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stvharrngton · 8 months

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kinktober: day sixteen

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

kink: nipple play

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, tits (that’s it lol)

word count: 0.4k

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @wheel-of-hyperfixation @mooonyweasley @steveshairspray

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“Fucking hell.”

The soft material of your bra collided with the floor with a quiet thud, leaving your chest exposed and your nipples stiff. Steve had seen your chest a thousand times over but it never got old.

He reached out to cup your tits, large hands caressing the supple skin, his thumbs rubbing over the pebbled skin of your nipples. The boy was mesmerised, his eyes fixated on your chest.

You felt your cheeks heat up as Steve stared at you, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. He loved to touch, to feel the weight of your tits in his hands. He loved to lick at suck at them, lips kissing and tongue swirling over the soft skin and stiff peaks. He loved to tease and tug at your nipples, pulling the prettiest sounds from your mouth.

“You got the prettiest tits, baby.” Steve breathed, rolling your nipple between his thumb and finger, watching carefully as your expression changed to one of pleasure.

Humming in response, you keened as your eyes fluttered shut, biting your bottom lip as you felt him pinch the bud lightly. Steve only smirked at your response, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

Whilst his one hand was preoccupied, Steve leant into you, letting his tongue dart out to swirl around your other nipple. A whimper tumbled from your lips as you pushed your chest outward, leaning into Steve’s touch.

You felt your arousal begin to poole in your panties, Steve’s soft touch and wet tongue sending shivers down your spine. The boy began to tug harder, pinching and pulling on your nipple causing a yelp to rumble in your throat. His lips sucked more firmly.

“Oh, honey,” he cooed, replying to the moan that escaped you, “does that feel good? You like when I play with your perfect tits, hm?”

“Yeah, yes,” you winced, as he never let up, fingers still pulling on one of your nipples, “I love it, Stevie, love it so much.”

Steve hummed in reply, satisfied with your answer. He resorted now to squeezing the soft flesh in his hands, groping and teasing you. He let his tongue linger still though, licking all over and taking the pert bud in his mouth once more. He bit down with his teeth, causing you to cry out, your hands flying to the boy’s hair, tugging on his tresses.

He hushed you, his tongue soothing your pebbled skin as he held you at your waist, thumb rubbing over your exposed skin. “Sorry, baby, fuck. Just can’t get enough of ‘em. Bet I could make you cum just like this.”

Steve smirked up at you and you could only roll your eyes, never one to deny him from a challenge.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #kinktober2023 #k.fic #this sucks so bad i’m sorry

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mediumgayitalian · 2 months

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The crooked, creaky door of the cluttered infirmary storage room pushes open and slams shut in the span of a second, just barely allowing someone to dart through. Nico jumps, banging his head on the shelf he’s hiding under, chomping full force on his lip to bite back a shout. The shadows, on lucky reflex, bend around him and shroud his face. The rest of him he tucks further into the forgotten corner between two filing cabinets, holding his breath.

Under the unflattering light of the single swinging lightbulb, Will looks dull.

A thin headband attempts to hold back his frizzy hair, although it does very little. Curls stick out oddly and many shorter hairs are plastered to his temples and the back of his neck. His skin is unusually lacklustre, even pale, except for the high flush around his cheekbones. The bruising under his eyes rivals Nico’s. He has been wearing the same scrubs for the last two days.

With one last look at the closed door, nothing but garbled voices filtering through the heavy wood, he slumps. He drops his face into his chapped and bleeding hands, heels pressed into his eyes, and holds them there for ten seconds, twenty. Slowly, with trembles so minute they are at first glance unnoticeable, his shoulders begin to shake. The long fingers flexed and tensed around his forehead curl tightly, and he twitches, whole body trembling, teeth sunk hard into his bottom lip to stop his chin from quivering.

It does not work.

