#i’ll be glad if i get skinny again

[cashew-milkk]

so i still have an eating disorder…

[bluesidez]

A little nsfw Gym Rat Miguel drabble to make myself feel better. It can be placed somewhere in the future of Sophomore year.

content warning: breast play, fingering, cum eating, Miguel being in love with reader and her body per usual, 18+ so MNDI

If Miguel had the time to caress you every day, he would. He really felt that it was necessary as he watched you pull your shirt off your body.

The AC in his dorm room was broken, and his skinny fan and the Arctic freeze cooler he just bought were the only things bringing in some type of cool air.

You couldn’t take the heat too much, body warming up under his palms.

He promised you it was ok to leave, but you insisted on staying by his side.

Miguel watched you in awe as you sat on the edge of his bed, body leaning towards the cool air with your eyes closed.

You weren’t completely sweating, but your skin was dewey and inviting.

Miguel moved from his headboard towards you, lifting your hair to let your neck breathe.

“Thank you,” you sigh.

Miguel watched the curve of your neck to the pretty hills of your back all the way down to the shorts covering the part of you that sat on him before you moved for air.

He’s cold now because of your absence.

Miguel scooches closer, the bed protesting as he slides in behind you again. He felt that enough time had passed between cuddling and cooling down.

He lets your hair go and you lean back on his chest, your head lolling to the side on his shoulder.

Your chest moves with your slow breaths and Miguel’s hands grip around your middle like a lifeline.

He kneads your skin, breath hitting your temple, “Want me to take off your bra?”

A pause enters the room. A moment of nothing to hear the doors slam in the hall or the cars pass by.

“You want to take off my bra?”

Miguel hears the skepticism in your voice and drags his hands up your front. He pulls at the straps of your bra slowly and repeatedly, watching as your chest moves at his disposal.

“I'm so glad you’re having fun while I’m dying.”

“Don’t say that,” Miguel slots his hands under the straps and pulls them off your shoulders. “I’ll cool you off.”

Miguel kisses your neck and finds a path to your back. He unclasps your bra, the ease of it a bit annoying because of the worn hooks.

“How do you plan to do that?”

Miguel pulls the cups off with care, watching as your breasts drop on top of your stomach. He shifts the bra down your arms and tosses it next to his pillow.

“With my boyfriend magic.”

He cups his fingers around you, entranced by how you fall through his fingers. He pushes them towards you and out, circling and enjoying the view.

“You’re silly.”

A hitch in your breath comes when Miguel runs his palm past your areola, fingers parting to tighten around your nipple.

His thumb and finger find the other, pulling and stretching. Your nails dig into his thighs as you sigh at his ministrations.

Miguel continues to fondle your skin, your mouth parting and your body melting into his.

“I don’t know if this is helping,” Miguel hums. “Let me try something else.”

Before you can protest the loss of him on your skin, he wraps his arms around you and scoots back towards the wall dragging you along with him.

He tugs at your shorts, hips lifting to help you get them off. You make a noise as he flings them across the room. He hushes you with a kiss to the back of your neck, fingers ghosting dangerously close to your panties.

Your left thigh stretches out with the help of his forearm looping under your knee. You gasp as the rotating fan pans across your bare skin, shuddering in Miguel's hold.

"This should feel good," Miguel whispers in your ear as he slides his right hand to your clothed clit. "Wanna focus on the part that's the hottest."

You cling to his arm as he starts to rub against the nub, a moan escaping your lips before you cover your mouth.

"Amor, you gotta let me know if it's working," Miguel pouted into your skin, one kiss to your hair. "Let me hear you."

Miguel added more pressure, moving the hand under your knee to your chest. Your voice got louder as he doubled his touch.

You stuttered out your words, worried that the walls were far too thin to be yelling out please's and more's.

Miguel shifted your weight to the middle, wanting to give your left side some love.

"You're not facing the wall. Whoever's next door will live," Miguel mumbled as he felt his fingers getting wetter and wetter. "You're more important right now, anyway."

Miguel dipped his fingers lower, groaning at the sound of you that filled the room. He spread his pointer and his middle finger over your lips and reached down with his other hand to pull your soaked underwear to the side.

He mourned the loss of not being able to see how pretty you looked down there, but he enjoyed the dazed stare you gave him as he rubbed his other hand over your parted lips.

"You like it, bunny?"

You nod your head as Miguel slides against your entrance, teasing. "Need it."

Your hips moved up towards his fingertips, whining as Miguel kept his touches light. Your hand push against the wall behind Miguel, voice getting higher.

Gorgeous.

Miguel finally sinks his fingers into you, mouth pressing against you as you let out loud breaths. His middle fingers slide in and back out slowly, arms tense against you.

"Hold your legs in place, ok? Your body needs all the air it can get."

You pushed them out but scrunched them back in, Miguel's fingers working overtime in you and on your clit. Miguel worked quick to get your legs over his and out of the way.

A cry of his name reached the ceiling as he picked up his speed, thick liquid running over his hands.

It was so much, the feeling of his thick fingers folding into you and the tips of his fingers bringing you pleasure.

Your words slur together as you tell him to keep going, the intensity building up in your body. Miguel sings praises in your ear, feeling you closing in on his fingers.

Your hips jerk once, twice, three times over before your orgasm rushes through your body. Miguel keeps going with a descrescendo to his pace.

When you're finally pooled in his lap, muscles tired, Miguel pulls out with a final slide against you.

“You cool?” Miguel asks as he pulls his fingers to his lips, humming around them.

You twitch in his arms, legs, and stomach shaking like jelly, “Not at all.”

“Hm,” Miguel thinks aloud. “I think I have one more trick. Lay down."

"Oh god."

dividers by: @adornedwithlight 🩵

a/n: The trick was oral btw. I know it's going to be a while before I get back to the actual story because it is genuinely a bit tough to write it right about now. But, I had this idea of Miguel being super in love with reader's chest that turned into this. So, I hope you guys enjoyed it!

[waitimcomingtoo]

Bruised Like Violets

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: you and Peeta are reunited after he is rescued from the Capital (No hijacking)

Masterlist

You raced down the hallway the moment you were told where Peeta was being kept. It had been 8 long, painful weeks of waiting for him to he rescued and finally, you’d gotten word that he was back safely. You pushed past guards and burst into the room he was in, heart pounding when your eyes finally landed in him.

“Peeta?” Your voice came out as barely above a whisper. Peeta had his back to you but you could see just from his neck how skinny he had gotten. He slowly turned to you with a hardened grimace on his face. Once Peeta’s eyes met yours, his entire face softened. His eyes glazed over with tears and his bloodied lip tugged into a smile.

“Hi.” He said in a small voice. You didn’t know what came over you, but you threw your arms around him and kissed him for the first time in 8 weeks. Peeta immediately melted into you and kissed you back out of instinct. When you remembered that your love was just supposed to be an act and there were no cameras around for you to be performing for, you jumped back.

“Sorry.” You said and touched your lips, which were buzzing from kissing him.

“Dont be sorry. Come here.” Peeta shook his head and pulled you back towards him by tugging on your jumpsuit. He kissed you again and you felt your eyes well up with tears as you kissed him back. You wrapped your arms around his neck again and tangled them in his unkept hair to get him as close as possible.

“I missed you so much. I thought you were dead.” You whispered against his lips as your tears fell down your face.

“It’s okay. I’m here now.” He said as he wiped them with his thumbs. That’s when you caught sight of the bruises on his wrists, as if he had been tied down repeatedly against his will. You then took in the rest of him and realize he was half his weight and covered in bruises and welts all over his body.

“Oh, Peeta. What did they do to you?” You whispered and cupped his face to see his black eye better.

“It’s not as bad as it looks. Don’t worry about it.” He lied as you continued to inspect his arms.

“Don’t worry? All I’ve been able to do since they separated us was worry about you. The only reason I agreed to be the Mockingjay was because they said they’d rescue you. You’re the only thing that’s been on my mind since the arena.”

“I didn’t know I meant that much to you.” Peeta said through a cracked smile.

“You’re joking, right?” You cracked a smile back before leaning in to kiss him again. You weren’t used to kissing when there were no cameras around, but you missed him so much that you didn’t even think about it.

“I’m so glad they got you out of there. I would’ve never forgiven Haymitch if you died. Or Finnick. Or Joanna. If I lost you…” You trailed off as your eyes welled up again. Peeta shook his head and cupped your face to get you to look at him.

“You didn’t lose me. I’m right here.” He told you. You broke into a smile and pulled him into a tight hug.

“You’re real. You’re in my arms again.” You gushed as you squeezed him as tightly as you could. Your moment was interrupted by one of the nurses taping your shoulder.

“We need to bathe him and dress his wounds.” She let you know.

“Can she stay?” Peeta asked without letting go of you.

“You probably won’t want to see this.” The nurse told you as she held up some gauze and sutures. You looked over at Peeta whose big brown eyes looked scared at the thought of being left alone again. You just got him back, so there was no way you were leaving again.

“It’s okay. I’ll stay.” You said to him. The nurse gave you a look and went behind Peeta to unbutton his hospital gown. When the gown dropped, your jaw went with it. Almost every inch of his emaciated body was black and blue. You could tell he had been whipped and beaten over a long period of time. You started to cry without even realizing it but quickly wiped your tears it look brave for him.

“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” He assured you while the nurse started to dress his wounds.

“There’s no way that doesn’t hurt.” You whispered.

“You’re right. Hold my hand, please? So I can squeeze it.” He asked innocently. You couldn’t help but smile and took his hand to give it a big squeeze.

“Still keeping up with the lover boy act I see.” One of the nurses mentioned as the stitched something up in Peeta’s arm.

“I’ve gotten really good at it. You’d almost think it was real.” Peeta chuckled without looking at you, but it made you blush nonetheless.

“Almost.” You nodded, making Peeta look at you.

“I heard you had quite the lover girl act going yourself.” The nurse continued.

“What do you mean?” Peeta asked curiously.

“Yeah, what?” You laughed in embarrassment.

“You’re the Mockingjay. People watch you and then talk. I heard you were screaming and crying and hugging the TV every time Peeta was on. And then screaming some more at anyone who made a comment about the things Peeta was saying.”

“I was forced-“ Peeta began.

“I know. I made sure everyone knew. That wasn’t the real you that I know.” You cut him off before he could apologize. Peeta smiled fondly at you now that he knew you had been fighting for him, even when you were separated.

“It’s hard to remember the real me.” He admitted.

“I remember him. I’ll remind you.” You shrugged. Peeta smiled again, but just for a second until he was flinching from his sutures.

“It’s okay. I got you.” You squeezed his hand before kissing his knuckles. Peeta forgot about his pain momentarily and felt himself blush. You were being a lot nicer to him than anyone had been to him in a while. But even if he had been treated with nothing but kindness, any affection coming from you was enough to send a blush across his face.

“You need a haircut.” You said, pulling Peeta out of his thoughts.

“Thanks.” He chuckled and shyly ran his fingers through his hair. You felt bad for poking fun when you remembered he didn’t have any basic luxury for weeks and a haircut was probably the last thing on his mind.

“Or maybe keep it. Your curls are coming out.” You noticed and tugged on one of his blond ringlets.

“I know. I usually try to avoid that. It makes me feel like one of those white dogs they have in the Capital.”

“Hey. That sounds like someone remembers the old you.” You smiled at his remark.

“Yeah. I guess I do.” Peeta smiled in return.

“We need to bathe him now.” The nurse told you. Peeta looked around at the room full of female nurses and felt embarrassed.

“I can do it.” You said when you saw his face.

“Are you sure?” He asked you.

“I don’t mind. It’s not like I haven’t done it before.” You shrugged and thought back to bathing him in the River during the first Games.

The nurses ran Peeta a bath while you helped him limp into the bathroom. Once his bath was ready, you helped him into it and got to work cleaning him off. You started with his hair, that looked like it hadn’t been washed since well before the second Games. Peeta was quiet as you poured water over his head until the water ran clear.

“You don’t have to do this.” He said quietly as you gently cleaned his skin.

“Yes I do. You’d do it for me, wouldn’t you?”

“I would.” Peeta admitted before a comfortable silence settled between you. You’d been on the brink of death together and forced to feign a romance in front of the whole world, but this moment felt far more intimate than anything you’d done so far.

“This reminds me of the cave.” Peeta said after a minute.

“You remember the cave?”

“I remember every second. You took care of me. Just like this.”

“It’s what we do.” You shrugged and kept cleaning.

“When have I ever taken care of you?” He laughed sadly and looked up at you.

“You’ve taken care of me plenty of times. I usually take care of your body. You take care of my mind.”

“I guess we make a good team that way.” Peeta smiled shyly.

“We do. And that’s why we’re never getting separated again.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“I know. But I can do my best to never let you out of my sight again.”

“I’ll do the same.” Peeta promised and looked up at you again. You cupped his chin and leaned down to kiss his nose, feeling his wet eyelashes brush against you as he closed his eye s

“Good. Now let’s get you dried off and I’ll show you to the dining hall.”

