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#i really wish I could leave this massive boy in the car with me because it makes me feel safe
borderline-sanity · 2 years
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Get in loser. In the back. Because Piplup has eternal shotgun.
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montrealmadison · 4 months
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in your palace warm, mighty king
okay i’ve recently found myself on angel tree tiktok. if you’re unfamiliar with the concept, basically, some stores will put out a tree around the holidays with gift tags for anonymous local kids, and people coming in to do their own shopping can take a tag off the tree and buy kids gifts off their wishlists for the store to pass off to them. (the linked video shows it in action!)
anyway this got me thinking about jack zimmermann at the beginning of his career. he has been fabulously wealthy and privileged for his whole life, but he’s only recently started earning a massive salary of his own and has no real idea of what to spend it on. he’s comfortable. he has a car and a nice apartment and an engagement ring hidden somewhere in said apartment. he knows he should probably donate to a worthwhile cause, but he hasn’t figured out what.
one day, though, bitty’s visiting for the weekend and comes to the store with him, and right there in the entryway, he just… stops. jack doesn’t notice and consequently almost runs him over with the cart.
“you alright? careful, eh?”
bitty does not respond, because he’s looking at the tree.
“bud?”
jack follows his gaze. it really doesn’t look like much. it’s fake, unlit, and has seen better days if the way it’s a little flattened on one side is anything to go by. there is an equally squashed-looking stuffed snowman sat on the floor next to it. it’s the kind of thing your eyes slide over easily, hurrying from one place to another. blink and you’ll miss it.
bitty isn’t blinking.
“lord, i haven’t seen one of these in years,” he says. his voice is soft. he still isn’t looking at jack. “do you know what it is?”
jack doesn’t, so bitty explains. and when they inch closer, jack sees that all the ornaments he thought were plain paper before are actually printed with ages, shoe sizes, requests for warm coats and toys and cute jeans and deodorant. here and there is a specific wish—a bluetooth speaker. a particular board game. one kid, age eight, is fervently hoping for a bike.
and—okay. here’s the thing. they’ve been together for more than a year, and bitty is pretty willing to go along with jack’s desire to spoil him. but although he’s so open and accepting when jack wants to kiss him, or cook dinner for a change, or lay him out on their bed and make him feel good—he will always, always get uncomfortable where significant amounts of money are involved. it was the subject of the one and only fight that sent them to bed still heated. the fundamental difference between their upbringings is the hardest for them to grasp: jack has never known a life without plenty. and bitty—
“i think my parents put me on one,” bitty says. “the year we moved back to madison, after—”
the closet looms between them, black and yawning.
“well. you know. coach had to leave a good job in lawrenceville. took us a while to get back on our feet, i think. and that year, they couldn’t—i mean, i heard them talking at night about how we might not be able to make christmas work, when they thought i couldn’t hear them. but i still wrote my letter to santa, and there were a couple presents when i woke up christmas morning, so.” he scuffs one shoe on the industrial carpet. “maybe an angel sent ‘em.”
the words make something sizzle down jack’s spine and settle low in his gut. he steps forward, reaches out, turns over the nearest tag.
boy, age 11. shoe size: 8. wishlist: sneakers, earbuds, basketball, patriots merch, chapter books. loves fantasy and mythology.
once upon a time, jack spent three months in a rehab center designed specifically for the privacy needs of celebrity clients. his parents footed the bill, had the windows on all their cars tinted for him to hide behind when he got out. at the same time, thousands of miles away, bitty sat at the top of the stairs in his parents’ house and listened to them wonder if they could afford to keep the magic of christmas alive another year.
people are stepping around them to get out of the cold, now, their eyes skipping right over the tree and the boys in front of it. once upon a time, strangers on the street picked apart jack’s overdose like a piece of tabloid gossip. strangers on the street made sure a thirteen-year-old kid had something to unwrap with his family on christmas morning.
“bits?”
bitty sniffles, swipes at one eye with the sleeve of his sweater. “yeah?”
jack lifts the tag gently off its branch, catches bitty’s gaze. bitty’s intake of breath is so sharp it’s audible over the music playing overhead. do you see what i see?
“what do you think? wanna go get us another cart?”
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breedingsblog · 10 months
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Also, idk if you guys know this but i'm in a sorority and i just cropped one of my letter shirts into a crop top that doesn't even cover my big titties and a really short skirt and i wanted to write a fake lil story of how i wish life was with it :)
all characters are at least 18
and yes i know not to smoke pregnant
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Meygan looked in the mirror as she was getting ready to go out. She had one of her tshirts from her sorority Zeta Tau Alpha on it was just above her tits. She put on a micro skirt that barely cover her round ass, white 6 inch heels, and her blue heart sunglasses. Her makeup was done to perfection. Her pregnant belly was perfection too.
She walked downstairs to say bye to her parents and of course get grilled by their questions.
"Where are you going?" asked Meygan's mom brittany, Her own massive titties barely hidden by her bright pink apron and her round ass hiding a bright pink g string.
"I'm going to a party mommy." Sighed Meygan. Her mom was such a stupid bimbo slut sometimes. Meygan giggled, guess the apple didn't fall so far from tree...
"Not dressed like that you're not." Chimed in Meygan's dad Micheal. "You know the rules, all 5 tattoos showing." Meygan had a tattoo on each of her upper thighs, two on each side of her ribs, and one at the top of her enormous boobs.
"Daaadddyy the are showing" Meygan whined pushing out her titties.
"Fine but you know if anybody asks you have to take off your clothes if they think you're not showing enough skin. We got you those tattoos so you'd always know where to show because you were too stupid to remember."
"Thank you daddy" Meygan said as she turned back to her bimbo mom, who was stroking her own massive bump.
"You don't even look high honey." Her mom complained as she took another edible. "You know that they did that study that showed how much weed helps pregnant women and girls. You know you have to or you can get in trouble."
"I am high mommy! I have been all day." Meygan started to whine, but then realized what she could do instead. "But you're right mommy, I should take more" she said popping an edible as well. "Maybe 2 just in case." The stupid bimbo girl said taking several more.
"That's a good girl." Meygan's dad nodded. "When are you leaving to your little fuckfest angel?"
"As soon as one of the boys come pick me up. Hopefully there's at least 2 or 3 so I can stay entertained in the car."
"I'm sure plenty of boys can't wait to breed you baby. Have fun and and remember - no protection."
"Yes daddy, no protection, it's all i've been told for years." Meygan kissed her parents, giggling her mom and her matching bellies brushing against each other, then started to walk out to the car of 5 men in the driveway. "Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!
She gets in the car and is greeted by the boys immediately groping her and playing with her bump.
"Hi boyyysss! I missed you and all your big cocks!!" Meygan was absolutely elated to see some extra big cocks in front of her"
"Hi princess" Said one of the boys. "About time we get an update on that pretty belly of yours."
"Oh stupid me" giggled meygan. "Right now i'm 8 months with 7, but doctors are pretty sure i'll be a little late and get quite a bit bigger.."
"Aww, I'm sorry to hear about the small numbers babygirl. I was hoping to have at least a football team in your womb by now, especially with all the fertility drugs we've been putting in your drinks." A bunch of the boys laughed.
"You have??? Ohh thank you thank you thank youuu!" Meygan couldn't believe it! She can't wait to see who's gonna knock her up soo much bigger soon.
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Can you do the mob boys reacting to their teenage daughter sneaking out the house/ rebelling?
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Mob! Leo
He knows a little about rebelling so he's not totally surprised when he catches his teen daughter sneaking out
but he appreciates guts more than anything
and it was a pretty ballsy move for his kid to defy him like this
she thinks she's being so slick as well, waiting for him to go to bed and creeping out
"And what plans do you have at this time of night? He better be worth the grounding you're about to get"
aannddd she knows she's done for
but she's gotta try, y'know?
with the most innocent look and a sweet as pie voice she turns to him like:
"Daddy, I'm just going out to see a movie with Claire. You remember her, right? No boys or alcohol, just a movie"
he's not fooled
"Oh really, open your bag then?"
time to drop the act
"fine. How long am I grounded for? "
he tells her it's forever but she knows it'll be like a week as per usual
stomps back up the stairs muttering about how she can't wait to move out at 18
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Mob! Raph
ok but he's such a big softy
like his daughter could get away with murder, both figuratively and literally.
but he doesn't like her doing anything that could her hurt, like walking around the streets of New York late at night....
he catches her shimmying down a drainpipe out her bedroom window
she's super slow at it so he just goes downstairs and waits for her
"I told you no"
she half jumps out of her skin
she really didn't think he'd know she was doing this
"But dad!"
"I said no, it's 11:30 at night, I don't want you out at this time"
"I'm just going to a friend's house, please? Her dad's picking me up and everything, he'll drop me back too!"
puppy dog eyes galore
he thinks about it for a minute
"I'll drop you off. And pick you up. And if you aren't there, I'm sending your body guards out for you and they will embarrass you in front of your friends. I'll make sure of that"
"Thank you, daddy!"
big hugs
he makes the guards embarrass her anyways as punishment
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Mob! Mikey
Oh god he's such a wild card as a parent
but also such a massive push over as a parent
like his kids really aren't used to being told "no"
but when he says "no" he fucking means it
so when he catches his daughter with a bottle of raspberry vodka in one hand and his car keys in the other... shit is about to hit the fan
she hears it before she even realises what's happened
the bottle of vodka smashing on the floor
then there's what he says
because Mikey doesn't yell, he actually gets real quiet when he's angry
"Is this what I fucking get? for raising you, caring for you, protecting you? this blatant disregard for my rules and wishes? Who are you sneaking out to see? Because I fucking swear that if it's the boy you've been making eyes at all semester, he won't make it to school on Monday or ever again. Do you understand?"
he sort of realises he fucked up once she starts balling her eyes out and shaking
after that he clams down and they go back inside for some daddy/daughter rebuilding trust.
she's fine the next day but never sneaks out again
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Mob! Donnie
one dad you do not want to fuck with
he plays the long game
he see's her sneak out, and follows
obvs he's super discreet and she thinks she's gotten away with it
until her and her friends are drinking and partying and dancing, until they feel comfortable...
then he strikes
armed guards knock down the door, guns pointed in everyone's faces
there's a bit of a scuffle (drunk "hero" teenage boy trying to show he's a big shot) but he gets knocked out pretty quickly
then Donnie appears
he grabs her by the hair, pulling her face close to his and hissing that it's time for them to leave
in the car on the way back, he's eerily calm
she's trying to do damage control, lot's of "i'm sorry" and "it'll never happen again"
"Oh, I know it won't"
she's confused
"I don't want bad influences on my daughter. so you're going to a private school and I've been assured, it's very strict. Your friends are all going to fail their classes and get kicked out of school and they will be made to know it's your fault and I expect a 5000 word essay on why this was such a bad idea in my hand by Wednesday"
she just sobs
after the essay is handed to him, he "forgives her" and doesn't continue with his plan.
but she never does shit like that again.
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Hey everyone ...
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I guess, I'm back (more or less).
First of all, thanks for all the messages and the love. ❤️❤️❤️ It's really sweet of all of you to be so concernced about me. ❤️❤️❤️
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I am getting better (sooner or later), so I'll try to be back and more active. On top of my list is finishing the new Showman and all the advent calendar fanfics as soon as possible. Please have a tiny bit of more patience. I'm very, very, very and deeply sorry about how this went and I wish, I could have managed to still upload the fics every day. I'll try to post them as soon as possible.
Also, answering all the messages and finally coming around to post all the content and check up on what I missed (on tumblr, with my mutuals, with Ze and Olena, ... - if anyone wants to update me, feel free to send a message ❤️).
And about what happened, for anyone who wants to know (putting under a cut for anyone who doesn't care which is totally fine):
I started to have back problems some weeks ago but I more or less ignored them. I was being very active over the last few weeks, did a lot of sport and increased the difficulty and on top of that was a bit stressed about several things in my life (like the whole eye infection thing but also other things). So I thought my back pain was a mixture of sore muscles and just stress. Since the back pain also disappeared sometimes or was barely noticable, I thought, it's probably nothing.
Oh boy, was I wrong.
Over the last weekend my back started to get worse but since I had a pretty intense training on Friday, I still thought it's just sore muscles. On Monday it got really awful and I started to have a lot of pain all the time, to a point, were I needed stronger and stronger medication and could barely move. On Tuesday my boyfriend dragged me to the doctor but since he was already gone, I got an appointment for Wednesday, believing that would be no problem (I was massively downplaying my pain since I hate, hate, hate doctors thanks to my anxiety - which sucks since I have super nice and awesome doctors but unfortunately my anxiety doesn't care).
Welp, I did not make it until Wednesday. By Tuesday afternoon I was in so much pain that I was basically crying non-stop and could only move with pain. In the end, my boyfriend put me in the car and we drove to the emergency room (anxiety and immense pain is not a great combination, so on top of all that - hello panic attacks; but bless my boyfriend for doing this and getting me help).
In the emergency room they drugged with the heavy stuff to stop the pain and ease my nerves and after hours, I was allowed to leave, with strong painkillers in my bag.
Next day I went to my doctor and ever since he's treating me with strong painkillers and therapy starting next week.
I needed some days to get used to the painkillers and give my body some rest (also because I was emotional and psychially drained - it was hard on my psyche since this was another health issue in a long row I had this year and I had yet again to go to the hospital). I'm not pain free, the pain is just managable. Sitting hurts after a short time, lying on a flat surface is okay, standing is 50:50 of being in pain or not so much.
I still have an MRT coming up next week. Let's see what that says.
I am on my way of recovery and my doctor said it needs up to two weeks before my back starts to get better, so at this point, I'm counting down days and try to numb the pain as much as possible.
No idea who cursed my health this year, but sincerely fuck you and find someone else. I've honestly seen enough doctors, hospitals, machines and medications this year.
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greyghoulclub · 1 year
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Harringrove Flip it Reverse it prompt 6 - angst becomes fluff
written for @harringrove-flip-reverse-it
ao3 link: Gremlins (on the screen and in real life)
Steve didn’t know how Dustin had talked him into taking him and the other kids to the Hawk to see Gremlins when he was planning to take Billy out on a date. He didn’t even want to see Gremlins, to be honest, he thought the premise of Gremlins was kinda dumb but Dustin was really trying to sell it. 
“Steve! Come on, I thought you liked monster movies?” Dustin looked like he was ready to start pulling his hair out. Usually, Steve was happy to indulge Dustin but this time he really wanted to have an evening without a group of 13-year-olds following him. 
Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Ok Henderson. I’ll take you to see Gremlins. But you and the other dickheads will not complain about me bringing Billy, right?” Steve made it clear in his tone that he wasn’t about to argue. He could see that Dustin had a retort at the tip of his tongue but kept it to himself. He was probably going to go and rant to the others over the walkie-talkies about how Steve was a massive jerk and that he couldn’t believe that Steve was going to subject them all to Billy’s company for an hour and 46 minutes.  
Later, when Steve and Billy met at the quarry, Billy laughed at Steve’s dilemma with Dustin. Usually, Steve liked it when Billy laughed but he was still a little miffed at Dustin ruining his plans. 
“So the shitrats managed to swindle some movie tickets out of you?” Billy took another sip of the hot chocolate Steve had brought in a thermos. 
“Yeah,” Steve pouted. He felt like a little kid who was told he couldn’t have some candy at the grocery store. He felt that it was kinda stupid to be mad about it but he couldn’t help himself. 
“We could just drop them at the Hawk and leave ‘em?” Billy picked out one of the mini marshmallows in the hot chocolate and put it in his mouth. It was an idea, Steve thought, but he also had a feeling that if they did that word would get back to Claudia. 
“How about we stay for at least the beginning of the movie, then we sneak out when they won’t notice?” Steve took the thermos now and took a sip of the now lukewarm hot chocolate. 
“And what are we going to do then?” Billy used his thumb to wipe away some hot chocolate from Steve’s top lip. There was a goading tone in his voice that got Steve hot, if he knew Billy didn’t have to pick up Max from Hop’s place he’d fuck the blonde senseless over the hood of his car. For now, he’d just have to settle for a kiss. 
Kissing Billy was like the ocean crashing into you, all-consuming and Steve didn’t want to come above the water. He tangled his fingers into blonde curls and savoured the taste of hot chocolate on Billy’s tongue. 
“Do you want to make out in the back of the Hawk? I’ll get us some popcorn,” Steve mumbled against Billy’s lips. 
“You drive a hard bargain pretty boy, make it sweet and salty and I’ll be there,” Billy gave him one last kiss and took Steve’s hand out of his hair. “See you later Steve.” Then he got into his car and pulled out of the quarry.  
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Parking at the Hawk on a Saturday with four children in the back of your car was harder than it should have been. Not to mention that Steve knew that Billy and Max were already there, and he didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of his boyfriend. 
Mike was being a little asshole about which cassette was going to be played next, Steve wished that boy had never found out about REM because he was determined that that was all they’d be listening to. Steve felt bad for poor Will who was stuck between Mike and Dustin. If he managed to park without strangling one child that’d be great. 
“Can you shitheads shut up for two minutes?” Steve was getting exasperated now. Lucas looked like he wanted to die from embarrassment when he saw Max standing by the entrance to the theatre. By some godsend, Steve did manage to park without any child being thrown out of the window and shooed them out of the car with a warning that if they tried that shit on the way back home, he’d never take them anywhere again.
“Took you assholes long enough,” Max huffed when all the boys finally made their way to the entrance. El was hiding behind her, still not used to being out in the open still. She only mumbled a hello and kept hiding behind Max. 
“Hey,” Billy stubbed out his cigarette and pointed his thumb back to the cinema, “you want to get this shit over with?”
“Don’t swear in front of El man,” Steve herded all the children into the revolving door. They could argue about popcorn and sodas while they're there. 
“I’m sure she’s heard worse before,” Billy shrugged and moved past Steve and towards the snack bar. Steve followed him, searching in his jeans pocket for the ten-dollar bill he brought with him. 
“Hop doesn’t like people swearing in front of her for some reason. Even though every other word he says is ‘fuck’,” Steve paid for a bucket of popcorn while Billy got sodas for the both of them. The kids had all bundled into the front row of the screen showing Gremlins, Steve and Billy taking the back row. Since neither of them was interested in watching, they were just talking and throwing popcorn at each other. 
“Max told me that Dustin was annoying you into seeing this. Max said she wanted Nightmare on Elm Street, have to say I agree with her.” Steve had wanted to see Nightmare with Billy too, that was his original plan until he got swindled by Dustin. Steve thought he probably should have got tickets for Nightmare instead of Gremlins but then he’d also have to deal with the wrath of all the mothers of these children who would certainly get nightmares from it. Well, that’s what their moms would think.
“At least Max has good taste in movies,” Steve grumbled as he took another handful of popcorn. Billy laughed quietly, knowing that Max would not pick Gremlins out of her own volition, slashers were more her thing. 
“At least there’s only us in the back row,” Billy had a cocky grin on his face, lower lip caught between his teeth. Steve knew exactly what Billy meant. In the darkness of the theatre, they wouldn’t be caught for a little make-out session. 
Again, Steve was caught in the tidal wave that was Billy Hargrove, swept out to sea but he didn’t mind. He knew Billy would keep him afloat. Billy’s eyes looked almost black in the dim light of the cinema, and then almost dayglo blue when the screen lit up with the shine of headlights. Once they were sure that the kids were fully absorbed in the movie, they got together as close as the seats would allow, Billy, putting his head against Steve’s shoulder. 
Steve kissed the top of his head and mumbled “I love you.” He could only just see Billy’s blush in the dim cinema light. Steve didn’t miss the “I love you too,” from Billy. Steve kissed Billy’s temple and worked his way down to his neck. Billy was trying his best to keep quiet because he was ticklish there. 
“Oh my god Steve, stop,” Billy spoke from behind his hand, making little stuttering noises that Steve thought were so cute. 
“Why should I?” Steve was quietly giggling himself. 
“Because I’ll pour my soda in your hair if you don’t, you dweeb,” Billy retorted and tried to put some distance between his neck and steve’s mouth. Steve just laughed and kissed Billy on the cheek. Billy closed the distance and pressed his mouth against Steve’s, kissing Steve so tenderly like he was made of glass and would break. Steve wasn’t going to break, so he kissed Billy harder, kissed him like his life depended on it. They kissed until their lips were red, occasionally giving each other nibbles on the lower lip. 
They were only interrupted by Max, who kicked the back of their chairs impatiently. 
“If you two lovebirds don’t get moving now, we’re leaving you here. The movie ended ten minutes ago.”
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b0nemilk · 1 year
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There is Something comfortably melancholy about waking up at 2 am in a cramped car in a Walmart parking lot because you can’t sleep. So you stay up watching the random people in the early morning walk around , commute to work , simply drifting and existing . When the overwhelming amount of sentience pushes you on a bench in the back of your brain forcing you to think , think , think about everything. It’s made me realize I don’t even know my thoughts anymore. I live so in the moment trashing any long lingering thoughts. I’ve turned my emotional processing off. I haven’t thought about how I’m In a whole new place, I haven’t really thought about how I’m working with people I won’t see again knowing everyone is a stranger here including the trees , the buildings , the signs , the cracks on the ground. I think about the people I hold dear to me and they can leave in a second . I think about how I’ve lost my mind haha . I tell a lcd therapist with tons of anonymous doctors that at I turned it all off because how does one process living ? Knowing there existence is so tiny and everyone else around you is so tiny , but yet seemingly so large . What is the best advice for knowing your whole world and time can be lost in a second Or every second slowly . What makes my life significant. I don’t feel like I am a bad person , I love hard and I’m understanding with everyone I treat people like I’ve known them forever. But why do bad things happen to me? “It’s life” a abandoned coffee mug tells me in a thrift store for 50 cents . All I’m begging for is a break let this be the one who stays , let my friends stay alive , let me not disappoint my family . My grandpa is dying . I can say it doesn’t bother me . I can say I’ve blocked off any emotional attachment after I saw him the last time years ago and I took advantage of his dementia by stealing his cigarettes in a teenage rebellion . Am I sad about this? Yes . He was a the only positive male figure in my life . He was everything to my mom . I’m jealous of my distant family . They get so much more time with everyone else but my mom had to move to America. I don’t even talk to my family other then my mom and brother . 444 . I wish I could see my cousins party and grow . I wish my aunts and uncles knew my gossip. My family is huge but I feel small? And not really apart of it . I hate my body I hate the way I look . I feel so ugly and awkward all the time. I’m insecure but loved connected and unconnected and a mess in a structure. I can’t help but to fear the inevitability of everyone leaving me . A message to my dad but I doubt he will ever be able to grasp the emotional weight of a “just hang in there “ poster hanging in a psych room med station Of a father he has been . I pinch myself leaving pricks of blood watching the clock every minute pass leading me closer to a catastrophe. Manic depression? What is it ? Emotional discharge is all it is . I’m ok ! I’m fine ! I smile I joke I work! I have a stable relationship with my friend , family and boyfriend ! Have I fooled myself? Have I pulled off the most incredible heist of my own perception! Evil laughing in my own head you fool! You fool. YOU FOOL!!!! It’s 5 am now I’m on my 180 th minute of watching the world slowly move around me . Nate’s made noises in his sleep. Which. Means around 7-8 am he will wake up and tell me about his dream. Escapism . Is the only thing we cling to . So much so people are now just living in vr. Nobody wants to live in this world anymore . We rather create our own candy flavored ignorance and inflate the massive tits of our own self hatred . We love you though. We love you! We love hard long and boy is it give us meaning ! I love you , I love you I I love you so much . Loving you makes me feel better. Spread the love man . Or was this another rose colored shades to hide the fact we are dirty fucking animals drooling over sin . I love you but I love you when I can . Because mommy’s very busy she has to work and your dad is slurring and slutting his was up the street . I love you untill your fat
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CH7 The Gift You Gave Me
Felicity pulled up outside the Queen mansion, second guessing her decision to come here and she hadn’t even stepped out of the car. 
She should’ve just called Oliver. 
