

Tw: fluffy

streets. ||creator: pussypockett

tw: slight jealousy. violence. fluff(?

summary: where the reader is at the new years party and nate jacobs starts to like flirt with her and fez gets like really jealous

say goodbye again || creator: dollybarnes

tw: angst, depression, threats of gun violence, heartbreak, canon-typical drug use, very brief suicide ideation, no hea

just angst….

earn it || creator: dollybarnes

tw: 18+ content, implied one night stand, implied unprotected sex, strong language, oral sex (f receiving), public sex (almost), dirty talk

summary: smutty

oh, daddy || creator: dollybarnes

tw: *18+, detailed sexual content, d/s themes, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, light degradation, daddy kink, squirting, pussy spanking, praise, begging.

summary: more smut

jealous, babe? || creator: nexusnyx

tw: drug use

summary: fezco's not used to sharing his girl's attention. when faye arrives, he and ash think that you are going to hate the new visitor. the only problem is—you're too kind to hate someone you don't know, and when she's not causing issues, faye can be... fun. that's when you find out fezco's definitely not a fan of sharing you.

papi bones || creator: pussypockett

tw: masturbation. unprotected sex. dirty talk. very detailed blowjob.

summary: fwb

wicked games || creator: nexusnyx

tw: this is an 18+ work. minors dni. mentions of drug use, drug dealing, implied sexual content. you know—just all things euphoria-related. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or distributed anywhere.

summary: it’s just another party and just another hazy night until it’s not. until he is walking around, having talks on the couch with people and looking at you from across the room, eyeing you up and down and then smooth talking you ‘till you’re both gone.

where the reader finds out about faye and is livid and he makes it up to her. || creator: lilaalouuxx

tw: szn 2 spoilers, swearing, smut

summary: “you mind tell me why this junkie ass bitch is here! in our house! with her feet on our godamn table”

good morning || creator: fezcossnowflake

tw: nsfw, clothed ridding, fingering, language, mention of bodily fluids.

summary: this morning, you didn't text fez when you woke up and he's annoyed.

take me home || creator: fezcossnowflake

tw: none

summary: fez's struggling with the idea of not being good enough for you.

fexco!fwb || episode. 2 creator: sublimecatgalaxy

tw: angst, swearing, tears, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex

summary: fwb

multi chapter

trails and tribulations of a dealer || pt.2 creator: vyserion

tw:mentions of dealing drugs, crude language, underage use of marijuana and drinking, kissing, not edited.

summary: fez had a couple favorite clients, but by far you were at the top of his list

just friends || creator: glittersandsourcherries

tw: nudity, first time

summary: you ask fez to take your virginity

forever winter || episode. 2 episode. 3 || creator: geekingyoufix

tw:cursing, drug use, mental illness

summary: fezco meets a girl that is desperate to subdue her brain. belle has never met anyone so kind.

lucky penny || episode. 2 || creator: dollybarnes

tw: canon-typical violence, strong language, drug handling/usage, dark themes, past child-abuse, developing relationship, hurt-comfort, anxiety disorder, sexual scenes, d/s undertones.

summary: the day penelope holden walked into fezco’s life was one he’d never forget. it was a tuesday. she was wearing a cute little dress and she was looking to buy some coke. not the powder, the drink, and she wanted it in a glass bottle, not a plastic one. and she smiled wide and pretty when he ducked into the back of the freezer and procured a six-pack, ‘specially for her.

godspeed || episode. 2 || creator: nexusnyx

tw: : this is an 18+ work. minors dni. mentions of drug use, drug abuse, drug dealing, violence, implied sexual content, weapons. you know. just all things euphoria-related. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or distributed anywhere.

summary: you come back to live in the same awful town you grew up in, and as a result of your n.a. meetings, ends up friends with a high-schooler named rue. when she takes you to a party, you find there an old classmate who always had something kind to offer, and he looks even better than you remember.

rule of three || creator: dollybarnes

tw: *18+, mom!reader, jacobs!reader, surprise baby, hidden pregnancy, past-relationship, strong language.

summary: ‘hey, uh– it’s mads. maddy. maddy perez.’ the unmistakably feminine caller stumbled over her words with nerves or adrenaline, you couldn’t quite tell which. “nate gave me your number. he’s–” her voice caught. “he’s in the hospital. he got hurt. it looked bad. really bad.” she whispered.

alone with you || episode. 2 || creator: nexusnyx

tw: this is an 18+ work. minors dni. mentions of drug use, drug abuse, drug dealing, violence, implied sexual content, weapons, murder, and death. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or distributed anywhere.

