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acewritesfics · 3 months

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Her Father's Eyes | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No

Fic Type: Imagine

Warnings: former friends. Mentions of drunken one night stand, tough decisions were made.

Word Count: 1,876

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⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

"Mabel, sweetheart, please slow down," Y/N calls after her three-year-old daughter as she runs away from her and towards the spot where they sit by the pond.

"Picnic! Mummy! Picnic!" The toddler cheers but comes to a halt as she notices someone in their spot.

Noticing the familiar faces surrounded by a brood of children, she adjusts the basket and blanket in her arms and takes Mabel's hand leading her to another area of the park. "Let's go find another place to sit."

Arriving under a tree, Y/N lets go of Mabel's and sets the picnic basket on the ground. Unfolding the blanket, she lays it out on the ground and places the blanket on it before walking over to her daughter and lifting her up to place her on the blanket.

Y/N takes out a handful of the toys she's brought with them. Mabel has a doll and a wooden horse with her that she will not leave the house without. She sits down and arranges the toys in front of Mabel. "Here you go, my love."

"Thank you, mummy."

"You're welcome," she smiles lovingly at her daughter, watching her play.

The little girl bears hardly any resemblance to her. She is convinced that Mabel looks more like her father with dark hair, button nose, pouted lips and vibrant blue eyes. Those same blue eyes were one of the reasons she was hesitant to return to Small Heath. People would know with only one look at Mabel, who she belonged too.

"Is that really you, Y/N L/N?"

Looking up from her daughter, Y/N saw Ada standing there, clutching Karl's hand, a stunned expression on her face. She didn't believe the lone girl among the Shelby siblings would see her from where she was.

"Ada, it's good to see you again," she says as she rises to her feet. She's immediately drawn in for a hug. "What are you doing in Small Heath? Last I heard, you were done with this place."

"The same goes for you. I'm back for a little visit. I thought Karl would enjoy spending time with his cousins," Ada explains. "How about you? Polly told me you moved to Norwich be closer to your sister."

"I returned a month ago to care for my mother," she says solemnly. "She became ill with a fever."

"How is she doing?" Ada inquires.

"She passed away 10 days ago," she replies, sadly.

"I'm truly sorry, Y/N. She was a wonderful lady" Ada expresses her condolences. The young woman hadn't seen Y/N's mother in a long time.

"Look, Mummy!" Mabel's enthusiastic shout cut her conversation with Ada short. She turns to the small girl who's pointing to the duck and ducklings swimming in the pond. Mabel's favourite animal, along with horses, happens to be ducks. She is completely enamoured with them. "Duckies!"

"They're duckies," she gasps feigning excitement as she kneels back on the blanket next to her.

"My goodness, who is this lovely little thing?" Ada asks, kneeling down to Mabel's level. When she takes a good look at the girl who looks so much like her father, she tries to hide her surprise.

"This is Mabel, my daughter," she introduces them. "Mabel, love, this is mummy's old friend Ada and her son Karl."

"It's lovely to meet you, Mabel," Ada smiles and holds her hand out towards Mabel. Mabel places her much smaller hand in hers and shakes it. "Karl, why don't you play with Mabel while mummy and Y/N have a little chat," Ada instructs her son as she encourages him to sit with Mabel.

Karl nods and sits beside Mabel as she shows him her doll and wooden horse and instructs him on how to play with them. She has no idea they are related, but she is already ordering him about. She is, after all, her father's daughter.

"Karl is growing into a handsome young man," Y/N watches the children. She last saw him during Freddie's funeral. If she remembered correctly, Karl was about two years old at the time. A few months later, she became pregnant with Mabel.

Glancing to Ada when she doesn't say anything, she sees that her old friend's lips are pursed, eyes slightly squinted and is thinking hard about something as she watches Mabel.

"She is beautiful Y/N," Ada finally says, having finished pondering her thoughts. "Is her father around?"

"No..." she admits looking down at her hands resting in her lap, thinking of how her daughter was conceived during a drunken night of passion. "No, he's not around."

"Does he know?" Ada continues to question her. Y/N goes to answer but Ada cuts her off before she can get a word out. "Of course he doesn't, other wise you'd be wearing his ring and using his last name. Does she have his last name?"

Y/N nods. "Her name is Mabel Evelyn Shelby."

"Will you tell him?" she asks.

"When the time is right," she sighs knowing it was inevitable now that she was back in Small Heath. The whispers could already be heard. Whether Tommy heard them or not, she didn't know.

"Are you living in your mum's house?" Ada asks, looking as though she's thinking up something.

She looks at her suspiciously. "We are."

"Well then, I'll drop by tomorrow and give you my address and telephone number that way you can call me and come visit when you're in London," Ada says as she stands to her feet. "I would love for Karl to get to know his cousin."

"So would I," Y/N agrees, also standing to her feet.

Ada draws her in for another hug. When she lets go, she turns to the children. "Karl, it's time to go, sweetheart. Say goodbye to Mabel."

Y/N smiles when Karl mumbles a goodbye to his cousin. Mabel in return gives him a quick hug.

"That she doesn't get from her father," Ada quips as Karl walks over to her.

"I don't know. Tommy could be pretty affectionate when we were kids," she giggles thinking of how different Tommy was when they were growing up.

Later that night, when Mabel had finally drifted off to sleep, Y/N kisses her daughter's head, whispering sweet dreams to her before leaving her bedroom.

She moves into the kitchen and is about to start on the dishes when there is a knock on the door. She wipes her hands on the dish cloth and makes her way to the front door.

Swinging the door open, she’s startled to find Tommy standing there, a cigarette hanging from his perfect lips and an unsure look in those eyes he shares with his daughter.

“Tommy,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper but Tommy hears it.

“I know it’s late, but can I come in,” he asks, his smooth voice sounds uncertain, which isn’t what you heard often when he speaks.

She nods, moving out of the doorway to let him in. Once he’s inside, she closes the door and turns around to face him. She’s unable to look at him as she anxiously messes with the hem of her blouse.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, his voice going from unsure, to frustrated and impatient.

“Tell you what?” She asks, playing ignorant.

He frowns, “Do you think I’m daft?”

“Not at all,” she answers. Tommy had always been a smart one, even when he was being stupid.

“Then why didn’t you fucking tell me I have a daughter?”

“Because I knew as soon as you found out you’d have us married and playing house while you were still in love with that traitor.”

“I didn’t love her, she was a distraction from you,” he admits.

“That’s lovely, ain’t it?” She says sarcastically. “The boy I grew up loving, fucked a traitorous spy so he could distract himself from me.”

“Didn’t work though, did it?” He scoffs.

“Did you come here to argue about our past or ask about Mabel?” She questions him, her own patience wearing thin.

“Her names Mabel?” He asks. “After your grandmother.”

She nods remembering the woman she named her daughter after. Her grandma Mabel was the sweetest woman anyone would ever meet. She was always baking something sweet to hand out to the neighbourhood kids, crocheting blankets for expecting mothers and visiting the hospital to read to the sick children. Everybody loved her and she loved everyone.

“What’s the real reason you didn’t tell me about her?” he asks, less heated then a minute ago.

“I wanted to keep her safe,” she tells him, truthfully.

“I can keep her safe.”

“Can you though?” She questions him. “Don’t get me wrong, Tom, I am proud of how far you’ve taken the Shelby name. But as you’ve climbed the ladder, you’ve made enemies. Some of those enemies won’t hesitate to use her, a sweet and innocent little girl, against you and I couldn’t have that.”

“I want to see her,” he quietly demands.

“She’s asleep in bed,” she tells him. “Just don’t wake her.” She leads him to Mabel’s bedroom.

The door creaks as she pushes it open and walks into the room ahead of him. She watches him as he stares down at the little girl curled up in her bed, clutching her doll to her chest as soft snores emanate from her.

“She looks like you,” Tommy says softly as he looks down at the little girl with astonishment.

Y/N let’s out a chuckle, “I think she looks like you. Wait until she opens those pretty blue eyes of hers. She’s all you, Tommy.”

Watching his little girl sleep, brings a calmness to him and an understanding of why she did it. He would go to any lengths to protect her now knowing that she’s his, just like Y/N had gone to hers. “I understand why you didn’t tell me.”

“I should have told you,” she starts her apology. “I’m sorry I never told you. Just know it wasn’t an easy decision and it broke my heart to do it but I had to keep her safe. You have every right to be angry with me and to hate me.”

“Don’t leave again,” he says barely above a whisper, his eyes never moving from his daughter. “Don’t take her away again. Let me be here for her and you. Let me take care of the both of you.”

“We’re not going anywhere, Tom,” she tells him moving to stand closer to him as she also admires there little girl. “I know you can protect her and keep her safe.”

“And you,” he adds. “I can keep you safe and protected too.”

“You don’t need to worry about me,” she tells him.

“But I do,” he says before adding, “I always have. Even more so now that we’re going to be a family.”

“So, now you want to marry me?” She quips and leads him back out of the room so they don’t wake Mabel.

“I should have married you years ago,” he admits as they move into the kitchen, where Y/N makes them a cup of tea.

All through the night, the two parents talk about Mabel, Y/N filling him on everything he’s missed and Tommy learning everything he can about his daughter.

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yuugen-benni · 4 months

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''Not a Father's Day''

When your husband gets a baby fever TAGS: Childe x reader, the word ''sex'' appear only once, mentions of pregnancy (yes I'm breaking my own rule), Modern AU A/N: This is based on ''How I met your mother'' T4 E7, and I'M OBSESSED WITH THE HEADER PLUSHIE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Guys, when you get married remember, Marriage has three stages:

Stage number 1: Teen era Even after you've known each other for years and years, almost tried to kill each other, and probably seen you both naked, you'll act like teenagers in their prime. You know, teasing, blushing for any reason, sex in the most inopportune places, those things that one day you will remember and feel ashamed of yourself.

Stage number 2 - Finding out The part of the relationship where you realize you knew absolutely nothing about your partner. Actually, "Nothing" is an exaggeration but you get the point. You start to know about small things that are shocking to the point of being considered a secret. Everyone has a secret, right? And the best way to count them is to dump each one. For example, Childe talking about her crazy exes:

''it's raining, look!….Oh, this reminds me so much of a crazy ex of mine who was in front of my apartment one night yelling about how she and I were meant for each other, and her husband was by her side! And the unbelievable was-''

And he kept talking and talking, while your expression was screaming ''There is more ?!'' and your mind thanks God for being normal;

Stage number 3 - Perfect couple

Here is when you became a perfect couple. What is a perfect couple? Two people who have spent so much time together that they can now create an encyclopledia about their partner. Habits, tics, favorite foods, the number of Hot Wheels cars your partner has collected, that sort of thing. Even reading expressions is possible;

The fights end and so do the disagreements

But there is only one subject that can break this: Babies.

''Hey babe, I'm back!" Childe announces his arrival, the door closes behind him as he walks over to you in the kitchen, and peck your lips "I was on my way here when I found out this little sock on our doorstep…?" Childe leans on the counter by his side with a confused expression while he plays with the child's sock, noticing the cute little blue patterns. You, who was kindly decorating cookies for Childe's siblings, looked up to look at the little thing

''It must be from new neighbors, they got the opposite apartment and knocked our door asking for help'' You started, leaving aside the piping bag ''Finally some new people! It's been so long since someone rented an apartment here'' the man commented, approaching the cookies discreetly before wincing at the slap you gave his hand

''They have two kids'' Continuing ''a baby girl and a boy with Teucer's age''

At the mention of his brother, Childe's expression changed, forgetting his red fingers. ''Awesome, we could invite them to dinner this weekend, If that's not a problem'' He gave an idea, but then raised an eyebrow at your dull expression

''They seem like good people…but I-I'm sure they'll ask those awkward questions like 'when are you two having a baby' and then apologize for being intrusive after being intrusive'' Of course, it was just an assumption, you had only interacted with them for minutes but your biggest mistake in this conversation was bringing up the subject you two avoid. Childe laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

''Well-''

"Childe, we already talked about this. You just have a silly baby fever, and in case you didn't know, fever goes away" You quickly dismissed him, knowing he wouldn't give up so soon. Having a child was a big request, a big wish. But it's not like it wouldn't be ''easy'', you have enough money to have 50 kids and they still wouldn't use up half of Childe's bank account. His family lives in the apartment next door and could teach you more about how to take care of children…But there was still an insecurity boiling inside you.

"But what if it doesn't go away ? What If the urge to go out just to buy little socks for our child keeps eating me ?" He was almost pleading, looking into your eyes just when you tried to avoid his gaze

"...First, you need to give me good arguments" you replied after sigh, somewhat expressing your guilty. Childe opens a big smile and approaches you once more, A fox look - persuasive "hmm... don't you want hold a mini silly Childe in your arms ?-"

"Cut it off! This is serious!"

"O-okay!" He chuckled softly before silence filled the room, he looked at the floor and then at the main kitchen window "We would practically be building a story…That's not the reason I would want to have a child, in fact you is my reason. Sometimes I feel like you are the reason for my existence… and they would [literally] understand me"

You stayed quiet and walked away from the counter, taking off your apron before gently kissing his lips. He cupped your face, wiping away the small traces of flour on your cheeks. ''I'm convincing, aren't I?'' He whispered and pulled away, taking a few steps backwards as he bit into the cookie he stole while you weren't looking. Bastard. You didn't even have time to shout at him because the man was already on the other side of the apartment; you sighed, but couldn't help but giggle.

You married a idiot, a handsome idiot. Have fun.

#yes guys I like sitcoms it's my obsession #this was actually fun to write!#benni #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #2024 is my year #genshin #childe #tartaglia #Obrigadaeuteamo

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 2 months

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You're feeling ill: COD headcanons

[MY MASTERLIST]

Rating: G Words: 600~ Pairing: none tags: SFW!, fluff, gn!reader, recovering from sickness, comfort. a/n: I'm feeling **so** sick (have a migraine) and decided to write these while waiting for my sleep aids to kick in.

Ghost: He's very caretaking-oriented and less so comforting. Clogged nose? He gets you a nasal spray and tissues. Hungry? Have some soup. Nauseous? Tea and saltines. Migraine? Turns off the lights and tells you to sleep. It sucks if you wanna cuddle and bask in his warmth because he will make you have the bed all for yourself so you can get better. Nonetheless, he's very efficient at taking care of you.

Price: This man is chronically sick. Not a day goes by where he's not nauseous or got a headache. (He joked about it in MW3, but frankly sounds accurate considering his high-stress job). This means that his perspective is a bit skewed. Will probably ask you "Are you sick enough that it's affecting your ability to work/study?" and when you say yes, will make sure to get you to bed and put a few meds, tissues, water bottles within your reach. Probably won't cuddle or coddle you, but will check in on you periodically and tuck you into bed with forehead kisses and words of encouragement.