Hell, she didn’t even know if he was home. He could’ve been with Laurel for all she knew. 
However, she would feel stupid driving all the way here for nothing. 
She wanted someone to talk to, someone who knew Tommy more if not better than her, and she really just didn’t want to be alone right now. 
Steeling herself, she stepped out of the car and knocked on the massive oak doors. 
After a few moments, it was opened by a middle-aged dark-haired woman from her description, Felicity believed the woman to be Raisa. The Queen’s beloved housekeeper. Felicity had heard a lot about the woman from both Oliver and Tommy. 
“I’m sorry to show up unannounced. I should have called but...” 
The woman smiled. “Ms. Felicity, right?” 
Felicity’s lips parted in surprise. 
“Mr. Oliver has mentioned you a few times. I assume you are here to see him.” Her voice was warm. 
“If it’s not too much trouble.” Felicity breathes out shakily. She could really use a friend right now. 
“Certainly. Mr. Oliver is in his room.” Raisa opened the door wider. “Why don’t you come in and I will tell him you are here.”
Felicity followed Raisa inside to a sitting room meant for entertaining guest, the woman disappeared shortly after leaving Felicity alone in the room. Felicity looked around the extravagant decor and felt even more out of her element. 
It did not help her current state at all. 
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 
Oliver folded clothes and placed them in his duffle bag. He was just zipping it up when there was a knock on his bedroom door. 
“Come in, Raisa.” 
He knew it was Raisa because Thea had left for her boyfriend’s just a little over an hour ago. 
“Mr. Oliver, Ms. Felicity is here to see you. I asked her to wait downstairs.” 
Oliver barely hid his surprise. “Thank you, Raisa.” 
Oliver reached for his phone when the door closed behind her departure, checking his phone for any missed calls from Felicity. There was none. 
Oliver quickly placed his bag on the floor and nudge it with his foot and pushed it under his bed. He slipped his phone into his back pocket and went to meet Felicity downstairs. 
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 
Felicity felt her eyes grow wet as she looked at the family photos. They were of Oliver and Thea growing up, and even some of Tommy. 
Her eyes lingered on a photo of two young boys smiling at the camera, mud caked their jeans with smudged dirt. It looked like they spent the day playing outside. 
“Tommy and I were seven in that picture.”
Felicity nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of his voice. She whirled around to face him, one hand resting over her heart, the other on her stomach. “Frack, you startled me. A little warning next time would be nice.” 
“Sorry,” Oliver said apologetically. “I was going to come see you in a bit.” he paused, looking at her closely. “Are you okay? You’re a little pale today.” 
“I’m fine.” Felicity let her hands fall to her sides. “I’m just tired.” 
Oliver nodded. “It’s been an exhausting week.” 
“I went to see Tommy because I needed to tell him something, and it’s just so awful. He’s not here and I really need him to be.” the words just started spilling out like a running faucet. “I wish I knew what he would have wanted. I know what I need to do and what I’m gonna do, and I can imagine what I would’ve wanted his reaction to be, but I’ll never know with certainty what he would’ve-” 
“Felicity.” Oliver placed his hand gently on her shoulder. “Breathe.” 
Felicity breathed out slowly and deeply, matching her breathing to Oliver’s. 
“I knew Tommy almost better than anyone. Maybe I would know how he would’ve responded.” Oliver said gently. “What did you have to tell him?” 
“I’m pregnant.” Felicity’s voice was barely above a whisper. Quiet. 
Oliver’s lips parted in surprise. 
“I found out when I woke up in the hospital. I tried not to think about it because of Tommy’s death and everything feels so impossible.” Felicity said. “I had my first appointment a few days ago. I got to see and hear the baby and it just made it so real. I went to tell him and I just don’t know - “ 
“Tommy would have been so happy. Don’t for a second think otherwise.” 
“Yeah?” Felicity looked up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears. 
“Yeah, Tommy had so little of it, but nothing was more important to him than family. The people he loved. He used to tell me when we were just kids that one day he was going to have a big family. Big enough to create his own baseball team.” 
His words brought her some relief, but it didn’t elevate her fears. 
Felicity half sobbed, half laughed. 
Oliver reached for her hand, squeezing it. “It’s going to be okay. Whatever you decide to do, I’ll support you.” 
“I’m keeping it. How can I not? It’s the last piece of Tommy I’ll ever have, but I am terrified of doing this alone.” Felicity admitted, voice cracking with tears. 
“You’ll be great at this, like you are everything else and you won’t be doing this alone. I’ll be there for whatever you need. You’re not alone.” Oliver said, meaning every word. 
“Promise?” A tear slipped down Felicity’s cheek, and she quickly brushed it away. 
“I promise.” Oliver vowed. “Come here.” he pulled her into him, his arms enfolding her in his embrace. “I’m not going anywhere.” 
There was no way he could leave now. Still, Laurel’s words echoed in the back of his mind. 
Would Felicity and the baby be better off without him? Could he be a part of their lives without ruining them like he did everything else? 
He didn’t know, but he was going to damn well try. 
He would do everything he possibly could not to screw this up. It was too important. 
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 
Oliver could see Felicity was exhausted and insisted she stay and rest. 
Felicity agreed. She was too tired to argue, and she didn’t want to be alone right now.
Oliver led her upstairs and down a series of corridors and stopped in front of a closed door adjacent to another closed door. 
With a hand on her back, he pushed the door open, revealing a room large enough to fit her entire apartment in. 
It had a fourposter bed, drape in royal blue bedding. A large dresser with a tv on the wall above it. A desk in one corner and a couch near the wall. Two closed doors. 
Felicity assumed one led to a closet and the other to a private bathroom. 
“This was Tommy’s room when he stayed here, which was often when we were younger.” Oliver told her. “I thought you would feel more comfortable here than in a guest room.” 
It was so thoughtful. It instantly brought tears to her eyes. She never been this emotional or this quick to cry before. She blamed the pregnancy hormones.
“Thank you.” She said gratefully. 
Oliver nodded. “If you need anything, I’m right across the hall. Get some rest. Raisa will have dinner ready in just a few hours and I think we both could use the downtime.”
Felicity looked around the room after the door closed behind Oliver. 
She took a seat on the bed and reached for the photo of a woman holding a young boy on her hip. She had blue eyes and a familiar, carefree smile. 
Felicity easily recognized the woman in the photo. Tommy had showed her pics of his mom before. She knew the little boy to be Tommy. The dark hair, blue eyes, and bright smile were a dead giveaway. 
Felicity wondered if she had a boy would he be the spitting image of his father or would she have a little girl with her father’s smile and eyes? 
Felicity set the picture back on the bedside table. She stood walking to the dresser and finding some of Tommy’s clothes. She lifted a dark grey shirt to her nose, tears instantly filled her eyes. It still smelled like Tommy. 
Grabbing a pair of boxers and the shirt, Felicity walked to the bathroom that had a large shower. 
She took a quick shower, combing her fingers through her hair. When she was done, she climbed into the fourposter bed on the side she knew to be Tommy’s. She somehow could still smell him on the pillowcase. 
She was more tired than she thought. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep with Tommy’s scent surrounding her and the incredibly soft mattress and sheets. 
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Raisa?” Oliver called, entering the kitchen. 
“Mister Oliver?” Raisa walked out of the walk-in pantry. “What can I do for you?” 
“My friend will be joining us for dinner. Could you make something healthy and well balanced?” Oliver requested, choosing his words carefully.
Oliver didn’t want to come out and say Felicity was pregnant. He didn’t know who all she wanted to know about her condition and he wanted to respect that. It was her business and no one else’s until she decided otherwise. 
Raisa was silent as she looked at him and if he wasn’t who he was, he would’ve buckled under her scrutiny. 
Finally, after a long moment, Raisa smiled warmly. “I will take care of it.” 
“Thank you.” Oliver returned her smile. 
“You’re welcome.” Raisa disappeared back into the pantry. 
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 
Felicity woke up a few hours later, her stomach rolling uncomfortably. Scrambling from the bed, she nearly tripped in her haste to get to the bathroom. 
Her knees cracked on the tile floor as she threw herself before the white porcelain toilet bowl, retching. 
It felt like hours but could only be minutes when she felt a hand pulling back the strands of her hair sweeping it over her neck and then rubbing her back in soothing circles. 
“Are you okay?” Oliver asked, voice laced with concern. 
Felicity leaned back against him, catching her breath and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 
She could still taste the bile in her mouth. It was disgusting. 
“I will be,” she answered. 
When she moved to push herself up, Oliver was there, helping her stand. 
“You wouldn’t happen to have an extra toothbrush, toothpaste and mouthwash lying around, would you?” Felicity asked hopefully, turning on the faucet and leaning over the sink to wash her mouth out. 
“Tommy kept extras of almost everything hygienic under the sink.” Oliver placed his hand on her side, urging her a little over so he could open the door beneath the sink. 
Felicity gratefully accepted the new toothbrush, toothpaste and mouthwash, wasting no time brushing her teeth and rinsing her mouth out. 
Oliver watched her. He had this weight on his chest. She was so pale and her skin looked clammy. She looked like she had an awful stomach bug. 
Maybe he should take her to the hospital? Make sure everything was fine with her and the baby. 
“Are you sure you’re okay and it’s nothing serious?” Oliver asked. 
Felicity splashed some water on her face and patted it dry with a hand towel. “It’s jus morning sickness. It comes and goes.” 
“But it’s not morning.” Oliver protested. 
“Tell me about it.” Felicity noted his concern and offered up a small smile. “I’m okay. We’re okay. Promise. If I thought something was wrong, I would already be on my way to the hospital.” 
“Okay.” Oliver trusted her words, certain she knew her own body. “Do you think you will be able to eat something? Raisa is working on dinner. It should be done in about an hour.”  
“I’ll try.” Felicity said. 
“Okay then. I’m just across the hall if you need anything.” 
“Oliver.” Felicity called out when he turned to leave. 
He waited, eyes locking on hers. 
“Thank you.” 
Oliver shook his head. “You never have to thank me.” 
Felicity watched him go, feeling closer to him than before. She wasn’t as alone as she thought she was. 
It didn’t make her miss Tommy less, but it helped to know she didn’t have to go through this alone. 
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 
Felicity looked around the dining room table as Raisa only set down two plates. “Thank you.” 
“You’re welcome.” the other woman smiled warmly.
“Everything looks great, Raisa.” Oliver complimented. 
“It smells great.” Felicity added. The delicious aroma of the food was actually making her hungry despite her earlier bouts of morning sickness. 
Oven roasted chicken, baked potatoes and green beans. 
Raisa smiled and excused herself. 
“Will Thea not be joining us?” Felicity wondered. 
“She’s staying with Roy at the moment.” Oliver answered. 
Felicity nodded and began to eat her food. Oliver followed her lead and ate his own dinner slowly. 
Dinner was ate quietly with the comfortableness of two friends who didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with unnecessary small talk. 
After dinner, Oliver convinced Felicity to walk with him on the grounds. Claiming the fresh air will do her and the baby both some good. 
Oliver felt that same weight on his chest as he walked with her. 
If Felicity hadn’t come over today, he would’ve left for Lian Yu at dawn after wiring her and John some money. 
She would have been alone. He didn’t really know anything about her family. He never bothered to ask. He should have, because he didn’t know if she would have anyone to support her. 
The guilt weighed heavier on him. He wasn’t a good friend or partner. He vowed he would do better. Starting now. 
“It’s beautiful out here.” Felicity commented. 
The garden they walked through was filled with flower beds and there was a pristine white gazebo off in the distance. 
“My grandmother prided herself on the garden. My mother did not inherit her green thumb, but she made sure it was well taken care of.” Oliver said, his hand naturally migrated to her lower back as he walked her toward the gazebo. “My grandfather had this built for my grandmother so she could sit and look out at her garden.” 
There was a hanging swing, and Felicity took a seat as Oliver sat down beside her. 
They sat quietly and Felicity watched as the garden lights came on, casting a warm glow followed by garden sprinklers to wet the grass. 
“I was gonna leave.” Oliver said, something screaming inside of him to be completely honest with her. 
Perhaps that was his first step to doing better as both her teammate and her friend. 
“What?” Felicity’s head snapped toward him. 
“I was packing a bag, intending to leave at dawn tomorrow.” Oliver continued. 
“Where were you going to go?” Felicity asked. 
“Lian Yu.” he answered. 
“That’s the island you were stranded on.” Said Felicity.
Oliver nodded wordlessly, answering her. 
“I don’t understand.” Felicity admitted.
Hadn’t that place been hell for him? Why would he want to go back there, of all places?
“I’ve caused so much pain since coming home.” Oliver’s voice was filled with anguish.  
“You thought anyone would be better off if you never came home.” Felicity shook her head. “That is so far from the truth.” 
“You don’t have to make me feel better.” Oliver looked away. 
“I’m being honest here, Oliver. Making you feel better is just a bonus.” Felicity grabbed his arm. “Hey, look at me.” 
Oliver turned his eyes back to her, waiting. 
“Tommy, while he was angry about you being the vigilante and the lies, and the complicated thing with Laurel he was happy to have his brother back and I don’t know your family well but I can only imagine how happy they were to have you back.” 
“Feli-” 
“I’m not done.” Felicity cut him off, but not unkindly. “If I hadn’t met you, I never would’ve met and fallen in love with Tommy. It hurts right now but I wouldn’t trade back one second I spent with him for the world. You have saved so many lives since coming home. The entire Glades would’ve been destroyed and I’m not sure I would be here right now if not for you.” 
She lived on just the edge of the Glades. If that second device went off, her place might have fallen with the Glades. If hadn’t come for her that night, she’s not sure she would’ve ever walked out of the Foundry that night.
“Things have not been perfect, but life never is. You’ve done more for this city than anyone has. If you don’t want to believe that you are good for anyone, then at least believe that.” 
Oliver let her words set in, washing over him like a balm. He squeezed her hand in thanks. 
“You may not believe in yourself, but I do.” Felicity said earnestly. 
Oliver stood up. “Come here.” he tugged on her hand, pulling her up and into his arms. “Thank you.” 
Felicity returned the embrace, then pulled back. “I hate to ruin this moment because you rarely give out hugs.” 
A breathy laugh escaped him. 
“But do you still plan on leaving?” Felicity asked. 
“No.” Oliver answered. “I promise I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here for whatever you need.” 
Felicity nodded, relieved, laying her head against his chest. The beat of his heart and his arms tightening around her made her feel like they were in this together and she needed that.
Oliver promised himself that this was the one thing he would not fail. 
Felicity believed in him and he found that was enough to quiet his demons. 
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sleepyowlwrites · 2 years
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find the word tag CCCXXXXIX
your complimentary music rec is Wasted by Mazzy Star. @kaiusvnoir
money (summon story supplemental)
“A hound and a half and you throw in two needles. New ones this time.” Opar pat Zan’s chest with one hand absently, the ruddy skin bright against Zan’s brown. He liked the contrast, liked how he looked better in green than his master did.
“Fine.” The merchant grunted as he tied up their parcel, the threads and needles safe inside a linen bag.
Opar handed over the coins, one copper, ten tin. Zan could count very quickly. He watched them exchange money for thread, still sticking to Opar’s sleeve.
“Come now, boy. We’ve work to do.” Opar took Zan’s hand in his own callused fingers and led him back into the bustle of a West Market morning.
loud (city story)
“I’d fight for you, for Shadow, for Hawk, even.”
Copper half-smiles at that.
“Now I want to fight for Rune because-” Jet stops himself before he spills any of her hesitant confessions. He’d fight for her because he loves a fight and hates a bully, and because Rune has been such a strange source of light that he can’t give up on. She’s such a terrible mirror and that’s not been easy, but she’s so alone.
“She’s alone.” Copper says it out loud, tone understanding, resigned. “You’ve been alone. You can’t abandon her because you wish you’d had someone who wouldn’t abandon you.”
Jet holds Copper’s arms firmly. “You never abandoned me. We were taken away from each other, but we found our way back. You came back for me.”
delay (resilience, reliance, 2022)
"It doesn’t hurt to breathe, and no broken bones. I checked.”
It does hurt a little after that long speech, but Liu Sang is pretty sure that’s the delayed effects of blood loss and exhaustion. He leaves the phone on his lap and traces along his ribs with his good arm just to be sure. No sharp pain, nothing moving. He’s just really beat up. That’s fine.
There’s a funny kind of silence on the call, where Liu Sang can’t hear the rapid heartbeats because the phone isn’t to his ear but he imagines that’s what’s happening anyway.
Then Pangzi says, “Shit, Jinx. You’re sure you didn’t break anything? Your car turned over? Nothing’s bleeding still? How’s your neck? No massive bruises from internal bleeding, right? That could kill you.”
random (city story)
Jet likes to think that he’s prepared for a variety of situations. He’s certainly prepared for what would happen if he got caught doing something illegal. He knows what to do if Moss’ dad randomly shows back up to the garage unannounced. He has an emergency contact, he has a signal system set up with the rest of the gang so they know whether he’s taking a few days to do his own business or something has happened to him. Jet has an actual will, just in case his endeavors do get the best of him, so his inheritance that he wrangled away from his parents’ control will go to Copper.
He thinks ahead, he plans and plots, and he tries to keep up with the evolving personalities of his friends so he isn’t very surprised by whatever is happening with them as time goes on.
None of that is in any way helpful when Rune finishes with her latest delivery to Moss, wanders over to where Jet is lounging on the garage couch and gracefully flops down to lay with her head on his lap.
All of Jet’s thoughts fly right out the window as he slowly peers down at her, attempting to blink away his consternation. “Hello?”
gentle, soft, sweet, kind. BONUS: precious, cherish. @ashen-crest @rains-inky-mind @stuffaboutwriting @lanawritesalittle @ink-fireplace-coffee @writing-with-melon @drippingmoon OR ANYBODY
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🤡 and 🍆 and 👀 and 🧠 please!
Or pick your favourites, sorry went a bit bananas there
🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh? Oh so many. Let me get you a one from Root Beer Floats and Green Tea. (I edited this because the second one made this post massive and I felt bad)
----this one is kind of early on----
Maybe he could kiss him.
That'd be obvious.
Guys didn't platonically kiss each other too often.
Not after dinner and the movies for sure.
He could lean over, try to be smooth, act like he was going to open the door for him without leaving the car which always felt a little rude but go in for a kiss instead, or help with the seatbelt and kiss him, or he could- damn where'd he go? Daniel had been so busy trying to think of his move and Johnny had slipped out of the car and was already walking up to the mansion.
🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic? Uhhhh yes and no? I haven't posted any...well I shouldn't say any. Root Beer Floats and Green Tea gets "spicy" but you've got to march through the slowest slow burn of two dorks in love but thinking it's one sided to get your reward. And...the last chapter that I'm editing I kind of gave up on trying to figure out where the line was between M and E rating. So when those chapters drop they might continue that previous trend of just slowly upping the spice. I also looked at what people were saying they hadn't read enough of and stuck some extra surprise treats in there. Though I don't think the people who specifically mentioned wanting to read specific things read Root Beer Floats and Green Tea. So it's a gift for an audience that may never read it. But it was like a good exercise? And kind of fun to test out. I kind of feel like I've been excitedly and secretly planning a party and just rarely get the nerve to invite people to it because you’ve got to climb a mountain to get to it. 🤣 At the very least “spice” slows me down as I try and figure out logistics. 😅 So we can blame that for why the final chapter(s) are taking so long. I mean it's not 160K of spice so let's not get anyone's hopes up there, but there's more than usual. 👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
I'm doing AU's of Root Beer Floats and Green Tea once it's done. After I finish editing. (Wish me luck on that) So either we're getting Johnny/Dutch or Johnny/ Chozen next. The original-ish plan was for it to be like a dating game? So like you finish Root Beer Floats and Green Tea and then if you want to explore other routes you follow Johnny on an adventure with a different cobra or Chozen. But I wasn't expecting Root Beer Floats and Green Tea to take over a year to write let alone for it to be longer than War and Peace. Or for life to like suck. So I'm just doing 2. The Chozen one is probably next. So essentially the first chapter and a half is assumed for that one and when Daniel tells Johnny to go away after apologizing this time he actually does? And he goes to Okinawa because of the bonsai Mr. Miyagi gives him but his luck sucks and he gets into a pretty bad fight, ends up with amnesia with a note that has his name on it, Mr. Miyagi's name on it and a bonsai in Okinawa and that's it. There's a lot to the Okinawan group that I like exploring and this was an idea to explore all of it earlier than TKK2. For Dutch that one is a fake dating one set pre TKK so essentially a route and is essentially his parents telling him he needs to bring home a date and think about getting married and Dutch being like ???? gets the great dumb idea that his parents only like Johnny so he'll show them what a terrible plan that is if he picks Johnny and then just silly fun in that ridiculous mansion and more Mr. and Mrs. P and fancy portraits and gardens and lonely boys getting to be together. And hopefully more cobra shenanigans but idk. 🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.
I haven't really written Danzen but all the excitement over the season 5 release and Chozen that I've seen has made me think more about it. Like I've got a lot of headcannons about the Okinawan crew which I plan to explore in that previously mentioned fic. But that fic isn't Danzen. I like to think that Kumiko and Chozen kept in touch and they talk about Daniel sometimes and so he knows about their relationship. And one of the things is probably he doesn't understand them (Kumiko and Daniel). Why didn't Daniel just stay? Like why didn't she go with him? And I think he looks at the adults in his life in the same way. Because Yukie also didn't go with Mr. Miyagi and Mr. Miyagi didn't stay. Which that parallel is probably on purpose but at least Mr. Miyagi and Yukie kept in touch writing each other romantic letters.
Anyway so I like to think he knows about the tea ceremony being romantic and maybe that's not his jam so he improvises and that's why he jumps up to get Daniel alcohol at the bar and then just quietly stares at him. I think it's why he just quietly stares. Because the people who were romantically involved in his life that's what they did. So he's repeating the pattern but with his own twist. And then here's my other one that's related.
Daniel invited the wrong person to America. I adore Kumiko but she had dreams she wanted to live out and an aunt she was close to and a village she loved and friends in Naha. But Chozen? Especially older Chozen? He's got students I guess? What age? No clue. No, wait this is my head cannon. Dude teaches little kids. He stopped teaching military after Daniel left and instead works on like keeping the secrets of Miyagi style karate Okinawan. I think that softened him up a bit. Grumpy Chozen having to play a clown because he's teaching kids, little little kids that cry. Because Kumiko taught kids and it brought her some sort of joy and part of his learning to forgive himself was like using Kumiko as a guide.
And so he sees Daniel again in Okinawa and he's like I was grieving and then belatedly realized I kinda had a crush and that crush is back in town and Kumiko knows and sets up a little blind date wishing Chozen luck and then bows out and Chozen decides if it was him, if Daniel ever asked him to come to LA he wouldn't make the same mistake as Yukie or Kumiko. And then Daniel calls and he finally, finally the right person is asked to come to LA.
From the the emoji’s ask here.
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silver-weasel · 3 years
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Diving (Deku x Reader)
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Pairing : Deku x fem!reader (aged-up characters)
Rating : E, 18+
Tags : smut • fem!reader (she/her) • best friends to lovers / childhood friends to lovers • quirkless AU • p*rn with feelings (like. a lot of them) • public sex (more or less) • switching • hair pulling? • pining • Deku being flustered and an absolute angel what’s new • Reader being a teasing brat • It’s all soft and fluffy, I’m as vanilla as you can get 🤷‍♀️ • Happy birthday to the bestest boyyy I love him so much it hurts
Word count : 10 600 (Holy sh—)
A/N : Thank you @hoe-doroki my beloved and savior for beta-ing <3
Written for @rat-zuki​’s collab in honor of our favorite birthday boy, The Deku Agenda Escapes no One. Thank you so much for letting me join! (go check out the other amazing writers and artists!)
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
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The ground grinds repeatedly under your hiking shoes, some pebbles being kicked forward on your way. You’re way too deep in the forest to hear any cars passing by and during the two hours you’ve been here you haven’t run into anyone. The place seems empty, the only souls breathing the forest’s thick air being you, Izuku and the birds chirping all around you.