After helping Peeta get dressed, you linked your arm through his and guided him towards the dining hall. All eyes were on him as you got a tray and got on like. Some people thought he was dead while others thought he was a traitor for the things Snow had forced him to say on TV. But most people saw him as a hero and gave him warm smiles as they passed.

“Everyone is looking at me.” He whispered in your ear.

“They’re probably just excited to meet you after all the stories I told about you.” You shrugged and loaded up yours and Peeta’s plate with bread and soup.

“Yeah? Like what?” He smirked and looked at you.

“Like how loud you were in the woods when I was trying to quietly make it to the Cornucopia.” You teased him. Peeta rolled his eyes at you and wrapped an arm around your waist to keep himself balanced as you walked to a table.

“Hey Peeta. Nice to see you back.” Someone you didn’t recognize smiled at Peeta and patted his shoulder as he passed.

“See? They love you here. Because they know I love you and I’m basically a celebrity around here so they have to like what I like.” You whispered to him ad you sat down together across from Annie, and Finnick.

“Did you just say you love me?” Peeta pretended to gasp. You scrunched your nose and shoved a strawberry in his mouth to shut him up. You and Peeta noticed at the same time that Annie and Finnick were fully engaged in a makeout session now that they had been reunited. You gulped while Peter blushed and you made quick eye contact with each other. You didn’t really know the nature of your relationship at this point. There were no cameras to fake it for but being without him for 8 weeks made you realize you hadn’t faked a single thing.

“Of course I love you. You’re my husband, aren’t you?” You said after a minute to ease the tension. Peeta smile and took your hand to jokingly kiss your ring finger.

“That’s right. How could I forget we’re married.” Peeta humored you and squeezed your hand. Gale cleared his throat and the two of you finally realized he had sat down. Gale was eating his soup while staring daggers at Peeta, who looked uncomfortable.

“Aren’t you gonna say hello?” You calmly asked Gale.

“Hey, Peeta.” Gale grunted.

“Hi Gale. Thanks for helping to get me out of there.” Peeta said politely.

“No problem.” Gale muttered and looked away. Peeta’s hands had been bandaged after his bath so you got some of his soup on his spoon and held it up to his lips.

“Open.” You instructed. Peeta opened his mouth to accept the soup and swallowed it while you ripped up some bread for him. You put that in his mouth as well before giving him a glass of water. Peeta happily ate his food and smile at you in appreciation.

“Seriously?” Gale laughed meanly.

“What?” You wondered.

“You two. Do you really have to feed him?”

“I don’t have to. I want to. I missed him.” You shrugged and turned away from Gale to continue feeding Peeta.

“That doesn’t mean you have to feed him. He’s not a baby.” Gale said as if Peeta wasn’t right there.

“It’s okay. I can do it.” Peeta said and took the spoon from you. His hands shook as he dipped the spoon into his soup and it got worse as he tried to bring it to his mouth. By the time the spoon reached his lips, there was nothing left on it. You shot Gale an angry look for making Peeta feel like he had something to prove before taking the spoon again.

“I’ll do it. You fed me once.” You said and gave Peeta another bite.

“But this isn’t the first time you’ve fed me. I owe you one now.” Peeta said with a smile.

“Don’t worry about me. I have no problems stuffing my face.”

“It’s true. I’ve seen it.” Gale chimed in to remind Peeta that while he had been gone, Gale had been right there with you.

“It’s not very attractive.” You told Peeta.

“I’m sure anything you do is attractive.” Peeta replied, making you smile.

“Y/n, you left your shirt in my room last night.” Gale said, making everyone at the table look at him. Peeta frowned sadly and looked at you, expecting you to admit that you and Gale had been seeing in each other in a new way in Peeta’s absence.

“Oh. Thanks. I can grab it later.” You told Gale. Gale looked at Peeta and smirked, confirming Peeta’s worst fears.

“You were in his room last night?” Peeta asked quietly and looked at you.

“Gales been on the frontlines a lot and he’s been showing me some things he learned in training. One of them was how to make a tourniquet out of a shirt. I wanted to learn because if I had made yours properly during the first Games, you would’ve have lost your leg.” You said with a guilty look in your eyes.

“Hey, that tourniquet saved my life. I would’ve lost a lot more than my leg if you hadn’t made it. Don’t blame yourself.” Peeta said as he put his hand on top of yours. Gale looked between the two of you with jealousy brewing before speaking up again.

“I think I’m gonna skip training today. I’m still tired from how late we were up last night.” Gale added. You caught on to what Gale as trying it do and turned to a very jealous looking Peeta.

“We were up late discussing the menu for Haymitchs birthday dinner. It’s coming up soon and we wanted to hunt to have something special for him.” You explained.

“That’s nice. Maybe I can bake something for him.” Peeta offered.

“We have enough food planned.” Gale said, making Peeta’s smile fall.

“We can never have enough food.” You insisted. “I’m sure Haymitch would love it.”

“Do you think they’d let me in the kitchen?” Peeta chuckled and nodded towards the kitchen.

“If I ask them to, they would. I don’t mean to brag, but I get anything I ask for around here. It’s the perks of being the face of their revolution.”

“What have you asked for so far?” Peeta wondered.

“Just you. And now I have it so I need to think of some other things to ask for. Like getting you some baking time.” You smiled sweetly at him and touched his shoulder. You wanted Peeta to have some time to bake to remind himself of who he was. Peeta put his hand over yours and smiled in appreciation.

“You know there’s no cameras around here, right?” Gale said, taking your attention away from each other.

“We know.” You laughed in annoyance.

“So what’s with the act?” Gale asked, making Peeta gulp. He looked at you curiously, also wondering if your kindness towards him was part of the act.

“There is no act. You haven’t been through what we’ve been through. We missed each other. Let us reunite in peace.” You said simply as you kept your hand on Peeta. Peeta smiled in content and rested his head on your shoulder.

“So are you guys dating now? For real?” Finnick came up for air long enough to ask. You felt Peeta tense up on your shoulder and lifted his head to look at you. He was wondering the exact same thing, but didn’t know how to voice it. Things had been different between you before you were separated and the way you were acting Joe only made Peeta further believe that your feelings had shifted into something real.

“Can everyone leave us alone? What’s with all the questions?” You laughed awkwardly and took a bite of your bread. Finnick chuckled and held up his hands in defense while Gale gave Peeta the death glare. Peeta gave Gale a simple shrug before putting his head back down on your shoulder. You heard him yawn and looked down at him.

“Tired?”

“Exhausted.” He nodded with his eyes shut.

“Me too. Let’s get some sleep.”

You said goodbye to Finnick and Annie before taking Peeta’s arm to lead him out of the dinning hall. You brought him to the hallway where the bedrooms were and led him to the room you’d been staying it.

“My roommate is Prim but she has the night shift in the medical wing tonight.” You told him. You turned around and saw Peeta by your door, looking longingly at your bed. It had probably been a long time since he had somewhere soft to rest his head and a bed had never looked so inviting.

“They said they set up a room for me-“

You cut him off by rushing into his arms and holding him tight. Peeta stumbled back a little before hugging you back and resting his cheek against your head.

“Stay.” You whispered against his chest.

“Always.” Peeta said automatically. You hugged him for a few moments longer before climbing into bed. Peeta climbed in after you and lifted his arm so thta you could lay your head over his heart. Peeta wrapped an arm around you and you held his hand to he as close as possible.

“Can you believe how Gale was acting back there? He’s so different now. I feel like I don’t know him anymore.” You said to fill the silence that had settled.

“I think he’s mad that I was with you in the Games and he wasn’t.” Peeta replied.

“I don’t understand him. Why would anyone wish what we went though for themselves?”

“I don’t think he’s thinking about it like that. I think he’s just embarrassed that some other guy was kissing you on TV for everyone to see. And then winning the Games with you. And going on a victory tour with you. Twice. I mean, the whole entire world was rooting for us to be in love. He had to watch our fake engagement, wedding and pregnancy. I can’t imagine how that felt for him.”

“Why would he care? It’s not like I was his girlfriend.” You reminded Peeta.

“But he had feelings for you. Anyone can see it. That’s why he hates me.” Peeta said with a soft chuckle. You frowned in the darkness and tilted your chin to look up at Peeta.

“He has to get over that, then.” You shrugged. “It’s not my or your problem that he had feelings for me. He doesn’t get to be mean to you just because he wants my relationship with him to be like my relationship with you.”

Peeta was quiet for a while after that. The only sound in the room was coming from the sounds of your breathing.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked as you looked up at him again.

“Nothing.” He chuckled.

“Tell me.” You urged and shook him a little. Peeta let out another soft chuckle and looked down at you.

“If it were me, I would hate whatever guy was on TV kissing you too.” He admitted. A smile tugged at your lips as you propped yourself up on your elbow.

“We’re not on TV now, are we?” You asked him. Peeta sat up as well so that you were at the same level.

“I don’t think so.” He smiled shyly as he shook his head. Peeta looked into your eyes with his big brown ones before letting his gaze drop to your lips.

“And yet, you’re the only boy I want to kiss.” You said quietly. Peeta jutted his head back a little in surprise before leaning towards you. His eyes slowly shut and yours did the same as you met in a soft kiss. The kiss slowly became heated and you were soon in his lap with his hands up your shirt.

“We can take it slow. I know you’ve been through a lot.” You whispered against his lips.

“I don’t need slow. I just need you.” Peeta shook his head before kissing you again.

“I want to be with you. For real this time. Not pretend.” You said between kisses.

“Real?” Peeta smiled hopefully as he looked into your eyes. You nodded your head and replied before pulling him into a kiss again.

“Real.”

[kitashousewife]

“no satoru! for the last time, no.”

“why not?” gojo whines, palms up from the other side of the kitchen island.

your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose and immediately try to calm down before dealing with your very worked up boyfriend.

“we are not going skinny dipping on campus! for the love of god, you just started teaching!” you huff out a tired laugh. “do you want to get fired?”

gojo opens his mouth to respond, but closes it soon after. you’re right, but he won’t admit that, not now.

“c’mon, nobody will be there after dark!” he pleads, damn near close to begging. he’s been asking for 3 days, and he’s not going to stop until you cave.

“you and i both know that doesn’t stop any students from leaving past curfew,” you remind him softly while you pour yourself a glass of water.

he thinks for a moment, twirling his glasses around by the arm.

“i guess that’s true,” he mumbles. “that was a few years ago though! don’t tell me that any ounce of fun left your body the second we left campus.”

you glare at him and he laughs. you know that it would be fun, sneaking around campus in the dark like giggling high schoolers once more. there is no way that the students know about the small lake anyway, they’ve only been there for a couple of days at this point.

you let out a sigh, and gojo knows he’s won.

“i’ll make it worth your while, trust me!” he waves you off with a smirk before waltzing into your shared room.

later that night, once the sun has just set, gojo warps the two of you onto campus. he does a once over of the halls to ensure the two of you won’t be followed, before walking with you towards the lake.

“i can’t believe i gave in again,” you look up towards the darkening sky as he snickers. “what are you going to say if you get caught? sorry, i know i just started teaching and need to be an example, but-“

“oh shut up,” he shakes his head and grabs your hand in his. the two of you walk for a few more moments before reaching your destination.

the water is completely still, almost glasslike in front of you. a couple birds sit on the dock, enjoying the cooler air together while the stars make their way into the sky. you feel comfortable, smiling slightly while you take in everything for a moment.

“you getting in or what?”

your mouth drops open as gojo appears in front of you, naked as the day he was born. clothes and glasses tossed by your feet in a pile and a wide smile playing at his lips.

“what, see somethin’ ya like? let’s get in!” gojo pats your bum before running towards the dock, laughing at the birds that scramble away before he leaps into the water with a splash.

you feel nervous all of a sudden. despite being with gojo for years, seeing him this way many times before, you feel nervous. thoughts of getting caught, costing him the job he started only days ago, just to do something reckless?

“it feels so good out here! you gotta get in, babe,” gojo waves at you, and you take a deep breath.

ignoring his whistles and faux cat-calls while you undress, you make quick work before shuffling towards the edge of the dock.

“want me to count to three?”

“im not 10, satoru,” you close your eyes for a second before leaping in, fully immersing yourself in the questionable behavior you’ve gotten yourself into tonight. you come to the surface with a gasp, and gojo looks at you with a joyful grin.

“i’m so glad i talked you into this,” he spins you around in the water for a moment. “isn’t this-“

the snap of a branch grabs your attention quickly, you and gojo both stiff as boards in the water. he frantically looks around, trying to see anything or anyone. your heart sinks.

just as gojo is about to get out of the water, a group of bunnies hop out of the bushes near the shore. gojo looks around once more before swimming back to you.

as soon as the two of you make eye contact, the laughing begins. both of you cracking up, laughing both in relief and at how ridiculous the entire thing is. gojo picks you up again, twirling you around before tossing you in the water. he smiles ear to ear and you giggle and splash around, just like teenagers again.

he will remember this forever, and will always talk you into all of his stupid ideas.