The first sob is quiet. He catches it quickly, forcing it back down, breathing heavily through his nose and out his mouth to beat it back. The second follows quickly, though, and it’s harder to choke down. When his face crumples, his resolve goes with it, and his knees hit the floor, sharp crack swallowed by the stillness of the room. He curls forward until his nose nearly hits his knees, hands sliding through his hair and over his ears and settling finally clutching together in the dip of his chest, bouncing with every heave of his chest. It’s quiet, his crying, enough that every dropped tear can be heard as it hits the dusty floor. The only time his sobs are ever audible is when he opens his mouth, trying desperately to soak up enough air to catch himself, to carry himself through.

Mute horror holds Nico’s tongue hostage.

He’d escaped in here the second Will had been called away this morning, dragged for the umpteenth time to handle a crashing patient or a complicated hymn or to soothe someone’s nerves. For the past two days he’s been doing his best to monitor Nico and a handful of other front liners who’d exhausted themselves in battle, but his focus has been split and the infirmary has been crowded. Whenever he runs off to put out whatever fire had cropped up — sometimes literally — the whispers start, the glances, the skin crawling up Nico’s back. Nico can hardly tell anymore what’s the shadows and what’s the people around him, watching him out of the corners of their eyes like they’re waiting for him to bust out a scythe and a black hooded cloak and start reaping.

The storage room is supposed to be an escape. Out of the way and forgotten as it is, it is supposed to be the place he can hide for an hour, escape the heavy gaze of the rest of the camp, collect himself before braving it all again.

Clearly, though, he’s not the only one who thinks so.

There’s something disorienting about seeing Will Solace cry. In the few times Nico has spoken with him during his visits to camp, he’s been a barely-contained explosion of energy, whether talking Nico’s ear off with updates about people he barely knows and references he hardly understands or cussing him out for overextending himself. He’s used — as much as he can be to someone he’s only beginning to really get to know — to his wildly flailing hands and widely playful grin, his loud drawling voice, his painful, constant brightness.

His hands, now, clench until they’re bloodless, trembling. There is no hint of his wide smile or twinkling eyes, because his face is hidden by all the hair that his given up on the pretence of the hairband, and the only sound from him are his gasping breaths and swallowed-back sobs. Nico watches him because he cannot look away. He flinches because every cry, every rough, scraping inhale, sounds like shattering rock, like an iceberg breaking off a glacier.

A quiet beeping startles them both.

For a stretch of time Will is motionless. The beeping continues, steady and soft, bouncing off the cluttered shelves and fading before they echo. After the third round — and Nico counts, if anything for something to do besides watch the chafed skin on Will’s hands crack and bleed with every flex — he drags himself upright, nails drawing lines in the thick dust of the floorboards, and rests back on his heels. He breathes for a moment, shuddering, hands pressed flat to his face; in, beep, beep, beep; out, beep, beep, beep. None of his breaths are ever steady, but he wastes no more time, swiping under his eyes and pinching his cheeks to restore his face to some of its usual colour. He grips onto each board of the shelf to his right as he yanks himself upwards, hand over hand, until he’s stretched, finally, to stand, although there remains a slouch to his broad shoulders.

The beeping continues, emanating from the watch on his left hand, growing softer or louder as he trails his fingers over the shelves from one end to the other, from the first, the second, the third. He pauses finally on a collection of bottles, turning them carefully to read the labels, then tucks them each gently into his already bulging pockets until he is left with what he must carry between his fingers.

The shadows bend to cover Nico again as Will turns, unknowingly facing him, and pulls himself suddenly straight-backed, chin set high, shoulders squared. He smiles, wide, fractured, squinting his eyes deliberately. The beeping stops. He breathes, in, smile, out, nod, and turns, striding, back to the door, opening it with flourish and swiping the dust off his clothes.

“Found them! Sorry it took so long, I really had to look —”

The door swings shut behind him, cutting off the rest of his sentence.

Nico stares at it with bile churning in his too-empty stomach.