The afternoon is coming to an end, the sun sinking down on its way to hide behind the mountains. The remains of its soft light are filtering through the dense leaves all around and above you. You’re surrounded by green, lush and immeasurable greenery, every plant merging into another.
You’ve left the marked paths, now wandering deep in the richest, boundless part of a forest you both know like the back of your hand after roaming it all over innumerable times. All over, except for this part, in which you’re setting foot for the first time today. Your many previous hiking sessions were shortened by your questionable sense of organization, always arriving too late to explore further into the unknown.
Leaves brush against your knees with every single step you take as you follow Izuku on his heels. He’s moving at a steady pace, his hands holding tight the straps of his yellow backpack that he’s had for as long as you can remember. He’s always so organized, has everything you two could eventually need and generally never do. Two huge flasks of water, an entire meal he calls ‘little snacks’, with sandwiches, fruits, protein bars, even hard-boiled eggs. A first-aid kit with disinfectant, bandages, scissors and painkillers. Hell, you’re even wondering if he has any pads for you in there, in case of an unexpected period. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.
You giggle lightly when you see him stumble for the sixth time since you got here; he can’t seem to keep his curious eyes from drifting up and around, looking in every direction, probably retaining every detail and logging it in some impressive mental database of his. And he’s commenting on every little thing he sees too; he makes you notice things you never would have if it weren’t for his candid interest in everything.
“Oh! Look at that bird!” he exclaims, pointing at a branch over your heads. “Do you see it, right there, with the red mark!”
You turn your gaze to where he’s pointing and see a little bird, very cute, but so tiny you’re wondering how one could spot it without specifically looking for it. That’s probably what you like most about Izuku: his attention to detail. That’s the thing—nothing is too small for him, everything is worthy of interest. His eyes always light up with such curiosity, this child-like wonder and it was always one of your favorite things to witness growing up.
When he came over to your house at age six, he was always running around with some bug on his forearm, calling your name, yelling, “Look at this!”
Most of the time, it was a snail or a ladybug, and that always managed to catch your interest. Sometimes, it was a spider or a beetle, and he had you screaming in horror more than once, running to your mother’s legs with weeping eyes. Those times, he always watched you go with wide, sad eyes and a wobbly lip, because, “I would never hurt her, Mom! I swear I didn’t want to scare her!”
“Oh, yeah, I see it! It’s so cute!”
And it is cute, the way his huge green eyes go even rounder in amazement. You treasure these hikes for providing occasions to witness this. But as much as you wish this moment could last forever, the sun is beginning to set, you probably shouldn’t go deeper in the forest at sundown.
“We should probably head back to the car, Izuku. It’s gonna be dark soon.”
“Come on, it’s still so light—there’s no rush!” His lips crook a bit into an impish smile. “Scared that a bear is coming to get you?”
“There aren’t any bears here—we’ve been coming for five years.”
“Because if it’s the bears you’re afraid of,” he begins, ignoring you on purpose, “you know I’ll protect you, right?” he says, sticking out his chest like he’s some superhero.
“Against a bear? Right.”
“You’re underestimating me? That’s just mean.”
You chuckle at his antics, shooting him a look of yours that says, ‘Come on, please?’.
His eyes soften a bit, but he’s used to that look; it’s been years since it worked on him as well as you’d like it to.
“We can just keep going this way, then we’ll make a loop and head back to the car directly! It’ll be even shorter this way.”
“Alright, let’s do that,” you agree, and the smile it elicits from him makes something tingle deep in your stomach.
You move forward again, sinking deeper within the forest. It’s becoming harder and harder to walk, brambly branches and huge leaves blocking your way more and more with every step.
You’re a bit ahead of him when you catch sight of a sparkle behind the bushes. Just a glimpse of light, but you’re positive you saw it. Is there water here? You never really looked at a map of the place before—you just always went wherever you felt like and used the same tracks on the way back. You hurry up a bit, curious eyes fixed on that glimmer of light.
Soon enough the dense greenery comes to an end, and you’re finally out of the bushes, finding your way into a little clearing. You’re standing, speechless, in front of a pond: it’s about forty feet wide, catching the last rays of sunshine in a dazzling reflection. The water is surrounded by gigantic trees big enough to be home to an entire niche of biodiversity, and a half-sandy, half-stony shore with reeds rising from the water on both sides.
It’s all calm and quiet and massive trees, branches pouring, cascading above still water. The air feels cool, filled with a pure smell of dew and spring even though it’s the end of a hot day of July.
Izuku is close behind you and lets out a very cute, “Whoa,” ditching his backpack on the ground next to you in the middle of the cove. The both of you just stand there for a moment in complete silence, aside from the birds chirping. Izuku breaks it first:
“How come we’ve never seen this before? This place is amazing.” He sounds distant as he speaks, soaking up his surroundings like he always does.
“I guess you never know everything about anything,” you say mindlessly, without detaching your gaze of the wonderful view ahead.
He’s standing close to you, very close. You’re only noticing now that you’re coming down from the high of your discovery. Your arms are brushing, you can feel his body heat from how close you two are. It wouldn’t be the first time; you’re no stranger to being physically close to Izuku. You’ve been playing together since you were able to put one foot in front of the other. And you wish you could say it feels any different right now, but that would be a lie. Being close to him always felt the same. Always felt like the only easy thing in your life. The only constant.
Yet it’s not enough. No matter how close, it’s never enough, it never was. You hate yourself for feeling that way; you’ve never been the greedy, unsatisfied type. You have everything with Izuku. Well, almost everything.
But right now this place—this very quiet, beautiful place with no one in sight is doing things to your fertile imagination. Despite the sun just beginning to set, the summer air still remains thick with heat. You find yourself staring in the abyss of that water, admiring the masterpiece of a reflection on the surface, a painting of leaves and clouds and blue sky. It calls you, sings an irresistible song of fresh water on sweaty skin and strong, freckled arms wrapped around you.
You don’t know if the slight, insignificant detail that you would have to undress in order to dive into that water—since you didn’t bring a swimsuit—is a better reason to do it or to refrain from doing so.
You’ve lost count of how many moments you’ve shared with him just like this one. So many chances for you to take. You never have.
Back to the original issue: can you see yourself walk out of that clearing the way you always do? Can you see yourself going home, adding this missed chance to your growing collection of lost memories, of hands within your reach that you chose not to take?
The answer pops in your mind, crystal clear for the first time since you met him.
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You drop your bag on the ground, turning to Izuku with a delighted expression stretching your features. The look on your face reminds him of one he’d seen on you as a kid, bouncing on the balls of your feet in front of the ice cream truck. At this moment he just knows you’ve got some stupid shenanigan in mind, like you always do. Once again, he isn’t wrong.
“Wanna take a dip?” You’re squinting at him from his side, a mischievous smile lighting up your face.
“I-I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” he stutters.
It’s been a long time since he last stuttered in front of you. He got rid of it years ago, but it still resurfaces sometimes in front of intimidating strangers or in a socially uncomfortable situation. Never in front of you, though.
“Me neither,” you answer plainly with that same impish smile, and his eyes go round at your implications.
“Wait, you can’t be—Oh my God—”
His heart does a great flip in his chest when he catches you taking the hem of your shirt up over your head. In less than five seconds, you’ve got him scorching hot, feverish and suddenly he can’t tell right from left.
His reflex is to bury his face in his hands. He respects you too much to take a peek, but you’re making things very difficult for him. He can hear you move towards the water, can hear the thump of your forgotten shoes hitting the ground one after the other, can hear the soft pad of your naked feet on the rocks.
“For the love of God, please, put it back on…” 
“What? Look at this view, it would be a shame not to make the most of it!”
He’s not looking at the view right now, he can’t let himself. He knows very well he won’t be able to focus on the trees when you’re standing pretty much naked—although he’s not sure to what extent—in front of him. You could be entirely naked right now and he wouldn’t be able to tell, his burning face still hidden in his shaking hands. His voice comes out muffled when he stammers, “I-It’s starting to get late, we really should get back to the car…”
“What, you’re scared of the bears?”
He can’t see you, but he knows you’re sporting that smug grin of yours, the one he first saw when you showed him your impressive collection of Pokémon cards on your preschool’s playground. You’ll have to take a lingering silence for an answer.
“Izuku, come on. I don’t bite.”
He’s not entirely sure the sight of you won’t gnaw him to the bone, won’t melt his entire body down and leave him a hot mess. He won’t be a man anymore, just a walking flame fueled by the heavenly sight of you. No, he can’t let himself fall into that. Obviously you don’t know what you’re doing to him.
Nevertheless, you’re probably the most stubborn person he knows. And he’s friends with Katsuki Bakugou, for God’s sake. He won’t be able to get out of this as easily as he wants, especially as he hears the delicate noise of water splitting at your feet as you enter the little pond.
He slowly moves his hands off of his face. You must have your back turned to him, so maybe he can drift his eyes off somewhere—
You are in front of him, thigh deep in the water now. In nothing but your panties. Your white, flower-patterned lace panties that are doing a very bad job at covering your backside. He lets out a long, pained whine, standing in the middle of the little shore with his arms dangling down his sides, not sure what to do with them.
“Why didn’t you at least keep your bra on?” His voice comes out way more wobbly than he intended to.
You turn a little so you can look at him, and it takes every little bit of strength he’s got left to look you in the eye. But as you’re turning around, the smooth curve of your breast starts showing, and God, is that your nipple?
He wants a giant hole to swallow him right now. He wants some forest creature to come for him right this instant, anything to keep him away from you, keep him from doing things he might regret. To punish him for having such thoughts about you, because you trust him, you’re so oblivious, so innocent, and he’s so weak against this inner monster that’s eating him away.
With a little frown, you deliver the answer like it’s self-evident as you kneel into the water, the surface just above your chest:
“I didn’t want it to get wet.”
“But you’re okay with your panties getting wet?”
The realization of what he just said is slow but surely comes. And when it does, he wishes even harder to get erased from the surface of this planet he’s already lucky enough to share with you. There is a long silence, and all he can hear for a few seconds are the birds chirping and the violent pounding of his heart against his ribcage, straining to get out.
You turn back around to look at him, dumbstruck. 
“I’m more than okay with that—”
“Please forget I just said that,” he cuts you off. He’s not sure he can bear to hear more of this.
“I’m never forgetting you said that. It’s pure gold,” you scoff.
He can only answer with a drawn-out whine. He doesn’t have any choice in this, does he?
When you dive in the water, he takes both his shaking hands to the hem of his shirt and starts undressing.
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What the fuck am I doing?
The water is so pure you can see underwater as clear as day: the few rocks at the bottom, the little silvery fish all around you, and the last rays of sunlight permeating through the calm surface above your head. The water feels a bit cold on your naked skin since the sunlight and summer heat must only hit the clearing at certain hours of the day. Still, the cold water isn’t enough to clear your foggy mind.
What was I thinking?
You’ve always been a bashful person, why is it changing all of a sudden? Maybe it’s the devastating effect Izuku has on you.
You try to calm down a bit, taking a deep breath. So, you’re pretty much naked in front of him. Well, it definitely wouldn’t be the first time, and it (probably) won’t be the last. Now you just have to go through with your stupid idea. It’s no big deal, it’s only Izuku. Only Izuku.
Only Izuku.
Fuck.
You finally surface, not only because you can’t hide underwater forever, but also because, surprisingly, you’re not a fish, you have to actually breathe.
You push your dripping hair to the back of your head, still careful to keep your breasts under the water. Izuku’s already in to his hips when you turn around to look at him, your vision still blurry from the water trickling all over your face. He’s merciless, standing like that, only the elastic of his boxers peeking out of the water. You’re a bit surprised by the plain, black color. You were expecting something along the lines of blue, yellow and red. Izuku is full of surprises.
But nevermind the color of his underwear—what you find just above is mesmerizing. Your indiscreet, incorrigible gaze can’t help following the thin trail of hair tracing up to his navel, then the stunning lines of his abs, partly hidden behind his freckled forearms shyly crossed over them. The freckles spread up his powerful arms, gently sunkissed, scattering all over his broad shoulders.
Is he actually hiding, though? Doesn’t he know he looks like he was carved by the gods themselves?
“Have you done this before?”
The sound of his voice startles you a bit. Ah, right. You were shamelessly staring. It takes you a couple of seconds to force your distracted mind back into focus. “Done what?”
“Skinny dipping?”
“No, it’s my first time. It looks like it’s yours too.” His big, bright eyes drift around like they don’t know where to look. It’s really cute.
“It is,” he admits, now kneeling into the water as well. “I would’ve thought you were used to this.” You arch a single eyebrow in an amused frown.
“What, do I look like I have a professional degree in skinny dipping?”
“No, it’s just…You look confident, it just seemed like it.”
Confident? You’re nowhere near confident—you’re terrified. You try to keep your cool, but it’s probably the first time you’re putting on an act in front of Izuku.
“Well, you’re not so bad at it yourself.” You don’t miss the little blush coating his cheeks at that. “Also, I’m not exactly naked.”
“You’re not exactly dressed either, that’s a...v-very small piece of clothing.” He’s blushing a bit harder, looking away.
“Oh, seems like you paid some attention to my piece of clothing then, good to know.”
Now he’s quite simply scarlet. A very cute, very hot, freckled tomato. He’s so easily flustered, it only makes you want to tease him some more.
“Were your legendary All Might boxers in the dirty hamper? That’s a shame. I’m a bit disappointed,” you say in a mockingly innocent voice.
He doesn’t retort, simply stands there on his knees, shooting you an unreadable look and a little pout. After a few seconds, you open your mouth to continue, only to be startled by a strong splash hitting you in the face.
When you snap out of your shock, hair and face dripping all over your shoulders, you look up at him with what must be the scariest look of betrayal. Or the most ridiculous, apparently, since he starts laughing, louder and louder, and can’t seem to stop.
“Oh, you’re pretty pleased with yourself right now, aren’t you?” You can’t help but chuckle while talking, his laugh is so contagious.
“I am, yeah!” he manages to articulate, only starting to calm down.
As the calm of the forest returns, you watch his eyes go back to their usual round shape bit by bit, his face relaxing again. His smile causes butterflies to fly up and around in a whirlwind deep into your belly. You chuckle a bit at the feeling, almost embarrassed by how he’s making you feel like you’re in some dumb, cliche rom-com movie. On the outside, you must look a bit like a maniac, but he’s a nice guy, so he simply asks, “What is it?”
And before you can overthink yourself out of it, you’re hurling yourself at him. He barely has the chance to stutter a weak, “Wait!” before you’re putting all your weight on him, sinking his head deep in the water. Izuku may well be a nice guy, but you know he isn’t going to let you get away with this, so you’re not surprised when you’re dragged underwater by your legs. He lets go immediately, a bit abruptly, even, like it burnt his hands to touch you.
You both emerge from the water soon, and it takes you a second to get rid of the water blurring your vision, but then it hits you. How tantalizingly close you are to each other now, your bodies an inch away from touching. You’re both on your knees, enveloped in the coolness of crystal clear water and the reflections of the canopy of leaves above your heads. A spark of electricity makes you freeze on the spot; you’re so close to him your breasts slightly brush against his chest.
After a little eternity, you find the courage to look up at his face. He looks mindblowing, really. Despite the two decades you spent together, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen the pure, astonishing details of his freckles from this close. You would remember it, you definitely would. It’s a spectacular view, one of those visual memories that comes back to hit you in flashes. His nose and cheekbones are covered in them, drawing a mesmerizing pattern, more complex than the Milky Way itself. They’re an uncrackable equation, like a weird quirk of nature that you’ll never understand but don’t question anyway. They spread a little more scattered, but still very present, up to his forehead and down to his delicate jaw.
And his eyes—you could just drown in them. There’s this bright, blinding light there that feels like laying in the grass and looking up at the sunlight coating the leaves of this tree, the one you grew up near and always played under.
You swear you didn’t move, neither did he, and still you manage to get even closer to him. Now it’s you against the inexorable attraction that pulls you towards him like a fierce magnet. And it’s a losing battle, you think, as you’re both entering each other’s personal space like you share just one.
There’s nothing friendly about the way he can’t look you in the eye, seemingly too obsessed with your lips. You drop your gaze to his and find them calling for you. It’s been so long, now the thought of kissing Izuku seems unfamiliar despite being ever-present in your imagination for so many years. Like repeating a word so much it ends up becoming a series of meaningless sounds to your confused mind.
He’s the one who finally closes the distance, his lips landing on yours so softly you can barely feel them. He doesn’t move, simply content with the contact. You’re both eight years old again for a minute. The kiss feels like the little peck a kid would finally give to his crush in the middle of their school’s playground before running away to his friends.
Time seems to stop for God knows how long, and after what feels like no time and forever all at once, his lips move hesitantly against yours, bringing you back to reality. Right then, it all crashes on you like a tremendous wave. The distant echo of your mothers’ voices from the kitchen and the stupid cartoons they made you watch so they could talk for ten more minutes. The games alone together because no one wanted to play with you two weirdos. The piggyback rides, the dumb jokes, the video games (you always won). The neverending texting sessions at night because one of you couldn’t sleep. The fights that never lasted long enough to see the next sunrise because you both are way too weak for each other. All those stupid places that wouldn’t have looked half as breathtaking if it weren’t for him.
His lips are soft but roughly bitten. Hot and wet from the water and maybe from something else. He doesn’t taste like anything other than home, and that’s more than enough for you. His hands went up to cup your face at some point, but you’re too drowned in all the feelings coming up to the surface to pay attention to anything other than his soft mouth pressing on yours, more and more, opening up—
And it’s already over. You only notice that you’ve closed your eyes when you open them again when you don’t feel anything against your mouth other than the summer air. When your mind manages to regain any sense of function, the blurry focus of your gaze settles on his eyes. Wide open. Pupils eating up the dazzling viridian that puts the forest to shame. And a terrified expression in them.
He’s looking at you like he hurt you. His lips should still be on yours, kissing and sucking, not frozen like they are right now, obviously trying to express something painful as a few weak sounds pass their barrier before he finally manages to speak:
“Oh—Oh my God, I-I’m s—��
You don’t let him finish his stupid sentence. You don’t think twice before you take his face in your hands and lean in to kiss him again, with shameless intent this time. No more pretending—you’ve been waiting long enough for this and apparently, so has he.
It’s nothing gentle this time when your mouths crash against each other, teeth clashing and lips bruising under the weight of twenty years. You hold to his face like a lifeline, fingers sinking just a bit into his cheekbones, the tip of your nails getting caught in the knots of his dripping hair just above his ears. It’s messy, your noses rubbing before he angles his face better. One of his hands loops around your waist in a tight grip, forcing your chest to crush against his, the other burying in your hair at the base of your skull.
The feeling is electrifying, indescribable. It’s nothing like the pale, miserable depiction of your imagination. It’s discovering life in color when all you’ve always known was black and white.
The water is cool, but his body scorches against yours, burns your skin in the most exquisite way. The kiss is desperate on both parts, but neither of you is confident. His lips suck on yours with tentative motions, and you respond in kind the best you can. They are hungry, starving for flesh but don’t know how to hunt.
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Your hands are gripping more and more of his hair, pulling harder, sending waves of heat all the way down his groin, and he’s not sure he can hide the bulge growing there for much longer.
He has to be sure, he has to be absolutely certain you want this as much as he does, because once he starts, he may not be able to stop. But you feel so good, all pressed against him. Your skin feels so soft under his hand at the small of your back he has to dig his nails in the skin of your waist so he doesn’t cross a line. But the curve just above your ass is begging for him to grip at the tender flesh and squeeze, fill his hands with it. He’s been dreaming about this for so long.
No, he can’t just hurl himself at you like a hunting wolf the first chance he gets—what kind of friend does that?
It takes him every bit of focus he has left to break the kiss, to part away from you. You have to discuss this, he can’t just throw away twenty years of friendship! Now you’re looking up at him with puppy eyes saying, ‘Why won’t you play with me?’ He breathes out a shaky sigh, and begins:
“Um, look. Believe me when I say I’ve wanted this for a very, very long time, and I love you so, so much. As a friend, I mean.” He sees you frown at this, catches a glint of something he doesn’t like in your eyes, then panics. “No, no, no, I mean, a-as a friend, but also more than that, o-obviously. But I don’t know what you want, you might be...d-disappointed, or...um—” His face starts heating up like it hasn’t in ages. He takes another breath, tries to clear up the muddled mess happening in his head. “Look, I just want the best for you, but you look...good, very good, and you’re making things very difficult for me, doing...this—”
“Izuku.” The deafening hubbub filling his mind falls suddenly silent, your voice a comforting, steady rock for him to cling to when his mind is storming out of control.
“Yeah?”
You get even closer to him, since he gradually set some distance while mumbling his anxious thoughts out again. You cup his face in your hands, a gentle, featherlight touch, and look up at him with determination in your eyes. You pull his head down a bit to settle on yours, your foreheads and noses connected, never breaking eye contact. Your lips graze over his, both your breaths mixing there, your voice a quiet whisper as you speak again. “Do you want me?”
Out of the jittery mess of his mind, the answer comes out like evidence, plain and simple: “Yes.”
“Then shut up and kiss me.”
You take action immediately, kissing him once again and this time he doesn’t hesitate to put his—still rather shaky—hands on you. The feeling of you is addicting, pushing his insecurities further in the back of his mind. He starts at your waist, running his thumbs there, feeling the goosebumps rising on your skin. They wander up your spine, counting every single bump of your bones, all the way to your nape. Then dragging them back down to settle on your hips, his fingers digging in the soft flesh. The little sigh you breathe on his lips causes an impressive amount of blood to run straight to his dick. 
Your mouth is distracting, dizzying, sucking on his bottom lip, nipping playfully. His tongue slides over your lips, then against your own when you open up immediately for him. You’re pressing against him even more, your breasts rubbing against his naked chest and he swears you’re going to be the death of him. You’re hanging from his shoulders by now, your arms circling his neck, still gripping a handful of green hair, pulling. You have to stop doing this—he might cum right away. He doesn’t say it aloud, only lets a moan escape him into your mouth.
He wanted this, wanted this for so long, and now that it’s real, it’s beyond everything he could have imagined. The heat of your skin, the weight on his shoulders as you cling to him, your breath in his mouth, your little sighs.
He’s only now noticing that his hands have gone to reach their destination with a mind of their own. They’re on your ass underwater, feeling the white, wet lace, the sole cloth on your entire body—that thing is just there to tempt him. He’s unsure if you like what he’s doing until you release a whimper, louder this time, enough to send a vibration against his mouth (and straight to his cock at the same time).
Suddenly, he wants to taste a lot more of you. You’re all open up to him for the first time—he has to. He trails a series of open-mouthed kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, savoring every little sigh escaping your lips, then to your neck, dragging his tongue up the column of your throat.
The water is fresh all over you, and he doesn’t miss the shivers running up and down your skin at the contact of the twilight breeze. He needs to warm you up, needs to make you feel good, needs everything to be perfect for you. With his hands still on your ass, he trails lower down to your collarbone, allowing some occasional nips on the way that have you shaking. He freezes, looking up at you from there.
“Is this okay?”
The answer comes out breathy, a little desperate: “Yes, yes, please!” It sends a wave of heat all over him, the way you like what he’s doing to you, the way he’s making you feel good.
He’s not experienced or anything, only had a few hookups a couple of times, so he’s not very confident in his capacities, aside from running his hands all over you because that’s how his instincts are manifesting. You know him better than anyone—of course you would know how lost he could be in this kind of situation. But he also knows you’re not much more experienced than him, and that thought is comforting.
He’s experienced in one thing, though. He feels like the worst, filthiest person on the planet for this, but it’s astonishing the number of times he jerked off to the thought of what’s happening right now. How many times did he fuck his hand in the shower thinking about the water trickling down your skin, about licking it off your breasts all the way up to your neck.