Soap: (Is probably the reason you're sick in the first place) Will be miserable with you in bed. Everytime you sniffle or complain, he'll be right there with you, holding you close and grumbling "I ken, bonnie lass" in your ear. Will likely be all over you, hesitant to leave your side for longer than to get you things you need. Doesn't mind that you're sweaty/feverish/weak, he's rubbing himself on you like a puppy that's trying to lick you better.

Gaz: The man is a saint. He'll wrap his arms around you and kiss your forehead and rock you a little bit side to side until you fall asleep on top of him. Won't even complain about your bad breath when you have to mouthbreathe because of your clogged nose. Won't complain when you need to be away because you're overheating. Won't complain when you need all the lights off or the room to be cold either.

Alejandro: Remembers all the home remedies his mama used to use when he was little. 7Up for upset tummies, Caldo de Pollo for colds, loads of herbal tea, and Vicks VapoRub for literally any and every ailment. Will also hold you close, probably sit by your side and hold your hand and kiss the back of it while you groggily complain about how bad you feel.

Rodolfo: Also uses home remedies ^ but is a lot more likely to rush off to the pharmacy (even if it's the middle of the night!) to get you actual medication, especially when you're complaining about something specific like a headache or sore muscles. Will bathe you if you have a fever and feel gross and sweaty. Will spoon you from behind and play with your hair until you doze off.

Graves: Will let you groan and huff about how sick you feel. Probably teases you a bit when your voice gets nasally or hoarse, but will proceed to take care of you. Also whenever you get light-headed, he finds it to be hilarious. He parks you on the living room couch with blankets and pillows, tells you to tell him what you need and gets it for you. Also purposely makes you take copious amounts of Nyquil to knock you out.

König: Subscribes to the German (yes, I know he's Austrian) way of thinking that fresh air (and water) fixes everything!. Your head hurts? "Here, drink Wasser". You have a fever? "You need Lüften, I will open the window". You have cramps/nausea? "You need fresh air. Let's go for a walk. It will make you teel better." He means well and, granted, most of it works!! But my God, man, you don't want to go for a 3km hike when you feel like you're going to vomit.

#ikea writes 💚#cod fanfic #headcanon #simon ghost riley #captain john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #phillip graves #könig #feeling sick #sickness

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cheollipop · 8 months

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Hello!! sleepovers fuck yeah i love sleepovers~ firstly CONGRATS on 2k 🥳 the idea of sleepovers makes me feel so soft so my submission would be pure soft loveydovey fluff!! (ot8 ateez ensemble/poly! fem reader)

the idea of (f) reader being sick and unwell and all of the boys scramble to make her feel better and comfort you but it’s also utter chaos because they’re all trying to be the best boyfriend taking care of you! at the end of the day you end up comforting them too and you all end on top of eachother all cuddling watching tv and being affectionate (members that dislike skinship just finding comfort next to everyone)

just picturing them all trying to take care of you in their own way- woo trying to make favourite soup, jongho serenading you quietly, san stroking your hair, seonghwa cleaning you up when you’ve been sick?? like the list goes ON and on for them!! but also them interacting with eachother the competitiveness- the protectiveness acting like you’re dying when it’s literally just a flu 😭

so soft for them🥹

~id also SO be down if some nsfw love making etc was sprinkled or suggested like bathing together and taking care of ALL your needs ygm~

will be bundled up in my blankets all cozy to read your work, hope you enjoy writing it i know i’ll enjoy reading it🥰 mwah

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omg bunnie hello!! you sent me this beautiful ask so now we're on a first-name-basis tyvm (and you get a tag). "my submission would be pure soft loveydovey fluff" you didn't lie!!!! this is so so SO cute omg, and the way I'm coming down with a cold rn too,, the universe practically sat me down and told me to write this or else. ahem. anyway, I won't lie, I was a bit stuck trying to figure out what to write for this one bc the fluff part is so beautifully written as it is;; so you get smut!! and I'm feeling like a little tease, soooo... hehe sorry~ ^^ thank you so much for your kind words!! I really hope you enjoy reading~ mwah <3

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader x jung wooyoung

w.c.: 0.7k

tags: smut, fingering (f), praise, some teasing, pet names, soft doms!woohwa, but seonghwa's in charge ^^, and he cares more about your health than what you want ^^

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Blunt nails scratched at your scalp, shampoo suds slowly making their way down your temple as Seonghwa worked them into your hair. A damp patch spread through the thin pajama bottoms where you’d been leaning back against his thigh, his body propped up at the edge of the porcelain tub. You sank your body further, chin dipping under the warm water with every exhale, a whine on your lips as skilled hands disrupted the bubbles around your crotch.

Kneeling on the tiled floor, Wooyoung worked your cunt under the veil of floral-scented foam, two fingers pumping bathwater into your heated walls while he took in the breathy noises leaving your mouth.

“Something wrong, love?”

Seonghwa’s voice sent a shiver down your spine, walls squeezing around the digits fucking into your g-spot with practiced ease. “Hwa, please.”

“You asked for this, didn't you?” He teased, massaging the spot behind your ears with his thumbs.

“No,” you whimpered, “wanted you to fuck me, please,” you rutted against Wooyoung’s palm, trying to create friction over your clit.

“And he said no,” Wooyoung—head tilted in amusement, his eyes focused on the progressive shifts in your expression—reiterated Seonghwa’s earlier instruction, scoffing at the angry leg kicks creating soapy waves around your immersed figure.

“Darling, you’re sick,” the older man tilted your head upwards to meet your narrowed gaze, leaning down to press a kiss to your heated forehead, lips pausing over your skin before pecking it once more and moving away as he straightened up. “I’ll fuck you nice and full once your fever goes away, how’s that sound?”

An exhaled laugh blew out of Wooyoung’s nose, the effect Seonghwa’s words had on you evident in the tight squeeze around his fingers. You nodded enthusiastically, eyelashes fluttering while he peppered a few more kisses over your temples and nose, only for your attention to be drawn back to the man at your side, head snapping towards him as he began pistoning his fingers into your cunt with restless vigour.

“I’m the one making you feel good, pretty girl, pay attention to me,” Wooyoung cooed, his free hand cupping your face, thumb tenderly caressing the highest point of your cheek while the fingers stuffed within your drenched pussy guided you towards the steep edge of your orgasm.

“Woo, please, ngh- I’m,” your spine arched against the porcelain, the pressure in your lower belly growing hastily and your pussy leaking hot slick into the tepid water.

“Come on, darling, show me how hard you’re gonna come on Youngie’s fingers,” Seonghwa’s honeyed tone reverberated in your ear, delicate hands kneading into your tense shoulders.

Your hips lifted off the tub to meet Wooyoung’s thrusts, his fast-paced rhythm shifting to deliberate glides of his fingertips over your sensitive gland, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm crashed through you, your body floating off the edge while Wooyoung guided you through it with mumbled praise. Plush lips planting kisses over your damp skin, a warm stream of water washing the floral shampoo out of your hair while you spasmed under the two men’s touch. Your voice—hoarse and broken—echoed between the tiles, persistent fingers languidly stroking your walls as you came down from a mind-numbing high, reaching between your quivering legs to paw at them until they left you stretched out and empty, clenching around nothing.

It took you a few moments to take in your present state, to register the deep breaths in the steamy room as your own, to feel the rough washcloth wiping off the layer of sweat glimmering over your skin, another set of hands kneading the flesh at your hips to ease the trembles shaking your figure. You sighed as you relaxed back into the hard surface behind you, eyes only fluttering open when Seonghwa broke the comfortable silence, lips parted and hand loosely clutching the cloth near your breast, the hard length of his cock throbbing against the back of your head.

“My good girl,” he smiled, eyes brimming with lust as he took in your limp, fucked-out form. “‘Gonna get better quickly, or will I have to fuck you back to health?”

#panda's 2k sleepover o(≧▽≦)o #cromernet #park seonghwa x reader #jung wooyoung x reader #ateez x reader #park seonghwa smut #jung wooyoung smut #seonghwa x reader #wooyoung x reader #seonghwa smut #wooyoung smut #ateez imagine #bunnie 🐰

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 7 months

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I’m begging on my knees rn for bill kaulitz daughter reader anything. Like I imagine they’re super close and he had her at like 16 and she’s his baby. When he goes live with the band she’s right next to him, they have self care days where they just chill and do face masks and stuff, hugging and cuddling all the time. She def goes to Heidi and tom’s house at least twice a week to hang with them and texts Georg and Gustav every day just to talk to them. The fans would adore her, edits galore. Thanks sm pook 🫶🏻

Bill Kaulitz's Daughter #2

He definitely has adores you ever since you were born

Sure you were born when he was young but he didn't care

It was a little stressful though

Especially with just starting out with being famous

He didn't know how to deal with that and especially with paparazzi

When it came out he was a teen Dad already when he was just famous and sixteen he got a bit of hate

It didn't matter though as the fandom back then was amazing and didn't care about Bill being a dad

They just loves him more and they loves you as well

Whenever fans would see you they would swoon, especially with seeing you on your dad's hip

You were always with Bill and the band every single time they were on tour, photoshoots, anything

The boys loved you and in photoshoots you were practically a prop

You were once sat on a fancy chair in that one photoshoot with them all kneeling and bowing down for jokes as the cameraman just let them take the pictures

Fans would always want your little autographs as well and they were just as valuable to them as Bill's were

When you were little there were so many pictures of girl fans holding you and kissing your cheeks with your little smile and laugh being captured

You were a really loved and cherished baby

Tom definitely used you to get girls but he also loves his niece

He loved taking you from Bill, walking you or taking you out anywhere and everywhere

Georg would steal you when Bill slept and took you everywhere with him and Gustav

You were once in a club somehow and drinking soda while on the bartenders hip and Georg serving drinks while Gustav was having the time of his life

Nobody knew how and Bill almost killed them but it was a fun time

You were always taken on stage and got to throw stuff in the crowd as well

You loved the attention and the spotlight as well

Bill kept you away from the hate and the bad things, especially when your house was broken into and you guys were moved away to LA

Bill did a very good job at being your dad even if he was young and not so mature yet

He made it very known that you were the best thing to happen to him, you're why he was still there when he was going through stuff and you're the best kid in the world

He would always post your accomplishments, went to any games or recotald or plays you had and be proud

He made sure you had everything and anything you needed as well and didn't care what people thought of him

When you get older your dad and you just get closer

You're always hanging out with him, and proud to be his kid

He wants to relax with you a lot so you guys have little pamper and relax sessions

Skin care, watching movies or stuffing your faces with anything you could want

You always want a hug from your dad, probably still sleep in his bed like your little from time to time

You are a guest in his lives, in photos and videos and hugs all the time

There weren't a lot of edits though because it was in the early 2000's

But when the band got popular again in 2023?

YOU HAD YOUR OWN TAGS, VIDEOS AND EDITS

You saw videos and edits of you from years ago and stuff that you didn't even remember and just reminisced all over again

It was like a fever dream and the fans loved you just as much still

You definitely always go to Heidi and Tom's house as well

You're very close with your uncle's still and Tom's step kids and Heidi

You steal Tom's clothes and shit and still tease him like your a kid still

He's the uncle trying to keep you out of trouble but somehow gets into trouble with you

So many pictures of you around his house as well as your like his own baby even when you're his niece

He loves letting you stay over and lets you all the time

You're constantly texting Georg and Gustav even if you're not living as close to them anymore

You miss those times on the tour bus everyday with them and being so close to them

But you manage and you still visit them and they visit you

You were probably a flower girl in Gustavs wedding and were so happy to meet your cousin, Gustavs daughter, as well

Georg and his fiance are also so close to you as well

You once snuck literally out to Germany somehow and crashed at Gustav's place and somehow Georg was there

Nobody told Bill until he called Gustav and freaked because he couldn't find you and Gustav just passed the phone to you

You weren't even mad, just wanted to see your cousin and uncles

Bill just stopped and stared at you with a deadpan

He has accepted it and loves you but you definitely got grounded

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hoenoredone · 8 months

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IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH – nanami kento

a/n: sorry for the inactivity, exams have been kicking my ass

contents: nanami is starting to get old. he used to be able to withstand nights of drinking until he passed out and the subsequent work day, but now the a/c gives him a cold. tags: sfw, enstablished relationship, married au, non sorcerer au, fem!reader, talks of snot and fever, unbelievably self indulgent.

unbelievable. un-believable. you knew something was wrong when nanami had made himself a cup of chamomile tea with a spoonful of honey the night before. he had told you he was just tired from work, but – realistically – who wants to have hot tea in the middle of july? he had been clearig his throat way too often before going to bed, and he looked like he was struggling to swallow whatever food you offered.

after years of marriage you knew better than to ask him about it, he'd only deny feeling unwell. so you do the next best thing: slip him a tablet for his sore throat with the usual vitamins he takes every night. he fell asleep almost instantly, his body already tired from fighting off the illness. he unintentionally woke you up at around 4am from blowing his nose a little too hard, causing him to cough into the tissue.

he struggled to fall asleep again after that, tossing and turning every couple of minutes, no doubt from not being able to breathe properly. it's in that precise moment (5:33am) when you decide that he's taking the day off tomorrow. he's an icredibly responsible worker, he has more than enough sick days accumulated to be able to use at least one.

you wake up before him – miraculously, considering how little sleep you got – and make him some breakfast as quietly as possible. you decided not to turn off his alarm clock because you knew he would not listen to you and simply rush straight to work if you had done that. so you opt to set the table and place the freshly squeezed orange and ginger juice next to his green tea and a bowl of honey-banana oatmeal.

you hear the familiar beeping of the alarm clock as you're pouring yourself a cup of coffee, and patiently wait for your husband to come into the kitchen. you must be lost in thought because you almost don't notie him until he rests his head on your shoulder and tries to stifle a cough.

"morning," he groggily says.

"sweetheart," you coo while turning to face him, "did you have trouble sleeping? i heard you coughing at some point. here," you place your coffee down on the counter and raise your hand to his forehead, "let me see."

you almost gasp at the heaviness of his eyelids and the unusual warmth of his forehead.

"kento, you look ill," and he knows you're serious, you never call him by his name.

"i feel fine," he tries, but he knows that it's useless. he doesn't feel too bad, just congested. and he has a headache. and his throat is killing him. he can power through.

