#more than a day late to posting this T-T but we technically made it to day seven!

[exotic-inquiry]

Day seven: Swords

[be-my-sunrise]

The Masked Man || p.js

pairings: jason role-player!jisung x fem!reader

genre: smut, minor pls dni

wc: 3,551

warnings: phone sex, mutual masturbation, use of sex toy, choking, use of pet names and derogatory terms, reader had a dream about having sex with jisung. let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: this fic is a part of 1-800-SLASHER collab by @jenoslutie !! i apologize for being late, i was supposed to post this on halloween but it took me longer than i thought. also, i really tried writing the "scary" part but turns out i suck at it and i feel like the ending is ASS omg😭 happy late halloween!<3 enjoy~

“Hold up.. Phone sex with who now?”

“With Ghostface! The other day, I got so bored and came across this website called 1-800-SLASHERS. So, these people role-play as slashers, like Michael Myers and Ghostface, and we can have phone sex with them!”

You furrow your brows in confusion upon hearing your best friend, Giselle's, story. Staring at her face in disbelief through the video call on your laptop.

“And you paid them for that?”

“Well, duhh, obviously.” Giselle rolls her eyes at your question. “You should try it, too, you know.”

“No way, it’s so ridiculous! The idea itself is just crazy, like.. why would I want to do that?”

Honestly, you can’t even begin to think why would people want to pay a random person to role-play as a scary character and have phone sex with them. You feel like it’s just a waste of money, and the idea of having phone sex with a complete stranger is just weird to you.

“I’m just saying, don’t judge until you actually try it yourself. Plus, I remember you once said, and I quote, “I would definitely bang Jason Voorhees.” 

Giselle grins widely and wiggles her eyebrows teasingly at you. You groaned, face-palming yourself at the memory. “Oh my God, that was the one time we played ‘fuck, marry, kill'! Technically, I have to choose one of them.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Deflect all you want, girl, but the heavy emphasis on ‘definitely’ says a lot.” 

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

“Aww thanks, I try to.”

You glance at the time and realize that it’s getting late, remembering the unfinished assignment that is due tomorrow morning. You quickly bid your goodbyes to Giselle and hang up the call. Thankfully, you were almost done with the assignment when you suddenly received a call from your friend.

The next morning in class, your mind starts to wander from whatever topic the professor is currently talking about, thinking about plans to do during the weekend. It was Friday after all. In fact, it happens to be Friday the 13th, which made you recall the conversation with Giselle last night. You still don't understand the excitement behind it. Not that you're against it though, it's just not exactly a thing that you would do. But, the more you think about it, the more curious you get. 

The day goes by like a blur. After dinner, you sit on the couch, switching between TV channels to find anything to watch. You were about to switch to Netflix, but you stopped when your eyes caught the title of the movie. Friday the 13th. 

"Of course they have this playing right now," you scoff. 

Not knowing what else to watch, you decide to watch the movie anyway. Even though your eyes are glued to the screen, your mind wanders elsewhere. "What was that website again? 1-800-SLASHERS?" You thought to yourself. Despite what you kept saying, you just can't seem to get your mind off of it.

You unlock your phone and open the browser app, quickly typing out the website URL before pressing enter. The first thing you see after the page is loaded is the name 1-800-SLASHERS in big bloody letters. 

Just right below the name of the website, you find a list of the character names along with photos of the role-players in their sexy costumes. Well, it's not exactly costumes because all of them are almost naked while also wearing the scary masks. As you scroll through the list, you finally find the one character you're most interested in. You tap the photo to take a good look at the guy wearing a Jason mask, eyebrows raising when you realize that he's shirtless. 

He's sitting on a chair in a very laid-back position, knees wide apart, and his head slightly tilted to the side. His hands rested on top of his thighs with one hand holding a sharp knife. The photo was taken in dim lighting, but you can still clearly see his toned figure. You zoomed in on his body, eyes trailing down from his broad shoulders to his abs. His gray sweatpants hang low on his hips, giving you a peek of his v-line. When you look further down, your eyes widened in surprise seeing his cock print, almost choking on your spit. You bite down on your bottom lip at the sight, wishing he pulled it out instead of hiding it under his pants.

You quickly make an account and manage the payment settings. When it's all set up, you go back to the list page. A tab pops up when you tap his profile, showing you a call and video call button. You can't believe that you're actually considering this. But, after seeing a visual of the role-player, you can't stop yourself even if you want to. You hesitated a bit, not wanting to show your face.

"Maybe a call would be better for now."

Suddenly feeling nervous, you stare at the phone screen as you wait for the call to connect. Then the ringing stops and you move the phone closer to your mouth, clearing your throat before talking.

"Hello?"

"Hey there." Your breath hitches in your throat hearing a deep voice through the speaker.

"Hi, uhh.. what's up?"

There was a short silence followed by a low chuckle from the guy at the receiving end of the call.

"Oh, I'm doing good. You?"

"Me too."

You let out a nervous laugh, lowkey cringing at yourself. It's not like you haven't done this before, you've had phone sex with your ex-boyfriend a couple of times in your last relationship. But that was almost two years ago, so you can't help but feel weird and nervous.

"What's your name, doll?"

"You can call me y/n."

"Y/N. Such a pretty name for a beautiful girl like you."

"Oh, umm thank you. So.. should we get started?" You ask him, and he chuckles before answering. 

"Yeah, sure. Tell me what you're wearing right now."

"I'm wearing a tank top and shorts."

"Take off your shorts, doll."

You mumbled okay and set your phone down before hooking your thumbs on the waistband, slightly lifting your hips to take off your shorts along with your panties. Even though you're still nervous, you can feel yourself slowly relaxing, thanks to his voice. His deep voice sounds so calming, yet so sexy at the same time. Your mind goes back to the photo you saw before the call, pressing your thighs together at the thought of him. You imagine him sitting on the same chair, one hand around his cock, slowly pumping himself as he talks with you.

"I took off my shorts, and my panties too."

He hums in satisfaction, "Mmm you're such a good girl for me, taking off your panties before I told you to. Now, touch yourself where you want me most."

You move your hand towards your core, collecting the wetness on your fingers before pressing it against your clit. A small moan falls from your lips as you rub circles on the sensitive bud.

"Is my pretty doll touching herself?"

"Yes," you paused. "I wish it was your fingers instead of mine."

"Yeah? Tell me more, doll. What do you want me to do?"

You rub your clit faster, letting out a breathy moan as you put in more pressure. "Wish you were here too, I want to feel your fingers inside me."

He snickers, "Oh, baby, my fingers won't be the only thing you're getting if I'm there with you."

Closing your eyes, you slip two fingers into your core. You moan out loudly from the stretch, imagining it was his cock. 

"Bet you look so pretty around my cock. All fucked out, moaning and begging me to fuck you harder." 

Suddenly you hear a glass shattering, making your eyes fly open in shock. You look around to find the source of the noise, only to realize that it was coming from the TV. You see Jason punching through a small glass window to choke one of the female characters. You bite your lip and start pumping your fingers faster, making you whimper.