So he does what he’s been dying to do for years. your breasts are just above the surface, so he sits on his heels and licks down your chest. When his tongue finally reaches your nipple, giving it a tentative lick, you let out a gasp, encouraging him to get bolder. And he does, closing his mouth on it like it’s the sweetest lollipop; it’s all cold and hard and raised from the water, but it warms up really quickly against the furnace of his mouth. His right hand leaves your ass to cup the neglected other, running his thumb against the bud, squeezing the flesh. That’s when you reach out to bury a hand in his hair, and pull again. God, you can pull on his hair all day and night like this; he’ll never get enough.
His left hand, still on your ass, rises up to the small of your back, feeling you arching more and more, pushing against his mouth. A harder nip has you gasping and he lets his hands run all over you, wandering without direction. It’s messy and urgent; he can’t help it—you feel so good, so soft under his hands. He’s like a kid getting to open his Christmas gifts in the morning after an endless, sleepless night waiting for Santa.
You trail your hand down his chest and his abdomen, a gentle reminder that the power he holds right now could slip through his fingers any moment. He’s willing to give it to you, especially since he doesn’t really know what to do next.
Like you just read his mind, you take his hands in yours, stopping their chaotic race. He’s feeling himself flush a bit—was he going too fast for you? Did he scare you? Or did he just let himself become overwhelmed by his feelings and it didn’t feel good for you? His eyes are looking down directly at your naked chest, he realizes he never took a proper look at them, too busy throwing himself to taste them. They look just as good as they taste, as beautiful as the rest of you.
Tentatively, he raises his eyes to find your reassuring gaze and fond smile. You lead his hands down slowly, setting them on your hips, over the criminal lace fabric preserving your modesty. Your foreheads connect again, but you never break eye contact. Lacing your fingers together, you guide his thumbs into the elastic on both sides, and now that he gets what you’re trying to do, his mind just stops.
Your voice is barely a whisper, a mesmerizing caress on his lips when you speak again. “I think I’ve waited long enough, Zuku.”
Your tone is fond, but you sound so desperate, it’s unbearably cute. His mind fogs up, the smoke of your words filling his skull and he wants to drive you as mad as you drive him. Sure, you’ve waited a lot, but so has he. He isn’t going to rush this, not if he has any say in it.
He slides your panties down your thighs underwater inch by inch. It’s even too slow for him; right now he just wants to rip the stupid piece of lace off of you and fuck you and him both stupid in the water, hard and fast. But even more than that, he wants to take his time with you, wants to take you apart piece by piece. And the testy whine it elicits from you makes it all so worth it.
You shift a bit so he can take your underwear completely off and, in a second, it lays abandoned on the sandy ground of the shore. Just knowing you’re now completely naked in front of him, it sends boiling desire flowing through every single vein in his body. He can’t see that part of you yet, the water darkening along with the sky clouding his view beneath the surface, but nightfall can’t do anything about Izuku’s wild imagination. He’s dizzy, feeling himself slowly falling into a half-conscious daze, but you anchor him right where you are, bringing him back to the reality of your arms hooked around his neck.
He rests his hands on your hips, dragging his fingertips down the soft flesh of them. The idea of touching you down there is making his head spin, he can’t wait any longer.
“Can I—”
“Yes, I want your fingers inside me,” you say before driving your lips back against his.
Without further ado, one of them goes straight to your core, making you jump a bit, breaking the kiss just for a second. He runs his index between your folds, feeling hot slick already coming out of you despite the fresh water around. His touch is light, slow, hesitant as it glides up and down, testing the waters. He’s getting a bit further, putting a bit more pressure with every stroke and earning a few pleased sighs from your heavenly mouth.
He expected a sudden reaction as soon as he found your clit, but that doesn’t mean he was prepared for the drawn-out moan coming out of your gorgeous lips, wet from his mouth and from your dip earlier. He wants to hear that again, every day for the rest of his life. He drags his thumb over it, again and again, slow at first, but then quicker and quicker, and your voice grows louder with every speed-up of his finger.
Your hands go frantic over him, running up his chest and down his abs in repeated motions that feel a lot like it’s lust driving your limbs much more than your mind. You stopped kissing him at some point, your mouth too busy expressing every ounce of pleasure you felt to focus on such basic motions. Your face is buried in his neck, your hot breath crushing against his skin.
He presses his index inside, but he’s so focused on what he’s doing, trying not to hurt you, that he doesn’t notice the shift of your own hand leaning down until he feels it cupping the painful bulge in his boxers. His eyes go wide with a gasp, and when he looks at you, you already have a playful, but intense, gaze piercing right through him.
“Did you think I was gonna let you play all on your own, Zuku?” Your fingers graze over the soaked fabric, down his entire length and to his balls, throwing gasoline on the fire that’s been consuming him for ages. “Don’t be selfish,” you whisper directly in his ear as your hands slip his underwear down his thighs.
As soon as the piece of cloth gets to join your forgotten panties on the shore, you wrap your pretty hand around him. And when you start stroking, his eyes roll so hard he swears he can see the inside of his skull. It feels better than he ever could have imagined; it’s blistering, astonishing. The only idea his brain can manage to work out right now is that he wants you to feel just as good.
He only notices now that his fingers stopped moving, and they go right back to a steady pace, but it’s a matter of seconds before he drives another finger into you. Soon, you’re both fucking the life out of each other with your hands. You’re sucking and nipping at his ear, and every single moan he draws out of you ends up turning against him, breaking into the defenses he built year after year by your side. He’s simply fucking into your hand now. He can’t help it, you feel so good. He doesn’t even want to think about what it’s going to feel like to fuck into your tight little cunt, he might cum hard just from the thought of it.
The spongy spot he finds inside you feels like he just struck gold. It’s glorious, the sounds you make right now, higher, louder. You’re tightening around his fingers, but it’s okay—you can crush them for all he cares. He wants you to moan higher for him, wants you to keep riding his fingers like your life depends on it.
“Izuku, ah—I’m close, I’m so close, please…”
“I got you, baby. I got you, shit—”
He quickens the pace again, feels like his fingers are gonna fall off his hand the moment he gets them out of you, but fuck, what his princess wants, his princess is gonna get. Your orgasms shatter the both of you to pieces, and in the bliss of his high, he can hear some birds flying away, scared by the harmonious, but probably very loud, song of your combined moans.
While his cum strikes out by ropes into the water, his clouded mind can only think about one thing.
He needs more of you.
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You can barely stand on your knees, worn out from cumming the hardest you have in your entire life. You actually have to lean on Izuku so you don’t fall into the water head first like some boneless ragdoll. You just let your forehead rest on his shoulder and count the freckles there, splattered in a fascinating work of abstraction.
But apparently, he has other plans. You’re swiftly lifted up and out of the water, huge scarred hands firmly holding the back of your thighs that immediately come to circle his waist.
“Oh, nice. I don’t mind getting carried around like a baby. Where are we going?”
“Not far,” he says with a little grin, walking out of the water. “Do you think you’ll be able to walk?” His voice holds a sarcastic tone, one you’re not used to hearing out of Izuku’s angel mouth.
“I think I can manage, yeah.”
He drops you to stand on your legs, and immediately goes for his backpack. The sun has just set, its last rays of light filling the pink sky over your heads. You can still easily make out everything around you, and Izuku’s body is no exception.
You’re watching him with a raised eyebrow, letting your shameless gaze follow every curve you couldn’t see underwater. The day he started exercising in high school was the day you knew it was over for you. It was the day you couldn’t deny what you felt anymore, you couldn’t deny your best friend was everything you needed, and everything you wished for. The physical factor was only a—very pleasant— addition to the list of things that made you fall hard for Izuku Midoriya.
Your eyes linger over his impressive figure, staring at the dimples at the small of his back. You always knew they were here, but you never allowed yourself to look at them, to imagine how they would grow repeatedly hollow with every thrust of his hips into you.
He finally digs out what he was looking for: a plaid picnic blanket, because of course he would have one in there. He’s wearing a little victorious smile when he stands and turns around to spread it on a grassy spot that looks a lot more comfortable than the hard ground. He turns back to you but averts his gaze to the side, hardly looking directly at you for more than a second at a time. The heat of his gaze tracing your curves through quick glances pools deep in your core. 
“You know you can look, right?” You sure aren’t refraining from doing so after all.
His face reaches its usual redness—hasn’t he learned anything from making you cum like crazy with just his fingers? It’s cute nonetheless; Izuku will never change.
He doesn’t answer your rhetorical question, only gives you a shy command in that tentative, very cute voice of his.
“Could you lay down on this for me?”
You saw this coming, but still, you’re a bit surprised he’s asking you that out loud. You gladly oblige with your legs pressed together, slightly bent. It’s another golden opportunity to tease him a bit:. “This isn’t exactly the right use for this blanket. Aren’t we supposed to eat on this?”
He smiles at the ground while kneeling at your feet.
“Maybe that’s exactly what I’m planning to do.”
Your sly smile fades away. His tone is a contradictory mix of shyness and determination, so it’s a bit confusing but also unbearably hot—you swear an astounding wave of heat is crashing through your deepest parts, untouched, just from some words and a funny tone. You rub your thighs together before he grabs and parts them to slip himself between them.
He crawls over you and leans down to kiss you, a bit more confident than earlier. His hips are pressing between your legs, where you can feel his hardness best.
He’s rutting more and more against you as the kiss intensifies. You could think it’d be a lot less exciting now that you know he’s going to eat you out, there’d be no suspense. Wrong. The little shit apparently likes to tease you to death, because he left your lips to kiss your face, nip at your neck, suck at your ears. Dragging his devilish hands everywhere, pressing harder each time you get louder. An especially heavy whine makes him buck hard, his mouth back against yours.
“The more impatient you get, the slower it’s gonna be,” he murmurs against your lips, and starts to make his way down to where you want him, kissing every inch of you, clouding your mind with desire. It’s way too much and still not enough; it’s maddening. When he finally reaches down, you’re on the verge of a second orgasm like you hadn’t just come down a few minutes ago.
He’s holding your thighs apart in a firm grip. Just the touch of his fingers burns your skin deliciously, and the look he’s giving you from between your legs...his eyes are clouded, half-lidded, looking at the part of you he’s never gotten to see before. It feels like he’s been looking forever and just a second at the same time.
He finally dips into you, leaving butterfly kisses all over your inner thighs, punctuated by little nips, nuzzling the soft skin. He’s not looking you in the eye anymore, his gaze lingering all over your body—all over except for your face. You can make out a slight blush on his cheeks despite the dimness all around. You know him better than anyone, so you immediately recognize what’s going on in his mind just from the slightest hint in his eyes. He looks like he’s fighting a battle against himself, his shyness against his hunger. And you know who you’re both rooting for.
He finally gives in, and it takes your breath away. A single, slight lick on your clit and you’re gone. And the next ones, more and more intense, more and more hungry, push you further to tumble over your edge. He grunts into your heat, multiple times. Moans like he’s the one squirming under your mouth.
His hands hold a firm grip on your hips, squeezing the flesh and keeping you in place—he doesn’t even give you an inch to move. You can only take and take and take. But you still have the luxury of your free hands, and they rush to bury in the knots of his messy wet curls, your nails dragging, scratching his scalp.
His lips close on your clit and suck just a bit, and before you can refrain, you pull on his hair, hard. He gasps, and the moment you think you hurt him, he breathes his loudest moan, right into you. You’re filled with the vibrations—they spread all over your body, have you throwing your head back, trembling from head to toe.
The louder you are, the hungrier he gets, filling you with his insatiable tongue. You have to look at him right now. And you expected quite a show, but you certainly weren't prepared to see this—him rutting against the ground like an animal. You realize he’s getting off just from your taste, just from eating you out. His hips roll repeatedly, making you salivate just to the thought of those same hips bucking into yours, fucking you into oblivion. And the more he ruts, the louder he gets.
Now if he wants to moan, you’re going to give him a good reason to. 
You hint for him to face you with a light tug on his hair. As soon as he’s back up, he dives in to kiss you. You don’t let him. In a second he’s on his back with you seated on his hips.
“What did I say about letting you play on your own, hm?”
The ‘deer caught in headlights’ look is so cute on him. And the rest is a marvel to look at. You’re straddling him and he has no other choice than to let you devour him with your eyes—not that he couldn’t bounce you off of him with just a thrust of his hips, but he already would have if he wanted to. You let your gaze wander mindlessly over him—it’s surreal. There’s no way he’s actually under you, waiting for you to please him back with his mouth and jaw still shining with your juices. It has to be a dream—it’s always been after all.
You shift so you’re straddling his parted thighs. You can finally take a look at him. The whole thing, that is. His cock is resting against his lower stomach, hard and swollen and thick. It’s a pretty, bright pink, shining with pre-cum at the tip. Your mouth waters just at the sight of it.
He’s looking down at you, his face as flushed as his dick, that usual blush still exquisitely coating his freckles. You take him in your hand, dive in to give a lick to the tip and his head falls back down with a whimper. You let your tongue drag over the whole length on the underside, and your lips close around the tip in a wet smooch. His hips jerk up a bit, startling you.
You finally take him whole in your mouth, and you can feel his whole body tensing under you. You start bobbing up and down, going a bit further each time, earning a series of shameless moans because this boy is loud. You expected him to express himself during sex since he’s such a mumbler—and frankly, it was always one of your biggest fantasies, hearing him come undone because of you, lose any sense of shame and self-restriction when he’s such a anxious person otherwise.
But you could’ve thought about it every night and day and still never be ready for this. It’s sinful. His hand goes to grab your hair just like you did to him, and now you get why he liked it so much. The feel of his nails scratching your scalp is electrifying, soothing and destructive at the same time.
Your tongue hits a precise spot just under the tip and he jerks up again, nearly screams, “Fuck—yes, right there, please—d-do that again!”
And you do, you can only oblige—he asked so nicely. Your lips go up and down, over and over, your tongue grazing this spot with a bit more pressure every single time. You squint over him, and what you find there is a mess. Trying so hard not to buck into your mouth but failing miserably. Sounding like he’s at Heaven’s gate.
“Easy, Zuku. You’re gonna scare the birds away,” you chuckle against him, your lips brushing the tip, dripping with your saliva and pre-cum.
“Do I need to remind you…how loud you were for me earlier?” He’s looking back down at you as he speaks, a tremble in his voice telltale of his approaching climax. “You sounded...so good, baby, I swear...wanna hear you again, wanna make you scream, just for me, fuck—”
You can feel yourself soaking the blanket, can feel the slick trickle down your folds and stain the plaid cotton. Is he aware of what he’s doing? Or is he just saying whatever is going through his chaotic mind? In any case it has you starving. So you let go of his cock and, before he can protest, crawl back to his face and kiss him desperately. Tasting both of your fluids in a mindblowing mix.
You pull back just enough to be able to speak, because you need him to understand you loud and clear when you say:  “Please, Izuku, I need you inside me, I’ve waited so long. Please.”
“Okay, okay, fuck—” He cuts himself off, his eyes slightly drooping like a sad puppy. “I-I don’t have any condoms.”
“You mean you probably have pads in there for me but no condoms?” you say with your eyebrows raised, your mocking tone hinting at a teasing remark, far from criticism.
He frowns in confusion. “How do you know I have pads in there?”
“So the legend turns out to be true. After all these years—”
“Shut up, you’re impossible,” he chuckles heatlessly, resting his hands on your back.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” you assure him with a soft tone.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m pretty sure I’m on the pill, yeah.”
He rolls his eyes, then clarifies, a hint of hesitation clear in his voice.
“No I mean...you’re sure you wanna do this?” He marks a brief pause, takes a short breath. “With me?”
You don’t even think before answering, it slips your mouth like it’s not even your own words: “I don’t want it with anyone else.”
There’s a silence.
“Fuck, that sounds cheesy,” you scoff, looking away.
“It does, but we’re both cheesy idiots, apparently.”
You look back at him. His smile is so fond, so loving; it melts your heart in the best way.
“I wanna be your cheesy idiot,” you say against his mouth, looking right into his eyes, willing to fall in them.
“You always have been,” he nearly whispers. It fills your stomach with familiar warmth, intense and overwhelming, comforting.
There’s a bittersweet taste in your mouth, one of regret and lost time and God, we’re idiots.
Now it’s about time you make up for it all.
You look down at him, rolling your hips against him, dripping all over his cock, coating him in your juices.
“I think I asked you something, didn’t I?”
A whimper escapes him at the feeling. His hips buck up slightly, hands gripping at your back. When you do it again, you don’t get the chance to see his reaction; you’re on your back again, him towering over you, his thigh between your legs.
He’s looking at you with something in his eyes you don’t recognize, but the tone he speaks with has your entire body quaking.
“And you’re gonna get it, sweetheart.”
He holds himself over his left forearm, his hand thumbing at your cheek while the other strokes the whole length of your thigh. Your noses are brushing, your breaths crashing together. Your hands hold tight to his nape, playing with the short hair mindlessly as you’re waiting to be filled, finally.
You feel the stretch instantly. You try to focus on those mesmerizing emerald gems he calls eyes. They look right through your soul, eating you up and you barely feel the pain. He’s taking it slow, inch by inch, giving you all the time you need, caressing your cheek with a tender stroke of his thumb.
“Relax for me, baby.”
Izuku’s voice is a soothing sound over the incessant chirping of the grasshoppers. It was always one of your favorite things to hear, its every tone another blessing to your ears. It’s loving when he asks if you’re okay, comforting when he whispers sweet nothings to you as you cry on his shoulder, heartening when he’s going on about anything he’s passionate about.
He’s kissing every part of skin he has access to, over your face, your jaw, your neck. You feel yourself relaxing around him, and roll your hips up to give him the hint.
When he starts moving it’s still slow and careful. He doesn’t break eye contact, so you can see his every reaction, and he can see all yours. His hand is still playing with your hair, even as his pace speeds up with every second. The weight of him over you feels amazing, it holds him close against you, countless parts of you both rubbing together: your chests, your stomachs, your thighs. He doesn’t even have a lot of space to move. But getting to touch and get touched by him like this, it's incredible. You always had him so close to you, always right there and still so out of reach.
You still need more; you’re insatiable. You need to see him come undone under you, because of you. You push him to roll on his back, and you end up straddling him, setting the pace yourself. You start bouncing up and down on his cock, taking balance on the hard planes of his abs. He immediately reaches up to grab your hips, guiding you along.
His face tenses up, frowning, his nose wrinkling, his lips parted just to let out a series of breathy sighs. He looks wrecked and dizzy and stunning. He’s keeping his eyes open, fixed up on you, specifically on your breasts, bouncing with your every motion. And you can feel his gaze on your skin just as much as you feel his hands gripping harder at the flesh below your hips.
“Eyes up here, Zuku,” you coo with two fingers pointed at your eyes.
He doesn’t answer, only sits up easily and wraps his arms around your waist.
“You look so amazing, you have no idea what you do to me,” he says with a trembling voice, filled with bliss.
Your heart misses a beat at his words, they fill you with warmth and comfort because he definitely doesn’t have any idea what he’s doing to you. He delves his face into your neck, kissing and nuzzling, his breath coming shorter and shorter, crashing against your skin and his hands running all over you. The sound of his hoarse voice resonates through the forest and through your soul, echoing an enchanting song.
With little effort, he puts you back under him so he can pound into you with full force, and your legs immediately come up to wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. Your hands grab his hair, tugging to see if you get the same reaction as earlier, and it doesn’t miss: he lets out a groan right into your ear, speeding up his pace again.
The sky is dark now, and all you can hear are his moans and yours and the slap of your hips coming together repeatedly. Your head is thrown back when he grabs you by the hair, forcing you to turn your head and face him.
“Look at me. I wanna see you.”
“Izuku, I’m gonna—”
“I know, baby. Let go for me, come on.”
Just the feel of his hand trailing down your stomach awakens something in you, this familiar pressure growing tight in your belly. And when his fingers reach your clit, a couple of strokes are enough to have you screaming his name, tightening around him, and pulling him towards his climax with you. His thrusts come franticly as you milk him dry, clawing desperately at his back, panting in his mouth as he leaned down to kiss you through both your climaxes.
As soon as he comes down, he rolls over on his side, still laying close to you, an arm thrown over you. You both take a minute to catch your breaths and, weirdly enough, you don’t hear anything aside from your panting. You really must have scared the birds away. Izuku breaks the silence first.
“Do you wanna...sleep at my place?”
He’s looking over at you and, despite the sky getting dark, you can easily imagine the blush coating his cheeks right now, like he didn’t make you scream his name, drunk on his cock two minutes ago.
You can’t repress your fond smile at his proposition.
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
You take a minute to gather your clothes from all over the place and get dressed, then grab your bag to tug it over your shoulder.
“You got everything?”
Izuku is waiting for you just outside the trees. You take a quick look around, making sure you haven’t forgotten anything, and turn around without a second look at the place.
Because although it was your first time setting foot here, it definitely won’t be the last; you will come back here with Izuku every chance you get, making it your shared secret, your own little wonderland.
You gladly take the hand he’s offering, making him blush a little harder, and you head straight back into the forest together.
You walk side by side as a comfortable silence settles, only disturbed by the grasshoppers’ incessant, boisterous chirping. The sky is utterly dark now, you can make out a few stars shining above the dense trees. You walk at a steady pace, but Izuku is going a bit faster with every step. Soon enough, he’s walking a bit ahead of you, still holding your hand. Another golden occasion to tease his eagerness.
“Are we in a hurry, Zuku?”
In the dark of the night, you struggle to make out the look on his face as he turns around to look at you. A second later, he’s running, and with your hand firmly held in his, you can’t do much but try to follow along. You giggle as you run, and it quickly grows into a belly-deep laughter. He’s fast, doesn’t get tired, but you follow him anyway, probably as eager as he is. You have to zig-zag so you don’t run straight into the massive trees standing in your way.
You get to the car in no time, but you’re both out of breath when you finally get in your respective seats, ready to go home.
Izuku doesn’t even wait to catch his breath before he starts the car, the engine roaring loudly in the silence of the night, probably scaring the birds away for the upteenth time that night. You catch his happy grin in the headlights glow before he heads back into the road.
You have a feeling the night is not over; you’ve only got twenty years to make up for after all.
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sugar sweet
richie tozier x fem reader
category: fluff, fluff, literally just fluff
word count: 3,3k
content warnings: swearing, stealing, slight nsfw (sexual innuendos... bc it’s richie tozier), a driving scene written by a bitch who can't drive, overbearing fluff, sonia
a/n: hello here’s a lil soft fic i wrote in a hyper state today <3 i had ‘beverly’ by ben wallfisch from the it 2017 soundtrack stuck in my head while i wrote the ending so !! enjoy
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"sweetheart, if you don't put your head back in, i'm afraid i'm gonna have to marie antoinette you."
you laughed dismissively at his empty threat, feeling a grin take over. you let the wind crash against your face and through your hair, the scent of sea salt softly filling your nose. if richie thought that you were going to give this feeling up, oh, was he wrong.
despite what he was saying, the sight of morning sunlight streaking through your flying hair and your torso poking out the passengers' window was one richie wished he could get used to. despite his nagging for the past half hour, ranting about the dangers of vehicular manslaughter and mishaps, he couldn't help but beam at your laughter. 
he almost hit himself in the head for getting all worked up about safety like eddie always did, but it was something he found himself doing often with you. keeping you safe and sound was one of the few things that kept him from staying up all night. besides, you guys were going to see eddie and the rest of the losers in a bit anyways. the designated role of the pedantic worrier would soon be shrugged off richie's shoulders.
keeping one hand on the wheel, richie’s free hand never left the edge of your knee, not once in the hour-long drive. no matter how far you reached your body out his car's window, his fingers stayed glued around you. you never said anything about the gesture apart from placing your hand over his. being his was something you never got used to, but you were far from complaining.
"richierichierichie i think we're here!" you exclaim, ducking your head back inside the car.
"you sure, dummy? the massive ferris wheel and circus tent means we're close to the carnival?"
your hand leaves his to go shove his temple, "fuck off, rich."