summary: there’s not a lot of good in his life, but some things are just too good and some things are just not for him. you’re both of those mentioned, and fezco knows he needs to let you go ‘cause if it’s up to you, you’d stick by him.

vunerable || episode. 2 || creator: iheartlexihoward

tw: drug addiction, rue being a mess, regular euphoria type shite

summary: fez turns up at your window not wanting to talk about some “fucked up shit” that just happened, and you’re the only person he could even think of being with right now.

he just needs time || episode. 2 || creator: multifandomwhore-003

tw: mentions of drug use, season 2 spoilers.

summary: since the new arrival of an unwanted visit, things have been getting a little hostile at your boyfriend’s house.

elliot x reader

unconditionally creator: cryonme

tw: mentions of vomitting, drugs + alcohol, swearing, parental neglect, angst if you kinda squint.

summary: “can i get a fic w elliot where he promises the reader that he would stop drinking smoking and doing drugs but goes to her house wasted one night and the reader is very gentle w him so he thinks she’s messing w him and they get into a fight pls (ends in elliot apologizing to her and saying something like “i’ve just never been w someone like you) thanks!!”

drunk words are sober thoughts creator: yourstrulyalthea

tw: alcohol

summary: a night they knew they would regret turns out to be a night they needed.

fall in love with you || creator: sublimecatgalaxy

tw: swearing, drugs, and mentions of sexual activity.

summary: this is super wholesome. this one is based off a request, "elliot is into the reader and they’re best friends and reader falls asleep in his bed and he takes a picture falls off her because he thinks she looked adorable and kisses her forehead and rue catches the whole thing and teased him about it?"

#fezco euphoria #euphoria #elliot x reader #fezco x reader #fezco fanfic #elliot euphoria #euphoria recs

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just-another-busy-fangirl-writes · 5 years

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September 29, 2017

I am reposting old fic rec lists. Unfortunately some of the blogs/stories have been removed, but I am still going to list them for historical reference.

Feel free to tag me in ANY fics you post, and see previous weeks’ fic recs HERE

SMUT

‘Til Next Time by @babypieandwhiskey Reader starts a new job next door to a brewery, which Jensen just happens to be the owner of.

Stripped Bare by @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog The reader plays strip poker with Dean.

Play With Me by @docharleythegeekqueen Dean and Sam realized a long time ago they were in love with their shy hunting partner, but never thought they’d ever had a chance. Needless to say, a random accident leads the boys to a shocking truth about her and hopes that just maybe they’ll stand a chance with her after all.

Dean’s Red Shirt by @impala-dreamer There are few things more sexy than Mr. Winchester in his red flannel…except maybe him catching you in it.

Time for A Little Break by @notnaturalanahi Dean’s feelings for you are the only thing holding him to the ground, aware of it you decide to do something about it.

Barely Legal by @saxxxology It’s your eighteenth birthday, and Sam finds himself yearning to test the boundaries a little.

Overcompensation by @saxxxology After a disappointing sexual encounter, Sam makes it his mission to give you everything you deserve.

A Tongue for Atonement by @scorpiongirl1 Dean apologizes to the reader very thoroughly.

FLUFF

The Walk by @curliesallovertheplace Misha has a plan and GISHWHES is the best way to cover for the real reason that he’s walking so far.

Post-Hunt Relaxation by @supernaturallymarvellous Relaxing with Sam after a hunt while Dean slaves away in the kitchen can only be a good thing, right?

ANGST

The One With Charlie’s Herbal Tea by @boxywrites Reader gets injured after a hunt and isn’t handling it very well. Neither is Dean. Charlie tries to help but should really have brushed up on her Latin skills before doing so.

A Promise by @whispersandwhiskerburn Dean and Y/N end up hunting each other in the bunker when something goes terribly wrong on a day off from hunting.

SERIES

House of Gold by @compo67 (on AO3) The sequel to “They Met at the Photo-Op Booth.” Small-town book clerk Jared Padalecki is engaged to Hollywood actor Jensen Ackles. Life is much more complicated than planning their wedding and keeping up with each other. Telling their families, moving in together, dealing with the press, and figuring out what they want individually and as a couple–can they handle it? Lacey things and guitar strings will tell.

Hasty Decisions Part 1 and Part 2 by @katymacsupernatural The reader makes a hasty decision, changing her life drastically.

Paper Faces by rainywriter (on AO3) When Jared puts on his mask, he becomes Masquerade, male belly-dancer extraordinaire. In his real life, the unmasked one, he’s simply Jared Padalecki - cripplingly shy librarian. He’s very careful to keep the two facets of his life separate – until one Jensen Ackles comes along and seems to want both Jared Padalecki and his alter ego, Masquerade. The problem is Jensen doesn’t know they’re the same person.