[sserpente]

A/N: Request from anon. Fluffy skinny dipping with Loki. Tell me something better than that, I’ll wait. Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2568 Warnings: skinny dipping, implied smut, fluff

The air in Asgard smelled different. Fresher. Richer. You took a deep breath, inhaling not only oxygen but also that foreign Asgardian vibe. Summer felt a hundred times more intense around here. The heat was on the verge of unbearable, the glistening water right outside the palace inviting you for a swim to cool down. The whole planet felt like an Instagram filter—like someone had turned up the contrast, the saturation and the brightness all at the same time.

“How do you cope in this heat?” you complained, fanning air to your face with your right hand. You were sat in the lower parts of the palace with Thor’s friends Volstagg, Hogun and Fandral and of course, Lady Sif.

Odin had commanded you remained under supervision at all times. You didn’t quite understand what the fuss was about—it wasn’t like a mere Midgardian could wreak havoc among this realm but then again, he was probably just traumatised from the time Thor brought an Aether-infected Jane to Asgard a few years back.

But the company wasn’t so bad, especially upon learning new things about Asgardian culture. One person was missing though. You’d hardly seen Loki since your arrival even though it had been him to promise to keep you safe.

Boom—it had been like a heartbeat, like an explosion and just like that, you had fallen in love with the God of Mischief. It had started with a crush. A purely physical attraction that made you see beyond the things he had done on Earth all those years ago. Then you had gotten to know him and witnessed his wit and sarcasm day in and out. Soon, you began to see past the cheekiness and mischief until you had discovered a vulnerable god who would die for the ones he loved, an intelligent and kind man who might not have been a superhero and leaned toward a little selfishness every now and then but a good man nonetheless.

Loki had never been evil and you were now determined to convince everyone else of that mind-set as well. Especially now that you had been brought to Asgard for your own safety.

“It’s not so bad down here. I feel sorry for Idunn and her workers. The apple orchard is a sauna at this time of the day but the work won’t do itself.”

“First of all… you have saunas on Asgard? And second of all, if this is a realm of magic, why is there any labour at all?”

Volstagg’s cheeks reddened as he fought to explain it to you. “Well, let’s just say Idunn’s apples are special. They require skilled hands to handle them.”

“Right…” With a court nod, you emptied the rest of your drink and carefully put it back on the table—like hell you would smash it to the ground and scream “Another” like Thor and his friends did.

“Where’s Loki, actually?” you asked, attempting to sound non-chalant.

“Who knows? Causing some mischief somewhere probably. I for my part am glad I don’t have to see his face.”

“He’s been nothing but kind to me so far, Volstagg.”

“Hmm…” Hogun began, “He’s like a flesh-eating plant. He lures you in and then traps you in his claws. Be careful. We have known Loki for a lot longer than you.”

“Maybe you guys should stop giving him reasons to stab you in the back. Think about that.” Checkmate. That shut them up for a good minute.

You sighed. Well, in the end, you’d likely have a lot more work to do for them to accept the cheeky God of Mischief for who he was and why he behaved the way he did, it seemed.

“If you say so… I’m gonna go find him.”

“You can’t wander through the palace alone.”

You chuckled. “Watch me. I know where Loki’s chambers are. And I promise to scream if I’m getting murdered.”

“You shouldn’t joke about things like that,” Hogun insisted.

“I’m trapped on a different planet surrounded by gods. If I don’t joke about it, I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“I am still going to escort you.”

You rolled your eyes. Always obey Odin. “Fine.” Hogun wasn’t very talkative, at least.

It was a lot cooler in the palace—but then again, sacrificing a wonderful day that you could spend swimming and tanning and exploring to hide within some palace walls wasn’t all that appealing.

“Loki? Are you there?” Hogun was waiting around the corner with his hands clasped behind his back when you knocked.

Silence. You cleared your throat. “Loki, your hearing is a thousand times better than mine, I know you can hear me.”

A pleasant shiver ran down your spine when you heard a dark chuckle behind the door. A sliver of magic tore through the heavy wood of his door and it swung open, revealing him sitting in the shade on his bed with a book on his lap.

You blinked. He was dressed so casually. Bare feet, a green and soft-looking shirt with sleeves ending right below his elbows and wide black trousers reminding you of a comfy pyjama. Summing up, he looked hot.

“What are you doing here?” He was practically purring when he spoke your name, pulling a pleasant shiver from you. Something told you that Loki knew you were absolutely infatuated with him and boy, was he having fun with it. You sighed, letting it go for now. It was too hot to complain.

“I want to go swimming.”

“You want to go swimming?” Loki frowned at his book as if you’d suggested going rollerblading on the Bifrost bridge. Although… that actually sounded like a fun idea as well.

“Yes, Loki. It’s summer, it’s hot and I am melting. You’re a Frost Giant, how on Earth do you cope?”

“By staying inside where it’s cool, reading and most importantly, keeping my mouth shut.”

You grunted, closing the door behind you. “I’m gonna pretend like I was unable to take the hint to leave you alone. What are you reading?”

This time, it was Loki who sighed.

“Why don’t you ask Thor and his foolish friends? Are they giving you trouble?” he asked instead of responding to your question.

“No. Just… Because I want to spend time with you. And because they’re boring, obeying every single word the oh-so-allmighty-Odin says.” You threw your hands to demonstrate how ridiculous you found the whole situation.

Finally, Loki looked up from his book, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. “What makes you think that I won’t?”

“Please. You are the God of Mischief. And rules are made to be broken, right? You remember that pretty lagoon west of the Bifrost Bridge that you told me about? The one with the cave? I want to go there. Please, Loki. Pack your book and let’s go. If I’m on a different planet, at least I want to explore it a little.”

Loki considered you for a moment, almost as if he was trying to figure out whether you were just mocking him. Then, finally, he shut his book and elegantly stood from the bed. “Very well. Let’s go.”

His smile was genuine—it had to be. His book vanished into thin air the very moment his door swung open again.

“Quick. Before Hogun realises we are not really headed to the kitchens for a cool drink.”

Loki escorted you through one of the servants’ exits to avoid the guards and more importantly, Thor and his friends. The earthy path was steep as you followed him down further and further away from the palace until you reached the shore and the ground to your feet turned into warm sand.

A small boat was swaying in the water, tied to a rock in the sand with a thick rope. Loki, however, did not make a move toward it. Instead, he offered you his hand. Intrigued, you took it. Next thing you know, he transformed into an eagle, his talons gripping your hand tightly.

You cheered when you took off and he flew across the water towards the lagoon, your naked toes grazing the cool ocean water in the process. The landing, a few minutes later, was smooth and then, just like that, Loki’s eagle aspect disappeared again.

“That was incredible! Can you turn me into an eagle as well?”

“Potentially. It takes years to master transfiguration like this. Your body would have to adjust to the new form and you would have to learn how to fly. If I transformed you now, you would quite possibly drown.”

“Right.” You turned around, taking in your new surroundings. The lagoon was stunning. It looked like the inside of a volcano, a hollowed-out rock with a pond with the clearest sea water you had ever seen in the middle. Vines, trees, and flowers all grew around it, spreading a lovely scent, and the small cave at the opposite end looked like the perfect spot for camping. The waterfall was by far the best part of it all though. It was gushing and loud, drowning out all noise from the outside and reverberating within the lagoon.

“This is beautiful. How come no one ever comes here?”

“Well… Asgardians are not too keen on swimming. Most of them never even learn it unless they’re training to fight battles. It is considered impure and in some cases, disrespectful to swim in open waters.”

Loki waved his hand, letting a dark green picnic blanket appear in the sand that mixed with green grass where you stood. Along with it, he conjured up a golden plate full of grapes, apple slices, strawberries and other fruit you didn’t recognise. He sat down on it with his book in hand.

It was then you realised you didn’t actually have any swimwear.

“What? Why is that?”

“Ah, well, you see, according to our lore, the giant Ymir was slain so the worlds could be built. His brains became the clouds, his bones became the mountains and his blood became the oceans.”

“Are you trying to tell me I’m about to swim in someone’s blood?”

Loki chuckled. “Something like that.”

You suppressed a grin. Should you? It was only the two of you here after all. And what sent a clearer signal for “I like you, I’m attracted to you and I want to have sex with you” than skinny dipping? You shrugged your shoulders. You were on a different planet. Things couldn’t exactly get any crazier from here.

You pulled off your shirt and then peeled yourself out of your shorts. Your bra came off first after that. With your back turned to Loki, you could still practically feel his blue eyes boring into you. By the time you stepped out of your knickers and revealed your arse to him, he sucked in air so loudly you could even hear it over the waterfall.

Unceremoniously and gathering all of your swimming training from your school days, you dived head-first into the clear water as gracefully as you could muster. The water was divine. It was cool and salty enough for you to float without too much effort and the little fish you saw swimming past you didn’t even seem to be scared of you. You’d have to ask Loki for some fish food for them.

“I could have conjured you some swimwear, you know.” His blue eyes were glued to you. You grinned, swimming in his direction. The clear water did very little to conceal you and it was even clearer that the God of Mischief was having a hard time not to look down.

“And where would have been the fun in that? What are you doing, come in! It’s lovely! I dare you,” you added. “Oh no, whatever will all those fancy royals at the palace say if they find out one of their princes is skinny dipping with a peasant?” Dramatically, you brought the back of your hand to your forehead and then disappeared underwater for a moment.

When you emerged, Loki was standing and taking off his clothes. Yes.

“Last time I caused an uproar, I was in the middle of a feeble attempt at taking over Midgard. They’ll be relieved to hear I have resorted to less scandalous activities.”

Seeing Loki shirtless was quite possibly the highlight of your entire day. But he didn’t give you much time to drool over his muscly pale chest and those strong arms. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. When those comfy trousers came off, he was naked and damn, was he glorious even in a flaccid state. You didn’t even bother pretending not to stare.

Loki smirked and then, much more gracefully than you, dived into the pond. He looked downright gorgeous with wet hair when he emerged only a few inches away from you, so much so that you almost forgot to keep yourself afloat.

“Cat got your tongue? You aren’t going to back out now, are you?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Loki.” For a split second, playing Marco Polo with him crossed your mind but now that you had him naked in the clear water, you could think of more… adult activities.

“Can I ask you something?” You just needed some confirmation first. He’d promised to keep you safe but did that mean he reciprocated your feelings? Not necessarily, right?

Loki raised his eyebrows at you—in a gentle, teasing manner this time.

“Why did you agree to come here with me? I mean… the others… they’d never let me be alone with you. If they knew, they’d drag me out by the hair. Or you, whoever they manage to grab first. I guess… after everything that happened between you and the entire planet Earth, I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with a human beyond a genuine promise to make up for the past.”

Loki’s face fell.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

He shook his head. “You did not. Let’s just say I forgot for a moment that you are mortal.”

Oh. “Is that bad?”

“I will have outlived you in a matter of decades. So yes. That is bad, pet.” Pet. You sincerely hoped he wasn’t able to hear the moan that escaped your lips. “I am not a villain. And it took a lot of convincing to make me realise that. So why would I not? I have no reason to meet you with hostility if you don’t either.”

You smiled at him. “That’s what I told them today, you know? That you wouldn’t have betrayed them if they hadn’t given you a reason to do so. And… That just means we’ve gotta make use of the time that we have even more, no?”

With that, you took the leap. You leaned forward, clung to him like a monkey and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your naked skin against his felt heavenly, even more so underwater. You kissed him as if your life depended on it, teeth clashing, tongues battling… your entire being lost itself in Loki, how good he tasted and how skilled of a kisser he was.

When you broke apart, you were both out of breath and a little surprised by what had just happened. Your eyes fell on his swollen lips.

“Admit it,” you whispered.

“What?”

“Admit it. You like me.”

Loki chuckled. “I wouldn’t put up with you if I didn’t, pet.”

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parings -> riki nishimura x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> neglectment / rejection word count -> 2.1k

abstract -> How far do we have to go to be together forever?

no one’s perspective

“I don’t want any hybrids” you muttered and they sighed. They were trying hard to find their daughter a companion especially since they couldn’t give her a little sibling. 

She was happy by herself… She wasn’t solitary, she liked her parents' attention and made friends with her father’s friend’s kids. However, she needed a hybrid to show off, preferably one that could blend in with high status. 

While her parents gave up in Korea, they took their daughter to their appearances, hoping she would find one in China… which wasn’t ineffective. Nor the Japanese Adoption Center… 

It wasn’t until they weren’t paying attention to her when she wandered off… in Japan. Somewhere where she could barely communicate. 

She stayed put hoping her parents would come soon but her tantrum was slowly rising… It wasn’t until a boy, dirty and looking like he roughhoused with others, handed her a fish-shaped pastry… called a bungeoppang. 

She grabbed it and stared confused as to why he’d give her this. He looked hungry… and she ate an expensive hotel breakfast, while she doubts he even ate yesterday. He looked skinny… a little too skinny. 

She handed it to him… 

He then said something she didn’t understand… he asked her in Japanese, “Are you lost?” 