"i know i know, you're really excited," he taps your knee, "so am i."
he pulls into the parking lot, expertly navigating his way through the crowded area before finding a space. an empty space which was coincidentally beside a sketchy beat-up minivan painted with "URIS," in fat letters.
richie laughs, "what are the fucking odds.”
his hand moves from the skin on your knee to the back of your seat, his body shifting to face the rear. you subtly eye your boyfriend sitting in the driver's seat and tried not to physically express any of the thoughts firing in your mind right then. dear god, did he look good today. you end up shamelessly staring at him as he strains his neck to squeeze his way through tight space. his knuckles turn to this ghostly shade of white when he flexed them against the wheel, his rings glinting under the sunlight.
once he finally put the car in park and shifted his weight back to you, he catches your gaze. throwing a wink, he pulls out the keys and stuffs his belongings into his jean pockets. 
you’re sure he has zero clue about the effect any of this had on you. sure, he was your boyfriend but sometimes you found yourself feeling scared at how much you liked him. this boy has you wrapped around his finger and he barely knows half of it.
you reach over and run your fingers through his unruly hair a couple more times, enjoying the way the curls bounce back. “you look so good, rich.”
he rolls his eyes at your remark, but you don’t miss the way a small blush reaches tips of his ears. “enjoy it while it lasts, i can’t let the guards recognise me again.” 
“i still can’t believe you got fired and banned on the same day, rich. that’s genuinely so impressive, you know that?"
richie rolls his eyes but you see the hint of a grin on his face, “you going soft on me, sweets?”
“could never.” you ruffle his hair, letting your nails glide along his scalp and you laugh at the way his head naturally tips back. richie had no clue why the feeling of your hands in his hair that made him short-circuit, but he wasn’t complaining.
“do we really have to go see them...” richie groans, grabbing your hand and placing it back onto his head when you pulled away.
“richard tozier. i did not pester you to drive us an hour away just so you could fold at me playing with your hair.”
he side-eyes you. “why did i agree to this again?”
“because every day for the last month you wouldn’t shut up about ‘taking eddie’s slushee v-”
“ed’s slushee virginity, riiiight,” he breaks out in a smile, “jesus, can you believe sonia never let him near one in his entire life?”
you tug his fringe towards you and the rest of his head followed, “well, now that he’s all alone there, someone’s got to be there to guide him through his first time, right?” 
he faux-pouts back at you, the mischievous glint in his eye sparkling brighter. “fine.”
finally, you let go of his hair and he pecks a kiss against your cheek before putting on his sunglasses and tipping his cap further down his face. opening his car door, you sit there dumbfounded as you watch the 6'2 disguised dork clamber out of his side with your tote bag on his shoulder.
he glances back, offering a hand as if you were going to climb out on his side as well, “c’mon, we don’t have all day.” and richie made sure you knew that by dragging you through the park, evading the guards left and right in under a minute. it was only so long before you spotted a group of idiots wandering aimlessly. bev’s bright red hair was the instant identifier, and watching this bill’s lanky frame grab a fistful of stan’s curls to yank it about sealed the deal. 
“stanley, darling,” richie yelled through the crowd, “if you wanted someone to pull your hair that badly you could’ve asked me nicely.”  “shut the fuck up, trashmouth!” stan yelled back. “wait. rich?”
you walk over and sling your arm around bev, “you guys haven’t been waiting long, have you?”  she grins at the sight of you, “no, but if i have to hear mike argue one more time that the high striker is apparently ‘broken’ i’m going to kill somebody.”
“do me a favour and kill me, bev!” stan’s voice cuts through, followed by a shriek when richie too grabs a handful of his hair. 
bev’s hand leaves yours to go smack both boys upside the head. “y’all better stop acting like children before i get fucking fired. i’m not going out like dumbass richie here did.” she eyes the rest of them, who all halt in their tracks.
“yes, ma’am,” the chorus sighed.
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"ed's, i swear on your mother's smokin’ bod that blue is the. best. flavour. there's literally nothing wrong with it."
"you just called blue a flavour, richie-”
"because it can be. it doesn’t matter if blue and red colouring are the same, you can feel the difference.”
"no, i really can't. i don't understand how the colour blue could possibly be-"
richie groans, "fine, eat your mommy's packed lunch like the big boy you are." he teasingly starts to wave his cup in front of eddie's eyes.
"quit it, rich. if eddie doesn’t want toxins in his body, leave him be." ben interjects before sipping his own neon drink.
the boys huddled together around a picnic table they had managed to snatch before the carnival’s lunch rush swept over. richie and bev used to work in the carnival last summer, the two-week period spent with one another supposedly being “worse than the devil’s asscrack.” the comment itself earned richie five slaps, one each from the boys, and a high-five from bev. that was until richie got permanently banned (which you still don’t know how) and now bev carried on by herself whenever they roll back into derry. 
currently, you and bev were on your way back from the concession stands, attempting not to spill anything. you each held at least four bags of carnival foods and drinks in your arms, bev also balancing the few candy bars she stashed under her shirt. teeter-tottering your way back to the boys, richie burst out in laughter at the sight of you struggling. 
“as graceful as a job you’re doing with that, sweets, do you want some help?” he smirks, already swinging his leg over the chair.
“nope, nothing to see here,” you groan at richie’s smug grin. “rich, i swear to god if you come near me i am going to-”
“hurt me, hit me, murder me, mmhm. i’m sure you’ll do a whole lot of damage.” he winks, swiping the bags from your arms.
“freaky.” stan muttered, churning his slushee with the straw. you grumble at richie’s endearing irritating act of heroism and plop yourself next to stan empty-handed. 
“here, you want some?” stan raises an eyebrow, offering his blue slushee towards you.
“thanks stan, but he’s got my...” you glance towards richie, half-expecting to see him distributing the snacks, only to see him aggressively nudge the slushees in eddie’s face. “you know what, i’ll take it.” 
stan scoffed, “what, you thought i was offering this from the depths of my generous heart? i thought you knew me better-"
the sound of plastic crinkling and eddie’s yelp cut through stan’s sentence. 
you look back at the sight of richie threatening to pour the ice into eddie’s hair, eddie shrieking and wildly missing punches at richie. dear god, your boyfriend was such a menace. richie and eddie never spent a day where they weren’t at eachother’s throats though, but anyone with a pair of eyes could see that they deeply loved one another. rich had that effect on people, you think. he was rarely overtly loving, but it’s not like he needed to be. you guys just knew.
ben smiles sweetly between you and your gaze on richie. “you’re staring again, y/n.”
you immediately snap out of it and go to slug ben in the shoulder. “was not.”
“was too.”
"was. not."
"was too!"
you narrow your eyes at ben who sheepishly smiles in innocence. he reaches over to grab a couple onion rings from your bag to which you lightly slap the back of his hand. he groans, trying again from another angle, “just because i pointed out your goo-goo eyes at trashmouth?”
bev snatched a couple rings from across you and threw them at ben. he chuckles gleefully at the perfect catch. “you know, he’s not wrong,” she points out.
“for the last time, i wasn’t staring,” you groan.
“not about that, genius. the way you’re absolutely whipped for that dick.” she smiles. “i mean,” you barely conceal your smirk, “the dick is pretty g-”
"not what i meant," bev sighs while the rest of them groan at your words.
“seriously though,” bill asks with genuine curiosity, “how did you even end up together? how do you even like someone that much?” bev tuts from the other side, “tread lightly there, denbrough.” 
“shut up, you know what i mean. it’s trashmouth we’re talking ’bout here.” bill grins, “it’s a mystery how someone can shut him up so quick.”
you laugh to yourself, thinking about the few times you get to see richie completely speechless. “it’s not that hard, you know?” you shrug softly at the way the losers nod. you may all pretend to hate the life out of him but he always had a special place in each of your hearts. “he cares with everything he’s got, no matter what. he’s always there for you even if you don’t want him to be. i just...i don’t think he’s been anything less than...” 
“-if you say ‘perfect’, i’m going to hit you.” stan says.
you roll your eyes at stan, “fuck off, but... but yeah. it’s so easy to love him and i honestly owe you guys an apology for being so annoyingly whipped for that dork,” you joke.
aside from the distant bickering coming from richie and eddie in their own little world, a silence hung over the six of you. it was too quiet. wondering if you said something wrong, you scan over them, only to be met with six variations of a smirk. more than confused, you chuckle nervously. “i was joking about the apology thing but if you really want-”
“you said ‘love.’” bev laughed.
“what?”
“you said ‘love,’” she repeated. “that you loved him.”
“i... of course i love him, he’s..” not trusting any more of the words coming out of your mouth, you cut yourself off and gather your thoughts.
of course you loved richie. each and every one of you loved your resident trashmouth, he was one of your best friends. the two of you were the closest of friends, an insufferable duo for years before you began dating. it might have only been a few weeks since he asked you out, but it’s not like too much changed from when you were friends. 
there was only more love, more affection, only slightly more sexual innuendos (majority of them were solely just to piss off stan). 
so of course you loved him. more than you did when you were friends. which he’s gotta know... right?
“fuck, maybe i do owe you guys an apology.” you joke.
“don’t think twice about it, this is nothing compared to him. if i took a shot for every time he went on some sort of love ramble about you, i’d be fucking dead.” bev replies, “and then he would carry on.”
you laugh, shaking your head in denial, “c’mon, he does not do that.”
“are you blind?” mike speaks up. “you’ve had him since the first day you joined us at the barrens. i can still see fourteen-year-old richie ogling you clear as day.”
you stammered at your response, tripping over your words. “mike, i think you broke her. she’s become bill,” stan teases.
you go to shove stan again and sorely miss. “anyways, my point is...” 
you avoid their eye contact and go back to churning stan’s slushee. “he has my heart, fuck, he’s got all of our hearts. like, is he an asshole? sure. does he get on my nerves every other day? definitely. will he be the death of me? probably. but i l-”
“i sure hope you’re winding up to something there, sweets.” 
you snap your head up from your dreamy rambling to see richie smirking next to you and eddie squeezing himself next to bill. you feel yourself go bright red at the realisation that he had been listening. 
“i- no. that was it.”  
“you sure? you going off about me... ‘but’...” richie pushes, quoting your words.
“richie, if you genuinely think you have redeeming qualities, i suggest some self-reflection.” stan quipped. “yeah, i was just pointing how much you bother us. no ifs, no buts,” you jokingly agree.
“mean,” richie rolls his eyes, shifting back in his seat next to you.
he’s gotta know... right? 
you wink and stick your tongue out playfully, to which richie raises an eyebrow at. he glances between the blue drink in your hand and your tongue, his gaze on your lips making you nervous. 
“now, what?” you sigh, wiping the ice from your mouth and pretending that you weren’t dying to know what was churning in that brain of his. 
“nothing,” richie shrugs smugly, “just that i’ve always wanted to know how my cock looked blue.”
the comment took you off guard, your instant blush only fuelling richie’s grin. without hesitation, you lean over with a faux-pout, an act that has richie’s eyes wide. “careful there, trashmouth,” you tease loudly. “you keep this up and you’ll see how stan’s looks blue.”
bev immediately gasps with her hand over her mouth, followed by mike’s stifled cackle as he slapped richie’s back. the rest of the group looks frankly stunned, and stan’s face is on a whole different level of red. 
richie doesn’t even look the least bit angry. his jaw is dropped slightly and he runs his hand over his jaw, trying to stop the chuckle that leaves his throat. if anything he looks proud. 
shaking his head with a smile, he slings his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer. “that’s my girl,” he grins.
“yeah, that for sure is tozier’s,” bill says.
there’s no way any of you miss the way richie’s face goes red under that comment and your heart skips a beat when he squeezes your side. when no one’s looking, you lean up and kiss by his ear, absolutely delighted by the deeper shade of red on his face. 
“darl, if you don’t stop that i’m going to go as red as stan,” he whispers into your hair. the both of you look back at the boy who’s trying to concentrate on his slushee and not the blush that’s continued to creep to his neck. “i’m actually getting concerned.”
you giggle, “shh, he’s fine.”
“no really, i give it a couple seconds before eddie pulls out his medical fanny pack,” richie says.
you look up at him as you’re tucked into his side, his arm still slung around your shoulder. his dark hair and eyelashes caught the sunlight, his blue eyes glinting as he glanced back. his lips were tipped into their signature cheeky smile, almost like a cue that he was going to say something out of hand. you felt the swell of your heart grow as he raised his eyebrows, prompting what he knew you were going to say. 
“you know, earlier...” you whisper, looking down to his hand intertwining with yours. “i just... i wanted to say that i... you know... that i-”
“i feel like i should be offended at how hard it is for you to tell me you love me, sweets,” he whispers back, clearly trying to keep a straight face.  fuck.  “oh god please, you know i-” richie shushes you, kissing the crown of your head. “it’s okay, i know.” you can feel the curve of his lips against your hair. “i love you too.”
trying to tame the aggressive blush and stupid smile that reached your face, you follow his gaze over to eddie. just like richie joked, he had this fanny pack laid on the table in front of stan. you weren’t listening to anything they were saying, but you watched the way stan was squirming from eddie, insisting he did not have heatstroke. mike stood right behind stan, pinching his cheeks and periodically wrapping his strong arms around stan to stop him from squirming. bev was leaning across ben and bill’s laps, joining in and poking her fun at eddie and you notice how bill’s hands traces figures along bev’s side. ben gazes at the group of them, chiming in every so often when stan’s quips got too violent. 
it was one of those moments you wish you could freeze. 
after a while, richie whispers into your ear. “do you think they’d even notice if we left for the ferris wheel?”
you break your eye contact from the group to gaze up at him. “nope, not at all. you think you can sneak us some tickets?” 
“please, you think i got kicked out of here for nothing?” he scoffs.
“is this how you’re going to get banned again?” you grin, poking his side, “stealing tickets for your girl?”
with a soft smile, he takes your hand to subtly stand and back away from the group. with stifled giggles, the both of you manage to make it at least twenty feet without the losers even noticing. the second you two were out of earshot, richie wraps his hand around yours and begins to run, “i wouldn't want it any other way."
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oct. 16, 2020 | strength kink + mating press
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Pairing: Pro-Hero!Kirishima Eijiro x F!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Aged Up Characters, Pro-Hero!AU, Too Much Plot!!!, Exhibitionism, Mating Press, Strength Kink, Unprotected Sex, Wall Sex, Possessive Dirty Talk, Bakusquad Being Bakusquad, Resolved Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Confessions uwu, Cheesy Rom-Com Shit lmao, Crying During/After Sex, no beta we die like men.
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It hits you like a bag of bricks one day, and you really don’t know why it took you so long to notice. Objectively, through almost three years of high school and friendship, you knew Eijiro was attractive. Bubbly and cute and very fit, some part of your brain knew. And yet he was always just your goofy guy friend and nothing more.
You're not quite sure what it was about the incident that changed the way you saw him. It had been entirely accidental, and quite easily could have never happened at all.
You could have lived your life in blissful friendship with the young man forever, and your heart would probably be less bruised for it.
But you had to go and fall off that damn practice course back in third year. Slipped right off the edge climbing up for your turn to run the fighting simulation. Kirishima had just finished his run, and stood shirtless and sweating off the edge, gulping down the water you brought him while waiting your turn.
"Break a leg!" He offered cheerily, bright grin and pointed teeth, broad chest flushed and heaving from exertion. You'd smiled back and waved, jumping up onto the platform and completely whiffing the landing.
You yelped, flailed, and fell right back the way you came. You prepared for impact, twisting like a cat with every intention of landing on your feet.
Instead, you land right on a burly, damp chest. Kirishima grunts, but doesn't even stumble under your weight. He bends his knees, clamps a single arm just under your butt, and catches you with ease. You gasp, coming nose to nose with your red headed friend. He doesn't even drop his water bottle from his other hand.
Kirishima laughs while hitching you up against him til your legs squeeze his sides, brows arching playfully. "I didn't mean literally!"
You were still marveling at what just happened when Eijiro crouches, bends his knees and deposits you gently on the ground, before rising to his full height above you.
You vividly remember your hands gliding down his body; one along his bulging bicep and thick forearm, the other over the topography of his chest. You glanced up at him with wide eyes, and blinked quickly with your revelation. "Uh. Thanks?"
Kirishima winked, fixing his messy bun on top of his head. "Any time! You better get up there before Aizawa chews ya out!"
And that's how you literally fell for your best friend. Nothing has been the same. Certainly it wasn't a surprise that he was strong then or now. He's a hero--his body is his weapon, and there are plenty of strong man heroes like him around! That's what you tell yourself years later and several failed relationships that never quite make you laugh or feel as tingly as Eijiro does.
It's depressing how you got friendzoned before you even knew it. Countless days of having fun and heartfelt moments with Kirishima that aren’t anything more than that. Multiple days spent wishing you were out on a date with him, and nights spent imagining it’s him fucking you into your mattress just to get off.
Not to mention the tears shed when he dates someone else. Forced smiles and forlorn sighs when witnessing his love being turned towards another. The guilt you felt for hoping he might turn to you for something other than comfort when those relationships ended, and found you two spending late nights watching funny movies and talking long into the night.
Your relationship is built off of long years of respect, support, and laughter. For so long you’ve been afraid of ruining your friendship with any sort of an admittance to how you feel but, you’re growing tired of pretending. The older you get, the more you want from him. At the very least you’ll be proud of yourself for being honest and maybe will get some closure if things don’t work out. You’re confident that Kirishima’s heart of gold will prevent your friendship from going down the drain if he doesn’t return your feelings, because he’s simply such a good person.
You sigh wistfully at the thought, gazing out on the snowy forest whisking past outside the car. Mina and Hagakure chat excitedly from the front seat as the car makes its way up the winding road towards the cabin that was rented out for your yearly friend vacation.
"What's up with you?" You glance around, meeting Jirou's perceptive gaze.
You chew on your bottom lip, your heart swelling with nerves. “Um. I think I’m gonna tell Eiji.”
Her eyes widen and she grins. “Hell yeah! I think you should!” You smile back, snuggling into the big hoodie you’re wearing. Through the front windshield, you can see the car that the boys are riding in, and even the thought of the big red head has your heart racing.
The cabins get better every year as you and your friends grow more successful with the passing years. This one is massive, huge logs stacked on top of each other and standing upon a massive stone slab. The roof peaks towards the snowy valley below, and when you’re all finally inside, rooms chosen and luggage discarded, you find the huge windows in the open living room facing the same direction. It’s cold inside, though the floors are heated and Bakugo starts a fire after much complaining from everyone else.
“God, chill,” he gripes, tossing logs into the fireplace under a huge TV.
“That’s what we are doing, dude!” Kaminari whines. Bakugo only scoffs and sends the other blonde a stink-eyed glare over his shoulder.
You feel an arm around your middle, tilting your head back to catch an eyeful of sharp, straight white teeth.
“You wanna warm up on the couch?” Eijiro asks. You swear he’s gotten taller since high school, and definitely stronger. You know he keeps a strict workout schedule and eats like it’s what he was born to do. Even though His sweater and jeans, you can feel the heat radiating off of him.
You nod eagerly, letting him sweep you over towards a couch. He plops down, opening up an arm for you to snuggle under. A throw blanket is dragged over the both of you, and you give him a big hug.
“It’s been a while, huh?” He asks with a pleased sigh, pressing his nose into your hair. The two of you watch your friends explore the house and relax in their own ways, but this is the perfect way to relax for you.
“Yeah,” you sigh, cuddling against his broad chest. “I’m really happy to be here and get away from the city.”
“Me, too!” He says, giving you a smile when you lean your head back. He rubs his hand against your arm. “Catch me up on what’s been happening with you.”
You do, and he listens with all of his attention. He laughs and hums and asks questions.
“What about that guy you were seeing?” He asks, flicking his eyes over your face, plucking at a thread on your sweater.
You shake your head. “We broke up like a month ago.” He nods, squeezing you in a hug, and you laugh. “It’s fine, Eiji. It wasn’t going to work out anyway.”
He sighs warm into your hair. “Don’t say that. I’m just sorry you got hurt.” You whine and press closer, and he laughs a little, pressing a kiss to your forehead. It’s pleasantly warm, makes your eyes droop, and you’re content to stay in his hold for as long as he’ll let you.
Which, unfortunately, isn’t very long. He’s in the middle of updating you on an injury he got when Sero comes strolling into the room with a cheeky grin on his face.
“Hate to interrupt the cuddle puddle, but we drew the short straws on cooking first, remember?” He claps Kiri on the shoulder, who doesn’t seem put out at all.
“Right!” He turns to you, and you pout but move away from him. As Sero moves to the fancy kitchen on the other side of the room, Kiri presses another kiss to your forehead. “Let’s keep talking later, okay?”
You nod and sigh wistfully as he leaves, standing yourself to finally go take a warm shower. Dinner is lively, though everyone is tired from travelling and no one stays up too late. You find yourself alone on the bench seats by the big windows, only the flickering glow of the fire and a soft kitchen lighting illuminating the far end of the living room where you sit.
“Are you gonna go to bed?” You lift your head, glancing over your shoulder, away from the swirling snow out the dark window. Eijiro smiles at you, looking cute in his sweater and the black sweats he’d changed into after dinner. His hair is pulled up into a messy bun, having long given up on spiking his hair every day.
You glance around the large living room. It’s empty, and you don’t recall when everyone else had filed out. Your heart races, glancing back up into Eijiro’s curious, wide-eyed look.
You hug your thighs closer to your chest and shrug. “I think I’ll be up a little longer,” you whisper. You know you’re giving him that look. The one that he’s told you he can’t resist, a confession that still makes your heart race thinking about.
He tilts his head like a puppy, looking you up and down with twisted lips. With a thumb over his shoulder to the empty kitchen, he asks, “You want some hot chocolate? On me?” His smile is teasing, almost flirty, and while you laugh you know that’s just how he operates. You nod, and he turns on socked feet, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
You look back to the window, but your eyes are focused on Eijiro’s blurry reflection as he works. You wonder if this is it. Is this your chance to finally say the things you want to say? You rest your head on your crossed arms, and wonder if it’s really the choice you want to make? Your relationship will be changed, at the very least for a significant period of time. Is that what you want to do the first night of your vacation with your friends?
Your heart races when you turn to look at him completely. He’s pouring the hot chocolate into two separate mugs, tongue sticking out cutely, and he glances up at your movement. A big, sharp-toothed grin is sent your way that has you smiling back, warmth filling your belly at the sight.
He joins you once again on the long window seat, handing you your mug and crossing his legs across from yours. “How’s it taste?”
It’s perfect. The man has made hot chocolate for you hundreds of times, he knows exactly how you like it, and you tell him so. He sits up straight with a proud little smirk that makes you laugh, taking a big, noisy sip of his own drink.
“It’s nice being out here with everyone,” he says, glancing out towards the moonlit snow beyond the window. “I missed this. It feels like I never get to see anyone anymore.”
You nod, fiddling with the rim of your mug. “Yeah.” You take a deep breath, and glance up towards Kirishima from under your lashes. “I’ve missed you, Eijiro.”
He smiles at you, reaching forward and wrapping a big, comforting hand around one of your ankles. His hand is warm and calloused, and lights up the sliver of skin peaking out from between your leggings and socks. “I’m really glad to see you again. We need to make more time for each other.”
You nod in quick agreement, placing your hand over his. He grins, leaning into the window and getting comfortable. He shifts closer in the process, a big thigh pressed into your shins. His thumb strokes across your ankle, and you let your fingers play across the veins of his wrist.
“Um.” This is perfect. You know it’s the perfect moment. It’s just the two of you, and his fingers are twisting with yours to give them a squeeze. “I actually wanted to...tell you something.”
His brows arch curiously, sipping from his mug. All of his attention is on you, his hand in yours, entirely comfortable and close.
You take a deep breath, squeezing his hand for comfort. He squeezes back, his eyes growing more calculative as he looks you over.