"Fuck, I need you so bad. I want you to choke me while you're fucking me senseless."

He lets out a groan in response, tightening the grip around his cock as he strokes faster. His heavy breaths can be heard through the speaker, making your eyes flutter close at the sound of his noises.

"My pretty doll likes it when I choke her, hm?"

"Fuck, yes. I want you to choke me until I pass out."

"My, my.. what a naughty doll you are," he chuckles. 

You feel a familiar knot in your stomach, muscles tense as you're reaching your climax. You put the phone down next to you, using your now free hand to rub circles on your clit, gasping from the added stimulation.

"Shit, I'm so close."

"Me too. Cum for me, doll. I wanna hear your pretty moans."

Your jaw goes slack from the orgasm, moaning loudly as you rock your hips to ride out your high. He mutters profanities under his breath hearing you moan. You can hear him panting, breath hitching in his throat as he also rides out his high.

"Hey, umm thank you for this. I think I'm gonna end the call now." You say, suddenly feeling awkward.

"Yeah, no problem. Hope I can see you next time, doll."

You press the end call button and get up to grab tissues to wipe your hands. After that, you turn off the TV and head to the bathroom to clean yourself.

***

A few days passed after the phone sex and you can't seem to get your mind off him. All you can think about is doing inappropriate things with him. Riding his cock until your legs go numb, leaving claw marks on his chest, and the list goes on. Oh, and his voice. Gosh.. his voice was sexy as fuck. You want him to whisper praises in your ear as he rails you.

You moan into the pillow, hands gripping the sheets. The guy behind you thrusts his hips roughly, burying his cock deep inside you.

"Fuck, feels so good." You say, voice slightly muffled.

"I can't hear you clearly with your face against the pillow, doll."

Your heart beats faster hearing the familiar voice and the pet name he used. He suddenly flips your body so you're lying on your back, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders. Your eyes widened in shock seeing the masked man before you. Even though his face is covered with a Jason mask, you still recognize his deep voice.

He leans his body closer, pressing your thighs and chest together in the process. He rests his hand next to your head and wraps the other one around your neck, blocking your airflow. Your eyes flutter close, moaning loudly as he continues to fuck you. 

"Ah, ah, ah. Eyes on me, doll. I wanna see your eyes get glazed over."

He mutters good girl under his breath when you open your eyes. Your mouth hangs open as you feel his grip around your throat get tighter with each thrust. He tilts his head to the side and chuckles.

"What's wrong, doll? You want this, don't you? You begged me to choke you while I fuck you dumb." 

Panic starts to fill your chest, but all you can think about is how good his cock is making you feel. You weakly claw at his hand, trying to pry it away and he just laughs at you mockingly. You start to feel dizzy, eyelids getting heavier as your vision darkens from the lack of air.

You suddenly open your eyes and your body jolts up in shock, hand clutching your neck as you gasp for air. You look around frantically only to find yourself in the dark. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you start to calm down realizing that you're inside your bedroom. You had fallen asleep while watching a video on your laptop. It's now dark outside and only the soft glow from the moon is illuminating your room. You get off the bed and carefully walk across the room to turn on the lights, making you squint from the brightness. Then, you go to the bathroom to splash your face with cold water. After you're done, you stare at your reflection in the mirror.

"Wait.. did I just have a wet dream about that Jason role-player?" 

The wetness between your legs confirms your thought, making you blush as the realization hits. You touch your neck remembering the way he choked you in your dream and how good he made you feel. The thought of his cock filling you up nicely makes you press your thighs together. 

You go back to your room and reach for the laptop in your bed, quickly typing the website name in the search bar. You strip your clothes off, leaving your bra and panties on, which thankfully is a matching set. When the page loads, you scroll down to look for the guy who role-plays as Jason. Once you find his profile, you adjust the pillow and your sitting position so now your back is comfortably resting against the headboard. You open the nightstand drawer next to you and reach for the vibrator and a dildo before setting it aside. 

After turning on the webcam and clicking the video call button, you set your laptop down in front of you, making sure your body is seen on the camera. The line suddenly stops ringing and then you see him. He's shirtless, just like in the profile photo, only wearing gray sweatpants with the mask. You didn't even realize that you were staring until he snapped you from your daze.

"Hello? Hey, you okay?"

"Hm? Oh, sorry, I was too busy admiring the view."

He let out a small laugh, "I can say the same to you too."

"I'm not sure if you remember, but I called you here the other day. I'm y/n."

"Ah, yes, my pretty doll. Glad I can finally see you."

"You know, I can't get my mind off of you. I even had a dream about you." You bite your lip, debating whether to tell him about the dream you just had or not, but then you decide to just go for it. 

"We were having sex and then you choked me. I couldn't breathe, but all I cared about was how good your cock felt."

"Is that so? Take off your panties, doll. Show me how good I made you feel."

He hums in satisfaction at the sight of your soaked panties, palming himself through the pants while he waits for you to take off your panties. Once you take it off, you spread your legs wide and adjust the webcam so he can get a nice view of your glistening pussy, but can still see your face as well.

"Fuck, baby. Even your pussy looks so pretty."

You start rubbing your clit in small circles, moaning from even the slightest stimulation. You throw your head back as you pick up the pace, the pleasure making you dizzy. His cock twitches in his pants, clearly enjoying the show you're giving him. He pulls out his hardening cock, letting out a breathy moan as he slowly strokes his length. The noises he makes catch your attention. You were so horny you forgot that you're still in a video call. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of his cock. It's even better than you imagined. His cock is long and thick, you can feel your mouth watering.

"I need you so bad," you whimper.

"Yeah? You want me to fill you up nicely with my cock?"

"Fuck, yes please. I want you to stuff me full with your cock."

You grab the vibrator next to you, turning it on before pressing it against your clit. You moan loudly from the sensation, mouth itching to scream out his name. But then you realize you don't know his name.

"Tell me your name, please?"

"Sorry, doll. I can't tell you that."

"Please? I want to scream out your name," you beg. 

"I can't–"

"Tell me your name, please! I'll pay you!" You cry out from frustration. You're so close and you have been holding back, wanting to scream his name as you cum. "Please, I'll Venmo you right now, just tell me your username."

He grew silent for a moment, considering your offer. He feels bad about using you, but he knows you're too horny to think twice before paying him just to know his name and the extra money would be nice. It's actually against the policies, but at this point, he's also too turned on to care.

"Jspark."

Once he says his username, you quickly grab your phone and send him the money. He glances at his phone when he gets the notification, smirking as he sees the amount of money he received.

"Oh my pretty doll, I didn't know you're such a pathetic slut. You're so horny you didn't even think before throwing your money at me just to know my name so you can get off." He laughs at you mockingly before telling you his name, "I'm Jisung. Go ahead and scream my name, doll"

"Jisung!" 

You scream his name as you finally let go, back arching against the bed from the pleasure. You moan loudly as you ride out your high. He pumps his length faster, chest heaving up and down. You reach for the dildo and rub the tip against your slit. 

“I would love to see that in your mouth, doll. Get it all nice and wet for me?”