“Oh thank goodness!! y/n!!” I heard and I saw my mom and dad rush to me. “Are you lost?” she heard her dad ask and he didn’t understand, when her dad soon switched to speaking Japanese.

He took off his beanie to reveal his cat ears… 

niki’s perspective

“You’re an idiot. I hate living the life of a socialite… I hate being scolded by your dad, but I also hate how I have to keep up with you” I confessed and saw the hurt look in her eyes.

“But… you’re my best friend. I love living with you, taking care of you, everything about you” I said and she looked confused. “I wanted to do the etiquette classes, cause I know your dad is asking you to replace me. He has for years… he’s not quiet about that” I said and she looked away. I knew she tried to hide that from me… 

“I want to be better–” “You’re an idiot too!” she cut me off and I chuckled. “I told you, stop trying to change yourself for me! I like you for who you are not for who you want to pretend to be! So tell me if you want another–” “I don’t want to live with someone else. I told that hawk that one day you might do the same… but not willingly. I know you’d never abandon me… never willingly” I said and her eyes widened.

I guess that's what she didn’t hear. 

“I told him, I have to behave better for your dad. So I can continue being by your side” I said her eyes watered and I chuckled. She pouted and looked away now embarrassed. I hugged her while she tried to look away. 

“I’m sorry” she muttered and I smiled. “Just… don’t be mad at me anymore,” I said and she shook her head and hugged me tightly while hiding her face. “I wasn’t… I was just worried you got sick of me” she said and I smiled. 

“I’d never get sick of you… I promise” I said and she nodded. “I owe you everything… I'm glad I tried to help you that day. You changed my life for the better, and I’ll always be grateful y/n”

She cried after our misunderstanding and I'm just happy she’s gotten those thoughts out of her head. She’s taking a little nap while I wait for the bungeoppang to arrive after I couldn’t make it. 

She still didn’t understand that I live for her… my existence is for her. 

Which is why I needed to be better for her. So no one can tear us apart… I hope she doesn’t misinterpret my words again or at least learns to ask me for clarity. 

“Mhmm… has it arrived yet?” she asked and I chuckled. “Not yet, yome-chan” I teased and she whined and playfully smacked my arm. yome-chan… it's a cute way of calling her my wife. 

It's funny… we always told each other we’d wait for one another and yet we did silly things like get married in Japan that one time. Her parents still didn’t know about that detail. 

When we were both eighteen, we got married. No one knows… nor do they question our matching wedding rings. To others, we were just close… it's not even like anyone would suspect it. 

“You’re thinking too much,” she said and I laughed. “I want the bungeoppang already” I whined and she groaned. “It's been an hour!” she complained. 

“I think our delivery guy scammed us,” I said and she laughed. “First you use wheat flour and now we got robbed,” she said and I scoffed. 

I soon heard our doorbell. I went up to get it… “Why are you here?” I asked and he grinned. “Is y/nnie here?” he asks and I scoff. “Hyunsuk is here” I announce and she sits up. 

“Huh?” she said confused as she joined me by the door. “I assume this is yours by the way the driver just gave it to me thinking it was mine,” he said and it was bungeoppang! I took it and opened it as they talked. 

“What do you mean? Is she okay?” y/n asked. “Yeah… our parents just want her to marry some guy to give him the business since I can't anymore”

“I was hoping you’ve seen her?” he asked and she shook her head. “I wish she weren’t so similar to me,” he said and I scoffed. His sister was too similar to him… “You don’t think one of your friends has seen her?” she asked and he shook his head. 

“She’s MIA,” he said… he looked worried, maybe even stressed. “I’ll keep looking for her,” she said and he nodded. “I heard you’re taking etiquette classes?” Hyunsuk asks me and I scoff and don’t answer him. 

“Maybe you do need them” he muttered and got punched by y/n. “Hey! Sorry… it's okay I think those classes are useless, to be honest, my family hybrid can be as chaotic as me… but he’s the sweetest and cutest thing” he said… he was talking about Asahi.

“Well, y/nnie, if you find out anything about my sister I'd appreciate it. Maybe you can get your scary friend to see?” he asked about Wonyoung. I wonder… she was friends with his sister but for her to randomly disappear… it's not like they talked often, which was weird since they’re siblings. 

“I hope she hasn’t found any trouble”

The next day I went in to see Jake… he looked… sad.

“Oh! Riki!” he said suddenly, smiling at me. “All good?” I asked and his grin faltered. “How’d you get so lucky to get your owner to keep you?” he asked and I shrugged. 

“I approached her when we were kids… and I just so happened to be lucky with her,” I confessed but he seemed out of it… “Are you okay?” I asked and he sighed.

“Am I doing something wrong? I just want… what you have with your owner” he muttered and I sighed. “If I'm being honest… to find something similar would be rare, even a miracle,” I said but it seemed to worsen his mood. 

I didn’t want to give him false hope… finding the perfect owner was rare. It is a dream come true, it is for me at least. The class went on normally and I went outside to see her waiting with a tail ring. Everything was how it should be… I was at peace again. 

“Hmm… Niki, where's your coat?” she asked and I noticed I must've forgotten it. “You should ask the teacher tomorrow if you found it,” she said and I was going to respond when suddenly…

“I see you two are back to normal” I heard as I saw Wonyoung and y/n smiled. “It was a misunderstanding!” she grinned.

“Well, before I go I need to talk to you about Hyunsuk’s sister. She was spotted at a club in Jeju Island, far from Seoul '' she said and I was shocked, all the way there?

“I’ll text that to Hyunsuk, I hope she isn’t in too much trouble,” y/n said and WOnoung shrugged. “You know how she is, not like I blame her. Their parents are way overboard” she mentioned and I hear rumors about them. 

They were so strict that their oldest refused to take the company and even disowned his parents…. Hyunsuk has always been a troublemaker, but his little sister always tried to make her parents proud even at parties. Her sad smiles and sad eyes… She was never one to run away. 

“Eh?! I don’t want to!” I complained and she sighed. “Niki, please… don't you want to prove my dad wrong?” she asked and I sighed. “Fine, but after that can we go to the street market?” I asked and she chuckled.

“I was actually going to ask that too!” she said and I smiled. “Niki?” she asked and I looked at her waiting… Why did she look nervous?

“Don’t be mad?” she asked and I was confused… “My dad also set me up with a date for today. He’ll pick–” “You agreed?” I asked and she shook her head. He’s done this before… it's why we couldn’t show off we were together. Hybrid-Human relationships were… taboo in the wealthy world.

We’re seen as objects and not… humans. Even though we function like them, some of us have better abilities than humans depending on our animal counterparts… but we also have animal characteristics. 

There's… been cases where if they find out their kids were in relationships with the family hybrid then… they’ll get taken away. I… was okay with hiding it as long as I could be by her side. 

“Ok then… I’ll be on my best behavior” I promised and she nodded as we started to get ready. I got into the black suit she laid out for me. I sometimes wondered if she really did want another hybrid or… a human boyfriend. 

I went out of my room to see her door was open, silently letting me go in to see her get dolled up in her black dress and jewelry adorning her skin. 

“You’re dressing up for him too?” I teased and she scoffed. “I don’t need an excuse to look pretty” she corrected and I nodded. “But you’ll look pretty for me right?” I asked and she gigged. 

“For you maybe there's an exception,” she said and I smiled. 

Tonight I had to be on my best behavior… etiquette classes have taught me something.

We had been waiting outside… for a while now for this guy to come pick her up. Finally, we saw a black car arrive. “I’m so sorry!” I heard as he opened the door and bowed to us. I suddenly smelt a hybrid… a cat hybrid. 

“It's alright, it wasn’t on purpose,” she said and he sighed. But I heard a scoff… What was her problem? He soon grabbed the door and let her in and even waited for me to get in as well before he closed the door and got in from the other side. 

The cat hybrid in front of us wasn’t… happy to see us. 

“Behave” he whispered to her and I scoffed. 

“So, y/n uhmm…” he didn’t even know what to say to her. While the cat hybrid glared at y/n and I was starting to get annoyed… “Look, I know my dad is insistent in wanting me to get into a relationship but I’m not looking for one,” she said and he looked so relieved while the cat hybrid’s eyes lit up. 

“You’re the first girl my mom has set up with me who said that,” he said and I was confused. “Let's enjoy tonight then… as friends?” he asked and she chuckled. “Please?” she agreed. 

“Your mom also mentioned something about…” y/n trailed off while looking at me. What was she implying? “Ah… I haven’t told her yet” he said while petting the cat hybrid who looked confused and annoyed with him. 

“How about we make a deal?” he asked her and I was confused. What is going on now?

“Can we try to have a fake relationship?”

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Good Graces

AN: Cos Seb's latest looks have us all in a chokehold, but I'm too old to imagine him as my dad's best friend - so ex's best friend it is!

Beta'd by @sgt-seabass

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Moodboard and banner by me

Relationship: Ex's best friend Bucky Barnes x MILF Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

CW: Flirting, Lust at first sight, Explicit sexual content (vaginal fingering, jerking, unprotected PinV sex (reader is on BC)), Secret sex.

When Lee, your ex-husband, had asked if he could bring a new friend with him to the twins party you inwardly rolled your eyes. He said it was for moral support - he was worried about judgemental looks and remarks from all your (his) old friends - but part of you thought he just wanted to show off his latest barbie doll. 

He may have cheated on you with Layla from his office, but you’d heard through the grapevine that it hadn’t lasted one month past your divorce. No doubt he’d found someone new. Young. Skinny. No stretch marks and no fupa. Fuck him.

However, for the twin’s sake you decided to be the bigger person and had agreed that it would be fine. Hopefully, with all the other folk coming, adults and kids, you’d be able to avoid him and his ‘friend’.

You were still running around like a headless chicken when he arrived. The garden was decorated, the bouncy castle was inflated (which your kids were currently testing out with a few of their friends who’d arrived early), but you were still bringing all the food outside to the table. 

Your dad had offered to man the grill, and was currently prodding coals with more intensity than you thought it needed, but it was keeping him out your hair. You loved your dad, and he loved you, but sometimes he was hard work. Not as hard work as Lee.

The gate hinges squealed and then the wood banged against the gate post as the closer swung it shut.

“Hey, darlin’.”

Lee stood, looking slightly awkward and slightly sweaty, two badly wrapped gifts in his arms. Hopefully he’d bought something from the list you sent him, unlike at Christmas.

You put on your best ‘guest welcoming’ smile.

“Hi Lee. Glad you could make it. The twins will be glad to see you.” You turned toward the bouncy castle.

“Cassie, Isaac, your father’s here.”

Your kids shouted with joy and jumped off the inflatable, and ran towards Lee.

“Daddy!”

He knelt and managed to put the presents down before the two barrelled into him. In moments like this you found it hard to still be angry with him. He might have been a useless husband and not always the best father, but he did love his kids.

You looked around, realising you didn’t see a stranger’s face, and wondered where his friend was. You were about to ask him about his mysterious guest when the gate opened again.

The breath froze in your lungs as the man pulled off his sunglasses. Tall, lean, brunet, a slight scruffy beard going to grey in places, with aquamarine eyes and laughter lines at their corners. His hair was slightly on the long side, curling up at the nape of his neck. Navy pants, a navy t-shirt and a navy suit jacket. It should have looked over the top for a kids birthday party, but somehow it didn’t.

He walked towards you, a smile on his face, hand outstretched.

“Hey, you must be Mrs Bodecker. I’m Bucky. Bucky Barnes. Lee’s friend.”

Your nose screwed up a bit as he spoke.

“Please don’t call me that. I’ve only kept the name so the kids don’t get confused.”

He chuckled, not offended by your response in the least.

“Understandable, but I thought it might be a bit…” he looked you up and down, “... presumptuous to call you by your first name straight off.”

Call me whatever you want… and I’ll do whatever you want…

You tried to get your dirty mind under control. It was your kids' party for god’s sake. You must be more touch starved than you thought. Sex had never been high on your agenda; it had never been the mind-blowing, toe-curling experience your romance novels had made it out to be. But you hadn’t been totally adverse to it with Lee, especially at the beginning of your relationship.

However, this friend of his, Bucky, looked like sin on legs; like one of the hero’s from the cover of said romance novels. Just looking at him you wanted to throw caution to the wind, get a bit wild and a bit selfish.

“So, Bucky introduced himself to ya, darlin’?”

For once you were actually grateful to Lee. His reappearance by your side pulled you out of your erotic daydream.

“Lee, please. I’m not your darlin’ anymore.”

He dropped his head, chagrined, and you tried to ignore the brief quirk of Bucky’s plump pink lips.

“Sorry, force o’ habit. What do you need me to do?”

“Can you and Bucky keep an eye on the bouncy castle? There’s a couple of chairs set up. Just make sure the kids don’t have shoes on, or loose jewellery, and no more than 10 at a time.”

Bucky smiled at you over Lee’s shoulder.

“I’m sure we can manage that, eh bud?”

You smiled back. “Thanks.”