#laura's fic recommendations

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just-another-busy-fangirl · 7 years

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September 29

Feel free to tag me in ANY fics you post, and see previous week’s fic recs HERE

SMUT

‘Til Next Time by @babypieandwhiskey Reader starts a new job next door to a brewery, which Jensen just happens to be the owner of.

Stripped Bare by @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog The reader plays strip poker with Dean.

Dean’s Red Shirt by @impala-dreamer There are few things more sexy than Mr. Winchester in his red flannel…except maybe him catching you in it.

Time for A Little Break by @notnaturalanahi Dean’s feelings for you are the only thing holding him to the ground, aware of it you decide to do something about it.

Barely Legal by @saxxxology It’s your eighteenth birthday, and Sam finds himself yearning to test the boundaries a little.

Overcompensation by @saxxxology After a disappointing sexual encounter, Sam makes it his mission to give you everything you deserve.

A Tongue for Atonement by @scorpiongirl1 Dean apologizes to the reader very thoroughly.

FLUFF

The Walk by @curliesallovertheplace Misha has a plan and GISHWHES is the best way to cover for the real reason that he’s walking so far.

Post-Hunt Relaxation by @supernaturallymarvellous Relaxing with Sam after a hunt while Dean slaves away in the kitchen can only be a good thing, right?

ANGST

A Promise by @whispersandwhiskerburn Dean and Y/N end up hunting each other in the bunker when something goes terribly wrong on a day off from hunting.

SERIES

House of Gold by @compo67 (on AO3) The sequel to "They Met at the Photo-Op Booth." Small-town book clerk Jared Padalecki is engaged to Hollywood actor Jensen Ackles. Life is much more complicated than planning their wedding and keeping up with each other. Telling their families, moving in together, dealing with the press, and figuring out what they want individually and as a couple--can they handle it? Lacey things and guitar strings will tell.

Hasty Decisions Part 1 and Part 2 by @katymacsupernatural The reader makes a hasty decision, changing her life drastically.

Paper Faces by rainywriter (on AO3) When Jared puts on his mask, he becomes Masquerade, male belly-dancer extraordinaire. In his real life, the unmasked one, he's simply Jared Padalecki - cripplingly shy librarian. He's very careful to keep the two facets of his life separate -- until one Jensen Ackles comes along and seems to want both Jared Padalecki and his alter ego, Masquerade. The problem is Jensen doesn't know they're the same person.

#laura's fic recommendations

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rainywainybear · 7 years

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the moment when you ask people to kick your ass so you’ll start writing because you still got a ton of requests to do and people just start requesting more...

FUCK MY LIFE

#fuck #wtf #rainywrites #also posting this here because I don't wanna offend anyone #because I'm nice like that #BUCH FUCK MY LIFE #writer problems

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rainystressed247 · 1 month

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A small rivals au that occur to me after shower

Most likely because I have been watching Frieren

- hero!techno and priest!phil embarking on a journey to defeat the entity that has begun to take over the world by hypnotising people to do its biding.

- rumour has it that there is a powerful mage that have mastery over many forbidden art and none was as strong as him.

- cue the duo trying to track down this mysterious mage

- their search led them to a quaint town in the wood in a far land. On first glance everything seems really peaceful and quiet, but something stands out as odd to them. You see, when they are trying to enter the village, they have passed by what could be described as a huge graveyard. The number of burial far exceeded what should have been a small village.

- still they try to keep their cool and ask around the village, yet to no avail.

- the villagers seem confused by the story of the great mage, as if they have never heard of such being. However, the villagers did point them to a nearby inn where they could rest up.

- frustrated by an empty lead, the duo have no choice but to stay the night, hoping that they would be able to dig out some valuable info.

- it was at the inn where they met Cornelius, the owner/attendant of the inn. Cornelius is everything a perfect host should be. They showed the duo around the inn, mentioning how the premise is really more like his personal home with how little visitor they have.

- when asked about the graveyard, Cornelius smile turns sour before they denied any knowledge of the site, only that the place radiates a sadness one could never really understand.

- as for the mysterious mage, well, Cornelius did know a thing or two, but what does it take for our heroes in return?

#rainysramble #rainywrites #if I have more idea #I might write #but not today #is it interesting enough #I have always wanted to do a mystery #plus I get to incorporate tales

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therainywriter · 3 months

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Mindless Curiosity (Fluff/Suggestive)

Pairing: Rh’auk (Yautja) x Reader

You were in a hammock of sorts, tucked within Rh’auks arms while he caressed your sides. His claws drug lightly against your flesh, shirt having ridden up from his ministrations.