You close your lips around the tip, grimacing at the taste of your arousal. You lean closer to the camera before pushing the dildo into your mouth. You look straight into the camera as you bob your head up and down, cheeks hollowing as you suck the toy. Jisung can feel his cock throb in need, wishing it was his cock in your mouth. He imagined you kneeling in front of him, wrapping your pretty lips around his cock as you look up at him innocently through your lashes. The idea of you deep-throating his cock pushes him to the edge. Eyes close while his jaw goes slack. His abdomen tensed as he dumps his load on his stomach. Jisung let out a breathy laugh when he realized that you had turned the vibrator on again, pressing it against your clit while you suck the toy. 

“Look what you do to me, doll. I came once and I’m still hard as fuck.” He says while pumping his cock. You remove the toy from your mouth and suck in deep breaths. The way you look at him innocently with tears in your eyes and swollen lips, Jisung swears he could cum again right then and there.

“I got this all nice and wet for you, Jisung.” 

“Good girl. Now, put that in your pussy and keep the vibrator on your clit.”

Slowly, you push the dildo into your core. A broken moan falls from your lips as the toy stretches you out. The slight discomfort from the stretch feels so delicious that you don't even wait for yourself to adjust.

"Fuck, I wish this was your cock instead." You flick your wrist faster, the angle making you brush against your sweet spot. 

"Poor baby, is it not big enough for you? You still need my cock to stretch you out, hm?"

Overwhelmed by the double stimulation, you can only babble nonsense in response. Your thighs tremble from the pleasure as you move your hips to meet the dildo halfway, pushing the toy deeper. You pick up the pace when you feel the familiar knot in your stomach once again.

"I'm so close." 

"I don't think you deserve to cum, doll."

"Please, Jisung, I can't hold it anymore!" 

Jisung throws his head back as he grips his cock while fondling his balls using the other hand. His cock twitching in his hand, signaling that he is also reaching his climax. 

"Beg me."

"Jisungie~ please?"

His head felt like spinning. The noises you make and the way you whine his name drives him crazy.

"Fuck, y/n. I love it when you say my name. Go ahead, baby. Cum for me."

You let out a long moan, legs shaking from the intense climax. Jisung's breath hitches in his throat, panting as he cums as well. For a moment, only heavy breathing and a soft buzzing noise can be heard while both of you catch your breath. You pull out the dildo and turn the vibrator off.

"Thank you, Jisungie. That was great." You give him a weak smile. 

"Likewise, doll. I haven't cummed that hard lately," he chuckles.

"Well, I think I'm gonna go now. Maybe I'll see you again next time."

"I'm counting on it."

You end the call and close your laptop. You slip under the comforter and decide to clean up in the morning. You drift off to sleep, hoping that you would dream about Jisung again.

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Prescription with a side of Rest [part 3]

Guys...

It's been forever but I promised myself I was going to post something today [ then I proceeded to have the busiest day ever but we move...]

It's very much not as long as I wanted but it become a sort of filler thing - I swear the next segment will actually have proper content😭 like I ended it here so that the next piece will be done properly...

[Part one] [Part two]

t/w: There is an attempt at a smut scene - its very brief because I started writing and then left, and when I returned I was no longer comfortable with it... so its very short and rushed but its there😅 I'll mark it with a *

other than that, please forgive my errors and how much of a mess this is...

Sickie: Jimin [and Tae technically]

Snz-based

jhope/suga/Jimin m/m relationship [AU]

Word count: 3476

“Do you think he’ll be awake?” Yoongi shrugged in response as he pulled into the parking area. “He hasn’t answered, besides the message via his roommate.”

“Hobi, I am sure he’s fine. And if he is asleep then you can just hang around. It’s not that complicated.” He put the car in idle, helping to gather some of the supplies that they had quickly bought before Yoongi’s boss had called him. He was more than a bit annoyed that he had to go to the company to fix whatever mistake some intern had made with his files, but it couldn’t be avoided. He would have to see Jimin a bit later. “If he is awake before I manage to get back –“

“I’ll explain your work problem, hyung.” Hoseok pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Hopefully he is feeling better than before. Are you sure you can’t come up just for a few minutes?”

“I-“ as if sensing the questioning, Yoongi’s phone lit up with an incoming call from one of the other producers he was working with.

“Never mind.” Hoseok smiled softly. “Put that on speaker if you drive, and text me when you’re done or if you’ll be out late. I’ll update you on Jimin as soon as possible.”

Their lips met once more, this time deeper and lingering, before Hoseok was hopping out of the car with the groceries and his duffel bag. Yoongi sighed heavily before answering the call on the last ring, his mood plummeting at the panicked exhaustion present in his colleagues voice.

This day was going to be nothing like the relaxation and cuddling that he had planned.

...

The door opened before Hoseok could even knock, showing a young well-built man with messy black hair and an assortment of piercings dangling from his ears. He looked just as surprised to see Hoseok as he was to see him, with a backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Hi, you’re Jimin’s boyfriend.” He blinked. “You look a lot taller than what your photos made it seem like.”

Well then.

“You must be Jungkook-ssi.” Hoseok smiled politely. “I’m Jung Hoseok. Jimin informed me that you were a brat, but I’m going to take that observation as a compliment and not a diss to mine or my boyfriends’ photography skills.”

The man -Jungkook- let out an awkward chuckle as his cheeks reddened. Despite his height and build, Hoseok could see how young he was with how he held himself – with not quite the right amount of certainty.

“I thought you were still on holiday?” Jungkook shuffled, his one hand fiddling with the string of his hoodie. “I’m sure hyung will be happy that you’re back though.”

“Is he here?” Hoseok looked past Jungkook’s shoulder, deeper into the apartment. But his view was limited to the doorway and a passage that if he remembered correctly, lead to the bedrooms.

“Uhm… yes. I think he’s watching something with Tae-hyung in his room, or they might be asleep. Tae already managed to catch whatever Jiminie-hyung has, so he’s kind of dragged him into his sick-day routines.” Jungkook stepped aside to provide space for Hoseok to step in, closing the door again and taking off his shoes alongside the elder. It was clear that whatever plans Jungkook must have had would be put on hold by Hoseok’s sudden appearance. “I can show you where they are if you want?”

“Could I perhaps be shown to the kitchen first?” He had dropped his duffel bag next to his shoes and held up the goods that Yoongi and he had bought. “I got some food that needs to be packed away and some more medicine – we went a bit overboard, so there should be enough for all of you if you happen to start feeling sick as well.”

Jungkook hummed thoughtfully, already reaching to help carry some of the packets and murmuring a string of thank you’s.

Those ‘thank yous’ quickly turning into dramatic praises and ego boosts towards ‘Jimin’s heavenly Sugar daddies’ when he saw that they had bought “expensive” medicine. Hoseok was starting to get concerned on what medicine and lifestyle that the three roommates must be used to if this was the response to seeing Yoongi’s go-to over-the-counter medicine, especially since he was fairly sure Jimin had mentioned a track record of mental illness and disorders amongst his small friend group. Hoseok was certain that Jimin had mentioned those – and those needed proper care. Maybe he should start dropping off meals for them, if not for their own health benefits then at least for his peace of mind.