"have some breakfast and go back to bed, i'll text your boss and bring you some medicine after," he can't even protest, the thought of having to get ready and go into that cold, cold office where his cubicle is inches away from the a/c sending chills down his spine. not like his protests would matter much, regardless, as you're already sprinting to his phone. so he sits down, alternates between sipping his tea and the juice you had made him (the ginger burns his throat but he forces himself to swallow). he tries to eat most of the oatmeal but his stomach just doesn't agree with him, so he leaves a little less than half of it in the bowl.

he's a good man, tidies up after himself even when oh so horribly sick, and goes back to bed. once you hear the rustling of the covers you know you've succeded. you exit the bathroom, a smidge of eye cream unblended on your cheek, and hand him a glass of water and some ibuprofen. you make sure he has enough tissues by the bed and leave him a bottle of cough syrup and a spoon on his nightstand. you tuck the comforter all the way up his chin and grab some clothes to get ready for work.

once you're ready you come back into the bedroom and almost decide to leave without giving him a kiss in fear of disturbing his rest. you opt against that, knowing how unusually whiny your husband gets when he's sick. so you place a gentle hand on his arm and leave a peck on his forehead.

"i'll try to be back for lunch," you whisper, "but if i don't make it there should be some leftovers in the fridge if you feel up to it."

he groans in response as you make your way to your shoe rack, a barely audible "love you" from him painting a smile on your lips as you quietly close the door.

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic

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joyfuladorable · 3 months

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Fuck it, here's all my favorite Mikey-centric fanfics!!

There's A LOT + personal blurbs, so they're going under the cut (Mostly AO3, but there are some FFN links, too. Also, besides like the first two, there's no favoritism in the order)

2k3:

Pretend That I Never Left by redstringraven(sirimiri) - Complete/Plans for an Epilogue & Sequel!!

Fic that changed my BRAIN?! If my fanart [1 | 2 | 3] for it is any indicator, lol. I'll say for the umpteenth time that if you're looking for an Excellent Mikey fic with Perfect Characterization, this is IT (and you don't need to know ANYTHING about HZD trust me TRUST ME this fic deserves WAY more love) His swift ride-or-die friendship with Aloy will melt your damn heart!

Dragon of the Sun by ForestWhisper3 - Ongoing

My Other TOP favorite Mikey fic!! Again, fanart [1 | 2 | 3] indicator! Slow Burn(ish) Canon Divergence of Mikey unlocking his Mystic Powers as his family looks on in dismay as they struggle to protect him. The Good Shit!!!

Of Darkness And Light by Bayluff - Complete

OOOOOOO THIS ONE! Very good (also drew fanart for it)! Evil creature literally trying to consume Mikey's lifeforce from within as his family scrambles to help

A Chat With The Titan by secreterces5 - Complete

Mikey has a fun one-on-one talk with the supposedly reformed Bishop in Fast Forward. Mikey vaguely threatening Bishop, HEEHEE

A Simple Act Of Kindness by UlisaBarbic - Complete

That feel when you put your worth in what you can DO and the wish to be Acknowledged and the ONE thing you thought you did right was taken away OOGH AGH OOOOGH

Difficulty Breathing by RealityBreakGirl - Complete

Mikey did not come out of Grudge Match unscathed *smile* Truly one of my favorite 03 Mikey prompts to read about (honestly just check the entirety of the Grudge Match tag on AO3 for a fun time)

"A delivery boy! Uh, or turtle." by LollyHolly99 - Complete

Fic that has the distinction of being the first one I ever did fanart for! Gender Feels for Mikey cuz they're just like me FR!!

What Darkness Most Fears by UlisaBarbic - Complete

OOOGH AGH I LOVE THIS ONE!! Mikey has to save his bros from the clutches of an evil spirit while surviving horrifying monsters and battling a wicked fever!

Michelangelo by ForestWhisper3 - Complete

Mikey through the eyes of his family and how much they respect him and know him UwU

Mikey's Jigsaw by SailorSaysAhoy - Complete

Another awesome gender Mikey fic HOOHAA

Train-Wreck of Thought by halogalopaghost - Complete

When you're so talented you learn how to astral project but you start using it for pranks instead of understanding the drawbacks of said power and that bites you majorly in the ass big time (very good my stomach turned while reading this /pos)

A Brother's Bond by SuperKat - Complete

Mikey gets Real Sick and the fam can't help but remember last time one of them got so ill. OH MAN heartstrings WILL be pulled in this one!!

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year by moogsthewriter - Complete

Why can't Mikey ever catch a break during Christmas! A short fic that I enjoy Immensely for Mikey being stubbornly heroic and his family desperately trying to play catch up to help him

Questioning Choices by Mystic Medjai - Complete

Fun day at the beach goes catastrophically bad and the fam has to make difficult decisions to keep Mikey alive. THIS THIS THIS!! If I could pour this into my veins for the perfectly paced plot and characterization...

When It Counts by Kallasilya - Complete

Short fic of Mikey stubbornly and bitterly proving his brothers wrong (+ Don being a good brother)

Favourite Disease by devirnis - Complete

Mikey is forced to save his brothers as his body gradually falls apart from the inside. SO GOOD UGH Mikey being forced to deal with situations on his own always show how far he can Shine!

Nowhere Boy by taizi - Complete

OOOH I dunno how I can summarize this without giving the plot away but just know Mikey pulls through by thinking of his family

To Fit the Crime by T33la - Complete

AHHH AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHHH!! Mikey is accused of Murder and receives his sentence before his brothers can even jump to his defense! Oh the twists and turns of this murder mystery!!

you want to know why i sit and sigh (the night is so young it hurts) by love_killed_the_superstar - Complete

Angel and Mikey bonding over comics and unsupportive brothers So Cute)

imma be real with you (cause i started being real with me) by love_killed_the_superstar - Complete

Leo and Usagi being supportive of Mikey as he struggles to train for the upcoming Battle Nexus fight (and also maybe they flirt with each other a teensy bit)

just a hop, skip, and a jump away by baba_buoy - Complete

Mikey sick fic. Heart melting amounts of comfort UwU

Weak Link by yellowhollyhock - Complete

Sweet fic of Mikey feeling insecure about his place on the team, and Leo going through great lengths to prove him wrong like a good older brother :')

'Cause you are the sun, he is your moon/And though he can't speak, he will thank you soon by naivesilver - Complete

Post-Grudge Match Mikey waking up in the middle of the night bitter and sore and gods damn why's Raph awake, too?

Hunted by DysfunctionalRequest - Complete

Mikey wandering the woods alone in the middle of the night and having a VERY unfortunate encounter with hunters

Flipbook by T33la - Complete

Heartfelt moment between Mikey and Don concerning SAINW that makes me want to smash a cinder block against my head /pos

Dramaturgy by Completely_Unaware - Ongoing

Mind the tags! Mikey deals with a Battle Nexus loss in an unhealthy way (UmU)

The Red Means I Love You (Work) by AnonymousCritter - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS! AU of Fast Forward. Mikey isn't saved from the traffickers in time and things spiral from there

The So-Called "Champion of the Battle Nexus" by 0ozero0 - Ongoing

Grudge Match canon divergence where Mikey gets hurt a little more seriously than in canon (but still wins)

2012:

Devil took your hand by moogsthewriter & taizi - Complete

Mikey mind controlled by the Shredder moment!! *laughs through my pain and tears and screaming*

walk with open hands by taizi - Complete

Mikey gets his hands on one of Renet's watches and things go topsy turvy from there (and it HURTS ME)

(un)reality by SpectrumWriting - Complete

Mind the Tags! Dimension X AU where Mikey is captured by the Kraang and is put through the wringer in more ways than one (OWIE)

evermore (Dimension X AU) series by coffeejellyenthusiast - Complete?

Mind the Tags! Mikey was in Dimension X for over a year and he's NOT OKAY

Gravitational Collapse series by Writing_In_Denial - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS!! An Incredible it gets worse before it gets better series of Mikey being unintentionally abandoned by his brothers post-series and dealing with some Major Isolation and OOOGH IT HURTS ME SO MUCH BUT I WILL KEEP READING FOR THE EVENTUAL COMFORT

traveling so far to get there by taizi - Complete

Mikey and Raph getting stuck in an empty, post-apocalyptic world and struggling to survive (their BOND IN THIS IS SO SWEET WEH)

Rise:

nice, nice by postergirlsprank - Complete

Short fic of Casey Sr and Mikey bonding after an unfortunate encounter while on a snack run (Hey if you want more context for how this author writes Casey, go read his fic Imperfect Animals too heehoo)

either way, we're not alone by sinaesthesis - Complete

Mikey throughout the years of the Kraang Apocalypse (Lots of Loss and Hurt and Badassery)

going under by redhairedmuses - Complete

Mikey almost drowns during a fight with a mutant

Hyperactive Hypothermia by VeryAngryGremlin - Complete

After Mikey's winter wear accidentally goes in flames and a villain-enduced avalanche, Donnie struggles to keep his baby brother warm

that’s where the blood’s supposed to be! by Dragon_Scales_and_Fairy_Tales - Complete

With Raph and Leo constantly bickering, Mikey ignores a very serious injury after a fight with Meat Sweats

Clever Little Dino! by VeryAngryGremlin - Complete

Mikey trying to keep a robot pet a secret and suffering the consequences

Vs The World by DysfunctionalRequest - Complete

The aftermath of the Kraang strains the family's bonds, and Mikey feels hopelessly alone (and definitely isn't dealing with his trauma properly)

Empathy Amplified by Filsamek - Complete

When you accidentally use your powers to connect with your brothers' emotions then purposefully use them to ease their pain

Sunshine in the Rain by Carnati0n_bl00m - Complete

Probably the first fic I read after watching the Rise movie cuz I wanted to find something Mikey-centric involving Bishop and BOY does it deliver with the additional bonus of Leatherhead!! (also hey look fanart)

A Mystic Connection by rytheoneandonly - Complete

Mikey's mystic powers manifesting and evolving in ways he could never predict (aka Long Fic of Mikey stumbling to figure out why he wakes up exhausted and hurt every night)

The whole world in your corner series by GibbousLunation - Complete

Two fics of Mikey being Mikey and his bros being protective

Better Check Twice by Marz_Zero - Ongoing

Bishop captures a turtle with a bear trap (OW) and is an absolute bastard about it

Come Home Soon by Sherlock_Brolmes - Ongoing

With his brothers unavailable, Mikey (with the help of a former enemy) uncovers a massive conspiracy involving New York and the Hidden City. I LOVE THIS I LOVE SOLO DUO TEAM-UPS!!!! *PUNCHES THE AIR 13 TIMES*

Mikey's Artistic Guide to Dealing with Trauma and Fame by Origami_Nami - Ongoing

Mikey using graffiti as an outlet and accidentally becoming famous

Rook by unorthodoxx - Ongoing

Another Bishop fic of him outwitting the turtles to abduct one of them (Mikey)

Multi/Other:

Mystic Malfunction by VanillaVengeance - Ongoing

Rise Mikey accidentally portals himself to the 2012 Universe and struggles to survive and avoid this other version of his family (with mixed success). The progression of familial bonds in this is just *Chef's Kiss*

The Gauntlet by T33la - Complete

A mix of IDW & 03, a wonderful showcase of how Donnie and Mikey support each other (also, a cool invention and a big rocket and a terrifying near-death experience are involved)

I Get Knocked Down (But I Get Up Again) by Justalittleobsessed - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS!!! Set in its own original iteration, Mikey has been immortal for as long as he can remember, and he's used to his occasional deaths (and revivals). But then his brothers find out... (AGH AGH THIS ALSO HURTS MEEEEE BUT OOGH the comfort and hope of the later chapters is so Worth It)

Whumptober 2023 series by Justalittleobsessed - Ongoing?

Collection of Mikey-centric one-shots from different iterations and feeling the HURT (Personal favorites are If Only the World Could Stop Spinning..., Just a Flesh Wound, and Not the Best of Days)

To Know Peace (You Gotta Let Go) by Deadpool1763492 - Ongoing (technically)

The Last Ronin Spoilers!! Mikey survives and whisks the new turtle tots away to live on a farm instead of being raised as soldiers. (AUUUUUU THE FEELS!! THE TOTS! MIKEYYYY!!!)

How to accidentally kidnap yourself several times over by Camildeni - Ongoing

Rise Mikey gets captured and accidentally summons other iterations (03, 12, and Bay) of himself trying to get out! They do NOT have a good time!! (but at least they have each other)

the dad diaries by angelmichelangelo - Ongoing

More TLR Mikey being a Dad (and dealing with his trauma sorta kinda)

The neighboring cell by SaltyYagi - Ongoing

2012 Mikey and Rise Leo trying to escape Dimension X together (and bonding)

Bonus Non-Mikey-centric:

Weathered Strings, Tethered Wings by Deadpool1763492 - Ongoing

(2003) SAINW AU!!! With the possibility of Don being alive dangled in front of them, the remaining turtles begrudgingly reunite to save him. Drew a cover for this with more art to come! LOVING the slow burn of reconciliation between these bitter old turtles UwU (Bitter Old Mikey my poor Bestie)

Mutant Nightmare by HamsterMasterSamster - Complete

(2003) The immediate aftermath of Worlds Collide

Hanging By A Turtle by CamsthiSky - Complete

(Rise) Literally the turtles struggling to get out of a deep pit they're hanging over

Shell Game by T33la - Complete

(2003) OKAY OKAY SO!!! OOGH Don encounters something Impossible while prepping a tracking device (for himself) and it snowballs into another Renet-involved time adventure (AND UMMM lots of existential contemplation and a surprise historical guest who's Very Cool)

Turtle Power by halogalopaghost - Complete

(2003) Immediate aftermath of the star ship reactor explosion in Exodus

Disposable by orphan_account (kudos to you wherever you are, author) - Complete

(2003) Bishop captures Don and Mikey and gives them a terrible choice

Dissection by AmevelloBlue - Complete

(2003) So much Comfort after the trauma of Worlds Collide (ie Don's interrogation and Mikey almost getting sliced open)

Find the Road by SillySocks - Complete

(2003) Perfect encapsulation of the family as they cope with Leo's absence while he trains with the Ancient One

Handle with Care by HamsterMasterSamster - Complete

(2003) April is seriously injured during a mission and has to deal with the turtles distancing themselves from her as she recovers

mind-body problem by hiraethseok - Complete

(2003) April and the Turtles Being Siblings the Fic

Healing in Tandem by Eggstasy - Complete

(2003) Canon divergence of Worlds Collide where Splinter is just a little too late to intervene before Bishop starts sawing into Mikey's shell

Let's Take Ibuprofen Together by GreenGoddessSmoothie - Ongoing

(2003) The turtles swap body and have learn to cope with each other's chronic pain

Not the Face I Know by GreenGoddessSmoothie - Ongoing

(2003) Mikey accidentally makes a wish that changes his family's lives forever (THEY'RE HUMAN THEY BECOME HUMAN AND THE PLOT IS COOL AND ALSO QUEER THEMES MY BELOVED)

The Great Skittle Heist of 2105 by AmevelloBlue - Ongoing

(2003) AU of Fast Forward where the Dark Turtles are babies instead and are very swiftly adopted by the Fam

The Labyrinth by HALFnHALF1 - Ongoing

(Mix of IDW/03) The Turtles wake up separated in a labyrinth with only a mysterious voice in their heads to guide them (and manipulate them)

“You didn’t tell me your extended family was in town!” by BoStaffsAreCool - Ongoing

Post-Turtles Forever. The 03 fam is Just beginning to wind down after the events of the movie and look who's knocking at April's door (the 87 turtles)

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt Mikey #fic recs #bamf mikey #all day every day #hurt/comfort #angst #whump #no hurt/no comfort though!!! I don't really like fics where it's doom and gloom with no comfort catharsis at the end #let me know if I should add Mind the Tags to other fics my gauge for hurt is a little wonky #lots of gender feels for 2k3 Mikey because that's just who he is #I added the bonus fics cuz I wasn't gonna make a separate post for them so cope and enjoy if you wanna #sorry there's not that many 12 or even Rise ones I don't look for those as much as 03 (I am biased lol)#wow can y'all believe I started drafting this in like May of Last Year???#anyways anyways I'll update this whenever I find another good Mikey fic #feel free to drop Mikey fic recs in my askbox and I'll let you know if I've tried reading them or not (I probably have)#lokibeann if you're reading this sorry it took longer than I said it would to post this I underestimated how long it would take and-#overestimated my ability to remember the plots of the ones I haven't read in a while lol

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thisapplepielife · 3 months

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Written for the @steddiemicrofic February challenge.