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art by the incredible @clingonlikeclingwrap

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rustyreveries · 3 days

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i don’t care about any of the terrible things he’s done i want that man warm & cozy NOW

#i see everybody wanting to bully tf out of shake and yeah he deserves that but i wanna pamper him so bad. i need to spoil him #i’m gonna inflate his ego so much he thinks he’s god #athf #aqua teen hunger force #master shake #athf fanart #athf shake #athf master shake #adult swim #> rust’s art <#i forgot to give him his other hand so pretend he's jacking off under the blanket or something idfk #also i suck at perspective i am so sorry 😔

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fujii-draws · 2 months

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OKAY! Chatot rant in tags below! Read at your own discretion.

#okay starting from the beginning of where ppl usually dislike him. apple woods chapter.#he doesn’t give hero/partner the CHANCE to explain themselves despite them being relatively good recruits up until that point.#and that legit might be my only gripe with that chapter bc!!! stories need conflict! I LIKE the conflict in apple woods!!!#hero and partner being punished so something they didn’t do!#the misunderstanding! how team skull (Skuntank) actually outplays the main duo with a clever yet rotten trick. I LOVE that it segways into-#one of the more sweeter scenes of guild members looking out for eachother. I LIKE APPLE WOODS CONFLICT.#but chatot just. not giving them a chance. is so dumb.#I’d personally fix this by having a lil montage of hero/partner fucking up on jobs. A LOT. and chatot giving them a pass every time.#and let the perfect apple incident BE the one where he puts his foot down and doesn’t listen to them. bc he’d given them loads of chances.#and doesn’t want to hear any excuse.#but yeah. I legit dont mind him during that chapter except for that really stupid and frustrating moment.#NOW. CHAPTER 17.#UGGGGHHH WHERE DO I BEGIN #Him not believing hero and Partner about Grovyle and the future being in ruin? FINE. ACTUALLY GOOD. BC CHATOT WOULD BE SKEPTIC.#IT FITS HIS CHARACTER!!#BUT WHAT DOES SUCK. IS HIM GOING ‘Dusknoir isn’t the bad guy. he didn’t do anything wrong’#WHEN HE LITERALLY KIDNAPPED HERO AND PARTNER RIGHT I N F R O N T OF HIM.#(NO LITERALLY. HIS CHARACTER IS IN THE FRONT ROW WHEN IT HAPPENED.)#and him. having the GALL to tell hero and partner they must’ve been ‘seeing things’ and downplaying the HELL they went through.#despite them being missing for hours/days. his own guild recruits. and his angry sprite showing up.#like. I think that’s when I genuinely despised him.#that and him going ‘OH I BELIEVED YOU THE WHOLE TIME HEEHOO :)’ shit was so fucking annoying.#just playing it off as a joke the second the guild started to believe hero and partner.#IMAGINE IF HE W A S ACTUALLY TESTING THE GUILD’S TRUST. SHOWCASING HIM AS THE MORE RESPONSIBLE AND RESPECTFUL RIGHT HAND OF THE GUILD.#and yes. Brine cave he saves hero and partner. but at that point I just didn’t care anymore.#he fucked those two over so much. that I didn’t care what ‘valiant’ sacrifice he had.#and he grills Team Skull for what they did OFF SCREEN. they couldn’t even give us THAT.#<<< THAT or him outright saying sorry would’ve been nice. IKIK his ‘actions’ or whatever but.#eughh again this is all imo. I’m not trying to make people hate him or change their mind.#I’ll get into positives in the second post cause I’m running out of tags

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concreteburialplot · 8 months

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Anything Else?

Summary: Headcanons of Nicholas taking care of sick reader

A/N: I’m really fucking sick & i can’t stop thinking about it, so here we are.

Disclaimer: I’ve never really written headcanons in a structured way like this so idk sorry if they suck lol also i wrote so much who’s surprised

Other work masterlists: virality // intertwined

- Nick can tell when you’re getting sick before you do - maybe it’s a little extra sniffle in the morning or an extra subtle rasp in your voice before you take your first sip of coffee - but he knows

- He pretends to believe you, in your firm stance that you’re fine, but secretly tries to locate any medicine that may be needed

- You don’t even need to speak the next day for him to know he was was right - just the way your shivering body clung on to his warm one the next morning was enough

- He silences all your alarms and screens all your calls so that you can rest.