The apartment was quite neat – not a trait that Hoseok usually associated with his boyfriend, so it had to be one of the other two that kept it all in order and from how Jungkook was eagerly packing away the groceries that he emptied out onto the kitchen counter, Hoseok had a feeling that he was the cleaning culprit.

“If I had known how quickly this cold would spread amongst you, I would have brought you some vitamins.” Hoseok said kindly, but his words only seemed to make Jungkook laugh.

The younger paused to look at the seriousness on Hoseok’s face and then broke out into softer giggles. “I’m going to get sick anyway. Vitamins don’t prevent colds, especially when you have immune systems as bad as hyung’s and I.” He gave a genuine smile that seemed more welcoming than before. “But thank you for the thought. Let’s go check Tae’s room. I need to go study soon, but I’d feel bad to just leave you here in our home without anyone to talk to.”

He felt a bit a guilty at inconveniencing the younger man, but he seemed more than happy to lead Hoseok towards the bedrooms once everything was packed away. Jungkook knocked three times on a door with patchy paint-fingerprints on the handle – evenly paced – before he opened it and peeked inside.

“Hyung? … Are one of you awake?”

A low moan was the only acknowledgment he got. The room was dark from what Hoseok could see into it, and he quietly murmured not to wake anyone if they were in fact asleep. Jungkook seemed to abide only by lowering his voice.

“Taetae, is hyung asleep?”

Another moan – this one a little more whiney than before, then Taehyung answered with sleep clinging to every word. “Mmm. ‘thought you were gonna study.”

“I am. But I just wanted you to know that Hoseok-ssi is here.”

Jungkook opened the door a little wider, letting a trinkle of daylight from their apartment to flood the dark cave that the 95’er’s had burrowed in. Hoseok gave a small wave as Taehyung struggled to prop himself upright in his bed before brushing his wild hair out of his face, squinting tiredly at the doorway. He was closest to the entrance, covering Jimin’s face from being disturbed from most of the light, but Hoseok could still make out the familiar blond hair – albeit messier than he'd ever seen it, but his chest warmed at having his boyfriend close to him again. It had been way too long since they’d last seen each other.

“Hi Taehyung-ssi.” He greeted, glancing at Jungkook as he stepped closer. The younger almost looked to be guarding the door with how he still blocked most of the space. “Jungkook-ssi told me that you weren’t feeling well either, sorry for disturbing your rest.”

“Tha’s okay hyung, I was awake…” Tae yawned, belatedly raising a hand to his mouth. “Minnie is still asleep, but you can stay if you want. He’ll pro’ably wake up soon.”

 Hoseok wasn’t too convinced on Taehyung being awake or that Jimin would wake up soon, but he thanked them for letting him stay and promised not to disturb anyone while he waited. Jungkook reassured him that it really wasn’t a problem when they returned back to the main segment of the apartment. Actually encouraged a bit of noise , teasing his hyung’s about messing up their sleeping patterns worse than ever before, and then dipped out to go study after writing down his number in case Hoseok needed anything.

Alone. Hoseok could vaguely hear Taehyung shuffling in his room, and the sound of a shower joining that of the numerous quirky fountains that decorated the apartment, but other than that the space remained silent. He sent a quick update to Yoongi and then decided to get started on a meal. There hadn’t looked like much in the fridge earlier and it would be better if they had something to eat before taking any medicine later. Maybe even some pre-made meals just enough for the next few days. Anything to keep him occupied enough not to retreat back down the hall to where Jimin slept.

**

*Hands traced down his sides, gently caressing at the sensitive skin at his waist before a wet warmth latched onto his chest. Jimin’s breath hitched at the bruising being kissed into him and let out a low moan as Yoongi’s mouth [because it had to be his] found its way to one of his nipples, taking his time to play before moving to the next.

Jimin could barely move from beneath the producer, trapped in warmth and his own pleasure that was quickly building, but he tried his best to arch into Yoongi’s embrace. A soft chuckle had Yoongi breaking from his actions and Jimin let out a mortifyingly petulant whine. The bed dipped next to them and through a heavy gaze Jimin watched Hoseok lean in and kiss Yoongi tenderly, deepening it for a moment before pulling back just enough to give a teasing grin.

He had been so close. Honestly, he had never been one to finish quickly until he’d met Yoongi and Hoseok. Somehow they just kind of knew all of his buttons, better than himself.

“Does this feel nice, baby?” Hoseok let his hand trail lower, letting his fingers dance along the exposed skin of Jimin’s dick before grasping it. Jimin had to bite back his moan, especially once he felt the icy cold drops of lube joining. “Do we make you feel good?”

Jimin nodded, throwing his arms up over his face he mumbled low words of agreement. His voice breaking into  soft moans as he felt Yoongi’s tongue back on him.

They seemed to be taking their time, teasing him with small actions that had his mind and body reeling. It was only when Yoongi sunk lower that Jimin couldn’t take it anymore. He was so close he could feel it. He wanted to cum so badly but everything that they did, felt better than the last and he just wanted more. So much more.

He choked out a moan much louder and surprised than any previously when Hoseok pushed his legs up and he could feel Yoongi’s tongue go where it never had before. Licking a large strip before lapping and sucking. Jimin didn’t know what to do with himself other than try to push into the sensation. His legs were shaking and his breath quick with sharp, breathy whines that Hoseok kept swallowing with kisses. It was when he felt Yoongi work in his finger that Jimin cried out. His one hand gripped at Yoongi’s hair while the other clung to Hoseok for support, his entire body shaking as Yoongi continued to eat him out.

“There! Right the-there! Oh my god!” Jimin whimpered. “Oh my-oh yes! Mmmhm, fuck!”

 He felt Yoongi suck just as he pressed and rubbed repeatedly over the bundle of nerves inside of him, not giving Jimin a chance to adjust before he completely whited out.*

**

“Min?”

Jimin shot upright, his head immediately crying out with pain. He was in bed in his room. Alone, except for Taehyung who was peeping through the doorway looking as equally drained.

“You okay? You looked like you were having some type of fever dream or something. You’re covered in sweat…”

“Um..” He cleared his throat – unhelpfully - and ran a hand across his brow, trying to calm his breathing. It had been a dream. Of course it had been. In which his best friend had walked in on him, in the midst of a wet dream. How mortifying. “Fine. ‘m fine, just.. a bit warm.”

His words didn’t ease any concern on Taehyung’s face, but his friend decided it was best not to press too hard on the matter. Jimin would tell him if he really wasn’t feeling well. “Maybe you should go take a shower and wash off that sweat. There is some food waiting for you in the kitchen, so make sure to come eat.”

“Did you order in?”

“No, Hoseok-hyung stopped by this morning with a whole bunch of medicine and food. He made something for us while we were asleep so-“

“Hoseok - sorry – Hoseok was here?” Jimin almost bolted to his feet before he remembered that while his dream hadn’t been real, the unfortunate wetness in his boxers was, and while Taehyung had seen him in a lot of compromising situations the man wasn’t the biggest fan of certain ‘messes’. “He is supposed to be in Daegu with Yoongi, what… why was he here?”