You made a quick escape then, darting back inside to get more food and also get yourself a cold drink. You were just putting the now empty glass on the draining board when your friend, and neighbour, Gabi, came in through the French doors.

“Who the heck is that hot guy with Lee?”

��He’s called Bucky. Apparently he’s a new friend. Gotta say, not the type of friend I was expecting Lee to bring, but I’m not disappointed.”

Turning, you opened the fridge and pulled out a bag of grapes. Gabi was grinning at you as you pulled each one off the stem and placed them on a platter.

“I’ll say! He’s rather yummy looking.”

“Gabs, you’re married!”

She plucked a grape off the platter and popped it in her mouth.

“Yeah, but I’m not dead. I can window shop. No harm in it. You on the other hand…” She looked at you with a sly smile and waggled her eyebrows.

“No. One, it’s the twins’ party. Two, I only met the man five minutes ago, and three I don’t need a man.”

Gabi rolled her eyes as you counted off your reasons on your fingers.

“I’m not telling you to jump him under the piñata. But you could get his number. And I’m not saying to start a relationship with him. I’m just saying that he looks like he knows how to please a woman.” She looked out of your kitchen and across the garden to where Bucky and Lee were organising the kids on the bouncy castle. “Look at those fingers! And I’ve noticed already that his tongue keeps trying to escape his mouth. Just think what he could do with those!”

“Not helping!”

“Pssshh, I’m helping plenty. Woman to woman- do it! You need a good dicking down. You deserve a good dicking down.”

You glared at her and she grinned, before throwing up her hands.

“Okay, okay. I won’t say another word on the subject.” She mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key and you could help but laugh.

“Come on, you perv.” You nudged your shoulder against hers. “Let’s get the rest of this food outside so my dad can start his slow but steady pace on the grill. Hopefully the fruit kebabs will keep the kids happy until the hotdogs are cooked.”

For the most part you managed to get on with the party, pandering to all the kids present, and ignored your unexpected, and distracting guest. It was difficult though, because somehow your ears had honed in on Bucky’s deep, syrupy voice, and everytime his melodious laughter rang out across your garden you found yourself looking toward him. And to make matters worse, when you did, his gaze seemed to lock with yours. He’d smile at you, eyes sparkling with mischief, and something more intimate that you were trying to ignore. Which was hard when he tipped back his head to swig from his beer bottle and a drop somehow escaped his lips and ran down his jaw, then down the firm column of his neck to disappear into the opening of his shirt.  How you managed not to launch yourself across the grass and lick the errant rivulet up, you weren’t sure.

When it became time for the cake, you brought out the split MineCraft/Star Wars confection that your friend Jackie had made and placed it on the table in front of the excited children. It was then that you realised that you’d left your box of matches inside, but before you could turn around to get them, a lighter appeared in front of your eyes.

You met Bucky’s grin, and smiled back without thinking, before ducking your head down and away, returning your attention to the task at hand. Or at least trying to.

When the party wound down, you were glad that some of your close friends and family stayed back to help tidy up. Isaac and Cassie ran up to their rooms with some of the other remaining kids, intent on playing with their new toys and you tried not to think of the mess in their rooms you’d have to tidy up tomorrow. At your request Lee started to deflate the castle. He wasn’t a bad man overall, but you’d just not been right for each other.

Gabi was taking down the decorations and chatting to your dad, while he cleared up the grill paraphernalia, as you started to carry the empty and part-empty food platters inside. Taking a moment for yourself, you rested your hands on the counter top, letting it take your weight. Your eyes closed, and you let your head drop, taking in a few deep breaths.

“How are you doing? Need any help in here?”

You jumped and turned around at the sound of Bucky’s voice. Somehow he’d almost completely snuck up on you and now was breathtakingly close. “I…um… just having a breather. It’s been a pretty full-on day.”

He took a step forward, and you had to tilt your head up to continue looking at his face. His very handsome face. “Bet you have a lot of those, sweetheart. When did you last do anything for yourself? I really can’t believe that Lee cheated on you. If you were my wife I don’t think I could have kept my hands off you. He’s my friend, but he’s an idiot.”

You snorted and then covered your mouth with your hand. “I plead the fifth. And do you go around flirting with all your friend’s ex-wives?”

His eyes roamed over you, unashamed and blatant. “Only those that could be categorised as ‘MILFs’ and I’ve only met one of those…”

“Smooth, Mr Barnes.”

His tongue slipped out from between his lips and ran over the lower one, and you couldn’t draw your eyes away. “Is it working?”

“Is what working?” You shifted an inch closer, your hand resting on the blue suit jacket he was wearing, feeling the smoothness of the fabric.

“Me trying to get into your good graces?”

“Is that what you call it?”

“You could call it something else, if you want.” His head lowered, his intentions telegraphed, giving you time to move your own away. 

“I do want…”  Your voice was low and soft as you instead raised your head to meet his lips.

There was no finesse. There was just unashamed want, like a starving man facing his last meal. You fisted the lapels of his jacket as your mouth opened under his. You drank in his kiss and returned it with fervour. You were drunk on him, drunk on lust and could feel heat pooling in your abdomen, a feeling so strange to you, due to its previous rarity.

Part of your brain kicked in enough to realise that should anyone come up towards the house from the garden, or the kids come downstairs, you would be caught in a rather compromising situation. But you didn’t want to stop. 

Instead, you stepped away from the counter, using your body weight to gently steer Bucky backward toward your pantry. 

You released his lips and jacket long enough to open the door to the small walk in cupboard before stepping in and dragging Bucky after you. His lips fell back to your neck and you could feel his smile as he pulled the door shut behind himself. Your fingers tangled into his hair as he kissed your throat, the hair of his beard tickling you. Lee had never had facial hair, so it had been a very long time since you’d experienced the feeling.

All thoughts of Lee were pushed from your mind as your back was pressed up against the shelves, the cans and jars stored on them juddering slightly. Bucky’s hands roamed your body over your sensible dress. When his thumbs brushed over your nipples you gasped and arched your back. You heard Bucky chuckle, and then groan as your hips pressed up against his, his erection obvious through his pants.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, under his jacket and started to pull his shirt out of his pants. You needed to feel him, get your hands on his flesh. There were no words between you, just gasps and moans of pleasure as you pushed the soft cotton up to curl your fingers into his back as he unbuttoned the top half of your dress. 

Your hands returned to Bucky’s hair again as he ducked his head to suckle each breast in turn through the lace of your bra, the stiff fabric creating an almost painful friction against your peaked nipples as it was soaked by his tongue.

His hands, in contrast, were pulling up the hem of your dress, stroking over your bare thighs to cup at your sodden core. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been so aroused. You were aware that you moaned his name as he’d touched you, because he sucked at your breast even harder. His deft fingers stroked you over panties until you were pleading breathily in his ear. When he finally pulled the damp cotton to the side and slid a finger inside you, you swear you had a small orgasm, from the way your body trembled and the breath was pulled from your lungs.

Bucky pumped his digit into you a few times before returning his lips to yours. You wondered why, but then he pressed a second finger into you and you cried out into his mouth and he swallowed the noise. You tugged the hair at the nape of his neck and he growled before pumping his wrist harder and curling his fingers inside you.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you can give it to me. I just know you're gonna cum so beautifully. You fucking deserve it. That’s it, baby, that’s it.”

He muttered against your lips and cheek as you kissed and nipped his beard, but when he felt your legs tremble, and heard your breath hitch, he kissed you deeply again as you came. Later, you were glad that he had. 

You heard the noises you made in your own ears, squeaks and mewls, as your body surrendered to a little known pleasure. Your head spun as you drew in breath through your nose and your grip on his hair tightened even further. Bucky’s fingers continued to stroke you, albeit more softly as he guided you through the aftershocks, and you felt the world come back to you, although your legs felt like jelly and your mind felt all floaty and light.

Slowly, Bucky withdrew his fingers from the clutch of your body, leaving your aching and empty. You whimpered, but Bucky shushed you gently, rubbing his nose against yours. 

He then leant back and, in the crack of light coming from under the door, you saw him raise his fingers to his mouth and slowly suck on them in turn. When he moaned you felt your pussy clench, imagining that he was making that noise tasting your essence from the source. And, despite the fact that you’d just had the most mind-numbing orgasm you could remember, you wanted more from him. 

You wanted everything.

You practically yanked his fingers from his mouth, bringing them to your own and licking up them, before smashing your lips to his in another feral, needy kiss. Bucky pressed you harder against the shelves, but you ignored the discomfort as the wood dug into your spine; you were more intent on reaching your goal. Your hands went to the fly of his pants as Bucky pulled your dress right up with one hand and massaged one of your breasts with the other.

Your right hand slid into his briefs, a smug sensation filling you when you felt the wetness of his precum on the waistband. The feeling was short lived though, overtaken by a combination of shock and some trepidation when you felt how big he was. Your fingers didn’t meet around his girth, but it didn’t deter you. You stroked up his length, wanting to give him back at least a portion of the pleasure he had given to you.

You touched and devoured each other, but eventually you both became impatient. Bucky lifted your right leg and hitched it over his hip, taking his cock from your hand and pressing towards you. You shuddered with pleasure when he slid his tip through your folds, coating himself in your arousal. 

Winding your arms around his neck you braced yourself as he slid home, rocking into you with more care than you’d anticipated. Your eyes rolled back and your eyelids fluttered as you gave yourself over to feeling. Feeling him stretch you wide. Feeling him fill you like you’d never felt before. A gasp left you as he got as close as he could, and then stilled. You could hear his breath in your ear, breaths that let you know he was collecting himself.

“You feel more amazing than I thought. Fuck. Gripping me so tight, I don’t know how I haven’t cum yet.”

You clenched at his words and he groaned at the sensation.

“Can I fuck you, sweetheart? I fucking need it, and I think you do to. I wanna fuck you until you see stars, until all you can say is my name. I want to swallow your cries again, and again.”

You couldn’t speak, just nodded your head against his neck and bit down on your lower lip as he canted his hips back, dragging his cock through your spasming walls before firmly thrusting back in. You sucked in a deep breath through your nose, trying to hold on to your sanity as Bucky fucked into you again. But your sanity slipped away moment by moment as he upped his pace. 

When his hands came round you and under your ass to lift you up properly, so you could wrap both legs around his waist, your brain was a puddle. 

Now he’d lifted you Bucky had more leverage, thrusting into you harder and faster. Jars clinked against each other, packets of seasoning fell over and a can jumped off the shelf and rolled across the floor. You ignored it. 

In fact, you barely noticed it, nearly all of your focus on the way Bucky was making you feel.

The way your skin tingled all over. The way he kept swapping between kissing you with ferocity and burying his face in your neck. The way his fingers gripped your ass, no doubt leaving bruises. And the way his cock was moving in you just right. Touching all the right spots. The spots you hadn’t thought you had.

There was a gradual tightening within you, an incremental build up, and you knew, just knew, that this impending orgasm would make the one you’d had only minutes ago seem pathetic in comparison. Bucky thrust into you like a man possessed and you swapped one hand to grip the shelf above your head for stability, rocking your hips against his in a wild dance.

Your body froze when you came, every tendon and muscle stretched out tight as electricity danced across all your nerve endings. Your blood was rushing in your ears and stars danced on the backs of your eyelids; you’d never felt anything like this.

“Sweetheart, oh god, I’m so close. Where should I cum?” 

You forced your brain to tune in enough to answer him, despite the delicious aftershocks shooting through your body.

“‘M on the pill…”

You’d barely finished answering before Bucky burrowed his head into your neck to muffle his shouts of ecstasy as he pumped you full of his cum. You clung onto him, coming down from your high as he recovered from his own. All was silent for a few minutes, other than the sounds of your combined breathing. Slowly he lowered your legs to the floor, and you moaned as he slipped from you and you felt his cum trickle down your thigh. You reached behind you, pulling a few sheets from the paper towel roll and used it to clean yourself up a bit, before neatening your dishevelled appearance. You weren’t sure what to say to Bucky, now that reality was creeping back in, but he picked up on your reticence.

“Hey.” He cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to face him. The low light threw shadows over his face, but you could still make out his questioning expression. “Are you okay? Please don’t say you regret that, because I don’t. Not one bit.” 

“No. It’s just… um… well I don’t really do this. Like ever.”

“Do you mean two orgasms back to back, or having sex with a virtual stranger in your pantry?” 

You giggled at the absurdity of it all. “Both!”

Bucky shifted closer again, pulling you against him. “Well next time, maybe we can try a bed and I can try for three. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect. But first we gotta sneak outta here first without the kids, or Lee, noticing.”

“That’s second. First, I gotta kiss you again.”

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7th Day of Christmas

A Christmas Market

Summary/Prompt - Visiting a Christmas Market/Fair

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader

Christmas Masterlist | Masterlist

Having finished cleaning up from the hunt of the day a few hours ago, you, Sam and Dean have just been lazing around the dingy motel room. You’d all had a much-needed nap, but now you’re bored.