So Here Is Us

February Prompt: Edge | Word Count: 509 | Rating: T | CW: Post-Apocalyptic, Pre-Existing Injury | Tags: Canon Divergence Post-S4, Hurt/Comfort, End of the World, Survival, Just the Two of Us, The World is Bleak, But We're Together

Steve's been walking forever.

He was goddamn certain there was a town nearby, and now he's scared. Scared he's made a mistake. Scared Eddie can't survive him being wrong.

Steve studies landmarks, memorizing his way back to the abandoned building. Back to Eddie. He repeats the directions he's been making up in his head:

Straight towards the burned out car, past the tall tree, turn at mile marker 365…

With no map, he repeats these markers, over and over, making sure he'll be able to find Eddie again, because if he doesn't, they'll both be dead. Eddie from infection; Steve from the insanity of finally being truly alone.

Eddie had looked at him, his expressive brown eyes shining with pain and fever, and begged Steve not to go. Begged Steve not to leave him. Steve hadn't wanted to, had scrubbed his hand over his face, pinching his nose, terrified, and trying not to show it.

But, Eddie can't walk anymore.

So, Steve had to leave him somewhere safe, stashed away from monsters, despite every instinct in his body telling him no, don't because you don't split up. That's rule number one. But, Eddie's got an infected demobat bite on his side, with lines of red shooting upwards, towards his heart. He's balancing on the edge of trouble, real trouble.

Steve's scared to death if he doesn't find antibiotics that Eddie won't survive the next few days. And if Eddie goes…

Eddie can't go, can't leave Steve all alone out here, on the raggedy edge.

Civilization is gone, decimated by Vecna, and yet, somehow they've survived. And Steve needs them to keep surviving. Needs Eddie to keep surviving.

"How will you find me again?" Eddie had asked, sweat dripping down his temples, as he tried to hold back the shiver that wanted to break free.

Steve had held Eddie's overheated face in his dirty hands, and pressed his dry lips to Eddie's, "I'll always find you again."

Now, when Steve finally sees the abandoned small-town pharmacy, he wants to cry. The sign says Steve's Pharmacy, and he wonders if he's dead. If this is a nightmare Vecna's trapped him in.

No. He doesn't have time for a crisis. Eddie doesn't have time for Steve to have a crisis. The door to the pharmacy is standing wide open, already ransacked.

But the pull-down gate over the pharmacy hasn't been breached, somehow, and behind the locked metal barrier are shelves full of pill bottles.

Steve digs in his backpack, gets his bolt cutters, and goes to work. It's hard, nearly impossible, and his hands are blistered and throbbing by the time he's made a hole large enough to squeeze through.

There's a drug reference book on the counter, laid open, abandoned, and Steve reads. Finds the matching bottles, stuffing his backpack full. Taking everything he can carry.

Taking the book, too. They'll need it again, he's certain.

Back on the abandoned street, he starts repeating as he walks:

Turn at mile marker 365, past the tall tree, towards the burned out car…

Notes: This was set in the same little universe as my fic for the November prompt, Miles to Go, was. Can be read alone, or continued there, if you're so inclined.

Title is from a quote from Serenity: "This job goes south, there well may not be another. So here is us, on the raggedy edge."

Picture is from The Walking Dead. I was like, "I need an abandoned pharmacy, like the one that was in that early ep of The Walking Dead. Maybe I can find a screenshot." I did, and but I definitely did not remember it was called Steve's Pharmacy. Hilarious. That was just a gift from the universe, lol.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddiemicrofic and follow along with the fun! ❤️

#steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficfebruary #thisapplepielife: short fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #steddie short fic #steddie fanfiction #thisapplepielife: steddiemicrofic

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gravehags · 8 months

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fever for the fire

Pairing: Cumulus x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: semi-public sex, soft dom Cumulus, finger fucking, reader staring at Cumulus' divine cleavage, Cumulus being a little bit of a stalker, pet names

Words: 1,720

Summary: This party fucking sucks. But what's waiting for you outside, certainly doesn't.

a/n: HORNY GHOULETTE HOURS ARE NOW here's the Cumulus smut I promised y'all and there's not a lot of story build up I just want to do filthy, filthy lesbian things to her. That's it that's the fic. Also era 4 ghoul outfits fucking rule.

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All at once, the party became too goddamn loud.

Someone brought an amp and Dewdrop’s guitar out and all of a sudden, they were being treated to the most horrific hell sounds from the aforementioned instrument while the offending ghoul laughed and laughed. Siblings were getting more and more animated as more and more liquor became consumed and those who hadn’t found someone to make out with were playing drinking games on the ornate mahogany table. You could feel the headache creep up your spine and start to settle at the base of your skull, so you set your punch down (what was even in this stuff?) and stepped out. After you shut the door behind you, the party became wonderfully muffled as you wandered down the cloister towards the courtyard. Finally, you had traveled enough that the chirp of crickets was the only sound filling the air, the hot day finally surrendering to a pleasantly warm summer night. You walked out a few yards onto the grass after slipping off your party shoes and luxuriated in the cool blades beneath your feet and the bliss of finally being alone.

Or so you thought.

“Hey,” the voice comes from behind you suddenly and you spin in place, cussing loudly. Reclining on a lawn chair lounge was a ghoulette with crooked smile on her lips. Her head was cocked slightly to the side, causing the riot of blonde curls that erupted from it to bounce. You could see her fangs peeking out as her smile widened.

“Fucking hell you scared the shit out of me,” you sighed, hands fidgeting in front of you as the ghoulette continued to stare. “You’re…you’re Cumulus, right?” It was an educated guess. Or rather a guess based on her beautiful curvy figure which you had observed from time to time in the library. You knew her name, but that was all.

The ghoulette makes a noise of affirmation in her throat, somewhere halfway between a giggle and a purr. It makes your stomach clench and you flex the muscles in your hands before putting them behind your back.

“Nice night,” Cumulus says in her warm voice, turning her gaze skyward. You nod and when you actually take in her figure, your throat goes dry. She’s wearing the standard ghoul uniform, but had done away with the restricting tie and had unbuttoned the black dress shirt enough to give a glorious view of her ample cleavage, framed between black suspenders. You avert your gaze a moment too late and you can see her fangs again as you flush horribly.

“Take a seat, sugar.” She pats the cushion next to her left knee and you hesitate only a moment before complying. “Party too much for you?”

You roll your shoulders and groan, very aware of how close the two of you are now.

“It’s not my scene, I got bullied into coming and then got ditched. Typical shit.”

She tuts and begins to wind one of her ringlets around a clawed finger. You try not to watch out of the corner of your eye.

“Poor thing,” she coos. “And now you’ve found me. You’re one of the librarians, right?”

You’ve never seen Cumulus before, well not without a mask that is, and you frown slightly.

“Uh yeah. How did you know that? Have we met?”

Sharp white teeth flash in the darkness and she takes her bottom lip between them while looking at you from underneath long lashes. Your cunt clenches and you’re back to balling your fists, trying desperately to smother whatever the fuck this is.

“No, we haven’t met. Not formally anyway, but I’ve seen you puttering around with the books. Pretty little thing.” Your eyes go wide and there’s that feeling again in your stomach as your eyes dart to meet hers. When she reaches out to brush the tips of her fingers against the fist at your side you nearly choke, chest heaving. Her fingers inch forward to toy with the black and red fabric of your slinky dress and you let out an exhale you know sounds so pathetically desperate but fuck she was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and that was with the mask. The fuck were you supposed to do now after seeing her face?

“Do you want me, little librarian?” she asks suddenly. She’s not looking at you, but instead at the material in between her fingers. “Because I’ve wanted you. I watch, you know. I’ve seen the way you smile. The way your hair falls over your shoulders. The way you’ve gone so long, so painfully ignored by others. Tell me, would you let me have you all to myself?” Her eyes shoot upwards to meet yours again and your jaw hangs open inelegantly, mouth dry and body wanting.

“Yes.” Your voice is raw and cracked, you know you sound like these are the first words you’ve ever spoken in your life. She pulls back, practically glowing, and pats her lap.

“C’mere, baby,” she says softly and you don’t even hesitate before standing up. You inch your dress up your thighs and with a few maneuvers manage to straddle her generous hips. When you settle, she slides her hands up your thighs and you gasp at how cool her touch is.

“Air ghoul,” she says simply while caressing your legs, delighting in how the goosebumps pebble under her touch. You nod dumbly, bracing yourself on the arms of the lawn chair. You’re soaking wet, so wet you wouldn’t be surprised if you were leaving an embarrassing mark on the front of Cumulus’ black jeans but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she’s almost gleeful as her hands slide further up your thighs to grip at your hips and belly, her claws digging deliciously into your flesh. You bite back a moan at the sensation as your hips rock wantonly against her. All she has to do is lean forward ever so slightly and you’re lunging towards her to slam your mouth into hers. You’re over-eager but she’s patient, waiting for you to slow and match her pace as she languidly licks into your mouth. She makes sweet noises under you and you cant your hips again, sucking hungrily on her bottom lip. When she moves one of her hands from under your dress to pull at your hair you break the kiss with a loud moan. Cumulus smiles up at you beatifically as you continue to grind your sopping cunt onto her.

“P-please. Please Cumulus, I need you.”

She laughs at you, warm and bright, continuing to caress your scalp.

“You want me here? Right now, in the garden? Where anyone can see us? Filthy girl.”

A pitiful whine leaves your lips when you feel one of her claws toying with the waistband of your underwear. You’re starting to feel dizzy and drunk, long after the party punch has worn off. Her hand slides down between the two of you and you choke on your gasp when she pushes the gusset of your panties aside, letting her fingers brush at the heat of you. She inhales sharply through her nose and a small growl bubbles from her throat.

“So fucking wet, baby. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

You nod frantically and your grip on the arms of the lawn chair becomes painful when she slips one finger between your folds and runs the pad of it over your clit. You practically howl and she rubs at you slowly, methodically. Cumulus is breathing heavily now, clearly enjoying the mess you’re making on her hand as she slides her finger inside of you and you loudly keen. Her pace begins to gradually quicken as she adds another finger, curling both inside of you to hit that gorgeous spot that makes lights dance across your vision. She’s gasping and heaving as much as you are as she fucks into you, the noises of your slick the only sound in the darkened garden. When she slows, your eyes fly to hers to plead and she grins.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers, honey. I want to see you come undone.”

Your jaw hangs open and your hips begin to rock against her stilled fingers. She’s got them curled perfectly inside you and you do as she asks, head tilting back as you use her. She’s whispering filthy things to you – that’s it love, so good for me, so fucking sweet – but you barely hear them over the sound of your own moans. Your hips and thighs burn from the effort of riding her hand and you’re about to collapse when you feel that familiar pull on your spine, moving upwards towards your chest. The sounds you’re making are lewd and you’ve probably attracted attention to your quiet garden spot but you can’t stop the jolt of your hips. When you open your eyes to look into her heated stare, you stop breathing for one beat, two beats, and then cry out sharply. She finishes the job, her fingers pistoning inside you at an impossible pace as you ride your orgasm, cunt clenching on her. Cumulus doesn’t stop when your body twitches with overstimulation, not until you mewl against her chest begging for mercy. Slowly, she removes her hand from your underwear and Satan, it’s embarrassingly wet, but she revels in it. Bringing her hand up to her mouth you see her fangs flash yet again as she wantonly licks a stripe up her palm and slips her two fingers inside her mouth. The sound she makes is enough to cause your hips to jerk against her one last time and when she pulls you in to taste yourself on her mouth you don’t object. Pressing your foreheads together she lets out a contented sound before cupping your cheeks in both her hands.

“We, uh,” the words feel heavy and slow on your tongue, “we should probably take this somewhere else.”

“Think you made enough noise to wake the dead, sweetheart, but sure. I know a place.”

When you finally disengage yourself from her and stand, the ache in your thighs and knees causes you to groan. She hops up with little effort and pulls you eagerly towards the direction of the ghoul den.

Your shoes sit forgotten in the grass.

#cumulus ghoulette #nameless ghoulettes #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #ghoulette fic #cumulus x reader #cumulus x f!reader #rachel writes

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phdmama · 1 year

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I'd absolutely love some sterek fic recs because I'm trying to broaden the ships I read. I've watched the first 3 seasons of teen wolf but haven't read any fics and don't know where to start. I'm fairly open to reading any content, although I'm not the biggest fan of like the common school/coffee shop etc AUs.

Also I love how you're gotten into blogging hockey recently. Have you read any hockey rpf since getting into nhl? Personally sidgeno and mattdrai have my heart, but like I said I'm looking for new ships to read like sterek.

WOOOO LET'S GOOOO!!