Taehyung shrugged, coughing into his fist. “Kookie let him in. We’ve been building a puzzle for the last two or so hours, but I thought I heard you make a noise. So I just wanted to see if you were awake yet.”

“Wait,” Jimin breathed deeply, finally his heart was slipping into a less erratic speed, but his face still burned. “Is he still here?”

He tried to swallow his whine when Tae nodded. It would have been nice to be woken up at the surprise arrival of one of his partners, but he couldn’t exactly fault his friends for not disturbing him when he had spent the better half of the last two days whining about his lack of sleep.

“Just -yeah. I’ll be out in a bit.”

“Go shower, Min.” Tae smiled tiredly. “He’s in the middle of creating an autumn forest scene with me. He can be occupied for a few more minutes while you freshen up.”

Hoseok was buried in a deep concentration, lip bitten between his teeth as he tried to find the placement of one frustratingly difficult piece that he was determined not to hand off to Taehyung -who was remarkably good at puzzles it seemed – when he felt a warm, slightly damp body press into his back. Soft sniffling muffled into his neck and a tender embrace that spread around his chest, so familiarly Jimin that he immediately melted back into the youngers arms.

“You’re awake.” He grinned, twisting to see his boyfriend. His hair was dripping, and his old high school dance t-shirt clung to sections of his skin where he hadn’t dried off properly. There was a flush to Jimin’s cheeks, but it could easily be because of his recent shower and despite the evident eyebags and rosy nose, Jimin was smiling widely and glowing with happiness. “How are you feeling? Any better than yesterday?”

“I-Yeah, a bit I guess. How are you here?” He got comfortable on the floor next Hoseok, adjusting so that their thighs pressed close together. He shifted and his fingers picked at each other as if missing the sleeves or rings that he would usually fidget with. “You were supposed to still be with hyung’s parents.”

“Mm..” he hummed, finally giving up his puzzle piece to Taehyung, who merely gave a small smile while his eyes shifted between the two, finally settling back on his puzzle silently. Hoseok leant back against the couch and just stared for a moment.

Jimin’s voice was deeper than he’d ever heard it and quiet, just above a whisper. Hoseok could only assume that the poor dancer was about to lose his voice entirely.

 Almost on impulse, he reached out and grasped one of Jimin’s hands, lacing their fingers and pulling it into his lap. “I suppose there was something missing while we were travelling. So we decided to come back. The Min’s understand. Yoongi’s mother practically packed us up to go when we said that we wanted to check up on you. She’d actually been hoping to meet you this trip around, but since she couldn’t she asked me to tell you to feel better and to have a great final exam. We left early this morning to drop everything off and go shopping before coming here. Yoongi wanted to be here when you woke up as well, but he was called into work last minute. Something about some songs being deleted that need to be restored urgently. He’s quite bitter about it.”

“Oh…” Jimin rubbed his nose sheepishly with his free hand and Hoseok squeezed the one in his grasp. “I didn’t know she wanted to meet me, maybe we can… heh’….H’ngxt’ah… He’ekshh… ugh…” His cheeks flushed as he tried to subtly sniff away any lingering tickle. “Sorry, maybe we can visit closer to the holidays?”

Hoseok hummed, forcing himself not to coo at the way Jimin’s entire body had shivered out the sneezes. “Bless you. I’m sure they’d love that. We can figure out a route to visit all of our families just like we did this time.”

Before Jimin could respond, he twisted away to bury his face into his arm, sneezing twice more before coughing harshly and blindly fighting to release Hoseok’s hand. Letting go was unwanted but he complied, then reached for a few tissues out of the box Taehyung had been hoarding to hover near Jimin’s hands as he moved to sneeze into them now – his arm not able to catch the entire misted spray with how close they sat.

Hoseok couldn’t bring himself to look away, moving closer to lay a steady hand on Jimin’s back as the fit finally ended and he was able to shyly take the tissues from his boyfriend, his face ablaze with embarrassment as he blew his nose as quietly as possible given the poor circumstances. If he hadn’t been feeling so unwell he probably would have noticed the growing pink dusting Hoseok’s cheeks as well.

“Gross. That didn’t sound great.” Taehyung pouted just enough to be both concerned and teasing. “You should eat something. Hyung made some great jook. It’ll help your throat at least for a bit.”

“And you can take some medicine afterwards.” Hoseok added warmly. “And I will dry this hair for you.”

As embarrassed as he was, Jimin let Hoseok drag him to his feet to be led to the kitchen.  The dancer hadn’t even been bothered at instinctively trading the used tissues from Jimin with fresh ones. Although Jimin had sputtered enough about spreading germs that Hoseok promised to wash his hands immediately if Jimin at least didn’t fight him on eating.

They left Taehyung to his puzzle – Hoseok tried not to feel petty about the fact that the younger man had already found the place for the piece that Hoseok had handed him – and drifted to the kitchen where he got to work on washing his hands and reheating some food while Jimin sifted through the medicine boxes laid out on the counter.

“You didn’t need to get all of these.” Jimin smiled almost fondly at the boxes before switching his gaze to his boyfriend. “I’ll be fine in a few days.”

“Or worse. Plus you have your exam soon, I don’t want you trying to push yourself through that while you’re still sick.” Hoseok  set down a glass of water on the table beside the medicine and rested a hand momentarily on Jimin’s lower back. “Hyung and I just want you to feel better and we didn’t know your preferences so… You’ll just have to deal with the overcompensation.”

With a sigh that was not anything but pleased, Jimin opened a few boxes to take what he wanted. “Well it won’t go to waste. Kook is probably going to be down with this in the next couple days, if not sooner, and Tae has clearly already been here. So the overcompensation is appreciated, even it does make me feel a little guilty.”

“You have nothing to feel guilty about.” Hoseok pressed a quick kiss to his boyfriends temple. “Now you’re going to eat, take that medicine and then we’re going to go cuddle somewhere. Because I have been deprived, Yoongi kept trying to do work and neglected me these past few weeks.” He pouted heavily enough to bring a small giggle out of Jimin.

“I guess I’ll have to fix that and scold him later.” Jimin leant into Hoseok’s warmth and wondered how he had even coped with being away from his partners. Just five minutes in his hyung’s presence already had him feeling better than he had in days.

[mosylufanfic]

A Long Way to Sunrise

I started writing this before Christmas, hoping to post it for the holiday. Then I was hoping to post it for New Year’s Eve. I will now pause for your knowing laughter.

Okay, now that we all have that out of our systems, I made up most of the holiday traditions and superstitions in this story, or plucked them out of whatever dusty store room my brain stashed them in when I read them ages ago. The exception is the food that Bix makes, which are dishes I chose because Adria Arjona was born in Puerto Rico. 

A Long Way to Sunrise

They'd spent the day making the house ready for the new year, cleaning it top to bottom. After they'd finished, Bix had fallen asleep mid-afternoon, which was also traditional. 