You wiggled and flipped around with his help, mindful of not tipping the both of you over and onto the cold, hard forest ground.

You cuddled into his chest, closing your eyes when he resumed his gentle touches. He purred at your little nuzzles against him, heart swelling at just how sweet his ooman was.

You mindlessly reached up and touched his dreads, something you’d yet to do. You felt at the strange appendages, long between your fingers, warm and slightly rubbery.

He clicked sharply, jolting at the touch. His hand shot up to remove yours, pulling it away gently.

You frowned and looked up at him, eyes wide and confused, clouded with worry, “Did I hurt you?”

His gaze was soft, “No, you did not hurt me. Don’t fret dear one,” he responded, sharp nails now trailing along your back.

You were instantly comforted, melting once more against him in reassurance. Yet you still wondered why it had garnered such a reaction out of him.

Rh’auk was very stoic, not much could break him from his usual serious dementor. Well, aside from you of course.

You broke through every barrier his flesh held, his soul entirely bare to you. He would have it no other way,

He sighed as though he could hear the thoughts running about in your mind. “You are curious, yes?”

You nearly smiled, he knew you too well. “Mhm..” you admitted softly, leaning in your head up from against his chest to look at him.

“While they usually help my species in combat, the… sensors of sorts are pleasurable at certain times,” he’d begun, having paused his explanation to find the right words.

You grew hot at the implication, realization setting in. You should’ve known, you felt beyond embarrassed for making him explain.

“It is like when I play with yo-“you hid your face in your hands, “Okay, okay I get it!” you interrupted.

He chuckled, mandibles clicking together in amusement. “Do not get shy,” he smirked, lowering your hands from your face with his own.

“It would not make sense for you to know,” he said with a kiss to your knuckles, “we both must learn.”

Though you still felt timid, he was right.

You smiled softly and kissed his exposed chest, the muscle warm under your lips.

He hummed and hoisted you up, closer to him. His voice had lowered and eyes held a promising gaze, “You may touch them, but I can not promise to hold back.”

The mere suggestion had you flustered, and once more you felt at the appendage, smooth below your fingers.

#a quick little writing #hope you enjoy!#predator x human #predator x you #predator x reader #predator #yautja fluff #fluff #x reader #yautja x you #yautja x reader #yautja #yautja oc #oc x reader #my writing #rainywriter

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terrarain · 9 months

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caught off-guard (by you)

character(s): shinsou hitoshi, takami keigo

summary: the thing that throws them off their usual game.

notes: reader's pronouns unspecified, brainrotting kei 'n toshi

word count: 785

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂ shinsou, hitoshi.

Hitoshi is a sarcastic guy who makes it his life-goal to have a dry reply to anything anybody says to him. He's awkward at handling compliments and always thinks that there's some kind of ulterior motive. He always tries to pick out the underlying meaning in the other party's words.

So it throws him for a loop whenever he's approached by people who just take him in stride. As expected in a world where quirks influence a lot of how the world perceives you, Hitoshi grew up under a lot of scrutiny. You throw him for a loop when he realizes that you questioning him about his quirk has nothing to do with you trying to feel him out, to understand how his quirk works so you can avoid him ever using it on you.

It's... nice. Flustering and maybe a bit uncomfortable (how in the world is he supposed to reply to your earnest gaze?), but it's nice.

Even further down the line, as you guys become friends, he's still thrown off when you're genuine to him. It's weird. It's... not unwelcome. Hitoshi's unaccustomed to people trusting in him - something that U.A. makes him accustomed to. (For the most part, anyways; it's hard to get rid of lingering doubts when they're so deeply rooted in him.)

Hitoshi tries to be all slick with his words once the two of you start dating. And, you know what? For the most part, he is. As he grows older, matures, he walks along the path of reconciling with himself. Hitoshi as an adult is more confident than teenage Hitoshi. He's surrounded himself with friends who take him in stride, he has you for a lover, who never lets him forget about how amazing he is.

Still. It's trivially easy for you to get the man stumbling over himself. Praise. Any praise from you has Hitoshi's head spinning. His mind reeling. It's a sure-fire way to get him flustered because, even though he's more confident now that he's older, there's still little thoughts that poke and prod at him unpleasantly every so often. Hitoshi wears a mask of cool indifference well but you know he's a big ol' softy beneath and crumbles to you easily.

Hitoshi is awkward, when he's caught off-guard. His mask of tired indifference slips and his heart flutters whenever you tell him that he did well and you're able to catch sight of the flush painting the tips of his ears red.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂ takami, keigo.

So. Keigo. Casual and one who can go with the flow as needed - not a lot can fluster him. He's trained to keep his cool in every scenario possible. There's little to no hope of catching Keigo off-guard early on in your guys' relationship, because in the early stages? All of his walls are up. He's not letting anyone poke and prod at him for weaknesses.

For a while, you really do wonder if anything even fazes him. Is there anything that would make him bat an eye?

But, as you grow closer to him, you take notice of how much he actually speaks with his body. Words are one thing. Body language is another.

Touching comes easily to him - maybe a wing around your body to protect you from a particularly harsh wind. Maybe a warm, reassuring hand resting on your waist or shoulder. A little nuzzle of affection.

Even though he touches so casually, he's not as casual when it comes to being on the receiving end. The man is hopelessly weak to physical affection from you. It takes no time at all to get his wings flapping in excited, uncontrollable beats.

He's especially weak whenever you run your hand along his wings, tracing his feathers ever-so-gently. And he's obsessed with cuddling. He's an unexpectedly (or, perhaps, expectedly?) huge cuddle bug. Touch-starved, he gets drunk off of any moments you hold him.

When the two of you are officially together as lovers, it's hard for him to keep his hands off of you. He avoids PDA due to his job, since he doesn't want a target to get painted on your back - but behind doors, he's all over you.

Keigo doesn't really expect any of his actions to really be reciprocated. So when you do return his physical affections, he's not as slick and silver-tongued as he would like to be.

When you manage to get his guard down, Keigo is so, so vulnerable in a way that he really doesn't like to show others. His wings are a lot more active and flutter about aimlessly whenever you're returning one of his touches and he looks at you like you created the stars that are scattered about the night sky.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #takami keigo #takami keigo x reader #keigo x reader #hawks x reader #rainywriting

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therainywriter · 7 months

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Mistaken (Fluff/Suggestive)

Pairing: Rh’auk x Reader

Request: Hi, I’m a massive fan of your writing and I adore your yautja fics, but I have to ask if your consider writing something similar to the jealously fic. Like reader is jealous thinking one of the much larger women yautja are trying to court your mate, only to find out your mate is jealous cause it’s clear the woman is trying to court you instead.

Your mate was in a meeting with important members of the tribe, occupied inside the hut you sat outside of.

You weren’t sure what it was about, though you were curious now, hearing their low, muffled clicks. You smiled, recognizing Rh’auk among them.

The breeze was warm and humidity comfortable, you couldn’t help but lean your head on the tree you sat against, letting your eyes shut and mind rest.

You didn’t fight it when you began dozing off, Rh’auk would be a while anyway.

When he finally emerged from the hut, he found you where he left you, only now you were sleeping peacefully.

He was beyond fond of his precious little hooman, wanting nothing more than to scoop you up and nap the evening away.

Alas, there were things to be done, tasks he couldn’t brush aside, not even for you.

He crouch in front of you and brushed a clawed finger against your cheek, waking you gently with pets and small kisses.

You grumbled at first, so cruelly being pulled from your light slumber.

But once you saw him you grinned, arms finding their way around his neck as you pulled him into a tight embrace.

“You’re back,” you mumbled happily, nuzzling yourself closer.

His chest rumbled lowly, mandibles clicking together occasionally. Your warm greeting making his heart melt- as it does only for you, “Yes, I am back ank’te.”

He lifted you to your feet with ease, immediately missing your arms around him as you released your hold at his neck and stood with a small yawn.

“How was your meeting?” you questioned, interlacing your hand with his larger one as you began your walk back home.

He thought for a moment, “It went well. There is much to do in little time.”

You nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his arm, deciding not to push for details he didn’t wish to share.

You felt slightly aggravated when a female Yautja stopped you and Rh’auk in your walk. It was ridiculous how often they fawned over your mate, even with you clinging to his side.

She was strong and tall, bigger than Rh’auk, but still delicate in a way. Gold accents of jewelry rest upon her skin in a beautiful contrast, shimmering with each movement she made.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure at her powerful elegance. She was worthy, worthy of a male such as Rh’auk.

Her eyes were soft as she looked at you, but harder when your mate spoke their native tongue, demanding her attention.

Rh’auk seemed more territorial than aggressive towards her. He growled and snapped at her words, whatever she was saying, he really didn’t take lightly to it.

They seemed to be arguing, a part of you worried they’d begin fighting.

You flinched when she hissed, mandibles flaring before backing off. She gave you one last soft glance as she wandered elsewhere.

You looked up at him confused, “What was.. that about?”

He grumbled, “She wished to challenge me- to court you,” the words came out sharply, fading into indecipherable, sharp clicks.

Your eyes widened, oh.

“There is always one to threaten me for you. What am I to do?” he picked you up bridal style, continuing walking whilst he glanced down at your wide, surprised eyes.