As always, read the tags etc etc. Probably a lot of these will be author recs. I will say Sterek has the potential for an age gap concern but I don't read fic where that's written as a predatory thing, FWIW, but I do read some where Stiles is 17 but where I feel like it's handled at least somewhat gracefully

Gravity's Got Nothing on You by @zosofi is great - I really like all their stuff actually!

@kalpurna's Fascination and @drunktuesdays' bigger, longer and uncut are both *gems* - so funny.

We've Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) by @notthequiettype is absolutely brilliant, one of my fav fics of all time, way up on my reread regularly list. They only have one other Sterek but I love that one too (and they write hockey rpf but I haven't really dived in there yet!).

The Moon's Gonna Follow Me Home by @turningterrific is stunning. They're SUCH a good writer, although sadly this is their only Sterek (but they have written some amazing hockey RPF as well!).

Every stumble and each misfire by @everchanginginks is fucking phenomenal. True story, I read this fic and then didn't keep track of it but it stayed in my brain, and I spent literally HOURS combing my AO3 history to find it, and when I did, I promptly downloaded it and created the "Best Ever" collection on my Kindle specifically for this fic.

Everything by @suburbanmotel. They are an incredible writer and even more incredible person and I'm so lucky to call them a friend!

I really love @lunacanislupus-22-blog writing but particular favorites are: Feel it like a fever, burning through the night , Spirit grows when love goes away and I know that you love me, even when I lose my head (and I'm not normally one for amnesia fics because they make me SO ANXIOUS but this one is SO good).

Cornerstone by Vendelin is really good too (mind the tags on this one).

By Any Other Name by @entanglednow is fucking phenomenal (and again with the amnesia fics?!?!) and so so well-written. Check out all their stuff!

I really love @devildoll's writing very much a lot! Particular favorites include: Come with Me and Walk the Longest Mile (and I don't usually gravitate to post-apocalyptic fic even though I love the genre in fiction but this one is fucking brilliant); Stand Fast in Your Enchantments (painful and so good); My Heart Comes Tumbling Down (OH MY HEART) and Love, Like a Sentence of Death.

There's Monsters at Home by @wellhalesbells | calrissian18 is a classic and really good! They've written a ton of really great fics (the Hilary Duff lyrics one is a another personal favorite!)

Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by @alocalband is gorgeous. Just. beautifully written.

stuck in reverse by @crazyassmurdererwall is also really good! Definitely check the tags on this one, as it is Stiles still in HS.

Start Small, Like Oak Trees by smallbirds is really lovely. Everything of theirs that I've read, I've really liked.

Okay, just a couple more I promise!!

The Difficult Kind (series) by whiskey_in_tea is an old one but really really wonderful.

The First Date series by @halffizzbin - the whole thing is delightful but I absolutely adore the final installment!

I will note that many of these authors also have Hockey RPF fic, JUST SAYING (I really am fascinated as to what that pipeline is??). I've read a ton of hockey RPF as well (sidgeno for sure) and I'll check out mattdrai now!!

Anyway, hope this helps as a place to start!!

#sterek fic recs #okay so maybe I went a bit overboard #but I stand by my recs #fic rec of the read

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hanniejji · 2 years

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brave the storm

[big brother!kazuha x child!reader]

summary: leaving his only family behind is out of the question.

note: leaving this here before i go and disappear for a few months again lmao, also kazuha rerun when damn it + reposting because it didn't show up in the tags hmp | m.list

words: 1200| warnings: no proofreading i am tired asf and it’s 4 am

kazuha finds himself in the biggest dilemma of his life, even bigger than the fall of the kaedehara clan.

there’s nothing left for him anymore. not his family name and possessions, not his belongings, not his own best friend who died under the verdict of the vision hunt decree, and not his home. nor does he have the ability to get all of these back. but he would be damned if he let them take the only person left in his life. his younger sibling, you.

“brother, where are we going?” you had asked when he suddenly busted through the door of the abandoned cabin that he left you in while he went out to search for his friend, unaware of the events that occurred a few hours ago at tenshukaku. his face was pale, eyes dilated in fear and holding his right hand close to his chest, clutched tightly on what supposedly looked like a circular shape of something. he wordlessly took you in his arms, holding your small body against him securely, breathing out exhales of relief.

“thank the sevens, you’re safe,” he sobbed against your shoulder—the vivid imagery of the tenryou commission soldiers reaching you before he does still fresh in his mind, “i’m here now, little one, we’ll be safe. i’ll keep us safe.”

you didn’t question his behavior that day, merely letting him take you away from the nth place that you took shelter in after leaving the kaedahara clan estate. this wasn’t the first time he acted like someone’s or something’s going to separate the two of you, so you assumed it was one of his episodes.

that was a few weeks ago. kazuha thought that as long as the two of you are together, it’d be fine. nothing can be worse than losing you.

he was wrong.

nothing’s more painful than watching you follow him around in the wilderness, exposed to the dangers of this cruel world, vulnerable and easily wounded from the smallest of things, and most of all, with no proper shelter and care that a child should get.

“forgive me, my maple leaf,” he spoke in whispers, gently holding your warm hands in his, hoping that your fever would somehow cool down miraculously. he had ripped a part of his sleeves to place on your forehead, cool with the rain water to try and lower your temperature. but with the horrible weather of rainstorms, he’s unsure if that’s the right action to take. your breathing has been too shallow way too long for his comfort. unlike him, your body is frail, vulnerable and weak against the natural forces of nature. it’s been two days since you fell ill, putting your travels to a stop at a small cave. since then, your temperature hasn’t dropped at all. without proper medication and shelter, he couldn’t provide you anything that you need, not even food.

“my head hurts,” your whimpers does nothing but strike pain in his heart.

“don’t worry, maple, you’ll be fine soon, mkay?”

he says this to reassure himself. he doesn’t know what will happen to you in the next couple of days. his emotions are going haywire. the fear of losing you surround his very being with dread. but he steels himself to smile, squeezing your hand firmly to put up a strong front.

and so it goes. on the third day of your feverish state, the storm ceased. he took this opportunity to trek the wilderness in search of anything that resembles hope, making sure to walk at a steady pace as to not juggle you in his arms. staying in that cave would do you no good.

on the fourth day, he found his saving grace.

“the kamisato estate,” he sighed in relief, smiling tiredly when the shirasagi himegimi of the clan caught sight of him, hearing her alarmed call of his name and her frantic footsteps as fell to his knees from fatigue.

but his arms were like iron, unwavering and holding you close to him.

he blacked out for a whole day after that, only to be jolted awake from his slumber at the sound of your cries. running past the unfamiliar hallways to follow your voice, he came upon the room you were in. ignoring the presence of the two kamisato siblings, he took you in his arms and gently hushed you back to sleep.

“calm down, my maple leaf, i’m right here,” he repeatedly coos in your ear.

it was by the time that you were deep in your sleep that ayaka sheepishly admitted that they were trying to coax you to rest, as you were insisting that you cannot and will not stay away from your brother.

“i am displeased to know that the young kaedahara does not remember me,” ayato had dramatically sulked, “i was one of the first to see them when your mother had given birth.”

“brother, i’m sure it was because of the fever,” ayaka tried to reassure him, while kazuha could only look at the two with a grateful smile.

it was then that he realized that leaving you in the hands of the kamisato clan will give you more chances of a better lifestyle. one that does not include having to wait in the middle of nowhere for him to come back with food. one where you can have a fluffy bed as you sleep. one where you do not need to run with your fugitive brother. a life with a family that can provide you everything you’d ever want.

just imagining you living that kind of life brings tears to his eyes.

he had attempted to do so. to just abruptly leave you as you rest in the kamisato estate without saying goodbye. to kiss your forehead one last time and jump out of the window. to be selfless and give you the life you deserve.

one night, he was about to do so.

“my little maple leaf,” he turned to close the door of his temporary room, shutting his eyes to prevent them from glossing over with tears, “i hope that you find it in your heart to forgive me.”

he turned on his heels, walking towards the open window in the hallways, ready to jump out until he heard your cries from afar.

“kazuha.”

he froze in his spot, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.

“save me.”

he lowers his head, listening to your cries from a nightmare.

the next thing he knew, his feet had taken him to your door, sliding it open and approaching the futon in the middle, falling to his knees with a thud.

“i—,” he inhales sharply, “i can’t do it. i can’t leave you—i can’t lose you too.”

his sobs fill the silent room, taking your hand in his. this seemed to quell the nightmares in your sleep, your small fingers weakly holding onto his. he watched on with soft glossy eyes, reaching over to place a kiss on your forehead, now void of the alarming warmth it once had.

“who am i fooling?” he chuckled, “i’d face the wrath of the musou no hitotachi and the sevens than leave you behind, my little maple leaf.”

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craftycheetah · 1 year

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fever

a pediatrician and a bar owner. what could go wrong?

tags/warnings: ABO, no quirks, heat cycles, phone sex, dildos, knots, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, licking

taglist: @pharaohanubis0

Word Count: 9.6K

A/N: back at it again with the tumblr bestie @endeavours-jockstrap

“hey girly pop,” mina, your best friend, grins from the doorway of your office. “ready for a fun night out?”

you look up at her, confused. “i’m sorry?”

“i told you we’re going out tonight, remember? this new alpha i’m seeing—so hot by the way—his friend owns the komori club and he got us in for free.”

“oh yeah, i remember,” you smile and finish arranging the files. “i’m not really feeling so hot. i’ve been working all day and—“

mina puts her finger up. “imma stop you right there. i don’t care. you’re turning thirty tomorrow and tomorrow is the only day you have off all week so we’re going out tonight, end of story.”

you pout, knowing you can’t argue and reluctantly agree. “okay…”

“yay!”

she helps you press your hair and pick out a cute outfit, practically dragging you into the uber. the komori club is the hottest club in town. anybody who is anybody went there.

mina shoves you both through the line to the bouncer at the door.

“i’m with eijirou kirishima,” she says confidently with her hand on her hip.

the bouncer gives her a once over. “i’m sure you are. back of the line.”

“ugh, bitch!? he’s literally my boyfriend!”

“that’s what they all say.”

she angrily takes out her phone and dials a number while you just stand helplessly next to her playing with your scent patch. mina yells into the phone for a full minute before handing it to the alpha bouncer. he listens intently for a moment, then gives it back. “my bad. come on in.”

“yeah, that’s what i thought, bitch,” she scoffs and pulls you inside as you mouth apologies to the bouncer.

it’s loud inside. loud and crowded. your nose is bombarded with a cocktail of scents despite a strict scent patch rule in crowded places like this.

“there he is,” mina squeals and hops the velvet rope of the vip section. she sits on the lap of a stocky redhead, kissing his face over and over again.

“mina,” you whisper-shout. meeting the gaze of the scary bouncer. “hi.”

thankfully he lets you through and you scurry up the short steps into the booth. “oh my god he’s so scary.”

“eiji, this is my bestie y/n,” mina introduces as you take a seat across them and sink into the soft cushions.

“help!” you squeal and flail your legs.

the electric blonde next to you helps you sit, laughing uncontrollably. “are you okay?”

“mhm,” you hum. “thank you.”

“no problem. my name’s denki.”

“y/n.”

he goes back to talking to his friend, sipping a yummy looking cocktail. you try to get a waitress’ attention to no avail and just end up sitting stiffly on the couch. mina’s occupied with her new man, playing with his dyed red hair while he rubs her thigh.

so you just play the sims™ on your phone and get lost in your own little world.

the plush couch suddenly dips, jerking you sideways into a very solid torso.

“watch it,” a voice growls above you.

“s-sorry,” you squeak and scramble to sit upright, eyes fixed on your phone. the alphas scent fills your nose: something smokey with an undertone of burnt caramel. daring to sneak a peek, you catch a tattooed arm peeking out of a folded silk, black sleeve and more in the open button-up chest.

“katsuki!” denki grins and reaches over to rub the top of katsuki’s shaved head. “what’s up bro?”

katsuki smacks the hand away. “don’t touch my fucking head.”

“my bad. it just feels like a peach.”

katsuki’s red gaze finally settles on you. “who’s this?”

“eep,” you squeal when you’re perceived.

“she’s with mina,” eijirou supplies.

“tch, whatever.”

you’re shoved again by someone sitting between you and katsuki.

“hey babe~” an overly sweet smelling brunette sing-songs and rubs katsuki’s chest. “sorry i’m late, traffic was crazy.”

huffing, you try and get your purse out from under her ass. “umm, excuse me?”

she turns with a bored expression, blue eyes darting from your toes to your head. “what?”

“you’re sitting on my purse.”

“mm.” she ignores you and goes back to talking to katsuki.

unbelievable.

“excuse me…excuse me!” you say a little louder.

the bitch ‘accidentally’ sloshes her drink with an exaggerated laugh and a few drops land in your low neckline.

“ma’am!” you huff.

she finally turns and plasters a condescending smile on her face. “look, you’re kinda harshing my vibe here so can you just…not?”

“you are sitting on my purse!” you finally snap.

she gets up, sweeps it onto the floor with her hand and sits back down. “there you go.”

“ugh!” you scoff and pick it up. “mina!”

she’s too busy chatting and laughing to pay attention. you abruptly stand up and stomp down the steps up to the bouncer. “where’s the bathroom?!” he raises his brow at your tone. “i’m sorry,” you say a little quieter. “where’s the bathroom, please?”

“right there.” he points towards a graffitied wall.

“thank you.” you make your way through the crowd to the quiet solace of the bathroom hallway. of course there’s a line. you don’t even need to pee, you just need to clean up and take a breather.

a drunk omega bulls into you as she exits the bathroom, apologising through slurred words no matter how many times you say it’s fine. you see her scent patch is peeling and offer one of your own.

“oh my goooshhhh, you’re sooooo nice,” she smiles and tears up when you plaster it on. “you’re like, my new bestieeee.”

the wonders of club bathrooms. “you should totally hang out with me and my friends at our table. this guy i went to highschool with owns the place and he’s my boyfriend's friend’s friend so we’re totally cool.”

wow, this owner has a lot of friends doesn’t he? you ponder the offer. it can’t be any worse than the nonsense you just went through. she touches your hair softly.

“oh my gosh you’re soooo pretty. imma wait for you right—right here.” she leans against the wall.

“umm, let’s just get you back to your friends first,” you chuckle and help her off the wall. “can you show me where they are?”

“ohemgee yassss, i’ll show you.” she takes your hand and leads you to another set of vip booths where a bunch of women are sitting. “girls, i made a friend~! she’s so nice and we’re literally sisters now.”

they all start squealing and fawning over you, complimenting your hair and makeup.

you feel loads better after you finally get your virgin long island iced tea and get roped into pictures with these random girls.