You sigh as you roll over and place your head on your boyfriend’s strong chest. He looks at you quizzically as he wraps his arm around you and traces patterns on your back. After a while, you sigh again.

“Alright, what’s up, Sweetheart?”

“I’m bored…”

“Cuddling with me not enough for you?”

“It’s great, you know I love cuddling with you, but we’ve been in bed for hours. I wanna go out.”

“We can go to a bar?”

“We always go to bars,” you sigh. 

“Fine, then tell me what you want.”

“I wanna go on a date. A proper date, not one where every girl in the place is drunk looking at you like they wanna get in your pants.”

“Y/N, you know I don’t look at anyone else now. You’re all I need.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the point. They’re still looking and look at me like I don’t deserve you, and …”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. If anything it’s me that doesn’t deserve you. You’re perfect.”

“Thanks, Dean. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sweetheart. How about you go for a shower and get dressed in something nice and I’ll figure something out for us to do.”

Your face lights up as you sit up to look him in the eyes. “Really?” 

He leans down and kisses your lips. “Yes, really. Now hurry up before I change my mind.” He slaps your ass as you turn to climb off the bed and gather your stuff. 

Sam rolls his eyes at the two of you from the opposite bed but he also has a small smile on his face. He loves seeing his big brother so happy and in love. He’s been through so much raising him and trying to be the perfect son and protective big brother, he deserves every happiness he can get. And as much as it makes Sam feel lonely and miss Jess sometimes, he’s glad that he’s got a front-row seat. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

When you emerge from the bathroom in a fresh pair of skinny jeans, and a nice T-shirt with a subtle layer of makeup — just some light powder, mascara and lip gloss — that you’d snuck in hopefully and your hair left in a neat braid on your shoulder Dean turns around from his place at the table and wolf whistles. Coming from anyone else you would cringe, but you know it’s Dean’s way of showing his appreciation so you just smile. You grab your boots from beside the bed and join him at the small table while you put them on. 

“You look beautiful,” he says while checking you out.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Winchester.”

Once you finish tying up your laces he stands up and offers you his hand. “Ready?”

You nod as you take his hand and stand up. You wave to Sam as you head towards the door.

“Have a good night you too. Be safe,” he says.

“You should go out, see if you can’t get lucky,” Dean says.”

“Get outta here, Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

You shake your head at the brothers, but you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. Despite all their teasing, they love each other more than anything. You wish you were that close with your sibling. But as a frown starts to invade your features you brush away the thought and focus on the present. You squeeze Dean’s hand as he leads you outside to his precious Impala and opens and closes the door for you. You don’t often get the chance to go on real dates with the life you lead, so whenever you do he becomes the proper gentleman. While it’s nice to enjoy gentle-Dean for a few hours, it’s the rough, damaged hunter that you first fell in love with. 

As he starts the engine and backs out of the parking lot you look at him and ask, “So where are we going?”

He places his hand on your thigh and squeezes it. “It’s a surprise. But I’m sure you’ll like it.” He turns up the music, effectively cutting off any more questions of what he has planned. 

After what feels like an eternity but was really only 20 minutes he pulls a park in a busy parking lot in a field. In the distance, you can see sparkling fairy lights as well as large outdoor spotlights. Dean shuts off the engine and comes around to help you out — he would only ever dare do that on a date, during hunts you become a strong independent hunter and he wouldn’t dare treat you like a lady. You take his hand as he leads you towards an archway covered in fairy lights and leafy garlands. Hanging from the archway is a banner that reads: “Local Annual Christmas Market”.

Your face lights up. You rarely get to celebrate holidays with constant hunts, but you remember telling Dean ages ago on a quiet night after drinking that you love Christmas. It means so much to you that he remembered and would bring you here when you had barely even remembered what time of year it was. Since losing most of your family and becoming a hunter, celebrating things like Christmas just seems less important. Butl, with Dean by your side and you finally starting to love your life again it feels like the perfect time to let some of that holiday spirit back into your heart. 

He squeezes your hand and leads you through the archway down a well-worn dirt path. You stop at booths as you pass by. There are all sorts of stalls peddling wares like Christmas cards, toys, trinkets and jewellery. He notices you eyeballing a pretty, simple silver chain with a heart-shaped charm decorated with small gems so he buys it for you and helps you put it on before moving on to the next stall. You run the fingers of your free hand over the charm as you smile up at him. Despite his rough front, he’s a true romantic at heart. All he ever wants is to make you happy and spoil you. While he mightn’t have a lot to give financially he always puts a little aside after hustling pool to spend on nights like this. As you keep walking through the stalls you notice his eyes light up as you near a stall with boxes of old vinyls. His step speeds up a little as he pulls you towards it. You happily speed up and join him in searching through the boxes. By now you know the kind of music he likes so you know which ones to hold up and show him. While there are heaps he wants to buy he holds back wanting to keep some money for anything else you might like. He walks away with just three vinyls in a paper bag. As you continue your journey it starts to snow. That’s when you notice you forgot to grab your jacket. As he feels you shiver at the feeling of snowflakes littering and melting on your exposed arms he sheds his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders instead. 

“What about you?” You protest.

“Layers, Sweetheart. I’m fine. Besides, I’m a warrior, I don’t get sick.” 

“Nor do I,” you argue back. He raises an eyebrow at you. “That was one time! And we’d been hiking for hours in the rain!”

“I don’t care.” 

You finally come across a circular alcove off the path with food trucks and portable tables and chairs under umbrellas. You take a seat at a free table opposite each other.

“Also, I never get to treat you like this. I know you’re no princess and on a normal day I wouldn’t dare treat you like one. But there’s little I truly have to offer you except the shirt off my own back. So please, just let me do what I can.”

You reach across the table and squeeze his hands. “Alright, you big sap, I’ll keep the jacket.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you for bringing me here. I can’t believe you remembered.”

“I remember everything you say to me.” You smile at him. “You hungry? I know I am!”

“I could eat.”

“Good. I’ll be right back.” He gets up, kisses the top of your head and walks off to get a selection of street food to share from the trucks.

[story-telling]

⛓️Always in our hearts,⛓️ ⛓️⛓️and our heads⛓️⛓️⛓️

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Hiiii!! I’m writing a fanfic at the moment and I’m thinking of updating it weekly! (If anything differs I’ll post about it) please please give this a read because it took a long time and I hope you all enjoy it!!

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Chapter 1:

Healing externally

Lawrence drags his nearly lifeless body across the disgusting sewer floor, gasping for air due to the blood loss leaving his head woozy. His stump dragging across the floor, scraping against the concrete with every movement, up ahead he saw a door, it wasn’t locked. Freedom, he thought to himself as he suddenly regained energy to pull himself that little bit further. He spit some blood out from his mouth and gritted his teeth through the pain, his oozing stump rubbed against some broken glass and he winced in pain, fearful to make a noise in case anyone heard him escaping.

Eventually he reached the door, pushing it open with one free hand while the other pushed himself up to push the bar down to release the lock. Fresh air. Natural light. Wind. The traffic. Everything he had ever taken for granted he was finally relieved to see again. He pushed even further to get back to civilisation, just one person needed to see him and he could get help. And that’s exactly what happened, a woman walking her dog managed to come across him as he weakly asked for help. She immediately dropped to her knees to check over Lawrence and called an ambulance.

Just a few moments later he could hear the whirring of the sirens, luckily it was a quiet place so there was no crowds. Only people hoisting him onto a gurney and reassuring him everything would be okay, one of the paramedics tried to put an oxygen mask on but before they could he batted their hand away and tried to tell them about Adam but nothing was coming out. The blood loss had left him speechless and half dead. adam. Adam. ADAM. ADAM. Was the only thing floating around his head. He struggled with the paramedic while they tried to get his oxygen mask on for about three minutes

“help. Him.” Was the only words he could mutter out before completely passing out. Leaving him unconscious.

The paramedics called the police to investigate the building while they rushed Lawrence to the hospital, he didn’t remember much from then on. Only occasionally drifting in and out of consciousness and feeling the jitter of the ambulance and the sounds of the gurney clashing together, the sirens still whirring. Eventually he lost consciousness again and everything went black. It felt as though his heart stopped and everything was peaceful at last, these last eight hours were utter hell, he was glad to be at peace. Even if he did think he was dead.

All of a sudden he woke up again, in a hospital bed. Bright fluorescent lights almost blinding him, the beeping of his IV drip and the smell of latex and disinfectant. He looked down to see his stump covered in a red blood soaked bandage and studied his surroundings, it all started to click together. The ward, the staff, the reception. This was Angel of mercy. The hospital he works at, or well. Did work at, he never in his life thought he would be a patient in his own hospital.

“This must be how my patients feel” he said to himself in a dry, raspy voice. He leaned over and took a sip of water from the cup left on the table next to him, looking over to the blue curtains. He saw a figure behind them and his heart raced started to increase, he swallowed his water with a loud gulp as he saw the figure move and open the curtain, revealing a tall, skinny woman with black hair and a doctor’s uniform on with a wedding ring on her right hand.

“Hello, I’m Lynn Denlon. I’m going to be your doctor for the time being so I will be your main port of call for any emergencies or enquiries about your recovery Mr…uhm…” she flicks through her clipboard notes to find her patients name and looks up. “Lawrence Gordon…” she smiles and looks at him putting her clipboard on the table, her head tilts to the left a little and she sighs “what could of possibly happened to you for you to be in here?”

Lawrence’s eyes closed sharply as his mind raced through everything that had occurred in that god forsaken bathroom. The blood, the smell, the tape, the saw. His eyes opened wildly once more and a horrified look appeared on his face.

“Adam…” he said quietly to himself. “Did they find Adam?”

Lynns brows furrowed in confusion and sat in the edge of the bed “who’s Adam? Surely I would have thought you would be more caring for your wife and daughter” she raises her eyebrows and smirks and the doctor.

Lawrence bites his tongue, he knew he didn’t have the energy to fight this battle “oh yes, I almost forgot to ask. How are you and Jeff getting on?”

Lynns face falls as she swallows and grits her teeth, her eye twitches as she rapidly gets up and grabs her clipboard “have a smooth recovery. Doctor.” She exits the room in one swift motion, almost slamming the door in her rage.

Sure it was a cheap shot but she had it coming Lawrence thought to himself as he took another sip of water.

Some time passes and Lawrence feels his eyes close heavily, he couldn’t believe how exhausted he was but every time he closed his sleepy eyes all he could think about was those eight disgusting hours, Adam’s screams and the pain. Oh my god the pain he thought while sitting upright and straining his neck to see if anyone was out there, a few moments later a police officer and detective knock on the glass door as he grants them entry with a swift motion of his hand.

The detective appeared with dark hair and a large build, his face almost looked familiar, Lawrence had to bargain with himself whether the detective had lip fillers due to them being so plump, the detective smiled at Lawrence and he smiled back.

“Good evening Doctor, I am Detective Hoffman. The lead on this case of your unfortunate events, unfortunately we are still running tests to try and gather any information we can about it but so far we are yet to find anything. The person who did this must be… very smart and efficient” He paused for a moment and smiled to himself.

Lawrence looked up and took a deep breath in “what about Adam? Did you find him? Is he alright?” His eyes pleading for a good response, or any response at this point.

The detective hung his head and sighed “I’m sorry doctor, Adam stanheight was already deceased when we found him. We could not resuscitate him, however we did go to his apartment to look things over and it turns out he had a cat, we either take it to a shelter or you can adopt it. You don’t have to make the choice now, god knows you have made many choices recent…”

“Wait. Just wait a minute…Adam’s dead?…” Lawrence’s eyes filled with tears as his face turned angry and sad. “You’re wrong. He can’t be. I promised him. I promised…” The detective sat on the chair across from him and Lawrence looks at him as his eyes darkened into a cold stare “you’re wrong”

“I beg your pardon?” Hoffman questioned as his eyebrows raised

“You’re wrong. You’re all wrong, this is wrong. He isn’t dead. I saw him before I left” Lawrence started to get worked up as he started sweating and hyperventilating

“You can take a trip down to the morgue if you’d like. And you would see his cold dead body” Hoffman stood up and looked at the doctor.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” Lawrence shouted at him, a nurse came in and asked the police to leave the hospital and they did as they were asked. The nurse administered medication to calm Lawrence to prevent his heart rate increasing, she filled his cup up with more water and elevated his foot with the remote to move the bed. “Now you get some rest Lawrence. We need you to be better so we can get you home and safe” she smiled and left the room.

To be continued…🩸🩸🩸

[firawren]

"The Rose Brides" A Beauty and the Beast retelling fanfic

Chapter 10, “Escalation,” rated T, now posted on AO3!

Excerpt from Chapter 10:

He shouldn’t, but he really, really wanted to go with her. It was so boring and disheartening being alone in his room with nothing but the oppressive feeling of the spirits to keep him company. Belle’s company would be infinitely better. And at least he wouldn’t be alone with her—Mrs. Potts and Cogsworth would be there too, so nothing really intimate could happen between him and Belle again, like that kiss on his cheek that wouldn’t stop replaying in his mind. No, it would just be a casual game with three people who he all cared about equally and platonically.