“You don’t have to tell me if--”
You cut him off. “I really like you, Eijiro--”
A loud clatter almost drowns your quiet, thin confession out of the air entirely. You both jump, turning towards the kitchen in surprise. Denki stands by the stove, looking shocked by the little pot Kirishima had used to make you hot chocolate spilled across the floor. In his hand is the handle, empty and unattached.
“What the fuck,” the blond squawks, looking down at the mess on the floor in bewilderment.
Kirishima starts laughing, and releases your shaking hand to stand. “Bro, what happened?”
You feel like you’re about to choke on your own heart, watching your best friend stroll away from you to help Denki clean up, whose griping about missing out on a warm drink and waving the pot handle around. While they’re distracted, you slip away, adrenaline-fueled disappointment making you extra quiet and teary. The cabin is large, and you’re able to hide in a dark hallway near your shared room with Jirou, listening to her, Mina and Hagakure giggle while you compose yourself.
They call your name happily when you finally open the door, smiling too tense and holding tight to your mug of cooling cocoa.
The next day is spent more or less the same, only this time you find yourself avoiding Kirishima, because if you look at him you feel like you might cry. You should have known he wouldn't let it last, of course. He’s as observant as he is empathetic, and immediately notices your odd behavior towards him. He wraps you up in a hug you don’t expect while making dinner with Bakugo, enclosing you from behind and propping his chin on your head.
“You’re in the way!” Bakugo grouches but Kisihima only laughs and stays where he is while you stir the large simmering pot of curry. Even though you’ve been trying to pretend nothing is wrong, and like you didn’t just disappear on him last night, you take a moment to relish in his closeness. He wasn’t wrong last night, when he said it’s been a long time since you’ve had a moment with him, and despite your brain telling you that it’s better if you shrug him off and put some distance between you, your heart warms like you’re standing in the bright spring sun as opposed to wrapped up to suppress the cool grasp of winter and your sadness.
Eijiro tucks his nose down into your hair, and you realize that you’ve slowly been swaying back and forth with him. You huff in annoyance and freeze, feeling him pause in his gentle failed attempt to keep the soothing motion going.
A warm breath is sighed into your scalp. “Are you okay?” His voice is soft, just for you beneath the sound of Bakugo clanging dishes around on the other side of the room. You gulp thick, staring down resolutely into the simmering broth with it’s slowly swirling ingredients. “You left last night, and didn’t--”
“Yeah,” you say loudly, standing upright. It pushes his head up out of your hair, but he keeps himself pressed against your back with his big hands flat against your belly. “Don’t worry about last night. It wasn't important.”
He’s silent, and the longer it drags on the antsier you get. You finally shift out of his hold, avoiding the feeling of his eyes following after you when you cover the pot and move away to help Bakugo with another task.
“Oi, if you’re just gonna stand there, get the fuck out!” The bombastic blond snaps, kicking Kirishima in the butt to solidify his point. You hear Eijiro chuckle, and when you finally get the guts to glance over your shoulder, his broad form is strolling back towards the group sitting near the blazing hearth.
From the stove, Katsuki casts you a narrow-eyed glance. You frown back. “What?” You hiss.
He just snorts, prominent chest jumping. “You’ve gotten worse, huh? I thought you were gonna do something about that.”
Your jaw drops, and he snickers, turning away when you take your own kick at his butt. “Shut up!
He donkey kicks back at you without any real aggression, and you feel your mood lift a little with your footsie war with the irate blonde before he loudly orders you to get back to work and to stop being dumb.
Kirishima seems determined to stick to your side after that. He sits himself next to you during dinner, chatting your ear off. When the group shifts to play board games in the living room, he acts as your back rest, leaning against the couch and curling his legs loosely around where you sit on the floor. Though you find yourself indulging without thinking, you’re quick to sit up and away from him, only to have his hand stroke slowly up and down your back in a motion that, after two glasses of wine, lulls you into a sleepy twilight state.
You don’t even think twice when he asks if you want to be taken upstairs to bed, curling up in his arms as he rises with ease, arms under your back and knees. You don’t think twice about wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling against his neck. The bed you’re taken to isn’t your own, and you find yourself tangled up with Kirishima in a way you haven’t had the chance to sleep in so long. You awaken in his warm embrace, his arm pressing you to his rising and falling chest, his warm breath fanning across your scalp.
You shift, and his arm flexes to keep you close. You can’t help laughing a little against his chest, and you feel his lips curl against your forehead. He presses a series of slow, gentle kisses along your hairline, and you wiggle against him, closing your eyes to the near mind-numbing fondness that overcomes you with his affection.
“Morning,” he breathes against your cheek, pressing another kiss there that almost stings with how wonderful it feels, and you’re mortified by the whimper that cracks from your throat, nuzzling in close to him. Kiri groans, squeezing you closer and rolling onto his back, splaying out with you on top of him like his own personal blanket.
He sighs in delight. “I swear sleeping with you always guarantees me a great night’s rest.”
You have to agree, going limp across his chest and letting your tired eyes fall shut again. He’s so warm, and his hand strokes slowly up and down your back like it had last night. His heartbeat is steady against your ear, calming in its rhythm, and you can’t help stroking him back, all over his chest and sides in a reverence that you haven’t been able to indulge in for a long time now.
Eijiro sighs and squeezes you gently. “What happened last night?” He asks, his voice still rasping with sleep. Your heart jumps, sizzling anticipation across your skin. “You seemed...upset. With me.” You hide your face in his chest at his hurt tone, and he wraps both strong arms around you. “Did...Did I do something?”
He lets you sit with the question in silence. There’s nothing but the beat of his heart and your shared breaths, the soft sound of the wind rustling through the trees out the window. It’s peaceful, almost like it’s just the two of you in your own cabin away from every trouble of the world.
He clears his throat. “Did...Did it have to do with what you wanted to tell me?” He’s so gentle with his curiosity, treading lightly after your cold shoulder yesterday, and it makes guilt eat away at your achy heart.
You take a deep breath and push up onto your hands, where you move them to rest on either side of his head. His eyes are still sleepy but there’s a nervousness in his gaze past his dark lashes. His hair fell from it’s bun the night before, and splays like a crimson halo around him. He looks you over with a deep and caring perception that makes you squirm where you sit on his stomach, and his hands come up to hold your waist, sharp teeth catching on his full bottom lip.
“Yeah,” you say. He squeezes your sides, frowning, and you realize you’re shaking. “Yeah, I was upset that Kaminari interrupted us.”
“I’m sorry,” he says quickly, brows coming down. “I should have realized it was important.”
You shake your head. “No, don’t apologize. You...You couldn’t have known.”
He sits up, the strength of his body taking you with him. You shift back, but he doesn’t let you get farther than his lap. His strong grip keeps you in place as he curls his legs in beneath you. His face is suddenly closer to yours, his hair hanging down around you both.
“There wouldn’t have been a reason for you to tell me you had something to share when we were alone if it wasn’t important.” Eijiro is gazing at you with an intensity that makes you want to look away. You feel too warm and jittery under his drowsy gaze, his hands cupping your hips closer to his.
“I want you to tell me,” he whispers, forehead coming to rest against yours, warm hands finding their way up your shirt somehow to feel your skin. He pulls you closer, and your arms end up around his neck. His proximity makes you feel dizzy, his touch like lightning in it’s eagerness to have you up against him, it seems.
“E-Eiji--” His nose bumps yours--
--and you both hiss when your heads knock together in response to Eijiro’s door slamming open, a grumpy blonde standing in the doorway. “Get up, dumbfuck, we’re going to--oh.”
“Goddamn it,” you gripe from where you fell back on the bedding, rubbing your forehead, eyes tearing up from pain.
“Fuck, are you okay?” Kirishima sounds a little panicky, and when you blink your watering eyes open, you can see that the hardened texture of his quirk receding from between his eyes.
Frustration rises quickly in your chest. “M’fine,” you grunt, pushing on his chest. He sits back, and you quickly slide off his bed. Bakugo stands stiffly while observing in awkward silence, and when you give him a glare he grimaces in apology, shoulders jumping up ever so slightly.
“B...Bakugo, dude, can you, um--” Kirishima cuts himself off when you wave angrily.
“No, it’s fine. I know you guys need to go to town or whatever. I’ll see you later,” you grouch, striding past the huffing explosive hero and quickly down the hall, rubbing at your forehead where Kirishima’s stone-like skin had scraped between your eyebrows.
“Dude,” you hear Eijiro groan, to which Bakugo hisses What?! back rather aggressively. But you just make your way back to your shared room with Jirou, suddenly quite aware of your own sweat beneath your long clothes and the slight smell.
While you sit in the shower and pout, you hear the bathroom door open behind the curtain, Jirou calling out. “Hey, everyone is going to town if you want to come.”
“Uh, I’m good…” You tell her, pulling the curtain aside to watch her prep her toothbrush in the steamy room. She turns, raising her brows at you in concern.
“Did something happen last night? You and Kiri disappeared upstairs, and well…” She gives you a significant look before shoving the toothbrush in her mouth, leaning against the counter.
You groan and disappear back behind the curtain, knowing she’ll hear you over the spray of the faucet. “Every time I try to tell him something gets in the way. I’m just emotionally very exhausted.” You laugh and splash your face, rubbing at your stinging eyes. “I thought it would be easier than this,” you joke.
“There’s still a whole ass week left!” She calls back, and when you glance out again, she smirks at you past the brush, pulling it out again to add, “You’ll definitely get a chance, I know it.”
Your shower is much less emotionally compromised after Jirou’s kind words, and you feel at ease when you walk downstairs and find the cabin quiet and empty. You sigh, hugging yourself as you make your way across to the kitchen, slowing at the foil-covered plate on the island with a bright yellow sticky note on top of it.
In scratchy handwriting, it reads Saved you some breakfast. Let’s talk when I get back? <3
You smile a little at the spiky-haired doodle below it winking up at you with a sharp-toothed grin. You groan and let your head fall next to the plate, heart welling with the love you feel for the red-head.
The longer you sit alone, however, the antsier you get. It’s hard not to overthink, and soon enough you’re standing at the sink with a restless need to do something, filling the fancy deep sink with hot water.
Is it really the right time? You ask yourself as you scrub at the pans and plates. The hot water steams and feels good on your hands with the ambient cold around you. It doesn’t seem like fate wants you to admit anything this week. Something keeps getting in the way, keep stopping you. Maybe it’s just...not supposed to happen?
“Maybe Eijiro knows I love him and he’s doing everything he can to avoid a confession. Or trying to figure out how to turn me down.” You snort after your depressing statement, dry humor leaking out into the silent space around you. “Too nice for his own fucking go--”
Behind you, the floor creaks. You freeze, glancing over your shoulder, surprised by the shock of red just in the entryway of the kitchen from the front of the house.
Eijiro blinks at you, head tilted and frown on his face. Like a big, concerned puppy. For a moment, you think maybe he didn’t hear your dumb musing, but a stone drops in your gut when his face scrunches up in confusion and he says, “Um. What?”
“Nothing!” You squawk, dropping a pan with a clatter. You move around the far end of the counter, and make a weird sound when he frowns more, stepping to follow you at the other end. You freeze, and he pauses expectantly--like a cat chasing a mouse. His mouth opens, but you talk over him desperately. “I-I thought you went to town!”
He blinks quickly, musses his wet and messy bun on the top of his head, scraping back strands of red stuck to his temple. “I--Well, Bakugo forgot his wallet, so--”
On queue, the blonde shouts from deeper into the house, his voice bouncing off the wooden walls from above as he runs down the stairs on the other side of the house. “Hey, Kirishima! Let’s go!” You wonder how you even missed his loud ass feet stomping around, or them opening the door.
“You should go,” you tell him, shuffling back towards the other staircase behind one of the living room walls.
Frustration, an emotion admittedly odd to see on your friend’s face, makes him glower at you. He steps forward, your name terse on his tongue. “Wait, you can’t--”
“KIRISHIMA!” Bakugo yells impatiently.
A scarred brow twitches, and with a tsk, the redhead turns towards the front of the house. “NOT NOW!” You turn your back on him and bound up the stairs, not stopping to listen to the unusual sound of your best friend raising his voice back, not at all amused with the ash blonde like he normally would be.
You hide out and cry for a decent chunk of time. You’re mortified that he heard you, that it wasn’t within your control. He didn’t seem at all happy, and you dread the thought of him returning, but do your best to act normal when Mina and Jirou burst into your room with their shopping bags from the little village, telling you all about how they want to take you there tomorrow when you’re feeling better. Jirou gives you a long look and pauses at the door when Mina leads the charge back down stairs for dinner.
“Are you okay?”
You laugh, shaking your head and swiping at your eye with a sniff. “Uh. Something happened with me and Eijiro and I don’t really want to see him.”
She looks mildly alarmed, but tells you, “Oh. Well, he and Bakugo are still in town. Bakugo texted that they were going to be a bit.”
Anxiety eats away your appetite. You poke at your food, do your best to listen and smile, but find yourself engrossed in your thoughts during the movie you watch. You wonder if they’re talking about what happened. Surely, since they don’t come back til late into the night, near the middle of the movie. You pull the blanket you’re sharing with Sero up to your nose, watching the two strong men come in from the cold.
It’s dark, with only the fire and the TV screen lighting up the space, but you’re still just able to make out Kirishima’s face when he comes down the stairs, no longer dressed for the freezing temperatures outside. He pauses, gaze sweeping over the group. Your heart jumps to your throat when his eyes meet yours. You feel like there’s nothing but the two of you when you lock eyes, and you almost want to vomit with the lack of expression you can garner in the dark.
Bakugo bounds down the stairs, shoulder checking the redhead. They share a look as the blonde shuffles past, finding one of the empty armchairs behind the couch. After a moment Eijiro follows, but you feel like his eyes are boring into the back of your head.
You can barely take it. You’re not even processing anything that’s happening in the movie. Not long after they sit, you end up pushing yourself up onto shaky legs, stepping over and avoiding limbs and people on the floor. You need to get away, find some privacy.
You hate that you’ve let yourself ruin this vacation with your friends, but you’re going to cry again soon and you don’t want to do that in front of them.
The bass of the action scene vibrates through the stairs while you climb up to the second floor. “Fuck,” you breathe, swiping at your eyes. Another booming of bass and a cheer drowns out your yelp of surprise when a hand loops around your elbow and tugs you around in the dark upper hallways of the cabin.
You gasp, hands pressing up against Kirishima’s broad chest when he crowds you up against a wall. “E-Eijiro--”
“Did you mean it?” It’s dark, and your eyes are still adjusting without the bright LEDs of the TV, but his voice is unnervingly serious. There’s a quiver of some emotion beneath it, and even though you want to run and hide, you can feel the way his broad hands tremble and squeeze your waist, preventing you from shimmying out from where he’s pinned you to the wall with all of him.
You shake your head, laugh nervously. “I--I don’t--”
“Please.” The plead in his voice makes you breathless. You gulp, tilting your head back, finally able to see him plainly in the dark. He looks agonized, brows furrowed, frown on his face. His forehead meets yours, his nose still chilled from the outside weather bumping yours. He shuts his eyes, cool fingers cupping your warmer cheeks in a hold that nearly makes you swoon. You twist your fingers in his shirt, and feel how his heart races just beneath it. “Please. Tell me you meant it.”
“Oh,” you whisper, arching closer. He pulls you into the motion, and your lips just brush his. It’s an unexpected touch that makes you jump, that feels electric and right. “Eijiro, I-I meant it. I love you s--”
His kiss is fiery and sharp with filed teeth. You melt, arms winding tight around his neck, pressing up onto your toes in a failed attempt to make up for your height difference. The hero growls, messy kiss splitting for wet pants and hands grabbing onto your thighs, hitching you up quickly against the wall. You squeak and wind your legs up around his waist, fisting the hair falling from his loose bun to ensure that his tongue can dip deep between your lips to taste yours.
“God, I--” Whatever he was going to say is lost to your mouth and fumbling hands. You wonder if you should let him tug your shirt up over your tits to feel them, or if you should be pushing at your leggings here in the middle of the hallway, but when his roaming hands come into contact with your soft, bare skin, the way he shudders and groans, slowing his motions to squeeze tightly at you and grope with full appreciation has any second thoughts escaping you.
You’re tired of wondering and waiting. You want to know.
Your kisses break, sharp teeth stinging your neck as you wiggle to the best of your ability to rid yourself of your leggings. A strong arm hooks with your flailing leg, hitching it up to your shoulder, holding you up with ease as the claws of his quirk-infused hand shreds the fabric on your other leg until it falls useless to the floor, letting his hips bump unencumbered between your thighs 
“Oh fuck,” you rasp, clutching around the back of his neck when he hooks his other arm with your knee, pressing your legs up towards your shoulders, pinning your folded form between him and the wall.
Kirishima groans, all for you to hear when the loud sounds of the movie drown out the others back in the living room. “God, I’ve thought about this, a-about you like this--I can’t believe we waited so long,” he murmurs desperately quick, letting you tug him down for another kiss. He uses his freed hands to push his sweats down, and your toes curl against the bulge of his biceps with the clench of your cunt when the heavy, thick meat of his cock rests hot against the drip of you.
“Ei-Eijiro,” you whimper, using the brace of your shoulders to hump up against his length, spreading your wetness across his length, catching your clit again and again against the sensitive swollen head. He hisses low under his breath, smearing kisses across your cheek while fumbling with the angle until his dick splits through your folds, catching teasingly against your needy hole.
He huffs a frustrated laugh against your shoulder, groaning long and low against your skin. Thoughtlessly, you reach between you, curling your fingers around the silken skin of him. Oh fuck, he’s big and dripping already, your heart skipping a beat when you find you can barely wrap your hand all the way around his cock. A strange, needy sound leaves you, and you’re almost trembling with anticipation as you use your stroking hold on him to help press him inside.
His wide eyes meet yours in the dark at the first intense press into you. You can’t help but say it--he already knows. “I love you,” you breathe, hooking your other arm around his shoulders so he can’t go far. You choke at the tight stretch of him easing up into you, nails scraping at his abs where your hand is crawling up his sweater. “I-I love you, I’ve l-loved you for--oh my god, Eijiro--”
His eyes are bright even in the low, low light of the hallway. You feel his cock twitch with your words, and he bends his knees to get a better angle to press all the way up inside you, big hands digging into the soft give of your ass.
“I love you, too,” he moans, eyes drooping with the feeling of bottoming out in your body. You both wiggle against each other, panting and sharing air and kisses. “I love you, too. So, so much.”
Your heart aches, but in a way that doesn’t hurt. It feels full and warm, tingles zipping up and down your skin. You squeeze your knees in, stopped by the strong flex of his elbows hooked beneath them, and a tear rolls down your cheek that he tastes with his kiss.
“Oh, sweet girl,” he breathes, shivering with his withdrawal. You clutch at him with every muscle you have, and one of his big, strong, scarred hands pets across the crease of your ass, running hot along your sacrum, supporting you with ease as he rolls his hips forward again. “Oh fuck, m-my...my beautiful girl.” He squeezes at your cheek, pinching lightly at the skin until you squirm and whine. “Mine.”
Your next desperate sound is louder this time, not that either of you care. You feel like you’re on fire as Eijiro sets a steady, easy pace. You’re absolutely useless, at his mercy like you’ve always been, only able to hold his head close to kiss him, calves swaying in the crooks of his elbows and toes curling with each light slap of his balls against you.
He's so strong, pressing you back into the wall like you weigh nothing, pinning you in place to keep you exactly where you both want to be, and it makes your head spin. It’s better than any fantasy you’ve ever had about him. Your heart races and your clutch at him, little whimpers escaping you against the pleasured grimace of his mouth with every deep kiss of his length inside you, but you're not at all afraid of falling.
“Yours,” you whisper, sucking on his bottom lip til his mouth parts for you and chases your kiss, tongue meeting his. He rasps a moan, taking a deep, steadying breath through his nose while you fist his hair and try to spread yourself open wider, as if you could take any more of him.
A low growl escapes him, leaning hard into his next thrust, thumping your hips against the wall, pinning you in place. He picks up his pace after an intense pause deep inside you that makes you quake and keen, cock thickening within you. It feels good, pressing against that spot within you that makes your head lull against his shoulder.
“You feel s-so good, like I always knew you would, fuck,” he breathes in your ear, the wet smacks of his cock and heavy balls meeting your body again and again growing louder. You wiggle, dig your nails into his shoulders and clamp down on him, each impale making you whimper. He groans, pace stuttering, but never stopping. He drawls your name in debauched delight, dragging parted lips and sharp teeth across the arch of your neck. “God, I love you.”
“H-How…l-long?” You can’t help stuttering against his cheek, the deep touch of his dick feeling like it knocks the breath from your lungs every time he presses inside you.
His mouth molds to your racing jugular, his arms flexing under your legs, and you hug around his head as he sucks a bruise into your jaw. His whisper is hot and shaky across your ear. “S-Since high school, ungh…”
You pull his head back by his hair to kiss him fiercely. Confusing, strong, swirling feelings bring tears to your eyes and make you both gasp and clutch at each other. He fucks you harder into the wall, muscles never wavering in his ability to hold you upright and bent in half, even when your orgasm begins to crest upon you, making you push back against him as the intensity rises despite the pleasure you gain from being entirely pinned, the sticky, damp skin of his abdomen catching and rubbing across your clit.
Bass from the movie booms loudly through the surround sound system downstairs, but all you can hear is Eijiro groaning in your ear, begging to feel you. “Cum for me, fuck, give it to me! I’ve w-waited so long for you, oh I love you--”
“E-Eiji!” You call for him, toes curling. You slap a hand down by your quivering hips, pushing your back into an arch off the wall. He hunches to kiss you, silencing your sounds. The wet squelch of your pussy accepting his cock only gets louder when he grunts, bending you further to fist at your hair while he cums hot and deep up into you. Your body protests ever so slightly to the extremity with which he bends you in half but you clutch him closer, never having felt safer, knowing even in a moment of ecstasy he would never drop you.
Gravity does its work as he continues to thrust, dragging cum out of you, the tickling drip of it squeezing out of the tight seal of your body around him, only growing thicker when he gasps and softens until the head pops out. Your throbbing cunt oozes his spend with a hot aftershock of your pleasure, smearing over his abs and thighs, dripping between his feet.
You finally feel just how hard he’s shaking, leaning into you and hugging you as close as he can get you. As the ringing in your ears finally eases and the clumsy fumble to disentangle yourself without being let go of is complete, you finally hear his own sniffles, feel the hot wet tears that soak your shirt as he stands upright and continues to hold you closer. You squeeze all your limbs around him as tight as you can, digging your fingers into his soft hair.
“I love you,” he croaks, and your tears that have been falling all night only come faster. Kirishima laughs a little, rubbing his face into your shoulder. “I thought--I’m kind of surprised, uh. I had a hunch about what you wanted to tell me, but I still was thinking I was giving my hopes up.”
You laugh your own disbelief into his neck, pulling back to look into his teary gaze. You pet the fallen strands of hair from his wet cheeks. “I’ve been trying to tell you since we got here, but I’ve loved you since high school, too.”
Eijiro closes his eyes, brows scrunched but a wry smile on his face. “God, we’re dumb, huh?” His forehead thumps against the wall, turning his head to squish his cheek against it, looking down at you from beneath heavy lids full of the love you’ve been craving for so long.
You give him a kiss that he quickly returns, cupping the back of your head, his other strong arm hooked under your wet ass. “Maybe. But at least we’re idiots together now, right?”
He gives you a fierce look, nodding so seriously that you can’t help hugging him tight with a delighted little laugh.
“Absolutely,” he breathes, squeezing you so tight you can’t breathe.
He pulls you away from the wall, carrying you with ease to the big bed he has all to himself when a voice calls from downstairs. “Are you guys done? I wanna get my phone!”
“Denki!” Mina screeches, though a cacophonous sound of laughter chases you both into privacy, Kirishima laughing with them even though you think you might die of embarrassment.
“Fucking finally!” Bakugo snarls just as the door clicks shut.