“it’s actually my birthday at midnight,” you tell them and they collectively gasp.

“how old are you?”

“i’ll be thirty.”

“oh my god you look soooo freakin’ good for thirty,” the omega from earlier, who’s name you learn is camie, slurs. “what’s your secret?”

“camie you’re thirty two and look twenty,” a red haired alpha woman giggles.

“yeah but that’s cause of surgery. did you get surgery?”

“um, no, i didn’t,” you laugh. “thank you though.”

she convinces you to stand and dance with her, pulling you to the dance floor. you shyly try to follow her steps, giggling when she bumps you with her hip.

a wrong move makes you trip and nearly tumble into someone.

“oops, my bad,” you apologise and look up to see it’s the alpha from earlier.

“you again?” he says.

“oh…hello.”

camie appears and squeals, hanging onto katsuki. “suki baby! where have you been?! this is my new best friend in the entire world w/n.”

“y/n,” you correct.

“that’s literally what i said,” she pouts. “this is katsuki, my boyfriend’s friend's friend.”

wait but that would mean, “you own the club?”

“yeah,” he replies curtly.

you blank, not sure what to say to that. “okay.”

he holds up something pink and glittery. “this fell out of your bag back there.”

you gasp. “my phone. thank you so much!”

camie groans. “this is boring and my feet hurt, let’s sit down.”

katsuki surprisingly follows you back to the booth, sitting next to you. camie squeezes next to him, sighing dramatically. “suki, rub my feet.”

“i’d rather die.”

“meanie.”

you giggle and sip the rest of your drink as you go through your phone. there’s a dozen texts from mina asking where you were. you respond and tell her you’re okay and just having fun with some other people and she should enjoy her time.

katsuki rubs his chin, peering down at you through the corner of his eye. you’re cute, a little shorter than he’s used to but he likes what he sees.

“what’s your name again?”

you peer up at him with doe eyes. “y/n.”

“mm, okay. can i get you a drink?”

that takes you back. why would the owner of the komori club want to buy you a drink?

“umm, okay.” you smile politely.

both of you sit bide by side in one booth, leaning in close to hear each other over the music.

“so what do you do?”

“i’m a paediatrician.”

“so you deal with bratty kids all day?”

you take another sip of your drink and nod your head. “i do. i love my job.”

he shrugs and picks a speck off his orange shirt. “i couldn’t do it. think that’s more of an omega thing.”

“we have lots of alphas there too and—“

camie’s squeal right in your ear makes you wince. “ohemgee y/n it’s midnight! happy birthday!”

you smile and let her clumsily hug you. “thank you, camie.”

“s’ your birthday?” katsuki inquires.

you nod and read the messages coming in from friends and family.

“happy birthday or whatever.”

you grin up at him. “thank you.”

under the colourful lights you don’t see the slight blush on his cheeks.

hours pass and you start getting sleepy.

“think i’m gonna head home,” you murmur and stand up. the girls all whine and protest and it makes you sad but you get their numbers with vague promises to hangout.

katsuki stands too, towering over you. “i’ll walk you out.”

“ooohhhh~,” camie swoons. katsuki flips her off behind your back.

mina meets you outside with eijirou, absolutely plastered and grinding up on her amused boyfriend.

“thank you again,” you thank katsuki shyly. without the loud music and dim lights, you feel a little more nervous talking to such an intimidating alpha.

“whatever,” he says offhandedly. “gimme your number.”

you gasp loudly, and he stifles a laugh behind his hand.

“take the damn number,” mina grits out, not so quietly.

your hands shake on your phone as you exchange information.

“y-you can call me whenever,” you mumble. “not whenever, i mean i’m usually free after six o’clock but i’m free all day tomorrow.”

“mhm.” he looks down at you with heated eyes, making you squirm.

thankfully the uber arrives so you can help mina inside before she can pass out.

“goodbye.” you wave at katsuki and eijirou as you enter.

eijirou waves excitedly while katsuki just watches the car leave.

“your scent is swelling,” eijirou comments. “you got a lil crush, bro?”

katsuki ‘tch’s’. “whatever. i don’t do crushes.”

“mhm. we’ll see.”

mina wakes up in your shared apartment, in your bed after she insisted on sleeping there, more hungover than she’s ever been. she groans and rolls over to see you wrapped in a towel, just getting out of the shower.

“hey birthday bestie,” she smiles before groaning softly. “ugh my head. you’re up early.”

“i left you aspirin on the bedside table.” you pat her thigh and pick out some loungewear. “drink plenty of water and rest.”

“yes nurse.”

“i’m a doctor, not a nurse.”

mina sticks her tongue at you before reaching over for the medicine. “so, what's the plan for today?”

“nothing?”

“you’ve gotta go out, y/n! treat yourself and do something. you’ve only got one life y’know.”

you hum and put on two floral scent patches on your neck. “i like to use my day off to relax, mina. sit down with my computer and watch netflix.”

your phone vibrates, and mina sneaks a peek. “uh who’s this calling you ‘bestie’?”

“hm?” you pick up the phone and read the message from the unknown number. “no idea.”

“want me to tell them off?”

“no. i think i know who it is.” you text back, and sure enough, it’s camie. “it’s this omega i met in the club. i didn’t expect her to text me to be honest.”

“hmm, is she nice?”

“i think? she was plastered when i met her and after she dragged me to her friends she was teasing that guy who owns the club and was all over him.”

“maybe they’re dating?”

you hum softly and shake your head. “i don’t think they were dating. she said he’s her boyfriend’s friend’s friend or something.”

“boyfriend’s friend's friend? woah. what does she want?”

bar girl

>>we should totally get bdb

<<bdb?

bar girl

>>b day brunch(*^ω^*)

<<you remembered?

bar girl

>>uh ofc i did🙄🙄🙄🙄

>>there’s this place downtown that gives you free pancakes on your bday (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

>>that sounds good

>>can i bring a friend

bar girl

>>a friend or a *friend*??? 😏😏

>>or a fwb uwu

you look at mina. “you two will get along.”

you and mina get dressed and drive to the address camie sent, meeting her in the parking lot.

“i always pass this place but never go in,” you hum and let her hug you.

“well today’s the day!” she giggles before reaching out to give mina a handshake. “hi, i’m camie.”

“mina. love your dress.”

“thank you! i love your hair. it’s so big and pink. like cotton candy. i love cotton candy, it’s soooo yummy.”

“thank you,” mina snickers.

“let's go in, i got us a table already and there’s bottomless mimosas.”

“oh, i’m driving so i can’t drink,” you tell her.

“boooo,” camie pouts.

“tomato tomato,” mina adds, mimicking throwing tomatoes at you.

you playfully shove her inside and follow camie to the window booth.

you sit down and idly chew one of the bread sticks while camie goes on about how much she travels and where she wants to go for winter. perks of being an influencer you suppose.

“you should totally try it, you’re really pretty,” she grins. “just take some pictures.”

“pfft, her social media is so dry you could use it to light a fire,” mina chides. “she barely posts anything.”

“it’s not that bad,” you mumble and open your instagram. all you have is a few milestone pictures and some of you and your family. the last time you posted was two years ago when you officially became a doctor.

“realising how bad it is?” mina snickers.

“shut up, it's not. i think it’s practical.”

“uh huh.”

camie peeks at your phone. “like…ew.”

“ew?

“it’s so empty. who’s this?” she taps her acrylic on a picture of you and a cousin.

“my cousin. it was his birthday.”

“he’s cute or whatever, but girllll, what is this dry ass shit?!”

you thank the waiter that puts your pancakes down. they’re cute and heart shaped with ‘happy birthday’ spelled out in chocolate syrup. “yay, pancakes.”

“we’re coming back to this after eating.”

“aw,” you pout and take a bite.

“don’t feel so bad, bestie. everyone gets busy.”

“i don’t feel bad, what’re you talking about?”

“you’re clearly in denial,” mina shakes her head.

“no i’m not.”

“sure. let's finish eating.”

mina listens to camie direct you on how to update your social media while eating her biscuits and gravy.

“but i don’t understand why i have to take a picture of my food.”

“to show what you're eating! also to show how good it is!

your eyes dart from the food to the phone. “okay. i have a follow up question.”

“just take the picture.”

“okay! okay.” you snap a photo of your pancakes and show it to camie. “is this good?”

“no. the angles are weird and the lighting is off.”

you huff, not wanting to make her mad but you put your phone down. “i’m just going to eat my food if you don’t mind.”

“wait! take the photo now! the lighting’s perfect.”

you sigh and take the picture anyway. a message pops up before you can add a caption.

scary alpha from club

>>wyd?

mina waves her hand in front of her face. “whew. why do you smell nervous?”

“really?! is my patch peeling up already?” you touch the scent patches on your neck.

“no, bestie, your scent just bled through it just now. are you okay?”

“yeah, um, that guy from the club last night just texted me…”

“who?”

“katsuki?!” camie gasps loudly. “he never ever ever texts anybody! what did he say?”

“he just asked what i’m doing. should i just tell him?”

“yes!” “no!” camie and mina shout simultaneously.

“huh?”

“don't listen to her. let him know what you're doing. he seems interested in you enough to text you. did he say happy birthday?” camie asks eagerly.

“he did at the club and he bought me two drinks.”

“oooh, that's a good sign.”

inhaling deeply, you text back.

<<eating brunch with camie and mina

scary alpha from club

>>cool

>>you busy after?

you stare at the phone wide eyed.

“well, what'd he say?” mina asks with a big grin.

“he asked if i'm busy after this…”

they both squeal, drawing a few stares.

“well, what're you gonna say?!” camie gasps.

“no, i guess?”

“say ‘no, why?’ and add a smiley face!”

“seriously?”

they start talking over each other, overwhelming you. “okay, can we calm down? i’m just going to tell him i’m not busy and see what happens after that.”

“my bestie's going on a date!” camie squeals.

“your bestie?! i've known y/n since high school.”

“umm club rules say we’re literally bffs forever now.”

“the last ‘f’ is already ‘forever’”

camie blinks at her. “oh…i knew that.”

ignoring their bickering, you text katsuki.

<<;no i’m free after

<<fhtdrkt

<<we’re going shopping for a new outfit for her

<<;ajdheieo

<<sorry, camie took my phone

katsuki looked at his phone and let out a subtle snicker.

eijirou walked into the living room of their shared penthouse. “hey man! woah, are you smiling at your phone?! who is it? tell me tell me please?”

katsuki rolls his eyes as eijirou gets in his face. “back off, shitty hair! you're like a nosy golden retriever.”

eijirou keeps trying to peek before stopping when katsuki growls at him. “fine then, keep your secrets. it’s probably that omega from yesterday~”

the spike in katsuki’s scent tells him he’s not wrong.

“oooh you do have a crush~” eijirou teases. “she’s cute though.”

katsuki side-eyes him and sends a scent out that clearly says ‘back off’.

eijirou raises his hands in placation. “relax bro, i’m not going after your omega, i have mina. you should just talk to her.”

“duh, that’s what i’m doing.”

“like an actual person and not a throwaway.”

“yeah. this time, i actually am.”

“good for you, man. so what’s the plan?”

“said she’s birthday shopping with mina and— what’s icy hots friends name again?”

eijirou stares blankly. “shoto has friends? is it that kid from that extra course you took?”

“yeah. his girlfriend i guess. that girl who talks like a valley girl.”

“oh camie,” eijirou realises. “i like her, she’s cool. a little dumb though.”

katsuki stands from the couch and stretches his shoulder. “let’s go.”

“where?”

“shopping.”

“ooh, where?”

katsuki stopped for a moment.

>>where are you guys going shopping

club omega(cute brat doctor)

>>this is camie （＾ω＾）

>>going to the daimaru mall

>>tddkhvk

>>i’m sorry about her

>>but yh apparently that’s where we’re going

<<;i’ll c u there

you squeak in terror. “what does he mean?! is this code for something? camie!”

“y/n, relax, he’s just meeting us there.”

“he’s meeting us there?!”

mina sips her orange juice, opting to drink something else after her fourth mimosa. “it’ll be fine bestie. i think i had too many drinks.”

camie orders a pitcher of water. “suki knows all the best shopping spots. his parents are fashion designers. you know the bakugous.”

“i think i’m gonna pass out…” you mumble, fanning your face.

“it’ll be fine. let’s finish our food and head out,” mina suggests.

camie nods and you take a deep breath.

“okay.”

you sit near the fountain in the mall as camie and mina talked to some guy at a kiosk about a set of diamond earrings.

“hey,” a voice calls out.

you look up and see katsuki’s tall and bulky figure before you, his chest and abs defined underneath his black shirt.

“eiji!” mina jumps and hugs eijirou, wrapping her legs around his side waist. “what’re you doing here?”

“kat said we’re going shopping so i just followed him,” eijirou tells her and rubs the top of katsuki’s head. his hand gets smacked away immediately.

you stand abruptly, lost for words. “you actually came?”

“i said i would.”

you swallow nervously and fiddle with one of the patches on your neck. scanning through your brain, you give him the first compliment you can think of and say, “i like your hair?”

“…my hair.”

mina facepalms.

“yes? a shaved head suits you.” you give him a stiff thumbs up.

“are you alright?”

”yup, i’m great. perfectly fine.”

he waves his hand over his face. “you’re stinking up the place.”

you clap loudly and smile. “i need to use the bathroom. excuse me.” you cover the side of your face to avoid his gaze and stride past him towards the bathroom.

mina looks in your direction and follows after you. you’re splashing water on your face in the sink when she finds you.

“hey, bestie, you okay?”

“i’m a fucking idiot…”

“nooo, that’s not true.”

“it was horrible! he probably thinks i’m stupid now!”

“no, you were just nervous. everyone gets nervous when they meet someone they might like. c’mon, let's go back. i’m sure this will go over well.”

back at the fountain, katsuki sat with arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

“don’t worry man, i’m sure she went to wash her face. you were nervous too when we got here.”

“shut up shitty hair…”

as you and mina walked back over, katsuki noticed you were still nervous but not as much as before.

“hey.”

“hi.” he nods.

“sorry about that,” you apologise and play with the pink sleeve of your sweater.

“don't worry about it. where did you guys want to go shop?”

“ooh, dolmas,” camie grins. “then some jewellery from tiffany’s.”

katsuki looks down at you. “is that what you want?”

you peer up at him. “i’m fine with anything but i wouldn't mind going to h&m.”

“what do omegas even like? soft shit, right?”

“i like comfy stuff…”

“good to know. you really wanna go to h&m?”