When she woke, it was well after dark. She sat up, pushing the heels of her hands into her eyes, and muttered, "Bluuuuugh," into her wrists. She had the kind of headache you got from falling asleep at a strange hour and sleeping more than a nap's worth. 

The house was cold and quiet, and she shivered against it for a moment, annoyed. This was wrong, all of it. Just wrong.

On Ferrix, Life Day and the new year were midsummer holidays. Oh, of course the technical end of the year, by the Imperial calendar, was a month and a half later. But everyone on Ferrix knew the year really ended and began a week after Life Day, with Last Night and First Morn. 

And the week in between, when the salvage yard and most businesses were closed, was when everyone celebrated, the sun pouring cheerfully down on them as they cooked holiday food, took gifts around the town, and held parties in the streets. 

But Gangi Moon was almost perfectly opposite, as far as seasons went. They'd come away from Ferrix  in a late-blooming and chill spring, and landed here in the middle of fall, already turning back to cold and dark. 

To Bix, it just felt as if she was stuck in the middle of a winter that would never end. 

"Stop that," she said aloud, and forced herself up out of bed. 

She dug her fingers into her scalp and massaged until the tension eased, then undoing the tie at the end of her braid and combing her fingers through it until her hair spilled loose over her shoulders. She shook it out, considered her reflection in the night-dark window, and smoothed down as much of the frizzies as she could. 

Then she undid the ties of her quilted jacket and the shirt underneath it, and the drawstrings of her pants, letting everything dangle loose so as not to stay tied to anything from the old year. 

She'd never trucked with such superstitions before. She was Bix Caleen and she controlled her own destiny. But now, humbled and sobered in more ways than one, Bix felt the need of all the luck she could get. 

With all her clothing loose like this, the chill got to her, so she pulled her blanket off her bed and wrapped it around herself. She peeked over in the other room at Brasso's bed, but it was empty. Maybe he'd gone out to get something. 

She got herself some pernil from the chiller box, noting that it was close to gone, and packed the savory shredded meat into one of the sweet dinner rolls they'd made the night before Life Day. Brasso's recipe, passed from his mum and his nan, his family's Life Day tradition. 

After she'd eaten her makeshift sandwich, he still wasn't back. Frowning, she assembled another one with the last of the pernil. "Bee?" she called out.

After a moment, she heard the little droid’s servos shifting and his wheels rolling slightly - his version of a sleepy query.

She went into the hall where they'd put the charger they'd managed to find. "Hey, Bee," she said, crouching down. "How's your charge?"

"Eight-t-t-ty percent."

She frowned. He'd taken to spending longer and longer on his charger lately, with a far slower charging time. "We need to get you a better charger."

"This is f-fine."

"It could be better," she said. "Where's Brasso gone to?"

"Outs-s-s-ide. In the b-back." They had a patch of back, not even big enough to be dignified with the term yard.

"All this time?" She opened the back door and found him sitting on the small, square step. 

Something about the slump of his shoulders made her go out to him. "Brass? What are you doing out here? It's cold as balls."

"Just thinking," he said, with a slur at the edge of his words.

He had a bottle of something set down by his feet. She frowned at it. "Are you drunk?"

Brasso would have a drink at the pub or with friends, but she'd never seen him drunk, or even heard of it. She'd always figured it was because of his dad.

"Lil' bit," he sighed. "Just a lil' bit."

She handed him the sandwich and the last roll. "Here. Soak up some of that in your belly."

He took it. "Is this the last of it?"

"Yup. Best to get everything eaten before First Morn." She leaned up against the house and wrapped her blanket tighter around herself. "Thinking about Jezzi's message?"

"Don't know what's worse. That we're not home or that they can't celebrate proper." He was still holding the sandwich, picking at the crumbs flaking off the edge of the bread.

She kicked her heel uncertainly against the house. Usually it was her down in the dumps, and Brass trying to cheer her up. What would he say if she came up with this? "It was still Life Day, a week ago," she offered. "And tonight's still Last Night."

"No private gatherings of unrelated persons," he said gloomily. "No leaving your house after curfew. No sound above a certain decibel level. Permits for any community gatherings."

Translated, that meant no parties, lasting far into the night and inviting everyone on the street and half the town besides. No open-house day at the cramped row flats where Brasso had lived for years, where everyone threw open their doors and wandered from flat to flat, laughing and eating and drinking. 

"No concert," he said. "Think of that, Bixy. No concert at the school."

Oh, now, that was taking it too far. "Nobody goes to that concert if they don't have to. It's completely dire."

He battled for a moment, then admitted, "Well, yeah, it's bad, but it's nice to know it's there all the same. I sang in that concert thirteen years, and you did too."

"Yeah," she sighed. You smirked at your friends and neighbors who had to turn up to that concert because their kids were singing, knowing that someday it'd be your turn to sit through it for some kid you loved. 

He shook his head. "Isn't right," he said. "It's not the way things should be."

She couldn't say anything to that. Knowing she wasn't going to be home for Life Day, or for Last Night, had dumped her in the swamps for most of the month. She'd dragged herself to her feet most days because Brasso worried so much when she didn't, but the day after Life Day she hadn't been able to get out of bed at all. She was looking forward to being through it and not having to think about what she was missing anymore.  

"A lot of things aren't the way they should be," she said. "But tonight's still Last Night."

"They won't be permitted to celebrate," he said darkly. "All those people in the streets. All the noise and the shouting, and the trumpets and the drums when the sun comes up. Like another riot."

"Still," she said. "I think they will."

"They bulldozed our wall, Bix."

Just thinking it made her sick. That had been part of Jezzi's message too. The wall - the wall of all their people - 

"Our kin are rubble and gravel," Brasso went on. "You think the ones who did that will care for First Morn?"

"But Ferrix people'll stay up for Last Night," she said. "Even if it's behind closed curtains. Even if they have to stay out of the streets. Even if they can't sing the last moon down or cheer the sun when it rises. They'll stay up."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because we are."

He twisted around and stared at her a moment. There were tears in his eyes. He looked away, wiped his nose, then reached down for the bottle. "This rotten stuff is doing my head in, and no mistake."

"Best pour it out, then."

"Rather make a rebel's cocktail with it." He sloshed it thoughtfully, then sighed and flipped it upside down, letting the cheap stuff glug into the dirt. "But there's nothing for us to light on fire here, so pouring it out it is."

She wrinkled her nose. "From the smell of it, a rebel's cocktail is the best use for it anyway." 

He was still holding the sandwich, and now he took a meditative bite. "Did I tell you this was really good?" he asked with his mouth full.

"You did."

"You didn't make any of your rice this week."

"I made rice."

"Yeah, and it was good, but not the special rice you make, with the sort of - " He waved the half-eaten sandwich. "The beans in."

"Arroz con gandules," she said.

"That's it. Yeah. S'good."

"I couldn't get the pigeon peas," she said. She'd barely been able to get the seasoning for the pernil, which had come as a nasty shock. There were so many Mimbran families, or families that had been Mimbran recently enough to still cook the food, living on Ferrix that things like pigeon peas and good spices were a basic staple in the grocer's. Not here, though.