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i’m giving up this life ~ thomas shelby;peaky blinders
word count: 1996
request?: no
description: after his wife takes a bullet meant for him, tommy finds she was holding a secret from him, and that it is time for him to give up on the gangster lifestyle
pairing: thomas shelby x female!reader
warnings: swearing, violence
masterlist (one, two)
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Tommy closed his eyes as the shot rang out. For once, he was prepared for whatever was coming, and he even started to silently ask for forgiveness in his next life.
However, the end didn’t come. There wasn’t even any pain that would’ve indicated he was shot. When he opened his eyes, he found his wife laying on the ground at his feet instead, a pool of blood growing around her.
The man who had attempted to kill Tommy was frozen in shock as he watched the infamous gang leader fall to his knees. He took his wife into his arms, cradling her as he frantically tied to stop the blood coming from her wound.
"Come on, love,” he begged. “Wake up, stay with me.”
Her skin was ice cold. Tommy’s hands were stained red within seconds of touching her wound. He was panicking, his mind wasn’t working properly.
Anger started to course through his veins, and in one quick motion, he pulled his gun and shot the man until he was riddled with bullet wounds. He scooped (Y/N) up in his arms and quickly carried her out of the room.
“Tommy!” Arthur called as Tommy emerged from the building. “What happened?”
“I don’t know where she came from,” Tommy said, still in a partial daze of anger and worry. “One minute it’s just me and him, the next I find (Y/N) in front of me after...she’s bleeding so much.”
Arthur opened the door of his car. “Get in, I’ll get us to the hospital.”
~~~~~~
The wait was agonizingly long. Tommy had begged to be in the room with (Y/N) as they operated on her, but the doctor was firm in having him wait in the waiting room. The Peaky Blinders may have had most officials in Birmingham under their thumb, but the doctors still held a certain level of professionalism no matter who their patients were.
Polly came to be with him while Arthur and the boys went to deal with the body Tommy had left behind. She was watching him pace back and forth in front of her. “Tommy, pleas sit down. You’re making me dizzy.”
“How much longer till we hear something?” Tommy asked, ignoring his aunt. “They’ve been in there for so long.”
“It takes time, dear. They have to make sure she doesn’t have any complications and she’ll make a full recovery.”
“Why don’t they know yet?”
Polly sighed as Tommy finally sat next to her. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and struggled to light it. His hand was shaking so much the flame wouldn’t stay over the cigarette. She placed a more steady hand over Tommy’s and guided the light to the cigarette.
“She’ll be okay Tommy.”
Tommy was blinking back tears as he took a puff from his cigarette. “Why would she put herself in danger for me?”
Polly took Tommy’s hand in hers. “Love makes you do crazy things, and she loves you so much.”
Tommy didn’t say anything. Instead, he took another long puff off his cigarette.
(Y/N) was an angel; a kind woman with a heart of gold who was strong and unafraid of anyone or anything. Tommy could never understand what it was that made her fall in love with him, and he’d never understand how she could love him so much that she’d risk her life for him.
When the doctor emerged and called (Y/N)’s name, Tommy was standing within seconds. “Is she okay?”
“She will be after some rest,” the doctor told him. “She lost a lot of blood, but you got her here just in time. We managed to extract the bullet and stitch up her wound. They’ll both be just fine.”
“They?” Tommy asked.
“The baby.” Tommy’s eyes widened, which answered any questions the doctor had. “You didn’t know.”
Tommy was shocked into silence. He didn’t even know (Y/N) had suspected she was pregnant. If she had known. Maybe she didn’t, or else she would have told him, right?”
“Can he see her now?” Polly asked, coming to Tommy’s side.
“Of course,” the doctor responded. “Go on in, Mr. Shelby.”
Tommy’s feet moved before his mind caught up with him. He found (Y/N) in her hospital bed, her eyes closed and the color slowly returning to her face.
He was almost afraid to touch her as he pulled a chair up next to her bed. She looked so fragile, like even a slight touch would cause her to shatter into pieces. He gently brushed her hair from her face, allowing his hand to linger against her face for a moment longer.
“I’m not worth this, love,” he whispered. “I deserved that bullet, not you. It was meant for me. I should be the one in this hospital bed.”
His hand moved from her face to her stomach, gently touching the spot where his child was growing inside of her.
“I didn’t even know. I continued to put your life in danger because of what I am, and because of that we almost lost our baby.”
With no one around to see him, Tommy let the tears freely run down his face.
~~~~~~
(Y/N) was unconscious for a total of three days. Tommy did not leave her side for a single moment. Each of his family came to visit their sister-in-law, and to make sure Tommy was okay. Polly often brought food for him, knowing he wouldn’t eat otherwise.
The doctors continued to give (Y/N) a shot that was meant to help give the baby nutrients to grow while (Y/N) was unconscious. Every time someone came in to give her the shot, Tommy just wished she would finally open her eyes again, that she’d finally be okay to grow the child on her own.
Ada was the last to visit, bringing a small bouquet of flowers with her for (Y/N).
“How is she?” Ada asked, taking a seat in the chair next to Tommy.
“The doctors say she’s stable,” Tommy responded. “They say it’s only a matter of time until she wakes up.”
“She’ll wake up soon,” Ada assured him. “She’s a fighter, remember? A real Shelby.”
This managed to make Tommy chuckle slightly, the first time in days that he showed even the slightest positive emotion.
“I suppose Polly has told the family our surprise announcement,” he said, his eyes trailing back to (Y/N)’s stomach again.
“Only me,” Ada responded. “She figured you two would want to tell everyone when (Y/N) wakes up, but she also knew you’d need someone while she’s still out. Someone who doesn’t have a cock between their legs.”
Tommy smiled slightly again. Polly always knew what he needed, what they all needed. For the woman who never birthed them, she was truly their mother through and through.
“I’m terrified, Ada,” Tommy admitted. “Not of having the baby, but that what I do - who I am - is going to put that baby in danger. I’ve known for years I’m putting (Y/N) in danger, but she’s always insisted she doesn’t mind. It was her choice to be a part of this family and this life, but that baby didn’t get to choose. We’re forcing him into a life of danger, all because of me.”
Ada put a hand on Tommy’s shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze, but she didn’t try to dispute him. Of course he was right, they all knew he was. Every Shelby man knew the risks of bringing a child into the world of the Peaky Blinders, even Ada knew when she gave birth to Karl. But for Tommy it was so much worse. Tommy wasn’t just a Shelby man, or just a member of the Peaky Blinders. He was their leader. He was the one with a massive target on his back constantly. He was the one their rivals would look to first to find a way to gain leverage over him - meaning they would look to (Y/N) and their baby first.
“I’m giving up this life, Ada,” Tommy said, the words coming out just as he made the decision in his head. “All of it, I’m giving it all up. The minute (Y/N) wakes up and is okay to leave the hospital, I’m taking her to the Garrison where we’ll announce she’s pregnant, and then I’m announcing my leave. Arthur can take over for me. Then, I’m taking (Y/N) as far away from Birmingham as I possibly can. Somewhere fit to raise our baby together.”
Ada was smiling at her brother. “I think that’s a perfect idea, Tommy.”
“Do you really mean it?”
The Shelby siblings looked over to see (Y/N) looking over at them, her eyes still blinking in an attempt to adjust to the bright hospital lighting.
Tommy jumped up from his seat and took (Y/N)’s face in his hands, kissing her face repeatedly. She giggled as he did so, before moving her head so he would kiss her lips. Ada stood as well, smiling down at her sister-in-law. “I’m glad you’re awake, (Y/N).”
“I’m glad you’re the first two I got to see,” (Y/N) responded. “Are those for me?”
“Yeah, I brought them,” Ada responded. “An assortment of your favorites. I figured this drab room needed something to brighten it up.”
(Y/N) smiled weakly. “Thank you, Ada. I really appreciate it.”
Ada gave (Y/N) a gentle hug before leaving her alone with Tommy. His touch was still gentle as he took her hand in his. She was still cold, but he was beginning to feel a slight warmth in her fingertips. It was almost like she was coming back to life all at once.
“I’m sorry I jumped in front of that bullet, Tommy,” she said. “Arthur tried to stop me from running into the building, but I knew what you were going to do and I just...I couldn’t let you...”
She trailed off, but Tommy knew what she meant; I couldn’t let the father of my child die.
“You have nothing to apologize for, love,” Tommy said. “I’m sorry I put you in danger, not just that time but all the times before as well. It’s not fair of me to keep doing this to you.”
“It’s your job, Tommy, and your family. I knew that when I married you.”
“But our baby didn’t know that when we created him.”
(Y/N)’s hand trailed to her stomach, the same way Tommy’s often had when he thought about the baby. “Is he okay?”
A smile tugged at the corners of Tommy’s lips. “It is a boy?”
(Y/N) smiled back at him. “Oh, I don’t know, but I have a feeling. Your mum had three Shelby men before she had one girl, and Ada and John have only had boys so far. I figure it only makes sense that we’ll have one, too.”
Tommy brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles.
“Did you mean it, Tommy?” she asked again. “About giving up the Peaky Blinders?”
“I meant every word I said,” Tommy responded. “I almost lost you, (Y/N), and I’m not risking that again. I’m not risking losing our child, either. This life was not meant for families, and it’s best to get out before we bring a little one of our own into this world.”
(Y/N) was practically glowing at this news. While she supported Tommy with whatever decision he made, she’d be lying if she said the thought of bringing a child into his world hadn’t scared her. To hear him come to the decision to get out all on his own made her heart feel warm and made her feel happy.
“I love you so much, Tommy,” she said.
“I love you, too, (Y/N). Rest again, love. When you are cleared, we have a lot to tell the family.”
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I wish you would write a fic where...
the main character is the daughter of a really important producer harry is working with and he has a major crush on her but 1) he doesn’t want her dad to feel like he’s taking advantage of her 2) she has a rule of not dating musicians
too young
OOOOOOHHHHHH
HIIII GUYS..... i started school again and honestly for the longest time i've had no inspiration to write but then i got this ask!!! (thank you for your patience anon ily) and was like i love this prompt but then i wrote the first part and had no idea how to continue it,,, but I finally finished it!! ε(♡'-')з (this is me giving you all my love and affection for sticking with me) 
(NOT EDITED)
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warnings: alcohol consumption
Harry was in a dilemma.
Usually, he could sweep all his issues under the rug, save them for another day, but this one... he couldn't do that. Not because he didn't want to, but because this problem was more than just a dust bunny on his hardwood floor.
Y/N was the problem.
Or to be more precise, his feelings for Y/N were the problem.
Harry had confidence when it came to his crushes. He was smooth, flirty, and snagged almost every single person he's caught feelings for.
But not Y/N.
No, she was almost unreachable, for quite a few reasons.
One, the only reason he knew her, met her, was through a producer he had been working with the past few months. Arlo was massive in the industry and Harry was flattered when Arlo approached him with interest in collaborating. And only a month into working together, he met Y/N.
Harry's head snapped towards the door that had just burst open, a girl barging into the studio that he had never seen before. She was gorgeous, he had to admit, but he couldn't ignore her blatant disrespect for coming in and making a scene while he, Arlo, and a few of his bandmates were working annoyed him to no end.
"Dad! Oh my god, you will not believe what just happened, I was on my way over here and I fucking bumped into Zach," The girl began ranting, approaching Arlo and huffing as she stood next to Arlo's chair. "Of all fucking people I could see just walking down the street, it had to be him. The world is against me today I swear. Anyways, I brought that drum pad you wanted."
She dug into her big brown bag that was slung over her shoulder and pulled out the music board, placing it on the table in front of Arlo.
"Where'd you see him, Y/N? We're about to go on break and I can leave and go kick his ass in," Arlo checked his watch. "7 minutes."
Y/N, Harry now knew her as, sighed and crossed her arms. "He's long gone by now, think he shit his pants when he saw me walking near him."
"Atta girl, thanks for bringing my board too," Arlo smiled up at her from his chair. He then turned to see Harry, and Mitch staring at the two of them. "Oh sorry guys, this is my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, this is Harry and Mitch."
She turned to look at them and smiled wide. "Nice to meet you!"
"You too." They both said in unison, looking at each other with a smile, before focusing back on Y/N.
"We'll be done soon, if you wanna go out and get lunch." Arlo said, turning back to his daughter.
"Sounds good, just text me," Y/N replied, giving him a smile before turning back to the boys. "Nice meeting you guys, again."
And before they could even respond she was gone.
Two, Y/N was younger than him. 6 years younger to be exact. It didn't seem like much, but when put into perspective, she was 21, only just being legally allowed to drink in the States, and Harry was 27. Practically 30, if you ask him, and he was positive Arlo would have his head if he found out Harry liked his daughter. 
And three, she doesn't date the people her dad works with. 
He had found this out one night when he, Arlo, Y/N, Mitch, and a couple other writers were hanging out at the studio, drinking some wine (she had even exclaimed that this would be her first time drinking red, and Harry was yet again reminded of her age) and chatting after a long day of working. 
Harry and Mitch were laughing with Arlo about the first time they met Y/N, and her comments about this “Zach” guy. 
“He’s my ex, and had worked with my dad on one shitty song that never got far because he’s just so-- music is just not his thing, to put it nicely. But he was an absolute asshole and after him I made rule to never date anyone Dad works with. It would just go terribly.” She explained, letting Arlo take a few more jabs at the guy before stopping him.
So yeah, Harry was in a dilemma. 
In all the time he’d known Y/N, he just kept falling for her. She was kind, funny, beautiful, lit up any room she walked into, and treated Harry like fine porcelain. 
She was just fucking perfect. 
。:°ஐ
Y/N had probably been in a lot of worse positions than the predicament she was in now.
For example, that time her dad walked in on her and her ex making out in the studio, or her 21st birthday when she got completely wasted and almost got into the wrong car instead of her uber, and the next day found out that the man driving that car was actually a convicted criminal.
So there’s worse things that could happen than her liking Harry.
But it doesn't mean it wasn’t bad.
The thing is, Y/N didn’t fall for anyone easily. Her one and only ex Zach treated her like a queen until he could officially claim her as his. The flowers he gave her before every date remained at the shop and the consistent compliments turned into insults and muttered claims of discontentment. 
Hence why he was her ex. It took Y/N quite a long time to work up the courage to end things with him. He was her first kiss, first time, and first boyfriend. She was yet to find her first love, she never really loved Zach. The way he used to treat her in the beginning, she thinks she loved, but him? No, she would never call him her first love. 
So when Y/N’s time crush on Harry began to develop into real feelings in such a short span of time, it terrified her. She had really never felt this way about someone before; butterflies would erupt in her stomach every time he shot her a smile and her mind would erupt into pure chaos when his body brushed up against her own. 
So yeah, it could be worse, but it certainly wasn't good.
。:°ஐ
Y/N enjoyed spending time at the studio with her dad, and surprisingly, spending time with her dad’s “co-workers”. Even though she didn't usually hang out with the pop stars and spent time mostly with the backing band/producers (they were usually 50 year old men, but they were pretty nice) she enjoyed herself fully, having lunch breaks and talking about where their children when to school and whatnot. 
Sometimes though, every blue moon, Y/N would hang out with a super star her dad was working with. Usually when most stars are at the studio all they did was record, which was understandable, but she never had the chance to meet a lot of them.
With Harry though, everything was different. It wasn’t just lunches at the studio, or dinner at someone’s house, no, tonight they were going out to a bar. 
It was completely unexpected too, they had just wrapped up a song, and Harry, being in a particularly good mood had yelled out about going to a bar to celebrate. Of course, Y/N ignored his shout, knowing she wasn’t invited, and after Arlo had said something about “not being able to party as much as I used to”, she gave her dad a hug good night and waved a little goodbye to the band. 
“Wait!” Harry had exclaimed, chasing after her in the hallway. “Where are y’going?”
Y/N’s eyes widened and she looked behind her before looking back at Harry. “I was just gonna head back home.”
Harry’s head tilted, and looked at her questionably. “Y’not comin’ to the bar with us?” He practically pouted.
Her brows shot up in surprise. “Oh! I- yeah I’ll go out with you guys.”
Which lead her here, decently tipsy, and sitting in a booth between Harry and Sarah, laughing at a story Adam had been telling. Every now and then she would glance over to Harry just to find his gaze already on her.
Her heart fluttered every time, and if Harry’s cheeks weren’t already flushed from the alcohol, Y/N would have noticed him blush every time they locked eyes as well. 
“M’gonna get another drink, does anyone want anything?” Y/N piped up, a resounding chorus of “no, thank you’s” answering her question. Except for Harry who spoke softly, “A beer? Go ahead and put it on my tab.”
She shook her head at him as he stood up to let her out of the maroon leather booth. “Can’t make you pay for that, I offered.” She said, standing to lock eyes with him yet again. 
“Nope,” He grinned. “You can, and you will.”
“But-”
“No buts.” He chuckled, giving her a dimpled smile.
Accepting her defeat she nodded and squeezed his arm with a murmured “Thank you.” before making her way to the bar.
Harry sat back down again, eyes trailing her figure as she walked away before looking back at the table to be met with knowing eyes. 
“What is it?” He asked, glancing around at everyone.
“You’re whipped, mate.” Charlotte grinned, everyone else nodding in agreement.
“What?! I am not.” Harry pouted, eyes flicking over to Y/N, who was making her way to the table, one drink in each hand, before back to everyone else. 
“She’s really sweet H, you should go for it.” Mitch said.
Harry shook his head, eyes now on Mitch. “I’m not interested in her like that, she’s way too young for me, anyways.”
Just then did he hear the soft hit of his beer and her cosmo land on the table. His gaze trailed up her hands to see Y/N’s shattered face. “Here.” She practically whispered to him.
“I just remembered I have an early class tomorrow, so I should go, but thank you guys for inviting me out.” Y/N explained in lighting speed as she leaned over Harry to grab her purse and toss is over her shoulder. 
Words of confusion were tossed around the table but she was already booking it out of there, leaving Harry just as devastated as she was.
“I think she heard you, H.” Sarah said, frowning. 
Harry let out a muttered “Fuck!” before taking out large bills from his wallet and tossing it on the table. “For my tab, m’sorry, I gotta go.” And he left just as fast as Y/N did, weaving through the tables and people before bursting out the door to see her standing on the street, arm wrapped around her waist and another holding her phone.
“Y/N!”
Her head whipped around to see Harry bustling towards her and she quickly wiped her eye as he approached.
“Wait, don't go,” He said, struggling to find the words. “We all want you to stay, I want you to stay.”
“I have to get to class Harry, plus, I’m too young to be staying out this late anyways.” She grimaced at her own words. 
He sighed, eyes flickering from her own to her lips then back again. “I-fuck, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”
This time, she fully turned to face him, brows knitted in distress. “Then how did you mean it? Because honestly I don’t think there is another way to mean it.”
This was his only chance, Harry knew it. 
“I just, I tried for so long to tell myself it was wrong to feel this way about you because you’re so much younger than me, and m’pretty sure your father would have my head if he knew but m’fucking infatuated with you, Y/N. M’so sorry I said that earlier, age is my only excuse for not asking you out and it’s not a good enough excuse anymore.”
With this her mouth was gaped like a fish, and her face was akin to a deer caught in headlights. In a flash her arms were wrapped around his neck and he was holding her waist, reveling in her touch. 
“Oh, Harry,” She pulled away. “I really like you too.” And with that she pressed a swift kiss to his cheek, leaving him a blushing mess. 
“Good, thats... thats good.” He stammered.
“So,” she nudged his arm. “Y’gonna ask me out now?”
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Mean (JJK x Reader) 💜☁️✴️🔞
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💸 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
💸 Genre: Mafia!AU, Single Parent AU!, Angst, fluff, Smut
💸 Warnings: bad language aka cursing, mentions of cheating, mentions of illegal business, manhandling and not the nice kind, tsundere Jungkook, it’s not like he likes you duh, guns, description of violence, restriction of movement and not in a kinky way, protected sex because dude he’s got one kid okay that’s enough, unconventional romance, choking, near death experience, angst did I mention angst
💸 Summary: Jeon Jungkook was kinda cute, you had to admit that- but he was also a massive douchebag with his head up his ass. And a cute kid.
A/N: First of all, I want to apologize to anyone I might dissapoint with this. I've changed up the story concept numerous times- and the first trailer is in no way a proper teaser anymore, since it has nothing to do with this story anymore. I somehow hope you still enjoy the story however. If not- I hope you'll stick around for future content!
Taglist: @drumsofheaven @yzkyzkuniverse @strwberrybtch @kirbykook @teresaisla @park-hera-gi @justzeera @taestannie @bambuzlee (there were several people I couldn’t tag- I’m sorry about that!) 
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Jeon Jungkook was facing his worst enemy.
Now, considering his work and all those rumors going on about him, this could be anything really; from an entire army storming his house, to readying himself for waterboarding. But no, this enemy he was currently standing across from was way more vile and difficult to get under control. The situation was slowly growing desperate on his side- this was a life and death situation.
"Mina, come on now." Jungkook pleaded as the toddler vehemently refused to raise her arms properly so he could slip on her dress for the day. He could understand her, to an extend- he wasn't a morning person either, but he had to overcome this in order to be successful- and she had to as well.
Well, success was not really that important at her age, but getting her to daycare definitely was.
"Mina I have a meeting soon and if you continue to be a brat I can't send you off again properly." He tried, knowing how much she hated him leaving in a rush like usually. He'd promised her the day prior as he'd tucked her into bed that he would, this time, at least stay until her friends had arrived, yet he couldn't have known that this situation would occur the next morning.
Sometimes being a single father was way worse than anything he was facing at his actual job.
"There we go!" He cheered as she finally caved in, pouting a bit before she giggled at the silly face her father was making in order to get her to smile. He hated sending her off in a foul mood, knowing that she could be an absolute devil's child if she felt like it. In a way, she was very similar to him, which was to be expected with her mother not being in the picture. He didn't mind it much, however- a cheating spouse was not really what he wanted by his side, if he was being entirely honest with himself. It was enough already knowing that almost all of his 'friends' and 'business partners' were shameless liars. He didn't need to live and raise a child with one as well.
"Tiger!" The young girl cheerfully exclaimed, as the both made their way into the kitchen. It wasn't just a random comment from her side, because her chubby hand already pointed at the cereal box designed with colorful images on the counter, way too high for her but perfectly reachable for her father as he chuckled, balancing her on his hip as he prepared a small bowl for her.
"No funny business though, young lady." He said, as he sat down with her at the table. "We don't have to hurry, but we can't waste time either." He explained, as he watched her eat her breakfast with a concentrated face. He smiled at the picture, sometimes wishing this would be how his days would always start. Sadly, that wasn't the case- most of the times really, her nanny took her to daycare.
Which was another problem.
Her nanny had recently filed in for her termination, her age getting to her as she finally made the decision to settle down for her last years of life, she'd said. He accepted it without much resistance, having build too much respect for the elderly woman over the course of time by now. It left him with a gaping hole however, one that he knew he needed to fill.
But with who?
He couldn't just hire anybody for Mina at this point in his life. People needed to be fully trustworthy to be even given knowledge of his child at all. Most didn't even know she existed- the public unaware of her relation to him. He kept the facade up that she was merely the child of a close friend, just to keep her out of range of any potential enemies he had gathered over time.
His life really wasn't fit for a child at all, but what was he supposed to do?
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"Y/N!" A small voice exclaimed behind you, making you look around from where you were cutting apples as the small child appeared.
"Mina!" You answered just as brightly, picking her up as she giggled excitedly. "Did you have breakfast yet?" You asked, as another daycare worker came inside.
"Yeah!" She said, and you looked at her surprised. "Daddy and I had breakfast!" She explained, as you placed her back down onto the ground. "He'ven brought me here today!" She said, and you hummed affirmatively,
"That sounds awesome!" You said, as she beamed up at you. "Why don't you go sit at the table, we're almost having our morning snack. You think you can eat some apples?" You asked, and she proudly nodded, before zooming off, stumbling a bit as she missed the slight gap of the door.