“You are lucky I did not take you then and there for everyone to see mei’aki.” he huffed, making your body heat up at the mere idea.

“I thought she was trying to court you,” you said after a moment, fingers absentmindedly tracing the deep scars on his chest.

He shook his head, the sharp appendages at his jaw moving as he chittered, amused.

“She is not the only female who has sought you out ooman,” Rh’auk seemed so sour again at the idea of anyone stealing you from him.

You kissed his chest, feeling the way his hands tightened on your skin, “You’re the only one I’ll ever call my mate,” you said sweetly.

He couldn’t help but stop in his tracks and lean down to kiss you, your words meaning far more to him than you’d ever imagine.

He could only think to show you how much they meant to him.

#request #absolutely love this idea anon!!#yautja x reader #yautja x you #yautja #yautja fluff #predator x reader #predator x human #predator fluff #predator x you #predator #x reader #fluff #slightly suggestive #my writing #rainywriter #human reader

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therainywriter · 2 years

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Rh’auk (Fluff)

Pairing: Rh’auk (Yautja) x Reader

Yautja women were larger than their male counterparts, stronger too. One would be a fool not to fear them.

You weren’t that fool, but a growing sense of resentment prodded at your chest as a certain female joined in your conversation.

You knew she had no desire to talk to Dekvah, a highly respected Yautja who was standing tall to your right. No, the entirety of her attention was directed toward Rh’auk, your mate.

It wasn’t uncommon for females to seek out his attention, much to your frustration.

He was bigger than most males and rank sat right below the clan leader, an honorable recognition among predators.

He could sense your irritation. You always seemed to tense up when a woman of his species demanded his regard, which he never gave them.

His stance widened and mandibles flared slightly, he was steadily growing agitated. It deeply bothered him when you were upset, his small ooman. He only desired to please you and keep you pleased.

You watched while her eyes took him in. She stood a bit taller, looming over both males with a nearly inaudible chatter.

You recognized this behavior. From what you remember it was a subtle mating challenge, though Rh’auk and Dekvah seemed to ignore it.

By now your body was molded to his side, arms wrapped around the lower portion of his big one. You rubbed your thumb along his skin, feeling at the familiar texture as you cast you eyes down.

You so desperately wanted her leave. A bitter feeling stung your chest as you thought of her clawed hands on him.

You gasped and jumped when a loud snap erupted above you. The noise followed by a low, menacing growl. A warning.

The female quickly cowered back and slouched her frame, an attempt at looking small.

Your eyes widened and you glanced at Dekvah who had taken a step back as well, though he still stood straight.

Rh’auk’s mandibles flared again unhappily. He chittered quickly, sharply.

It didn’t take long for the female to leave, her golden eyes meeting yours for an uncomfortably long second before she withdrew.

Why’d he do that?

You looked up at him in both shock and question. He said something to Dekvah before leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours.

“Rh’auk, wh-?” you’d begun, only to be stopped by a deep rumble resonating from him.

He pulled you into his arms and nudged his head against your hair, inhaling as his tusks bit gently against your neck.

You gulped, body heating and mind suddenly aware of the other Yautja around you. Although they all, for the most part, paid no mind to your mate being so openly affectionate.

“Arhi’sa threatens you, little mate,” he said in deep, heavily accented English, random clicks working their way into the words.

You couldn’t help but feel both satisfied and a little guilty. “Well you didn’t have to bite at her,” you mumbled, resting your hands on his shoulders.

He chuckled against you and purred, relaxed after his outburst. He couldn’t just stand there and let his ooman be so aggravated, now could he?

He lifted his head and looked to your eyes, a clawed hand holding your chin carefully to look at him.

“I did what I must,” he said with a gentle and playful nip to your nose.

#predator #predator x human #predator x reader #predator x you #x reader #the predator #yautja #yautja x you #yautja x reader #rainywriter #my writing #i hope you enjoy #fluff #predator fluff #yautja fluff

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therainywriter · 2 years

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Kiss Me (Fluff)

Pairing: Fezco x Reader

You sat comfortably on Fez’s lap. Your head rested on his chest, face pressed cozily against him.

The potent odor of weed clung to the air around you as he exhaled, setting his blunt down and resuming counting pills.

You sighed and shifted, your chin now resting at his shoulder and arms around his torso. His right hand rubbed at your back for a moment before he poured out another bag of molly.

You pressed a soft kiss against his neck and fiddled with the back of his shirt. You opened your eyes when a faint rumble of thunder broke the silence. The soothing sound of pattering droplets falling soon after.

“I didn’t think it’d rain today,” you said quietly, mostly to yourself.