- Even if he’s got errands to run, sketches to draw, or plans with the boys, he cancels all of them for you - he doesn’t let you know that though

- The only time he does leave your side is to pick some mystery supplies & more medicine

- He stumbles through the door carrying a million grocery bags & quickly but clumsily kicks the front door closed to make sure the cats don’t escape

- He feels guilty for taking so long but the depleted half smile on your face when he brings you some gifts eases his worry

- He hands you a stuffie he found at the store that looks like one of your cats, your favorite flavor gatorade, and of course a giant bottle of water

- “Now I gotta go do something in the kitchen, but can I get you anything else first?” He insists

- He goes into the kitchen just to turn right back around to you

- “I forgot! I got this little bell at the store, if you need anything, just ring it okay?”

- You shake your head & cough, “You’re ridiculous.”

- He places a kiss on your burning hot forehead, “The only thing ridiculous around here is how you haven’t taken your meds yet.” And waves a strict finger at you

- You don’t realize that you dozed off until you sense each of your cats nuzzling into your sides then cooing when Nick enters with a breakfast-in-bed tray & a giant bowl of soup

- “It’s a family recipe, I grew up eating it when I got sick.” He shifts back & forth on his heels like he’s anxious. “I’ve never made it for anyone before … and I didn’t let it boil long enough, so if it’s not good I’m so-“

- You shush him and thank him with a big smile

- The soup is warm, savory and comforting - exactly what you needed. Even in your sickly state, you give him a little food-happy dance with a closed-eyed smile

- He beams at your response and you can tell how much he loves feeling needed

- “Anything else I can get you my love, before I go clean up?”

- You tell him you’d love not to eat alone, so that he brings a bowl of soup for himself and you spend the rest of the night watching your comfort show with your boyfriend and your cats 💕

#FLUFF????#who am i #sorry if this is lame #i’m really sick lol #also i’m very sick so sorry if my writing sucks 🥲#i mean it sucks normally but like ya know #nicholas ruffilo headcanons #bad omens headcanons #nick ruffilo x reader #nick ruffilo headcanons #nicholas ruffilo rpf #nicholas ruffilo fic #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #nick ruffilo fanfic

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rooolt · 1 year

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Fucking ENOUGH “normal is actually the chosen one bc of the fucked up oak family” bullshit. Normal is actually the chosen one because normal chose to care

#Actually sick of it #Sorry I hate “normal is actually larks kid” theories and posts 1) you’re not the first person to say that 2) it’s bad and sucks #I just will be so angry if it’s canon it’s so dumb it adds nothing #I’m okay with the ambiguity I don’t want confirmation #Also I hate the idea that normal has to be the “chosen one” to save the world #It’s stupid and dumb who chose him #(I think there is some fandom bias of normal and this people are more inclined to make him the most “main character” by insisting he’s the #Chosen one but it’s soooooo much more interesting if he actually isn’t. You people hate complicated situations in stories)#N e ways I’m average and regular and have normal feeling abt this podcast #dndads #dungeons and daddies #sofie bikes is the realest chosen one “motherfucker I’m here” bring that energy to dndads

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rosesofenvy · 6 months

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Golden Future AU Arc 2 Chapter 5 Sneak Peek!

Chapter will be posted Friday 12/08

Collab with @sha-biest - check out the #goldenfuture tag for more content!