“what’s wrong with h&m?”

“you can do better.”

“but i like h&m. i got my outfit from there.” you look down at your outfit.

“your outfit looks nice, sure, but an omega like you should have a couple lavish things or something. follow me.” he and eijirou start walking in the opposite direction.

“an omega like me?” you repeat and look at camie. “what does that mean? is that bad?”

“relax, girl,” she dismisses. “it’s a good thing.”

the three follow katsuki and eijirou towards a store where you see a mannequin in a white button-up and a pink plaid skirt. you go inside and search for it before your nose wrinkles when you look at the price . “oh lord, that’s like a month of groceries…”

a looming presence stands behind you, making you nervous.

“you like this?” katsuki rumbles above you.

“huh? oh yeah, but it’s too much for me.”

“get you size then hand it to me.”

“huh?” you stammer. “n-no i can’t let you do that.”

“consider it a birthday present.”

you reluctantly look through the options and thankfully find the size you always wear. “i should try it on first. these things usually run small.”

“i’ll be out here waiting for you. what size are you? i saw something else i thought you’d like.”

you tell him and he hums, wordlessly walking off.

“how’s it going?” mina whispers after witnessing the scene.

“he’s so…weird.”

“weird how?”

“i dunno, just weird. not bad weird though. he’s different than what i’m used to.”

“different is good sometimes. he seems nice based off of what eiji told me but he just looks mean on the outside.”

“very mean,” you mutter and look at another dress. “we’ll see.”

you’ve never really been a fan of shopping. more likely to just buy stuff online and hope it fits and if it doesn’t just send it back. so you’re exhausted after just two hours of looking through different stores.

“my feet hurt,” you whine. “i shouldn’t have worn wedges today. mina can we go home?”

“we still have like five more stores.”

you whine louder.

katsuki comes back with a long-sleeved dress and notices your irritation. “you okay?”

“my feet hurt and i’m tired.”

“how about you sit outside. i’ll buy the dress and i'll meet you there.”

“okay,” you hum, stepping out and looking for the nearest bench. you see some empty ones around a little kakigori stand and buy some.

“strawberry for the pretty lady,” the cashier grins. “i put a little extra something on the side.”

“hm?” you hum, look at the side of the cup and notice a number written onto the sparkly paper. “oh…thanks.”

you sit and eat some of the ice, feeling a little awkward about the unsolicited phone number. but he is cute. maybe you’ll text him later and see what happens.

katsuki comes out of the store with a small bag of clothes and sees you eating your treat while darting your eyes between it and the guy behind the kakigori counter. ‘what the fuck is going on…’

the guy comes over to talk to you, making you laugh slightly at something he says before he hands you a small piece of paper and goes back to the stand.

katsuki comes over and turns his head at the smell of horny alpha. ‘ew.’ “you feeling better?”

“i am, thank you,” you smile.

katsuki side eyes the alpha who shrinks into himself and scurries off. rolling his eyes, he sits next to you and looks at your food. “how much was that?”

“700¥.”

“what size is that?”

“a small?”

“700 for a small?! that’s not worth getting up for. y’mind sharing with me?”

“oh, um, but i only have one spoon. let me ask for another one.”

“we can still share.”

you chew your lip. “that’s not very sanitary.”

“it’s not like we’re sick or anything. just hand over the spoon,” katsuki sighs.

“the doctor in me says germs are everywhere…”

“and the not doctor part?”

you think for a moment, then hand him the spoon. “i might as well let loose a little on my birthday.”

“good,” katsuki grins and scoops some of the ice. “is this strawberry?”

“it’s my favorite,” you smile.

“mine too.” he noms the scoop, licking over his lips and fangs.

you clear your throat. “i never asked what you did outside of owning the club.”

he passes you the spoon and rubs his chin. “i used to model for my folks but i got bored of that. but i’d say the clubs are all i do.”

“is there any other stuff you’re interested in?”

“i don’t know really. the clubs are interesting and the business is good.”

you hum and eat some of the kakigori. “so it’s just business with you?”

he searches his mind for something else. “i like to cook.”

“are you any good?”

“all the food served at the clubs are my recipes.”

“ooh. i didn’t try any but hopefully one day. i’m not a good cook, which is ironic since i love to eat.”

“i could teach you,” he offers.

“really? i don’t want to be a bother,” you mumble.

“you’re not being a bother trust me. just let me teach you the basics.”

“i’d like that.” you smile and his alpha preens proudly.

he glances at the piece of paper and sees it’s a number. when you’re not paying attention he slides it over to himself and crumples it up.

“totes cute,” camie comments from where she’s watching with mina and eijirou.

“i’m happy for him,” eijirou smiles. “so manly.”

mina playfully rolls her eyes at eijirou before smiling at you while you share shaved ice with katsuki. “they have to get together. she always messes up relationships cause of her anxiety.”

“uh mina, kat has anxiety too. he just doesn’t show it as often.”

“really? they’re both perfect for each other then.”

eijirou helps load the bags, and mina who’s finally tuckered out from those drinks, into your car.

“i had a great time,” you smile at camie. “we should hangout more often.”

“ohemgee, we should! you can totally come to my place whenever and we’ll have so much fun. also, happy birthday,” she grins, handing you a small bag from tiffany’s.

“camie, you didn’t have to,” you gasp.

“but i did. you’re welcome. inasa said he’s gonna pick me up so i’ll see you two again, okay?”

you nod and give her a hug. “thank you.”

you walk over to katsuki and smile up at him as he playfully raises an eyebrow.

“what is it?” he scoffs softly.

you take out a packet of tissues from your purse and wipe his mouth. “you got syrup on you, katsuki. today was fun. whenever you’re free, you can teach me how to cook like you said.”

“sure, tiny.”

“i’m not tiny, you alphas are just big for nothing.”

“you’re small to me, tiny. you’re practically fun-sized,” he chuckles as your chubby cheeks puff up. ‘cute.’

“can we gooooo?” mina groans from the passenger side.

“i’m coming, relax. bye katsuki.” you wave.

he holds his hand out for you to shake, which you do with a little amusement. some of his scent from the gland on his wrist rubs off on your sleeve.

“later, tiny.”

“bye, giant,” you scoff before walking back to your car and driving off.

a few minutes after you and mina leave, camie squeals and shakes katsuki’s arm. “you like her~”

“i’ve only known her for two days.barely two days, a day and a half at most.”

“babe i can tell you like her. my crush meter is never wrong!”

katsuki scoffs and walks to his audi. “whatever. let’s go, shitty hair.”

“bro we can’t just leave camie,” eijirou protests. “that’s so unmanly to leave a lady by herself.”

“good thing you’re with her then.” katsuki enters his car and starts the engine.

“you’re not seriously leaving me here are you?!”

katsuki gives him a look.

“bro!”

“so not cool,” camie pouts.

“fine. get in the car so we wait. i don’t feel like standing and waiting for that bald headed bastard.”

eijirou and camie stifle their laughs. “bro, you’re bald too.”

“i’m not bald. it’s a buzz cut, shut up.”

“i can see your scalp, babe.”

“i’m blond! of course it looks like this.”

“if you say so.”

over the next week, you and katsuki have been texting each other a lot, sharing recipes, and getting to know each other. throughout the week, he’d have someone deliver food to you for lunch under the claim of wanting you to eat right while being busy. the food was amazing, and you’d tell him every time after you eat the dish. monday, he made you kushiyaki, tuesday, it was gyoza, and wednesday, the delivery man comes as usual and meets you outside the hospital but he comes empty handed. he also looked a little different. taking off his hat, he revealed himself to be katsuki.

“katsuki!” you gasp. “hi.”

“hey tiny. i like your getup.”

“it’s a lab coat,” you huff. “what did you bring today?”

“nothing, i’m taking you out for lunch.”

“what, are you serious?”

“yeah, let’s go before your lunch is up.”

“ i can’t go too far but there’s this yakisoba vendor just around the corner.”

katsuki bends his elbow for you to slide your hand into, he rumbles when you do and bleeds happy alpha pheromones into the air. your cheeks heat up, and you suppress a purr as you walk.

the yakisoba is delicious. you happily eat it, blissfully unaware of katsuki watching you.

“yours looks yummier than mine,” you complain half-heartedly and point your chopsticks at his packet.

katsuki tilts it and smiles softly when you twirl your stick in it and take some. you hum and fan your face, swallowing the bite. “spicy. very spicy. oh my god.”

“can’t handle the heat?”

“i like spicy food, i just wasn't prepared.”

“whatever you say, tiny,” katsuki chuckles and hands you the coke he’s drinking.

“thank you,” you hum, drinking some of his soda before eating more of your noodles.

katsuki walks you back to the clinic after lunch, stopping at the entrance.

“i’ll see you soon, tiny.”

“i hope so. thank you for lunch.”

your genuine smile makes his alpha preen and starts rumbling.

“whatever, you don’t have to be so soft about it.”

“im just being polite but, okay.”

you save at katsuki as he starts walking down the block, your omega swooning a little as you go back to your office.

“someone smells happy,” mina comments when you walk into the apartment. “did you see another cute baby?”

“yes but that’s not why i’m happy,” you hum and kick off your shoes. “katsuki came to see me for lunch.”

she looks up from her laptop. “oh?”

“yeah. he was really nice and we ate yakisoba.”

“so you went on a lunch date~”

“we did,” you squeal and plop onto the couch next to her. “he’s so cute.”

“you think he’s cute? ooh, bestie has a crush!”

“mina stooop,” you whine, hiding your face in a throw pillow.

“next thing you know he’ll ask you out on a date, then he'll be your boyfriend!”

“no way. an alpha like that is not going to date a paediatrician.”

“he seems pretty interested in you already. who knows, it might go well. so are you going to spend your heat with him next week?”

you gasp, scandalised. “no! he has better things to do and im still too nervous,” you pout.

“you gotta be confident and put yourself out there bestie! he might even say yes!”

“i dunno…”

mina loops her arm over you for a hug. “you’ll get it.”

next week, you took your mandatory week off from work. the first few days aren’t so bad; just hot flashes, hunger, and horniness.

mina gives you as much space as you want but brings you food and water.

on the third day, you turn around in your nest, whimpering loudly.

you moan in pain as you get another cramp, your fingers not enough to ease the pain in your pussy. your eyes settle on something pink hanging from the laundry basket, your scent mixed with something sweeter catching your nose. standing up, you pluck the sweater you wore last week and press it to your nose to inhale the smell of burnt caramel.

your eyes roll back as you let out a loud moan. ‘alpha. need alpha,’ your omega whines.

you blindly reach around for your phone as you rock your hips against your hand.

katsuki finishes loading the dishwasher, pressing the button to start the cycle.

his phone buzzes in his back pocket as he opens the fridge to grab water before after morning workout.

y/n(tiny omega) is calling…

katsuki’s eyes widen as he sees the contact. ‘oh shit.’

rushing up the stairs, he shuts the door to his room and sits on his bed. “hey tiny.”

on the other end, you let out a cross between a keen and a moan.

“tiny? you okay?”

‘alpha. need you,’ you whine. ‘miss you.’

“y/n, are you okay?”

‘no, hurts too much,’ you whimper. ‘want you.’

‘she’s in heat. i can’t just hang up on her,’ katsuki thought to himself.

“i’m here omega. it’s gonna be okay,” he mumbles as you whimper softly. “imagine i'm there with you, ‘mega. spread your legs for me, can you do that?”

you whimper out a yes and spread your legs a little wider.

“good girl. lemme know how you're feeling, okay?”

you whimper into the phone and start rubbing your clit. ‘alpha.’

“you're touching yourself aren’t you? what’s running through that pretty head of yours?”

‘you, alpha,’ you keen.

“yeah?”

‘mhm,’ you hum into the phone.

“what would you let me to do to you, pretty girl?”

‘anything,’ you pant. ‘whatever you want.’

katsuki fishes out his dick, languidly stroking himself. “what’re you wearing?”

his phone buzzes again.

y/n(tiny omega)

>>{image}

katsuki opens it and sucks in a breath when he sees the picture of you from the neck down in the familiar loose pink sweater and nothing else, the collar loose enough for him to see the swollen scent glands shiny with oil.

“fuck, you look so hot,” he groans softly, stroking himself.

you whine on the other end and press two fingers into your slick hole.

‘do you have a heat toy?’ he asks you.

blearily you pull your fingers from your pussy, your omega whining at the loss, and open your bedside drawer to take out a purple and pink jelly, knotted dildo you bought ages ago to help with your heats. “i do,” you whine into the phone.

‘fuck, change the call to face time, pretty girl. i wanna see you.’

you roll onto your back, contemplating if you should. ‘need alpha,’ your inner omega whines.

you tap the button on your phone and set the phone at the head of your bed while you wait for him to switch the call. you softly rock against the toy and whine softly before it finally connects.

‘you look so fuckin’ pretty like this. you wish it was me, don’t you?’ he chuckles, groaning as he fists himself a little faster. ‘you wish it was me stuffing you full right now, pretty girl? show me how you like it.’

you lay on your side and bend your knee towards your chest, giving him a full view of your front. you reach behind your thigh and press the dildo to your hole, sighing in relief when it’s buried up to the knot.

“wish you were here, alpha,” you whimper as you rock against the toy before slowly withdrawing it. katsuki sees the thick, shiny, slick clinging to the toy and your hand, and licks his lips.

‘holy shit, you’re soaked, pretty girl,’ katsuki groans as he starts bucking into his hand. ‘keep going, just like that.’

you swallow thickly, gathering up the courage to ask him to move the camera. “can i see you? please?” there’s some desperation behind the question, how you breathlessly beg for him to show his dick. the sound of your whimpers fill his ears, riling up his alpha.

katsuki flips his camera around, showing his hand wrapped around himself, his cock, shiny from the precum while his knot was starting to swell from seeing you like that.

‘alpha, you’re so big,’ you gasp from your end before moaning when the dildo ghosts over your g-spot.

“yeah? is it the biggest one you’ve ever seen?”

‘i’ve never seen an alpha’s dick before…only betas,’ you admit shyly.

“oh yeah? well what do you think?”

‘you’re so thick, katsuki.’

“call me katsuki again,” he groans as you keep thrusting the toy in and out.

‘i want you katsuki. you and your knot, alpha,’ you whimper and smell your sleeve again to imagine he’s there. ‘fuck.’

“what was that?”

‘my sweater smells like you, alpha. you smell so good.’

katsuki squeezes his knot, trying not to cum. he exhales loudly, his voice tight as he fights off his orgasm.