“Nah, wasn’t supposed to,” he said in response, his tone raspy and gentle. Your stomach twinged at the sound and you closed your eyes again.

He placed his left hand on your thigh this time, using the other to separate pills. Each caress of his thumb ran under the shirt you wore. The shirt being his, of course.

You kissed his neck again and nuzzled the exposed skin, breathing in the smell of his cologne and body wash. The scent addicting and so incredibly comforting.

“I love you, Fez,” you said to him softly, unable to get enough of him.

“Love you too, beautiful,” he replied. A small smile curved at your lips as you hummed in response.

He absentmindedly took another hit from his blunt, closing his eyes for a second as he let the smoke fill his lungs.

You sat up and placed your hands against his chest watching his hand fall and a gust of swirling gray leave his mouth.

It was almost mesmerizing the way it left his lips, his soft plump lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in, your nose brushing against his.

He put his blunt down and set his hands on your hips with a squeeze, “Need somethin’ ma?” You nodded and looked into his pretty blue eyes, lightly grabbing at the collar of his shirt.

“Kiss me,” you said, your voice nearly a whisper.

He was more than happy to abide, his lips finding yours tenderly with a slow kiss. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and playfully nipped at it.

“Let me bag up these pills an’ you can have all the kisses you want, baby.” he said, pecking your lips once more.

You silently agreed and rest your head on him as you had before, patiently waiting to have his attention all to yourself.

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terrarain · 9 months

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tenderly (in your embrace)

character(s): takami keigo (hawks)

summary: when it all starts to get to be a little too much, you're there for him, arms waiting.

notes: reader's pronouns unspecified, mostly just a comfort fic!!

word count: 1.6k

Sometimes, the quiet tapping at the glass door of your balcony would interrupt the usual silence of your apartment. You were never annoyed, however; no, how could you be? You couldn't really keep a hold on any feelings of annoyance when you glanced over your shoulder to see the playful glint of the molten gold-brown.

Typically, a few whispers are exchanged as though the two of you were teenagers secretly meeting behind your parents' backs, but nothing more. Your relationship with the hero was an odd one and certainly unconventional.

"What are we?" you ask, delicately tracing the feathers on his back. Hawks breathes out slowly, wings fluttering lightly, his own hand trailing a light path up and down your arm.

"Cuddle buddies?" he suggests with a vaguely amused tone, pressing you closer to him. A motion that causes the bed to creak quietly. Idly, you wonder if you should check for loose bolts or something in your bed frame.

"Cuddle buddies," you echo, lips twitching upwards into a slight smile. "I guess so."

Two touch-starved individuals meeting together to feel the tangible form of someone, of anyone. So that they could keep a grip on reality.

Sometimes, though, there was no glint to his eyes. Perhaps a wry grin playing at his lips to hide his exhaustion, but none of the usual mirth in his eyes.

On these nights, his body language was frighteningly easy to read. Those nights went by in silence for the most part and, rather than Hawks being the big spoon, you would take him into your arms and rub slow circles into his lower back.

You never ask questions on those nights, afraid that the quiet tranquility of your arrangement would all be shattered if you so much as exhaled a little too harshly.

Tonight was one of those nights.

Tap-tap-tap-tap.

The rhythmic tapping of the glass balcony door alerted you to Hawks's presence. It was a familiar pattern; one that you had grown accustomed to after months of sporadic visits from the winged hero.

Placing the book in your hand down onto the coffee table in front of you, your feet automatically bring you over to the door of your apartment's balcony to let him in.

All it took was one instance of eye contact. Eye bags that were deeper than usual, eyes barely lit up with a weakly flickering light, a sagging posture, and wings flapping in agitation. Not even a weak smile to keep up pretences; no, he was just... tired. Weary.

You decidedly don't say anything, instead opening your arms in invitation. The effect is immediate; the man stumbles into your arms and even though you prepared yourself for the weight, you still take a small step back due to his body collapsing into your arms.

Carefully, you nudge the balcony door closed with a foot as you listen to Hawks's slow breathing against your shoulder.

The two of you stand by your balcony door for a little longer, artificial golden warmth of a nightshade the only light during the moonless night. Even as you gently tread your fingers through his hair - knotted in some places, you observe - his body remains tensed.

With all of the gentleness in the world, you tug at Hawks a little to get him moving. He follows as you guide him to your bedroom, never once letting go of your form. Slowly, you sink into your bed with him in your arms and he curls into you.

So, so small.

Hawks was by no means tall, of course – but his presence gave him a sense of command. The way he carried himself as a hero drew attention to him and put him in control. Yet, as of this very moment, the way his hands formed fists into the fabric of your shirt, the way his usually large and showy wings were currently small nubs with only a few small feathers clinging on, he felt so small.