“Alright, I’ll come play,” he agreed, and he made sure to take no notice of the way her face might have lit up in delight at that. The fact that his heart started thumping faster, as if in sympathetic delight at her delight, was just a coincidence.

Belle led him to the small sitting room with the music box in it. There was a cheerful fire crackling in the hearth, with two armchairs pulled up to it, where Mrs. Potts and Cogsworth sat chatting. They looked up toward him when he came in, and both smiled at him.

“Glad you decided to join us, dear,” Mrs. Potts said as he approached.

“Yes, excellent to have your company, sir,” Cogsworth said, much more formally, but still looking at him with as much contented fondness as Mrs. Potts was giving him. Even more of his tension about being with Belle drifted away under such welcoming looks.

He heard scraping across the floor and turned to see Belle pulling wooden chairs up to a small table. He rushed to help her.

“Where’d this table come from?” he asked.

“Cogsworth and I carried it in from another room.”

Adam frowned. “You should have gotten me sooner; I’d have brought it.”

“Cogsworth and I handled it just fine, didn’t we?” Cogsworth inclined his head toward her in confirmation, then Belle turned to Adam and held up her arm to flex her bicep. “I’m a strong, work-roughened peasant, remember?”

Her arms actually did look a little more hearty than when she’d first come to the palace. She’d been so skinny at first, but she’d put on some weight in her months here, and Adam was pleased to see it.

He smiled at her. “Oh yes, very impressive muscles, little one.”

She frowned at the tease, and Adam nearly reached out to pat her head to annoy her further, but then shrunk back, remembering that he ought to be less chummy with her. It was just so hard when she was so friendly and cute all the time.

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Summary:

Lord Adam, born a beast from an ancestral and unbreakable curse, is determined to live in solitude so that his bloodline and curse will finally end with him. Yet magic intervenes and puts a young woman named Belle in his life, bound to his palace from an enchanted rose she plucked. Adam wants nothing to do with this woman who ruined his plans. He certainly is not going to fall in love with her, no matter how sweet and fun and clever he discovers her to be. Belle is not happy to be trapped at the eerie palace either. She had plans to become a famous author and travel the world. But she’s determined to make the best of her situation by making a friend, or maybe something more, if she can ever get this cranky yet strangely kind beast to open up to her.

Chapters 10/19 now posted | Belle/Beast | rated M overall

Other characters: Mrs. Potts, Cogsworth, Maurice, minor original characters Key tags: Alternate Universe, Love, Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Shame, Self-Sacrifice, Magic, see full list of tags on AO3

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Quinn x fem R where they’re secretly dating and Quinn isn’t out yet, R comes over looking for Q so they can go on a date but she’s with Rachel or someone and R gets the jealous look bc she knows Rachel likes Quinn.

Judy is like: I wouldn’t worry about Rachel, they might be friends but I know Quinn and she only has eyes for you.

R is like: Oh…No! No! No!…I’m not…

Judy: 😑🤨 *looks at R’s clothes and how they’re sitting*

R: *not sitting normally and wearing so much flannel*

Okay…

Judy: I’m her mother, I know things, I’ll wait until she’s ready but I already knew the second you came in and picked her up to ‘go to the movies with Kurt and Mercades’

R: We did go to the movies!

Judy: yes but you went alone and had dinner after…I’m just glad you treat her better than that Puckerman.

Q: What’s going on here?

Judy: Just talking about your ‘friends’ offer to volunteer at the clothing drive at our church

R: *nods*

*later*

Q: You don’t have to do the drive you know?

R: Yeah I know, Just want to test the theory of me going up into flames when I set foot in there.

Q: If I can get in so can you 😭

*starts making out*

*Judy’s singing gets louder so they push away and R just smirks bc she knows Judy is doing it on purpose to scare Quinn and give her a push into coming out*

Judy: Here’s your laundry Quinnie, (R) you have her lipstick on your neck and Quinnie you’ve got a very dark hickey. So let’s be honest sweetheart. I don’t care. I’m just glad you won’t get pregnant again. *leaves*

Quinn x Reader

With excited steps, you make your way to the front door of the Fabray house. There was a planned date with Quinn and you were buzzing with anticipation. You and Quinn had been dating for a good while now, especially by Quinn's usual standards. You were the one who stuck around for the longest and you intended to stay.

Of course, being Quinn's first girlfriend had its downsides. Well, one downside. You had to keep your relationship a secret. Quinn wasn't out to anyone yet and wasn't ready to do so yet. It didn't bother you though. You understood the struggles of taking control of your queerness. If you hadn't been forced yourself, it would've taken a while for you to come out as well.

But now wasn't the time for thinking like that. You're knocking on the door and ready to enjoy a night with Quinn. You grin brightly when the door opens and it doesn't fade even when Quinn's mother, Judy, answers the door.

"Oh! Hey Ms. Fabray. Is Quinn here?"

Judy smiles fondly at you before inviting you in. "Hello, Y/N. Quinnie isn't home right now." You plop down on the couch while Judy grabs a drink for you. "She's with Rachel right now. Something about a duet for Glee."

When she hands you a glass of water, she notices the frown on your face. You couldn't hold it back. You knew Rachel had a thing for Quinn. And since you and Quinn were a secret, Rachel was constantly trying to worm her way into the blonde's good graces. It annoys you, but you don't have any way to deal with it without outing Quinn.

The feeling of someone soothing your brow draws you out of your mind. Blinking a few times, you look up at the older woman smiling at you with a bit of amusement on her face.

"Oh, don't worry about Rachel, dear. They may be friends, but I know Quinn only has eyes for you."

You blink again. And a few more times before you sputter an almost incoherent line of words.

"Wh-uh... No. We aren't... I'm not! Quinn's definitely not. We haven't... Uhh.. nah. No. We uhh.. ummm..."

When you finally stop trying to explain yourself, your eyes cautiously land on Judy only to see an amused look on her face. As soon as she knows she has your attention, her eyes pointedly move to look at your clothes and the way you were sitting. Suddenly self-conscious, you take a look at yourself.

You were wearing skinny jeans with boots. A t-shirt covered your torso and a flannel shirt covered that. The sleeves of that flannel were rolled up to your elbows and your forearms had bracelets and a leather cuff adorned on them. The way you sat didn't help either seeing how you had your legs spread out with your elbows resting on your thighs. Almost immediately you sit a bit more proper.

"You uh... You have a point." You rub the back of your neck in anxiety. This wasn't how you wanted to come out to Quinn's mother. Said woman just gives you a fond smile.

"It's all right, Y/N. I'm a mother. I've known about you two for a long time. Ever since you picked her up to go to the movies," her hands rise to form air quotes, "'with Kurt and Mercedes.'"

"But we did go to the movies!" You countered. The elder woman just raised an eyebrow. It was eerily similar to Quinn's.

"Yes you did. Alone. And you went to dinner afterwards. Alone." She moves to sit closer to you and pats your head. "Like I said. It's all right. I'm just glad you treat her better than Noah."

You smile at Judy, who had very quickly become a second mother to you when you first met. Her hand cups your face and you almost tear up at the amount of love and acceptance in her eyes. The moment doesn't last as Quinn opens the door and enters the home. Judy's hand drops to your shoulder when the young blonde's eyes land on the both of you.

"What's going on here?" She asks, a little apprehensive. Her mother just stands and brushes off her skirt of invisible dust.

"Nothing at all, Quinnie. I was just talking to your..." Judy gives you a look. "Friend about the clothing drive at the church. She volunteered to help us out." You give a grin and nod.

"Yup. More than happy to help out."

Quinn just looks at the two of you with suspicion before grabbing your arm and ushering you to her room.

"Okay then... C'mon Y/N."

When you're finally in her room, she closes the door.

"You know you don't have to do the drive." She shakes her head at you. You just shrug.

"Eh. Honestly I'm just curious to see if I'll really burst into flames when I step foot on holy ground." Quinn rolls her eyes with a soft laugh. She pulls you close and wraps her arms around your neck.

"If I can go into a church, you definitely can." You just answer with a smirk before pressing your lips against hers.

Quinn lets out a soft hum of approval and pushes you towards her bed. Your knees hit the edge of the bed and you sit down, allowing Quinn to crawl onto and straddle your lap. You pull her impossibly closer and let your hands roam her body. Her own hands comb through your hair, gently pulling at it to tip your head back and expose your neck. As soon as that happens, her lips are kissing up and down your neck. A low moan escapes your lips and your hands move to caress her thighs, touching the skin hidden under her dress. Eventually, you need your mouth to do more and you duck your head to attack the blonde's neck. Her head tilts back and she clings onto you as your teeth and tongue assault her skin.

Your hands almost reach a little higher on her thighs when you suddenly hear Judy's voice coming towards you, singing 'Papa Don't Preach.' Quinn immediately pushes you away and hops off of your lap to the spot next to you. You're now on your back, trying to get your breathing back in check. By the time you manage to sit up, a knock sounds on the door and opens.

"Quinnie! I have your laundry." The older blonde waltzes on in to drop the hamper off. Taking a quick glance at the two of you, she almost laughs. Quinn is blushing hard and trying not to look at you or her mother. You're wearing an amused smirk on your face. Judy walks up to you and fixes your hair.

"Honey, you have some lipstick on your neck." You absent-mindedly wipe at the spot Quinn's lips were once at. She then turns to Quinn and places her hand on her daughter's chin to turn her head.

"And you are going to have a very dark hickey." She pointedly looks at you, causing you to bashfully look away. The woman places her hands on her lips and looks at you both.

"I'll be honest. I don't care that you're together. I'm glad to see how happy you two are. I'm just happy you won't get pregnant again." She kisses you both on the cheek and heads out the room, closing the door. You and Quinn just gape at the door before looking at each other.

"Heh..." You start. "At least we don't have to hide from your mom anymore?" Quinn just lets out a scoff of disbelief.

"That was... Surprisingly easy."

"Your mom just wants you to be happy. She loves you." The blonde smiles at that.

"I love her too..." She turns to look at you. "And I love you."

[ochrememes]

‘an offer from a gentleman’ prompts

really just some of my favourite quotes and situations. all pronouns have been changed to they/them so they can apply to anyone but feel free to change them again when you send them.

add + reverse to switch the order of sender and receiver in the actions

DIALOGUE

“I’m so glad you like it. You do have such a knack for picking out my clothing.”

“It would be ungentlemanly of me to allow this sorrowful state of affairs to continue.”

“It’s obvious you would lay your life down for him.”

“I suppose I may be induced to tell you that my favourite colour is _, but beyond that I shall leave you with no clues to my identity.”

“Tonight I am transformed, tomorrow I shall disappear.”

“I want - I want our future. I want every little piece of you.”

“I don’t want to fight you, but I will.”

“I can assure you that the three-to-one odds don’t frighten me.”

“Well, I do not mind a bit of rain. There are far worse things than getting wet.”

“I’ll race you to the door.”

“Each one is meaningful in some way, I’ve collected them since I was a child.”

“You’re just dreaming.”

“I love you, I’ve always loved you.”

“It would certainly be hard to feel worse.”

“Your stomach has been growling all morning. When was the last time you ate?”

“I find you rather refreshing.”

“Whatever could you be thinking to look so adorably ferocious?”

“Are you this charming with everyone or only me?”

“Do I look like a person in a mood to be argued with?”

“I can practically see the steam coming out of your ears.”

“So pretty, like a storybook fairy.” 

“Sometimes I think you couldn’t possibly be real.”

“Be mine forever. I’ll give you anything you want. All I want in return is you.”

“I want you, I want you right now. I want you here. I want you in my bed, I want you tomorrow. And I want you the next day.”

“I have been adrift all my life.”

“If you’re going to kill me, you might as well enjoy yourself while you’re at it, because Lord knows, I won’t.”

“Mock me all you want but I am not exaggerating.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you are exceedingly nosy?”

“I have had enough excitement in my life.”

“Don’t I deserve this one little fantasy?”

“Most of the world are fools.”

“Act surprised you weren’t supposed to know.”

“Were you ever going to tell me that we’d met before?”

“I had to disappear, I didn’t have a choice.”

“I am so angry right now, that I don’t know myself.”

“I just wanted to thank you for having me here, for accepting me, and allowing me to pretend I was a part of your family.”

“We shall make new memories for you, my dear.”

“Have I told you lately, how much I love you?”

“I would have married you no matter what.”

“I had many dreams about you after the masquerade.”

“In my heart we are married.”

“Do you know one of the reasons I was so hesitant to give my heart completely to you?”