"He didn't come inside." Jenny said, as she watched the little girl sit down next to a boy her age. "I saw that he was sitting in his car, but she got out herself." She explained further, as you continued cutting the apples and making some cuts to have them resemble a bunny. "I swear to god-" She started, as you cut her off.
"We don't know what his life is like, Jenny." You said, as she huffed. "It's not our kid, it's not our life. She isn't unhappy, she's healthy, she's not mistreated. Case closed." You explained further as you discarded the scraps of apple unneeded in the trash, before rinsing the knife you'd used. "I'm not too happy about it either, but we're not her mother." You said, as you dried your hands.
Jenny sighed. "I know, but like-" She said, walking over to you to help you place the banana slices and grapes as well. "She's such a sweet kid. I don't know, but he seems like such a dick honestly. Like, have you heard his phonecall last week?" You snorted. Everyone did at this point.
Mina had had a minor incident, when she'd stumbled and fell. She'd scraped her knee, cried a little, but after a moment everything had been fine again. He however, had been livid upon finding out his daughter had been hurt, even though the scratches didn't even need a bandaid. Even though he'd only been on the phone with your superior, he'd made such a scene out of it that it became like local news around the daycare.
"I still don't know what the fuck that was about." Jenny exclaimed, taking a sip of her coffee as she kept an eye on the kids in the main room. "Like, yeah, she fell, but nothing happened." She said, and you agreed.
Shrugging, you grabbed some plates and napkins, and looked at Jenny. "Again." You reminded her. "As harsh as it sounds, you know me." Jenny sighed.
"I know."
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You took back everything you had said this morning.
This prick had the audacity to keep you waiting for more than two hours now, without reacting to any amount of phonecalls you'd done by now. Mina was almost asleep on your lap, and you were angry to say the least. This was supposed to be your last day of work for a week, you were supposed to be curled up on your couch in nothing but underwear and fluffy socks, hidden by a blanket and eating icecream while watching netflix. You were definitely not supposed to sit here at your daycare until even the janitor was about to go home. "Fuck it." You mumble, carefully balancing the young girl on your hip as you grab your bag and keys.
You wave the janitor and cleaning staff goodbye on their way out, and take out your phone for a bus or subway that could drive close to where Mina's address is- but you notice there is nothing in her jacket written that you could use as one. You instead simply call the number written down for emergencies, and wait as it rings.
once.
twice.
"Hello?"
You are a bit taken aback by the voice on the other line, masculine, but clearly not as old as you'd thought he'd sound. "Uh, yeah, this is Mina's daycare, you mind picking her up these days, or not?" You casually say, Mina moving around a bit as to bring her thumb close to her lips. You internally coo at her.
"Shit! Fuck- I, where are you?" He asks, and you furrow your brows. Where the hell does he think you are, or does he seriously not know where his daughters daycare is? Wait, is that even her father?
"I- listen, am I even talking to her father or who is this?" You ask, and suddenly you feel extremely uncomfortable. This was a bad idea, what if this isnt her dad at all? You could loose your job for this!
"Yeah, yes. Listen I'm gonna send someone to pick her up alright? Should be there in an hour or so." He says as if frustrated, and you scoff, making him question you on the other line as if he was just struck by thunder. "Excuse me?" He says, voice low, but you're not intimitated.
"First of all, I'm not convinced. Second of all, and pardon my french, but are you nuts?! It's already way too late for her to be up, and I've finished my shift hours ago!" You complain, and he clears his throat over the line, clearly unhappy about your lack of understanding.
"Jeon Mina has a small beauty mark underneath her lower lip, she hates strawberries for some reason, and her biggest secret is that she is actually scared of unicorns. There, happy?" He grits out, and you chew on your lip. He was good. "Second of all, Miss." He makes sure to pronounce every word. "You're getting paid to look after my kid. If that's all you want I'm paying you extra for the inconvenience-" Oh boy, there we go.
"If I cared about your stupid money I would've called authorities hours ago, S.I.R." You start, careful to tone your voice down as to not wake her up. "And you know what, thats a great Idea actually! Let me just-" You begin, but he cuts you off with a sound that sounds awfully like a door closing.
"Fuck you, I'm there in 20." He says.
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Jeon Jungkook was not too fond of woman.
That much was clear ever since he'd been cheated on and left with a kid, but it had always been like that. It wasn't like he was afraid of them, or didn't like them, it was more like, during his life, woman had been the reason for heartbreak and bad news all along. His mother had been an alcoholic, his dad desperately trying to get her back on track. His sister had been involved into shady business early on, a wild child that would do anything to get on peoples nerves. His aunt, which only ever visited to gain money. Women were bad news.
So his own surprise had been very prominent when he spotted you on the bench with his kid in your arms,her chubby arms clinging onto you like a koala. You seemed to be reading something on your phone, careful not to point the device too close to Mina so she wouldn't be disturbed. You were pretty, he had to admit that, even from far away- and you seemed like a confident person, from what he'd heard over the phone. You suddenly noticed him as he drove a bit closer, car tires crunching the gravel and snow underneath while his headlights shut off, to not blind you both. He stepped out, as you woke Mina up to announce to her that her father had finally arrived.
"Daddy!" She screached sleepily, running towards him with stumbling legs. He picked her up with a smile before he turned around, having every intention to buckle her up in his backseat as you came closer.
"Huh. Mind telling me why I shouldn't inform authorities about this?" You asked, and he huffed out a breath with a roll of his eyes, pulling out his wallet. You simply stood there, arms crossed, not at all fazed by the amount of money he held in front of you- you simply raised your eyebrow. "I mean, if money could talk I'd ask your bills, sure. But that right there isn't an answer." You replied, and he gritted his teeth, jaw clenching. Why were you being so difficult.
"Okay, how much?" He said, and you suddenly moved, shifted, as if absolutely offended by his offer.
"Do I look like a streetworker to you sir?" You said, and he closed his eyes for a moment, until another car seemed to pull up.
"You're getting picked up." He says, ready to step into his car as you look at him with confusion. "You don't know them?" He asks, and you shake your head, having every intention to check as he notices something familiar peeking out of one of the car windows. As if on autopilot, he rips his passenger side open, pushes you in, and runs to get inside the drivers seat.
There are shots fired, Mina is holding her hands over her ears as she simply stares at you, who is absolutely shell-shocked.
What the hell just happened?
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So yeah, that's how you got here-
In a room that looked awfully like the interrogation rooms in your late night netflix crime shows. There was someone sitting in front of you- Mina's father, watching you, like you were going to do anything. But you were as quiet as a mouse, not saying anything.
"So you didn't know them? At all?" He questioned for the second time in the past ten minutes, and you shook your head. "Hard to believe. Then again, why would you ever tell me that your Dad's brother was sentenced to two years for escorting drugs- only getting two years because he snitched." He said, and your eyes widened.
"Okay what the hell-" You started, but he cut you off.
"Oh, I hit a nerve-" But you weren't having it.
"Oh an I'm gonna hit your pretty nose if you don't stop cutting me off!" You said, making him smirk. For some reason, this was quite entertaining to him- the only woman he ever had in here were so keen on keeping up that shy and innocent facade, that you were a breath of fresh air. "Listen, I don't know why you decided to dig up things that happened when I was literally a TODDLER- or how you even got that information - I swear to god I will really break your nose!" You ended as he had tried to speak again, making him chuckle.
If you weren't being held captive after getting your night ruined you might as well would've thought that was pretty hot.
"I was five years old- I had nothing to do with it, and my dad had no contact whatsoever with his brother after what had happened." You explained. "If you can find that, you can also find that I haven't had contact with my family in years either." You said, leaning back, as he spoke.
"I did. Which is quite confusing to me." He said.
You suddenly went stone cold on him. "It really isnt that deep." You said.
"Were you avoiding them?" He asked. "Because of what happened? Or because your dad got involved into something?"
"Because they're dead." You said.
Well. This was something that made him actually stop and think for a second. He did dig into that nasty part of your family, but he never looked further- their death was something he had overlooked. And by your reaction as you said it, the way you said it, he knew that you weren't lying. "Alright." He said. "But you do realize that I can't just let you go like that, right?" He said.
"Figured." You said. "So, should I stand facing against the wall or with my back against it so you can aim better?" You said, and he took a deep breath. Technically, yes, that would be a logical outcome.
"Neither." He said, and you raised your eyebrow. "I have an offering." He said, and your entire body went stiff, arms crossing in front of your chest. A pure sign of whatever he was going to say, your first reaction would be no. "I need a nanny for Mina." He said, and your lips parted, confusion clear on your face.
He almost thought it was kind of cute.
"You what?" You said.
"I need a nanny for Mina." He repeated. "It's a win-win situation for both of us if you think about it. You get to- in a way- keep your job and a bonus in terms of payment, and I will have someone to take care of Mina. And I also don't have to put a bullet into your pretty little head." He said, leaning forward with the last words.
"This isn't really a question, isn't it?" You said, and he laughed.
"You're smart- I like you."
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„But that’s not how daddy does it..“ she wonders, as you tie her shoes for her, before looking up into her eyes. She really does resemble her father. Well, a more innocent version, that is.
„Well everyone does it differently.“ you say, well aware that there were numerous ways to tie a simple bow. „Your daddy probably has learned it from someone who does it like he does. I learned it from my dad.“ you explained as you went to pick up her backpack, carrying it for her as she took your hand.
„yours looks prettier tho!“ she exclaimed happily, a skip in her step as she kept looking at her shoes with a smile. You grinned, a sense of pride filling you. „Daddy‘s always looks crooked on one side-„ she said, before a voice broke through the sweet moment.
„You hurt me Princess. You always said they look nice.“ he hummed from his spot in the doorway, leaned on the frame, looking at you with something you could only describe as unsatisfied, while shooting his daughter a smile.
What the hell have you done wrong now?
This had been something going on for months now. Ever since you started working for him as a nanny, Mina had been nothing but a ray of sunshine- but he, he was not even a raincloud. He was the angry grinch miltiplied by a hundred, ready to piss everyone off twenty-five-eight. Somehow everything you did wasn't up to his standards; the way you cooked for Mina, the way you dressed her, hell, even right now with the way you tied a fucking bow.
You really hoped next time he washed his hands, his sleeves would roll down.
"There's an emergency gun underneath the back-" He started as Mina was out of listening-reach.
"I won't use it." You said.
Jungkook had tried to get you trained at least in the basics of guns- but you practically had an allergy to it, refusing to so much as touch one. He didn't quite know what your problem was, but after a while, he had given up on it- simply sending one of his guards with you whenever he could. By now, you were an easy target as well if found alone, so you had joined him in his place, occupying one of the larger guest rooms. He had said that it was to keep an eye on you, but internally, he simply didn't want you to get hurt.
And yeah, at first that was because he didn't trust you, at all- but by now, somehow, you had sneaked your way into his heart, in a way. Even though he himself would always grumpily comment on it, he loved how you made Mina smile and the entire mansion light up. Things felt a little brighter, a little less tense, and a little less lonely with you around. It felt as if you were an actual family.
And that scared the shit out of him, because in no way was he going to fall for his daughters nanny.
And, after all; you hated his guts.
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If Jungkook knew the situation you and Mina had gotten yourselves into, you don't know if he would be proud of her or kill you.
Turns out that the guard Jungkook had sent you out with wasn't actually following his orders at all, but words from a different person entirely- you imagined they were highly likely the one's out to shoot you back when you first met the tall mafia boss and father. Now, the only thing they definitely did not get right however, was that you were Mina's mother- and someone Jungkook valued enough to give up his safety. This was true for Mina; the young child was his everything, and he'd cut off his limbs just to know her safe and sound- but you? That was just absolutely stupid. Sure, you've been living together for quite some time now, and he stopped trying to mentally push you down the stairs every morning as well. But there was nothing more than a mild case of friend- and partnership. You weren't being emo; Jungkook had, after all, said it again and again that he had crossed out the dating game. He's got enough trouble with Mina and you, he had said.
Well, seemed like one of those issues would solve itself.
"Again, what're you gonna do?" You say, as Mina looks at you from out of the vents above you had helped her into seconds ago.
"Crawl where the nice air is, call daddy- and don't look back." She repeats proudly, but you can see it clearly that she's just as scared as you are.
"Exactly, good job princess." You praise, and she nods with a pout. "Once daddy gets you, you'll be safe." You promise, and she wants to complain- but you don't let her, closing the vent again as you hear her shuffling away. This was fine. Mina would be safe, Jungkook would have one person less to worry about- he could move away, bring her to a different part of the country where no one knew her, and she could simply go to school next year and forget all of this ever happened.
You were just a bit sad that you'd never get to see it.
Of course you weren't her mother- but it was hard not to let her inside your heart, with the way she was. The charms her dad didn't have, she got them times ten. She was just so sweet, and you were around her all the time, it was hard not to somehow grow fond of her. You just hoped she'd be alright.
"Where's the kid, whore?!" A guard yelled after noticing you were the only one left in the room. You simply smiled, not answering, before he grabbed your neck, pulling you up as much as he could as he fumed. "Save that stupid grin for your son of a bitch at home." He barks, and you desperately try to breathe- unsuccessfully so, until he forcefully pushes you back down, the back of your head hiding the concrete floor with a sickening crack. You squealed out in pain, holding onto the spot for dear life as if that would somehow help it- but it didn't. "I knew sluts like you have to be tied up. You're all just trouble." He says, pulling you by your legs as another set of people come in, binding your legs and hands. You can already feel your fingers getting cold from how tight your wrists are tied- but you black out from the kick to your stomach before you can quite dwell on it.
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"Fuck!" He yells, before he gets up, hands in his hair to somehow help himself not punch the laptop on his table. He's seen it, seen it all- from the moments you would shield Mina like a fearless lioness, the second you had lifted her up into the vents even though he knew your shoulder had to be in horrible pain, to the very moment you had faced the consequences of your actions. He hated that he had to wait, that he had to simply sit here in his office like a coward just to watch you take the beatings.
Because here was the thing with Jungkook; even though he liked to portray himself as someone who always takes the upper hand in things and troubles, when it came to his own personal life far away from his criminal business he ran, he couldn't seem to ever make up his mind. It was like a repeat of his past love affair- but instead of his ex-wife cheating and leaving him with a child, there was you, in some way fighting like a true lionness in order to keep said child safe and sound, even though you didn't even had to. Technically, this would've been the perfect opportunity for you to finally get your freedom back in a way. Because without Mina, there was no use for you being in his grasp anymore. Without her, there was no agreement between the two of you.
And yet there you were. And yet again, he simply watched, simply did nothing.
The entire mansion was already on high alert by now; his most trusted friends Seokjin and Yoongi already out to your location- he could wait. He could wait. He could wait.
Everything would somehow turn out to be just fine by the end of this day. He would successfully take his daughter into his arms, Yoongi and Seokjin would get you out of there, and after a good nights sleep and some first aid for you, things would just return to normal.
But what was normal at this point?
He didn't want things to continue like they did currently. He wanted change, for the first time in his life. He wanted to tell you about his inner thoughts, about his desires concerning you and his future. He wanted to tell you that he didn't just want you to be at his home and with him and his daughter just because of some stupid agreement. He didn't want you to stay with him because he forced you to.
His phone began to chime, your face greeting him as the caller ID as he accepts it. "Daddy-" His heart sinks down to the floor as he hears Mina sniffle on the other side of the line. He has to wait, he thinks, repeats like a mantra. He has to somehow calm her down, tell her everything's alright- "They're hurting mommy!" Mina wails, and somehow, those words make him snap.
Fuck waiting.
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In a way, Mina was a smart kid. She had been nothing but understanding when Jungkook and her mother had broken up- divorced, and fought until she eventually left for good. She had been a little sad for a long time, thinking it had somehow been her fault; but he had assured her, and later on, explained, that Mommy simply didn't love Daddy anymore. In Daycare, she was one of the most well behaved kids ever encountered- careful, and calm. Of course she got excited and happy and sometimes made a mess; but she also was very careful who she interacted with, what kinds of friends she made, and how much she talked about home. She never complained, never threw public tantrums.
Jungkook truly was lucky- that the only thing left of his shattered marriage had been her.
He never had relationships after that- never dated, never truly searched for someone. No one, in his eyes, was worth the risk- and even after meeting you, that was his opinion. But as cliche as it sounded, you were quite different from anyone he'd ever met before.
You spoke your mind; always saying what bothered you, never beating around the bush. Yet, you weren't being a bitch about things. No, you actually could be pretty cute if you wanted to be- be it the moments he had caught you and Mina sneak a taste of her birthday cake in the middle of the night, or the one time he had been sick.
You had been such an angel to him.
Helping him towards the bathroom, never even scrunching your nose in distaste whenever he had to throw up. You simply rubbed his back, helping him towards the sink to rinse, just to lead him back into his bedroom. You had aired the room out, made the bed, made sure that he was staying hydrated and at least tried to eat every day- all without any complains.
Maybe that was the moment his perspective of you shifted into dangerous territory.
He had somehow become hyperaware of the things you did. How well you got along with Mina, how easy going you were becoming with him- how confident yet nurturing and sweet you were, gently scolding him sometimes to not overwork himself. You always made sure his kid felt happy and was healthy, never so much as whined about your past friendships lost; you had simply accepted the new situation.
In a way, you were what he silently dreamed of at night.
Because as much as he loved the sight of you holding Mina whenever she had a nightmare and couldn't sleep, he somehow also craved to be held throughout the night by your arms. Just like he held his daughter in that moment after she had climbed out of the vent into his arms. He could make out some of her words as he simply let himself feel her tiny body in his arms for a moment. Just to make sure she was really there, really alright, really out of harms way. She kept on crying out for you, for him to help you, to save you-
So it was only natural for him to jump out of his car and run after Seokjin, Yoongi, and their squad, as they entered the building.
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Sometimes at night, when you got aware of all the different sounds of the room, you heard the blood rush inside your brain.
Just like now; but now, it was so loud that you could barely hear anything else. Things seemed hazy, fuzzy, your ears stuffed with cotton wool drowning out any sounds might happening around you. Your eyes stayed closed, light way too bright for your raging headache- and the stale metal taste on your tongue wasn't helping either. Your hands had started to tingle long ago, and your knees were hurting from being in the same position for this long. But the moment someone touched you next, it wasn't forceful. It was so gentle, and almost- scared?
You couldn't hear, but you could feel. How the rope was cut, blood rushing painfully into your hands and legs again, pins and needles making them hypersensitive as you were suddenly held- moved, carried?
It smelled like home, that was something your dizzy mind was able to properly make out. It smelled like Jungkooks mansion, and a bit like his office- a faint vanilla hitting your senses, making you faintly smile as your hand reached out, unknowingly grabbing his shirt, holding the fabric as tight as you could as you moaned out in pain when he placed you down again, warmth surrounding you.
Maybe you were dying?
Or maybe not.
Because after some hazy and confusing dreams, you slowly came back to your senses. Eyes opening slowly, there it was; the curtains you knew so well, the balcony opened, air crisp and fresh around you as the door opened. You wanted to move your head, but the fear of triggering another headache was too big.
"Y/N?" Jungkooks voice asked, warm, and almost hesitant. You hummed, and he snapped his head around, noticing that yes- after days of sleeping and slipping in and out of consciousness you were actually awake again. He walked into your field of vision, looking so casual; his white button up undone at the first two buttons, sleeves rolled up as he sat down close to you, palm on the blanket covering you as he-
smiled?
"W-" You had to cough a bit before clearing your throat. "Who are you and what have you done to Jungkook?" You said, and he chuckled, sighing in relief- you had, after all, not lost your charm.
"I think past Jungkook had a moment of self-reflection." He said, watching you as his hand placed itself onto yours, warmth spreading over your skin. "I'm glad you're okay." He admitted. "And thank you. For keeping.. Mina safe." He ended, and you smiled.
"That's literally my job." You said, and he got more serious.
"No, and you know what I mean." His voice was deep and rough, yet held no authority like usual. "You had chances to tell them who you were. That you had no connection to me other than through her; yet you didn't. And we both know why." He said, and you looked at him.
"There are more reasons than just one." You said, eyes drifting to his now empty ring finger on the hand resting on his thigh.
"Does it matter which one I mean?" He asked, and you wanted to scoff.
"It does to me." You said, and he shifted closer after a second, properly holding your hand now as he looked at yours- still a little scratched, but nothing that wouldn't heal.
"You did it because that's the reason you live here." He said. "You also did it because you adore her just as much as I do. And you.." He began, but grew unsure.
"And I?" You smiled, and he looked at you with his typical seriousness.
"And you somehow got stuck in an emotional mess." He explained. "You somehow, deep down, wanted it to be true." His thumb moved over the back of your hand as he spoke. "You wished that.. maybe there was more to it than just, partnership." He said, and you still smiled gently.
"Did I now?" You teased, but to your surprise, he was still looking straight at you.
"I know I did." He humms out. "I still do."
"You're stupid." You said, and he laughed bitterly, taking your words the wrong way as he slipped his out of yours.
"I know." He said, getting up to leave but stopped as you spoke.
"Good." You said, chuckling before coughing. "What, no kiss for me after all I've been through?" You giggled as his wide eyes stared at you. "Rude." You said, and he suddenly realized that no- you weren't rejecting him. You were accepting.
You felt the same.
Noticing his own awkwardness, he leaned over, hands supporting his body as he leaned down, properly placing his lips onto yours. You had never imagined what kissing Jungkook would feel like, but you certainly would've never guessed how gentle and absolutely loving it would be. One of his hands moved towards your cheek, holding it, as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen.
"Mommy!" Came Mina's excited voice, cries instantly noticable as she jumped onto the bed, burying her head into your chest as you held her, a few tears in your eyes from her jumping.
"Mina baby, be careful okay?" He said. But your words were the reason that he ended up tearing up, at the end.
"Mommy's still hurting baby." You said. "But she'll get better soon."
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Not even during the first few magical months of being together with his past ex, had it ever felt like this.
He was euphoric almost; with the way you felt, moved, breathed. It all felt like so much to him, made him feel so.. He couldn't explain it. He had his hands on your hips, fingers careful not to press too hard, but having enough force to move you back and forth over his lap- his length moving in and out of your heat, making you whine, as he watched your breasts in front of him. You fit so perfectly like this, felt so amazing, managed to make him feel needy instead of the other way around.
He turned you over slipping out of you sloppily as he moved positions, now above you as he spread your legs, entering you again easily. He pulled you by your thighs, holding you in place as he began to thrust again, your eyes closing with every movement of his hips.
He loved the sight of it.
Deep down he wanted to take the condom off; he wanted to fill you up, cum inside over and over and over until your cunt would overflow. Not only just to claim you in a weird animalistic sense, but to also make his family complete. He had cut his ties to his illegal activities by now, had settled down with you- and he knew, there was no other person he'd ever have a child with again than with you. "I want to cum inside." He said breathlessly, making you whine in return. "Hm, you'd like that?" He asked teasingly, his thrusts gaining more strength as if to underline his statement. "Stuff you full of my cum, make you leak it and mess up the sheets.." He continues, hand reaching between the two of you to find your clit. "just to make love to you over and over again. I wanna make you cry." He gritted out, suddenly moving you around face down. He pulled up your lower body, entering you again, gliding in easily with the amount of slick you were leaking. "And you'd take it wouldn't you?" He asks, making you nod and groan out as he grows more desperate, faster, harder- throwing you off the edge but never stopping. "You're gonna take it until I cum, don't you dare move away from me." He scolds, holding you tightly, making you gasp out in overstimulation as he continues on, chasing his own high.
He reaches it with a loud groan, burying himself deep inside as he holds you, peppering kisses onto your spine. "I love you, hm.." He whispers out. "So good, so pretty.. all mine.." He huffs, simply falling onto the mattress with you in his arms, cock still buried inside you.
There was a moment of silence, until he spoke again. "I really do mean it though." He said earning only a tired humm from you. He simply chuckled at that, holding you close as he decided to maybe bring that topic up when the timing was a bit better.
For once, he felt like a normal person. Right next to you, in your arms, as you turned around to pull him close, burying your face into his chest.
Right where he belonged.
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