You tighten your hold on him just a little.

Without thinking too much, you press your lips into his hairline, one hand resting steadily the small of his back and another in his hair and slowly combing through it. The closer the hand on his back got to his wings, the tenser he got, so you kept your hand away from them and instead drew formless shapes into his lower back.

The sigh he lets out is almost inaudible and you’re sure that if the night hadn’t been dead silent, you would’ve missed it entirely. Though you had been rather awake despite the odd hours of three in the morning, you could feel sleep pinching at you and your eyes were starting to feel heavy.

“Keigo,” he whispers. You immediately awake from your sleepy haze.

A name, you realize quickly. His civilian name?

You murmur his name in response, testing it out on your tongue. “Keigo.”

It sounded nice. A part of you wondered what spurred him on – why he decided to tell you his name. A name that was hidden away from the public eye. You would be lying if you had never thought about what the pro hero’s name would be – but you never prodded him for it.

Hawks – Keigo – buries his face further into your shoulder as you speak his name in a low tone, body relaxing. His eyes are closed, from what you can see, but you have a feeling he’s not really asleep. He always had trouble falling asleep on these nights.

Distantly, you wonder if he has anybody to hold him tenderly like this. A charming rogue in the face of media, working as a hero that was too fast for anyone to follow, background shrouded in complete and utter mystery–

A hand kneads at your waist and you sigh into him.

These vulnerable moments. Something told you that he didn’t get to be vulnerable often. It wasn’t like he could really afford to when he was the number two hero; people looked to him, to the heroes, for comfort. If the heroes were to comfort the civilians, who were to comfort the heroes?

Their friends and family, presumably. Perhaps lovers. You wonder if Keigo had anybody like that in his life.

Probably not, you think, slowly and gently working your way through a knot in his hair. You didn’t keep up with hero news as frequently as you would like, but you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen Keigo interact with anybody as a close friend. You weren’t even sure if he had family that were alive.

And a lover…

“A lover?” Hawks looks at you in amusement, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Why are you asking? Are you offering, babe?”

“Just checking to make sure I’m not, like, going to wake up one day to an angry spouse shouting at me for stealing you,” you reply, ignoring his last question. “Just checking that you aren’t cheating on some secret significant other.”

His face twists at that and you wonder if it has anything to do with you telling him all about your past exes just the night before.

“I wouldn’t ever,” he murmurs resolutely. A more selfish part of you feels upset – would that mean he’d stop visiting you nightly if he ever fell in love with someone?

“Right,” is all you can say. The coffee machine whirls to a halt and you change the topic. “Want some coffee?”

At some point, Keigo’s breathing had evened out and you realize belatedly that he’s fallen asleep. With all of the fondest tenderness you can muster, you press a light and barely there kiss to his forehead before letting sleep take you as well.

The next morning, Keigo wakes up blearily, wings flapping about idly as he takes in the familiar surroundings. A room that was very much you - a room he had become fond of after a few months of nightly visits.

He sits up carefully, doing his best to not disturb you from your slumber. Lord knows you needed sleep as much as he did, with the many odd hours you spent awake and overthinking.

With a large amount of affection that surprises even him, Keigo gently traces your cheek with a thumb. He freezes when you shift a little, burying yourself further into the pillow your head was resting on, and only relaxes when you continue to snore away.

It takes everything in him to force himself out of the bed, wanting nothing but to stay in bed with you and sleep in. The slow bustle of civilians outside of your bedroom window reminds him, however, that he can't afford to do that.

"Love ya, chickadee," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead the very same way you had done to him last night before slipping out of the bed.

He reaches for a pen and sticky note nearby. You won't miss a single sticky note, he thinks, as he scribbles down a little message in neat handwriting. Keigo's about to put the note down and leave before hesitating - and quickly scribbling down one last thing. He leaves the pen and note on your bedside table before entering the world once more as the second hero Hawks.

That morning, you wake up to an empty space next to you and a little note on your bedside table. The handwriting unmistakably belongs to Keigo - and, even if you didn't recognize the handwriting, the little red bird doodled into the corner of the note was a clear indicator of who left the note there.

Thanks for the cuddles, chickadee. Wanna go out for coffee sometime? xxx-xxxx-xxxx

The empty feeling you woke up immediately fills up with tender affection as you smile amusedly to yourself, pulling out your phone to text the winged hero.

You: so, when are you free for some coffee?

#hawks #hawks x reader #takami keigo #takami keigo x reader #rainywriting #bnha x reader #keigo x reader #mha x reader

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