ACTIONS

[ TEACH ] : sender teaches receiver how to dance at a ball

[ MASQUERADE ] : sender and receiver unknowingly dance at a ball together

[ RESCUE ] : sender saves receiver from a drunk at a party

[ REUNITE ] : sender and receiver see each other again after years, only for sender not to recognise them

[ RAIN ] : sender and receiver get caught in the rain on the way back from a party

[ BED ] : sender helps a feverish receiver into bed

[ READ ] : sender reads to receiver as they recover from their illness in bed

[ LAKE ] : sender accidentally stumbles on receiver skinny dipping

[ PANIC ] : sender finds receiver recovering from a panic attack

[ BLINDFOLD ] : sender helps receiver remove a blindfold

[ PRISON ] : sender rescues receiver from a jail cell

[ BATH ] : sender and receiver share a bath together

[ HAIR ] : sender washes receivers hair

[ridiasfangirlings]

i geniunely just feel like hurting myself w this anyw pre rok yata dead au fushimi finding his diary full of sad stuff

Remember: the best way to hurt yourself is to hurt everyone else reading this too :D Imagine how sad this would be though, Yata dying before he and Fushimi can reconcile and then Fushimi really getting to read and understand how much Yata missed him and that Yata never left him behind at all. Like say Yata gets randomly killed by some Strain, not even a super strong one or a King or anything, just a regular old Strain and Yata’s in the wrong place at the wrong time. Obviously in the aftermath Homra is dealing with things and Fushimi’s trying his hardest to act like he’s not affected when he’s really dealing with all these complex emotions. When Homra goes to clean out Yata’s place Kusanagi suggests Fushimi come along, Fushimi refuses but Anna shows up at S4 later holding a book in her hands. She gives it to Fushimi and tells him Misaki would have wanted him to have it. Fushimi bitterly denies that, why should Yata want to give anything to his enemy, but Anna just looks at him silently until he nods and takes the book.

It sits on Fushimi’s desk for a couple days before he can finally bring himself to open it, wondering why he would want to read Misaki’s stupid diary that’s probably all about how awesome Mikoto is. Instead the very first line on the first page is ‘Saruhiko left today.’ The entry goes on, ‘Totsuka-san said it might be good to write things down when I feel upset, so I guess I’ll try that. I’m not good at writing so this won’t be fancy or anything. I dunno what to write.’ And then a big space between paragraphs and at the bottom of the page: ‘I miss Saruhiko. What if he doesn’t come back?’.

Fushimi turns the page and there’s another entry, something random this time about all the fun Yata had that day in Homra, but then once again at the bottom of the page: ‘I’m glad I didn’t have to go back to the apartment until it was late. I miss having Saruhiko there.’ Fushimi wants to just shut the diary but he keeps reading, fingers clenching on the pages as he reads about the first time he and Yata met post-betrayal. Yata’s talking about how Fushimi’s such an asshole, such a traitor and Fushimi grins all ‘that’s right,’ but there’s still that last line: ‘why doesn’t he just come back already. I miss the old Saruhiko.’ Fushimi mutters to himself that Yata doesn’t understand if he’s still asking that, turning the page.

Yata’s diary talks about how he had to move out of the old apartment, ‘it feels too empty without Saruhiko. I dunno what to do with the stuff he left. I took the kotatsu but it stopped working again and I don’t know how to fix it. I brought Saru’s stuff along anyway, I put it in the closet. If he comes back, I’ve got it.’ Fushimi suddenly remembers Kusanagi asking him to come clean Yata’s place and he clicks his tongue, wondering why his vision is blurring suddenly and muttering that the low light is making his eyes sting. He keeps on reading and there are so many entries, a lot of them are about Homra but even more are about him, Yata wondering if Fushimi’s eating right (‘he just looks so skinny okay, what are those assholes feeding him at Scepter 4,’), worrying when he hears someone at S4 got hurt in a mission (‘why the hell should I even worry about that bastard…anyway I bet he’s fine, right? Saruhiko is strong’), talking about old memories and wondering what happened to make things turn out this way (‘Did I do something? Did I make Saruhiko leave? I just want him to come back and be my friend again’). Soon Fushimi’s been up hours and imagine him finally just shoving the book in his desk, hiding his face with his hands and trying to tell himself that this doesn’t matter, it’s fine isn’t it, everything broke anyway so it’s fine that he left, even though he’ll never see Misaki again it’s fine.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

i’m not entirely sure how ticket time works so let me know if i’ve done this wrong. could i please request a fic where reader (preferably male or gn) is having a sleepover with Near (Death Note)? perhaps with some blanket forts, snacks, cuddles, plushies, etc. thank you sm!!

Hi friend! Yeah this is how it works, you just send in a request and if it follows my blog rules which are in my pinned post, I’ll write it! I’m gonna make this one gn so more people can read it any enjoy, thank you so much for the ask! <33

“Are you sure this is something you want to do?”

“Near,” You laughed airily, “You said we could have one night to do anything I wanted to do. I want a sleepover, what could go wrong?

“Do I have to wear this though?” He cocked an eyebrow and gestured towards his outfit.

Okay so maybe making him wear an arctic fox onesie was a little much but it was seriously adorable and besides, he needed to match you. Your brown bear onesie needed company.

“Absolutely!” You declared, “These are traditional sleepover outfits. Now, what to do first…”

You produced the sleepover list Near had made you write. He wanted you to write down all the things you were going to do tonight.

SELEPOVER LIST!!!

1. Onesies prolly

2. Pillow fight

3. Snacks/desserts deserts

4. Blancket fort

5. MONOPOLIE!!

“Uh, so… blanket fort next?” You asked.

Near leaned over to look at the list. “Why did you put a C in blanket?”

You groaned, “I’m bad at spelling, don’t bring it up.”

“You spelled Monopoly with an I and a E… and you spelled dessert instead of desert.”

“Oh my god, shut up please.” You stood up and left the room only to return with a plethora of pillows, stuffed animals and blankets.

“Okay, have you ever built a pillow fort before?” You asked and chucked a pillow out him, he dodged but got hit square in the face with a panda PillowPet.

“No, never,” He adorably glared at the panda, “How do we do it?”

“I think it’s best if you just watch and follow along.” He nodded and you began stacking pillows, finding chairs and throwing blankets on top of them. Eventually the center of the room was a mountain of colorful cloth and chairs that you and Near admired.

You smiled and grabbed his hand, lifting up one part of blanket and crawling inside. You dropped his hand halfway in and made it entirely inside as he tried to follow you. He bumped a chair and suddenly the entire fort collapsed on top of you.

Laughing and pushing through the blankets in an attempt to move them out of the way, Near’s face appeared in front of you holding a pillow sheepishly.

“Sorry…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” You chuckled and shoved a Squish-mallow off your lap. “ What do you want to do next?”

Very quickly you had moved on to the pillow fight. It only lasted a little while because poor skinny Near was not good with exercise and he kept getting pummeled in the face and falling over.

Next you played Monopoly and of course Near was going to win. He was fantastic at the game. Then you convinced him to turn around because there was something he had to see. Near couldn’t figure out how suddenly you had triple the amount of money you used to. He didn’t realize cheating was an option.

Finally you moved onto the snack portion. One failed, burnt cake and a quick Target trip later and you had enough Sour Patch Kids to kill an elephant.

Lazing on the pillow and candy covered floor, you watched an old movie together and munched on Oreos.

“That was worth it, I suppose.” Near said.

“You’re glad you gave me a night of your life instead of working like you always do? I’m honored.” You said sarcastically.

“Yeah… It was nice…” He gave you a small smile and you gave him one back.

“Good. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. We could do it again sometime.”

[spacedlexi]

sorry for randomly dumping my headcanon here but I feel like I’m going insane and need at least one other person to hear this opinion without getting jumped (transphobia sucks) and this is related to the trans headcanon post so anon ask it is

like a week ago when I was really tired I thought about how there isn’t a lot of representation for queer POC, especially when it comes to trans people. so being Black and transmasc myself a lightbulb practically lit over my head at the chance to headcanon a well-loved Black character (Louis) as trans (and transmasc at that! always felt somewhat excluded due to most people subconsciously only viewing young, white, and/or skinny characters as transmasc) and I wrote down:

“Trans Louis… his deadname was Louise and his parents were rich enough for him to buy testosterone without anyone noticing and they chalked the changes up to puberty. Either he gradually brought more and more masculine clothes and his parents didn’t care or again he brought them without anyone noticing and brought them to Ericson’s/wore them when his parents wouldn’t notice”.

that was written somewhat un-seriously because I was tired but now my brain has latched onto transmasc Kouis and I feel like I need at least one other person to see my vision or I’ll go insane.

ALSO YOU’RE SO RIGHT ABOUT VI’S WEAPON BEING A BUTCHER’S KNIFE. didn’t get it at first but when it clicked I stared at the corner of the room like a sitcom character staring at the camera when a laugh track plays after they deliver a classic zinger.

awe 🥺 come into my open arms you are safe here. i did really like way back when the transmasc louis transfem vi headcanons were a little popular. even if i didnt necessarily share them myself (but thats mostly just bc i dont headcanon a lot. i did draw them with the trans flag tho). it was cute :') and im glad it makes you so happy!! i see your Vision anon i Get It. if he could do what he did to his parents i think he could secretly buy a whole new wardrobe if he wanted dfgsdfg

and yeah butchers knife violet just reinforcing her masc lesbian vibes for me when i Realized. like oh its intentional isnt it. theres no way that girl is fem shes just a secret softie. how am i Not supposed to think shes got some gender thing going on with those layered baggy shirts and vest that hide her frame 🤨 ??

[wisteria-cherry]

apple pie

deku x reader

notes: reader has bunny quirk, mentions of gvns, violence, veeeery minor cursing

thank you @glitch-girl318 for requesting this! i am so sorry i didn’t publish it!! it’s been sitting in my drafts finished for ages and i totally forgot to actually post it😭😭

“latte for online pickup!” you call out, setting the coffee on the pickup counter before hurrying back to the register to take the next order. your coworker had decided to take their break, driving off to get food, so you were left alone. it wasn’t the worst, but it definitely wasn’t the best either. you managed.

you make sure your ears were perked up (people often thought that when they weren’t you were upset. this wasn’t inherently true— sometimes you just wanted to rest them— but you felt no need to start anything) and smiled at the man next in line— a big fellow, but skinny, but bulky, wearing a long coat and sunglasses. you found yourself wondering why he wore sunglasses, but put it off as a personal choice.

“what can i get you?” you chirp, doing your best to keep an energetic persona up. the man glanced back and forth, and his lips parted, before he froze— the man behind him had clamped a massive, scarred hand down on his shoulder. you recognized the man as deku, the symbol of peace, number one hero. deku turned the man around, displaying incredible and possibly even scary strength.

“excuse me.” deku said, his expression somber. “but could you tell me what’s in your coat there?” you frowned, studying the man’s coat, and your heart dropped, ears pinned back. it was undeniably the outline of a handgun, and the man’s hand was undeniably moving towards said weapon.

the man raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

“get down!” deku shouted. if not for your quirk, allowing for incredible reaction time, you would’ve undoubtedly gotten shot. deku immediately twisted the man’s arms behind his back. the man thrashed about, trying to escape. the gun went off again as customers screamed and fled the scene and you stayed under the counter, trembling. it was loud, very loud. deku pressed the man against the edge of the counter.

“please stay still!” deku said loudly. “or i’ll have to use more force!”

“okay, okay!” the man screeched. “lemme go, dammit!”

deku only frowned, and he and the man left. you slowly come out from behind the counter, surveying the damage. a couple chairs were knocked over from the customers fleeing, but that was an easy fix. it was when you went around putting them back up, though, that you spotted the shattered light. the bullet must’ve hit it. you sighed and went to get a broom.

i’m glad everyone got out ok. you think as you sweep up the broken glass. your brow furrowed. my boss won’t be happy about this.

you were just about to call your boss when deku returned. you were pleasantly surprised by this; you weren’t expecting him to come back. regardless, his massive frame lumbered through the door with a worried expression. you immediately set the broom aside and turn to face him.

“thank you.” you bowed deeply. deku seemed startled.

“for what?”

“for saving the shop.”

“it’s nothing, really!” deku waved it off frantically. “i’m just doing my job is all.”

“really, i mean it.” you look up at him as he looked at the broken light fixture— he was tall.

“at least let me pay for that light the guy shot..” he offered, putting out his wallet and flicking through bills to find enough to pay it off, roughly.

“oh, i couldn’t!” you insist. “put it away, please, the insurance will cover it.”

“are you sure?” deku chewed his lip. you nod.

“listen,” you say, “what’s your favorite dessert?”

“um.. apple pie?” he blinks.

“alright. come in tomorrow.” you tell him. he seems baffled.

“okay.” he agrees, albeit still confused.

the next day, deku does indeed come in. you smile when you see him enter— just in time.

“it smells good,” deku commented, looking around for the source of the smell.

“that’s because i made you this!” you beam, setting a warm apple pie on the counter. “for you.”

“for me?” deku’s eyes widened in shock. “but… why?”

“because you saved the shop.” you smile. “and me.”

“i— i see.” deku looked at the pie. “… are you sure?”

“positive.” you nod. deku smiled at you. he had such a beautiful smile, full of light and hope.

“hey…” deku began, fidgeting slightly. “you wouldn’t want to maybe come over and eat this with me, would you?” your expression softens.

“i’d love to.”