#rottmnt #rottmntfanfic #goldenfutureau #goldenfuture #sbrecollab #rottmnt bishop #I’m not lying when I say this was one of my favorite chapters to write #I can’t wait to post it Friday #sorry this is going up so late #today was really really long and sucked really really bad

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shibaraki · 11 months

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STATUS UPDATES: GOING INTO 2024

2023 has been rough for me in all manner of ways but I will say it has been very fruitful with regards to my writing. I managed surpass my goal of 100k words, reaching an unfathomable 150k at present, and I’ve even managed to hit a big milestone when it comes to my following! I’m extremely grateful to all my readers, both those that have stuck with me and those who are new, and I wish I had adequate words to really express that. but going into 2024 I will likely be writing less frequently than I did this year. this is due to my own health, and a multitude of other problems that I can no longer keep on the back burner.

plenty of you have seen mentions of hospital visits and procedures on my blog, and while I’m not very comfortable oversharing about medical stuff I do want to be transparent about the fact that I will be posting fics less because of it. I’ve been in and out of semi hiatus for the better part of 4 months but I was always awful at sticking to it. next year I want to actually give myself grace, and take care of my body.

please do not fear!!! this resolution actually aligns perfectly with my writing goals for 2024. I want to focus on lengthening my word counts. I’d love to post fewer fics, but to have said fics be 25 to 50k respectively, rather than to post a lot of 1 to 15k fics. mostly I want to work on my own impatience when it comes to writing, and berate myself less for what I think I should be doing writing-wise. I will still be around on here, and I always want to talk with you guys (and read whenever the mood strikes!!), the biggest difference is I’ll have longer projects, and you’ll have to wait for them (though if I’m honest I will likely still post a shorter fic here and there lol).

I appreciate the patience a lot of you have already shown me this year, what with my random breaks and gaps between posting. you have all been so so kind and generous with your praise and I wouldn’t be here, writing and sharing, without that support. I love you all and wish you well going into the new year!!!!!

edited: 18/12/23

#prev tags from original post ->#if you’ve sent me an ask I’m sorry I haven’t answered yet #I am very bad at taking breaks like idk how to chill so here’s hoping this helps LMAO #how many reminders can I fit in my tags #remember to drink water and take your medication and eat when you’re hungry #remember to open your curtains and let air into your space and go outside sometimes if u can #remember to take breaks from ur screen and roll your wrists! especially if you work at a desk #stop sucking in your stomach it’s bad for you and your stomach is hot anyway why lie #remember your friends love you and keep you around bc they love you and not bc of what you do for them #nobody is mad at you and I’m happy you’re here #ok that’s all the ones off the top of my head #I’m the creature on ur shoulder whispering all this to you

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ask-princessandromeda · 3 days

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did I mention that he and a lot of my classmates like making r@pe 'jokes'

Also these 2 girls like randomly screaming KYS

I fucking hate my 3rd period

Ethan:

Ethan: Did I mention that I have a knife that I use especially on bigots?

Silena: Did I mention that I eat such people next to my breakfast croissants?

Alabaster: SILEEENNAA! You understood the assignment! Now, who wants to have some fun, hm? *devilish smile*

Luke: I’m so proud of my children. *wipes a single tear* Go on kids, kill some assholes.

#[real talk #That sucks so bad. I’m sorry for you Liz.]#ask princess andromeda #titan army #pjo #pjo ask blog #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson

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zappedbyzabka · 4 months

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👔👔👔👔

#🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ me. im gone #officer haddix #ralph macchio #nsft tags. nsft tags warning Im sorry but like #The only way I rest easy is knowing that he’s 1000% had his dick sucked at one point and hopefully balls too. I’m just being real.#It’s a real fuckin shame that he didn’t pay a blonde to ride him in the back room of a grimy club while he let his dirty mouth run #about loving pussy and ass and how he’ll put his piece in both if he’s allowed.#And come on. babydoll. Let him put it in your mouth again after all that too.#He kissed you after you gave him a suck the first time. didn’t he? See it isn’t so bad to taste yourself.

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elendsessor · 18 days

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mainline truly peaked with nocturne, an insanely artsy, cinematic game that illustrates a cautionary tale of morality and the importance of free will in a parable-like plot structure. hresvelgr’s beautiful exchange when asking for a bead is one example of nocturne’s extraordinary dialogue.