"Ah,” he said. “Sorry about that."

She hugged the blanket tighter around herself and made her voice brisk. "It's just food. It's all right."

She'd told herself that over and over, the day she lay in bed. It's just food. There's no reason to feel so awful about it. Don't be so silly. 

He shook his head. "You used to make that all the time back home. I remember you brought a great dish of it when my dad died."

She probably had; it was her go-to for occasions like that. Mostly because if she made a big enough batch there was plenty left over for her even after she'd taken some to whatever family was grieving or celebrating. 

"Surprised you want any, with an association like that."

"I do, though. Every time I took a bite, I knew someone was thinking of me." He finished off the sandwich, rubbed his hands together briefly, and tucked them into crooks of his elbows. "Same with what everyone brought."

She nudged him with her foot. "Mine was best, though, right?"

"Of course," he said. He gave her a sly look. "Better'n Jezzi's famous green beans. But don't tell her I told you that."

"It goes with me to the grave," she said solemnly.

She thought of when her own dad had died. She'd been too numb and exhausted to think anything but food I don't have to cook about the dishes that crammed her chiller box. But Brasso was right. Every dish had been brought by someone who was thinking of her.

Maybe that was why they all did it. Bix had never thought of it more deeply then, that's what you do.

Brasso hadn't brought anything, but nobody expected anyone living in those dinky flats to actually cook. He'd come with the other Sons of Ferrix, as her dad had been a Son. Before they'd loaded her dad's body onto the decorated salvage sled, he'd offered her a moment alone, and she'd said no. Fuck. No and burst into tears. 

He'd wrapped her up in his arms until she'd cried herself out, leaving skies only knew what on his shirt. She'd burrowed into his embrace for at least five minutes more beyond that before pulling away to blow her nose and wash her face. 

A chilly gust set her shivering, and she squeezed in next to him on the tiny step. He shifted to make room for her, but they were still hip to hip, which she wasn't complaining about. "You're sure you're still warm enough?" she asked. 

"Haven't been so warm since the summer." He smoothed his hand down over the coat she'd gotten him for Life Day - dark brown, sturdy, hard-wearing. 

His red ceremonial coat, which he'd worn when they fled Ferrix, had stayed in the closet even as it got colder and colder, the bitter wind whipping off the sea. He wanted to keep it nice, he'd said, and added another layer on top of the several he was already wearing. 

She'd saved up as much as she could from the fixes she did for the second-hand shop in town, and the "errands" they ran for the Rebels, and spent multiple afternoons sifting through the offerings at the second-hand shop until she found one big enough, thick enough, and with only some tears in the lining and tatters at the hems. She'd taken it to the repair shop to get those fixed.  

She'd been prepared for a fight, as she didn't have the best reputation in town, and she was pretty sure she'd gotten in a fight with the shopkeep's son during one of her benders. But credits spoke every language, and the stone-faced woman had taken the order and haggled without obvious resentment. 

"You're not half-bad when you're not drunk and mean," she'd said when they came to an agreement. 

"I'm still mean," Bix said. "Just not drunk."

The woman had actually cracked a small smile at that. "I'll have the coat ready for your man before Life Day."

"He's not - we - we're just - " Bix had fallen into confused silence at the shopkeep's raised brow, and escaped when another customer came in. There'd been no more words about her man when she'd gone to pick it up, but she'd been self-conscious the whole time. 

But it was a damn nice coat, and the repairs were almost invisible. She petted the heavy material with satisfaction. 

When she looked up, she realized Brasso was studying her with furrowed brows. "What?" she said.

"Just noticed you weren't wearing your jewelry." He cleared his throat. "Not the last couple days."

She touched the edge of her ear. She had never felt completely dressed without some kind of jewelry on, mostly in her ears or braided into her hair because necklaces and rings were liable to get caught as she was making repairs. 

He'd given her a set of ear cuffs for Life Day. She'd put them on immediately and he'd smiled and said, "There we are. Didn't seem right, Bix without some pretties on."

At the hotel, the ISB had taken all her jewelry off her before - well. Before. She hadn't had any since. 

"Yeah, I took them off," she said. "They're inside, on top of my clothes chest."

"Saving them for special?"

"No, they just, uh, I needed to fix them."

He frowned. "Did they break?"

She gave in and admitted, "The metal made my ears itch, all right? But I'll get some varnish and paint the insides and I'll be wearing them every day again."

"Any kind of metal that doesn't make your ears itch?"

"Yeah, the kind that's too expensive for us right now." Which was why she hadn't said anything before. She nudged him. "Don't fret on it. I've had to do that with almost every piece of jewelry I ever owned."

"If you're sure," he said, still doubtful. 

"I'm sure. I love them."

Another chilly gust snuck over the wall. A shudder racked him, swiftly suppressed.

"Brass, you are cold."

"I'm fine."

"I felt you shiver. Here." She opened her blanket and draped it over him. He didn't argue further, just tugged the other edge around himself.

Draped over two, it didn't quite cover them. But the warm bulk of Brasso's body made up for it. She tucked herself up close to him and slid her arm through his, fitting them together. 

"Wouldn't mind some of that summer heat right about now," he said. 

"What'd you do for Last Night a year ago?" she asked.

"Spent it with some of the lads from the yard. Aladon and Denz. At their place. It was nice."

"I spent it with Timm,” she admitted, like a shameful secret. “For the first time. See what that got me.”

He tilted his head down towards hers. "I think that's the first I've heard you talk about him," he said. "Not even since we left home. Since he died."

"Well, he wasn't the most popular person in Ferrix, once it got around he'd called the Imperials in on Cassian. And people were strange about talking about him in front of me. Either they thought I should be a grieving widow or they thought I should spit at the sound of his name."

"Which is it?"

"I don't know. Most of the time I just want him alive so's I can kick his ass. What an idiot."

"Won't argue that."

She looked down at her feet and kicked them in the dirt of the yard. "Do you think," she said, mostly to the dirt. "Do you think if I'd just managed to love him the way he wanted - "

"Then we wouldn't be here?" Brasso finished. "Mmm. Maybe."

She'd expected him to deny it, and shot him a betrayed look.

"Then again," he continued in the same tone of voice, "if Cassian Andor hadn't riled up the corpos like he did, they wouldn't have been after him in the first place, for Timm to turn in. And come to think of it, if Maarva and Clem hadn't taken it in their heads to adopt a half-grown boy from wherever it is they found him, he wouldn't have been on Morlana to rile up the corpos at all. And you know, if Naboo hadn't elected Sheev Palpatine Senator in the first place - "

"All right!" she said. "All right. I get it."

"And," he said more quietly, "if I'd been able to hold them off a little longer, they mightn't've caught you."

He sounded actually serious about that. How long he been stewing on it? She squeezed his arm. "Even you couldn't have held them off that long," she said. "And where would I have gone, anyway? There were too many of them. If I'm not to blame, you're not either."

"No," he said on a sigh. "No. The ones to blame are the Imperial Shithead Bastards."