‘wish you were here, katsuki,’ you whine and push the toy deeper inside you. the fake knot catches your sore rim. ‘you’d treat me so well. you’d be such a good alpha. you’d be the best sire to anyone’s pups.’

“shit, pretty girl, you can’t just say things like that,” katsuki groans as he tries to hold back.

‘but it’s true,’ you moan. ‘anyone would be lucky to have you as their mate.’

“even you, pretty girl?”

your eyes widen as the words slip from his mouth pushing you over the edge. ‘fuck!’

katsuki watches as the knot disappears between your legs as you buck wildly. ‘shit that was hot,’ he thinks.

you whine into the phone and look into the camera. ‘katsuki?’

“hmm?”

‘i wish it was you, instead.’

katsuki’s eyes roll back as his nose scrunches up, his groans echoing throughout his room. “fuck.” his knot pops, pulsing as his dick spits cum all over his abs and hand.

‘alpha?’ you call out from the phone. ‘alpha are you still there?’

katsuki flips the camera so you can see his face. “i’m still here, pretty girl. don’t worry.”

you start to whine and whimper, your omega disappointed in the fake knot. katsuki hears the door open and some footsteps.

“whew. you’ve been busy,” mina exclaims and taps your shoulder. “uh oh. this is why i told you to get a heat partner.”

katsuki’s alpha growls at the sight of someone else touching you when you’re so vulnerable.

“bestie, who’s—shut up, you didn’t! i’ll go get some rags and some food for you but i’m so happy! she’ll be out for a couple hours.”

katsuki watches the beta give you aftercare, growling when she reaches between your legs to take out the toy. you whine and grab her arm. “knot!”

“it’s okay, you can use it later. you’re such a good omega.”

you purr at the praise, letting go of mina and resting your head on the pillow with a blissed-out expression.

mina picks up your phone. “i’ll let her text you later. byeee~” she sings and hangs up. katsuki stares at his home screen for a moment, then becomes hyper-aware of the cold cum on his stomach and hand. “ew.”

katsuki goes into his bathroom and takes a shower before opening his window and changing into a clean pair of boxers and sweats.

walking inot the living room, he passes eijirou while making his way towards the kitchen.

“damn, bakubro,” eijirou calls out. “what’s got you all worked up?”

“nothing. i’m just getting something to eat.”

“you stink.” he waves his hand in front of his face for effect. “is your rut early?”

“mind your business, shitty hair!”

“did you get cockblocked?”

“shitty hair…”

eijirou holds his hands up in surrender and goes back to watching his movie.

you wake up sore, the fog of heat a little clearer after an orgasm and a nap. you turn over and see mina sitting behind you with her laptop in hand watching a movie. “mina?” you mumble.

“nice to see you’re awake, bestie,” she hums.

you glance at her sitting on your blanket. “you’re in my nest…”

“i can go if you want me to. i just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“how long have you been here?”

“about an hour.”

you sigh and lay back down. “i’m just tired. what happened?”

“apparently you spent an hour long face time call with katsuki.”

“what! oh no no no no no. i probably acted like a horny bitch,” you whine and cover your face in shame. “i’m a terrible omega.”

“what, no you’re not, bestie. you’re a great omega and anyone would be lucky to have you as their mate. and he texted you back.”

she shows you the notification on your phone.

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>text me when you wake up

your omega purrs but you shut her up. “i’m so embarrassed.”

“this is a good thing!”

“what if it’s not!” you whine.

“only one way to find out.

<<hey

he replies almost immediately.

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>you okay?

<<yeah

<<;feeling better

<<i’m sorry for bothering you

<<i probably did sumn weird

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>no you didn’t

>>don’t worry about it

“he’s being so cool about it,” you mumble. “why?”

“almost like he likes you,” mina says and steals a fry from the takeout bag.

“no he doesn’t, does he?”

“he wouldn’t have stayed on the phone if he didn’t.”

“maybe you’re right. hopefully he does like me back.”

“are you saying you like katsuki?”

“i’ve only known him for two weeks, mina. but i think he’s cute,” you say quietly.

“bestie’s got a crush!”

“no, i don’t, shut up!” you whine.

she squeals quietly. “your first actual crush on someone you know in real life and not just instagram models.”

you huff and feel your stomach start to flutter. “i—i should call my alpha.”

mina packs up her things and puts the leftover food on your nightstand. “i cleaned your toy and left it in the drawer. good luck.”

when you’re alone again, you call katsuki and hold your phone to your ear.

‘hey pretty girl,’ katsuki’s voice echoes through the speaker.

“hi alpha,” you smile to yourself.

‘you feeling better?”

you whine and it tells him what he has to know.

‘go get your toy, pretty girl.’

two days later you’re coming down from the peak of heat, extremely tired and spent. mina leaves you wrapped up in your blankets with plenty of water, netflix and snacks before going to work.

in the middle of watching inside job, you hear a knock at your front door. you trudge your way over in your self made burrito and open your door. the smell of burnt caramel and smoke hit your nose instantly. “alpha!” you chirp, hugging him and rubbing your cheek on his chest before pulling him inside.

“glad to see you’re feeling better, pretty girl.” katsuki rubs his chin on the top of your head, scenting your bonnet.

you purr contentedly, hugging him tighter. “what’re you doing here? how did you know where i lived?”

“eijirou’s girlfriend gave us your address so i can check on you. i brought food.” he shows you the brown paper bag.

“such a good alpha,” you mumble and pull his free hand. “come into my nest.”

“are you sure, pretty girl. i don’t want to impose on you.”

“i want you to see it. please?”

“all right, lead the way.”

you show him your bed piled high with pink and white blankets and a pastel pink throw. a cat squishmallow sits by your white headboard.

“cozy,” katsuki comments as he sits.

you purr happily as you sit next to him in the nest. “what’d you bring?”

“omurice.”

“that sounds yummy,” you chirp and tug the front of his shirt. “can you take this off so i can put it in my nest?”

“you want my shirt?”

“mmhm.”

katsuki chuckles as he removes his shirt and adjusts himself so he lays on his side. “is this better?”

your eyes trail along his torso, ogling his large pecs, slight six pack and the full sleeve on his right arm and pec. “yeah.”

you tuck the shirt under your pillow and lay down so he’s spooning you and can see your computer screen.

“what show is this?”

“inside job. the guy that made gravity falls is a producer.”

“mm,” he rumbles and rubs your hip. “never heard of them.”

you giggle at the feeling and watch the episode, letting the conspiracy jokes flow through your ears.

“is that a half dolphin half human man?” katsuki mumbles.

“yeah, he was in some military testing and it went wrong, but it’s funny.”

“you’re weird sometimes, but it’s cute,” he mumbles as he presses his nose to your neck. “and you smell so good.”

your omega preens but you choke up, suddenly freezing as katsuki’s rough tongue laps against your skin.

katsuki groans as he tastes your butterscotch scent, his hips rutting against your ass.

you turn your neck enough to face him. “katsuki, i don’t want to go all the way during my heat…”

“that’s okay,” he rumbles. “i won’t push you.”

“you’re so sweet,” you purr, tilting your head back to smile up at him. “but…we can do other stuff if you want.”

“like this?” katsuki whispers as he leans in and cups your face, eyes flickering down to your lips before laning in and kissing you softly.

you turn around and lean into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

katsuki rumbles softly as he cups your face, deepening the kiss.

“alpha?” you murmur as you pull away.

“mhm?”

your scent flares a little with post-heat heaviness.“need you.”

katsuki’s pupil dilate at the change in scent. ‘holy shit.’ “you sure, pretty girl?” he mumbles as you stare up at him.

“please?”

he kisses your neck and shoulder, tongue darting out to taste your scent gland. his hand slips your sleep shorts off and your legs open on impulse. his alpha rumbles loudly but he knows your heat is the one talking.

“where’s your toy, pretty girl?”

“drawer,” you whine, tilting your head allowing him to nose more against your scent gland. you cling to him while he stretches his arm to your drawer to take out the dildo.

you whine when you see the toy, pulling his sweatpants. “knot!”

“can’t give you the real thing yet pretty girl. not when you’re like this,” he coos, kissing your forehead.

you whine and paw at his sweats. “alpha.”

“i’m sorry but i’m not taking advantage of you like this.”

you whine and you try rubbing your ass against him.

“no, y/n,” he sighs, gripping your hips so you stop. he adjusts both of you so he sits on his knees between your legs while you lay on your stomach. “i’ll still help you.”

he leans over you and allows you to inhale his scent. your hips buck up against him, covering his sweatpants with slick.

“easy, pretty girl. i’ll give you what you want.”

rubbing the dildo along your hole, he taps it a couple of times on your clit before slowly pushing it in.

“oh fuck, alpha!” you whine as you buck your hips.

“i’m right here, y/n. y’like that don’t you,” he whispers as you moan into your pillow.

his eyes focus on the way the dildo easily glides out of your cunt, slick starting to drip down and wet his fingers. the air is thick with your scent with the lingering heaviness of heat but not as strong as a few days ago.

your hands grip the blanket next to your head.

“is it too much for you, pretty girl?”

“more,” you whine. “please.”

“faster or harder, omega?”

“yes,” you whimper, arching your back more.

katsuki places a hand on your lower back as he moves the toy at your request and leans over you, kisses behind your ear. “you’re such a good omega, y/n.”

you choke on a moan when you cum, whining into your pillow. your hips cant backwards against the toy. “alpha, knot me please!”

katsuki pushes the toy ask the way inside you with a soft pop, grinding the tip of it into your g-spot to draw out your orgasm. your body falls flat on the bed, knees and arms weak but your omega is satisfied.

“good girl,” he whispers, rubbing your sides and kisses your cheek. “you stay here, i’ll go get your food and some water.”

you whine at the mention of katsuki leaving. “nooo,” you mumble. “alpha stay.”

“just relax. imagine this is my knot.” he wiggles the toy and you sigh. ‘it’s not as big but it’ll do.’

katsuki kisses your temple and walks out of the room to get the omurice he made. ‘dammit it’s fuckin’ cold. i might as well just remake her food.’

about ten minutes later, katsuki comes back in with two plates of food. “you awake, pretty girl? y/n?” he calls out as you groan softly.

“alpha?”

“there she is. i brought you food.”

he places a plate on the other side of the bed then goes into your bathroom looking for a washrag so he can clean you up.

once he’s done he helps you sit up and sets you upright, draping an arm over your shoulder while handing you the plate of food. “eat up, pretty girl. can’t have you starve during your heat.”

“such a good alpha,” you mumble with a dased expression.

katsuki chuckles softly and scoops a piece of egg and rice up. “y/n, you gotta eat. open wide for me, pretty girl.”

you rest your head on his shoulder and open your mouth. “ahh,” you groan softly.

“you want me to feed you?” he chuckles after you take the first bite.

“no, i can—i can do it,” you mumble, reaching for the spoon. “this is good.”

“i know,” he chuckles as you drowsily feed yourself.

“what about you?”

“huh?”

“aren’t you gonna eat?”

“not right now, i’m worried about you.”

you pout as you look up at him and scoop some of your rice and move it towards his mouth. “eat.”

“it’s not for me, y/n. thats yo—”

“no, eat.”

he takes a bite, chewing as you take your own bite.

“yay,” you hum taking your own bite before feeding him again. you squirm happily and keep doing this until you finish your food. “oh, there’s no more…”

“are you still hungry?”

“no. can we cuddle some more?”

he takes the bowl away and puts it on the nightstand. “sure.”

you turn around and rest your head on katsuki’s chest. your omega purrs happily at the closeness. “katsuki?”

“yeah?”

“thank you,” you hum.

“no problem, tiny.”

mina returns in the late evening and sees the pair of slides by the door. your scent is in the air but mixed with another.

“y/n? i’m home. who’s car is by the curb?”

mina doesn’t get a response.

“y/n?”

she knocks on your door before peeking her head into your room, instantly holding her nose as she smells yours and katsuki’s heavy intertwined scents with an undertone of sex.

she peeks into your room and sees you wrapped up in your blanket burrito next to katsuki sitting up on your headboard. your head is on his chest while you sleep and he watches netflix. “oh, you two have been busy,” she chuckles. “hi bakugou.”

his head perks up at the sound of the door opening. “you saw nothing,” he glares.

“how is she?”

“satisfied. we didn’t do anything so don’t get any ideas.”

you let out a small snore and shift closer to him, rubbing your face on his chest and purring from his scent.

“i wasn’t worried about that. i’m glad you care about her,” mina smiles as you purr quietly.

“yeah yeah. go tell your boyfriend i’ll be late tonight.”

“i will,” she giggles.

“and don’t go making it a big thing!” he hisses.

she will.

katsuki gently shakes you awake after you’ve been asleep for an hour. “i’ve gotta go, tiny.”

you pout and stop your omega from whining. “do you have to?”

“i’ve gotta go to work tonight, so yeah. i wanted to ask you something before i go? are you free next saturday?”

“saturday? mm, i have a shift but i could sacrifice my day off for a free saturday. why?”

“i wanna spend time with you. my parents have a show that day then i could take you out for dinner.”

“katsuki, i’d like that,” you smile as he looks down at you. he grabs the shirt but you grab the other end. “can i keep it?”

“i have to wear a shirt, tiny.”

you look up at him with big pleading eyes, bottom lip wobbling. katsuki relents and lets it go. “fine. you can keep it.”

“yay!”

“alright, i’ll see you then, pretty girl,” he chuckles and kisses your cheek before climbing out of your bed.

you watch him walk out of the room and swoon softly. “bye…”

the front door shuts and immediately, mina rushes in, flopping onto your bed. “tell me everything. he didn’t take advantage of you during your heat did he?”

“no.” your eyes dart to your drawer. “he didn’t. he was really nice and helpful, he even made me omurice.”

“anything else?”

“we watched netflix together and cuddled. he asked me out on a date for next saturday. now i just have to find something to wear…”

“i have just the thing!” mina squeals.

“i don’t want anything short! mina your clothes aren’t my style.”

“mmm, nevermind. ooh, what about that outfit you bought when katsuki went with us to the mall?”

you think about the pink plaid shirt sitting in the back of your closet with the long-sleeved white shirt. “i would but i don’t want to mess it up.”

“girl, this is the first date you’ve had in ages. wear the skirt.”

“okay okay. i will. now leave, i wanna do…stuff.”

“uh huh. have fun,” mina snickers before walking out and closing the door behind her.

you fish out the shirt from under your blanket and bring it to your nose, shuddering slightly. ‘alpha.’

eijirou hears the front door open as he’s getting ready in his room and peeks out. “hey bakubro. where’s your shirt?”

“don’t worry about it.”

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