#you suck #you suck you suck you suck #i feel bad :( i��m sorry that the bead was so important that they lost their mind when denied #shantien rambles #smt #smt nocturne

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fushigurro · 8 months

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i need to feel a dick twitch in my mouth 😔

#rambles.#I MISS SUCKING DICK SO BAD #IF I DON’T SWALLOW SOMEBODY’S NUT WITHIN THE NEXT 5 MINS I’M GONNA LOSE IT #………..*clears throat* sorry haha got a little carried away there 😃

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theloveinc · 1 year

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barbarian!bakugo + buying apples. you’ll notice I didn’t put any work into this making it more … fantasy-like. And that’s bc… I still couldn’t figure out how😞

(warning: misogyny, you are described as a maiden / dress wearing, you have a pa, world building sucks, bakugo … doesn’t talk)

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Being the only maiden on one of barbarian!Bakugo’s cross country journeys. I’m not sure yet how or why you’re there, but I’d say he’s traveling and one of his fellow clansmen took you as a prize, or maybe you just hitched a ride on their cart yourself.

But they stop in a small village one day, parking their horses at the edge of a town square of cobblestone and brick, merchant booths surrounding the small shops: of butchers and farmers and fishermen and traders, all rowdy and beaming as they show off their wares.

The men split up (the one with green hair in a leather vest declaring he needs a blacksmith, the lanky one with dark bangs in the direction of new snare wire), though the bulky blonde one (the one in thick furs and pelts who’s never really spoken to you) stays around, picking at the shiny, pink apples of a booth quite close to where the cart you sit on in boredom is parked.

“Five gold for a sack, sir” the man behind the creaky, wooden stand says. He’s stout, thin-haired and wrinkly, all his years in the sun selling fruit showing proudly on his tanned skin. He gestures to the wide array of fruits, each like a piece of candy he wants to show off.

Bakugo (you think his name his, or rather, that’s how he was introduced to you by the redhead with unnaturally sharp teeth, biggest of the group) glances up, frown thin and tense and blood red eyes narrowed. His shoulders shift, the muscles of his exposed stomach rippling as he breathes, the smooth skin of his forehead pinching as if he’s calculating a sale just as he would any other battle or raid.

The sign next to both the men clearly states that apples are two gold a sack. Pears are three, plums are one. “But I’ll give you a deal for four gold,” the man continues.

The blonde ponders, inspecting the apples diligently as if they could be poison, or a waste of a trade. His eyes narrow slightly, lips pursing, and you realize, in his reaching for coin, the intuition he so usually takes pride in (saving the men once from a brutal hound attack, and you, too, another time when a swamp dweller caught the hem of your trousers) is not there… and that they don’t use the same alphabet. Maybe he can’t even… read.

“For two gold,” you call.

Both parties look to you. One set of eyes in an suspicious glare, the other in a tart and angry bitterness. The merchant’s leathery face sinks into a melted frown, his fists clenching as your own hand shields your eyes from the bright sun and hides a protective squint.

“Didn’t your pa ever tell you not to meddle in grown men’s business?” he half-shouts back, the laugh in his voice now tangled with a snarl, downright and plain rude.

“The sign says two,” swinging off your seat, you smooth down your simple frock as you point to the wooden board stained with charcoal that’s hung up next to him. “One sack of apples for two gold.”

Bakugo’s eyebrows raise for the briefest of seconds, then fall in another glare as his hand drops from where he holds his coin (in small, canvas bag tied to his belt with thin, leather cord. It sags against his hip, his pants dipping and uncovering a v-line that descends further into a region you’ve only seen once; at a bathing river in the hills, the bare curve and marks of your own hips exposed—)

“Don’t know where you picked up letters, missy,” the merchant scoffs. “Reading is men’s work.”

You approach the barbarian’s side, his head (messy with hair) tilted towards you as he watches on in silence. From the pocket of your dress, you take out two gold of your own and flick them on the table before you.

“My pa taught me how.”

Then you take Bakugo’s hand (thick and rough and hard to hold) in one of yours and march right back to the horses and cart. Bag of sweet, pink apples in the other.