"Yeah."

They were quiet together for several minutes. 

"Don't feel bad about what you couldn't feel for Timm," he said in a low voice. “That's not really something you choose."

She sighed. She had a lot of regrets when it came to Timm. She'd taken advantage of his devotion, it was true. And she'd told herself that she'd made her own stance clear - just for fun, just to pass the time - when she knew full well he thought he could talk her into more. She shouldn't've let that go on. Look how it had ended. But - 

"You're right," she said. "Even if I'd  wanted to, I don't think I ever could've loved him. Not that way."

"My mum used to say hearts don't beat on command."

She swallowed hard, looking down at the dirt again, feeling her own heart - the one that had been so careless toward the man in her bed - soft and yearning toward the man at her side. "Be easier if they did."

He sighed heavily. "It would at that."

She cast about for a change away from dangerous subjects. "You don't talk about your mum much," she said. 

"Well, she's been gone a long time. Near twenty years. You remember her?" he asked, almost hopefully.

She wished she could say yes. But if she did remember Brasso's mum, it was as another face in the formless mass of adults that most little kids saw. "I remember people talking about her."

"And what is it they said?"

Better'n that Jakin ever deserved. Ardeth is probably the reason Brasso turned out so good. "Just that you're a lot like her."

He smiled as if he could hear the things she wasn't saying, and they fell silent again. 

"What time is it?" he asked after a while. "Can't tell without the moon."

"It said after two on the chrono when I woke up. So later than that. By a good hour, I’d guess. Maybe more.”

He sighed. "It's almost down at home."

The last moon of the year, a tiny sliver of a thing. Tradition said the old year ended when it set. 

She nudged him. "Go on then. Sing it down, Brass."

It was a child's tradition, singing the last moon down, so he sang a child's song, soft and sweet. It was a lullaby that Ferrix parents sang to their babies, so there had never been a time Bix hadn't known it, and probably Brasso too. 

He had a clear, unselfconscious tenor voice, and she rested her head on his shoulder and listened to the words for maybe the first time in her life.

It told of a bird in the depths of winter, in the ice and the cold, in the smoke of its breath and the chill of its toes. But the bird sang, defiant, promising the winter-frozen world that spring was closer than it had been at the start. 

He finished the song and fell silent. She shut her eyes and sighed, picturing the last moon slipping down over the horizon, leaving them all together in the pause between years, before the first sun rose. 

When it did, they would all rush out into the street if they weren't there already, shouting and cheering, blowing trumpets, banging drums. In the tower, the anvil sang out note after note of joy and greeting, until the Time Grappler's arms got too tired to go on. Superstition said the longer he could go, the better year it would be.

The adults kissed, at least those who had someone to kiss did, and the kids ran around screaming with the unhinged glee of kids who were so tired they couldn't see straight. 

Then everyone went home and slept for most of the day. 

The day after that, the salvage yard would reopen, the shop owners would put out their shutters, and normal life would resume. 

But before all that came these breath-held hours of darkness. 

"Bix," he murmured. 

"Mmm."

"I know it's not sunrise yet. But I'd like to kiss you."

She lifted her head and opened her eyes, and he was looking at her very steadily. 

She'd always thought his eyes were a dark grey, but this close, she could see green and even a touch of blue blossoming out from the pupil, like a common flower you never bothered with until someone you loved gave you a bouquet of them. 

"I'd like you to kiss me," she said. 

He lifted his hand to her cheek and closed his mouth over hers.

She'd kissed him once before, drunk and angry, and he'd stood there passive, like kissing a stone wall. She'd told herself afterwards, hungover and smarting, that she probably wasn't missing anything.

Oh, how wrong she'd been. 

His lips brushed soft against hers, lifting away, returning. His beard-scruff scratched, and he tasted of pernil and a hint of that rotgut and something that seemed to be just him. His hand was warm on her cheek, and if she could have lived the rest of her life in this moment she would have. 

His hand shifted, his fingers sinking into her hair, and a shiver went through her that had nothing to do with the cold. 

She wanted to deepen the kiss, slide her tongue into his mouth, crawl into his lap, guide his hands into her shirt, grind down until she felt him harden under her - 

And then what?

She turned her head, breaking contact. 

A year ago, Timm had kissed like this, in this same between time, and she'd taken him into her bed.

See where that got her. 

"Something wrong?" he whispered. His breath ghosted against her cheek. 

"It was lovely, Brass," she said softly, smoothing her hand over his coat-front. "But you've been drinking, and we're both of us homesick, and we - we're both the nearest thing to Ferrix either of us've got right now. So I think we should stop. Before we do something we shouldn't."

His fingers were still in her hair. He let them fall, the motion tugging softly and pleasantly at her scalp. "You've good sense."

"Not always," she said ruefully.

He got to his feet, the blanket sliding off his shoulders. 

She caught it, shivering with the loss of his body heat. "You okay?"

"Yeah." He looked down at her. "You should go inside. It's dreadful cold."

She got to her feet, slowly, trying to work out his expression in the darkness. Was he hurt? Upset? Annoyed? Relieved? "Are you coming in, too?"

He rubbed his hand over his face. "I think I should take a walk. Clear my head." 

"Yeah, all right," she said. "Don't you freeze out there."

"Not with this coat on, I won't," he said, and detoured around to the side gate. 

She went inside, hugging the blanket tighter around her, resisting the temptation to bury her face in its folds and try to catch a whiff of his scent. She told Bee that Brasso was fine, he'd just gone to get something they needed, and the little droid was wise enough not to ask what could possibly be needed so urgently that he went out in the wee hours for it. 

She washed the dishes the pernil and the sweet rolls had been in, and pulled out the beans to set them soaking - something she'd forgotten before she fell asleep. She took down all the blankets and sheets they'd washed and hung up to dry, making the beds with scrupulous attention to smoothing out every tiny wrinkle.

In all that time, Brasso still didn't come back.

She sat cross-legged on her bed, brushing out the tangles in her hair, trying not to worry. He'd been fine. He hadn't really had that much to drink. And he knew better than to go down by the sea. Especially as his own dad had drowned. 

When her hair was as tangle-free as she could possibly make it, she went to the table and pulled out her latest repair, a commlink with half its connections rusted out and needing replaced. It was barely worth doing, she thought as she trained her work-light on it. She wouldn't get much for it. Might be best to keep it for them, once she got a mate.

She tried not to worry. Or to think about the way his lips had felt on hers.

When the sky began to lighten, she put her tools away and went to sit on her bed again to watch it out the window. In the winter like this, the sun rose late. By her calculations, the new sun was well up on Ferrix. She sat listening to the silence where the anvil should be singing out notes of joy and luck and hope for the new year. 

Finally, she saw his familiar form turn the corner, silhouetted against the delicate pre-dawn light, and let out a sigh of relief. Then apprehension. What were they going to do? Pretend it had never happened? Have an awkward conversation? 

Kiss again?

No. She'd been right to stop them.

The door rattled, and his voice said indistinctly, "It's stuck again."

"Kriff," she said, jumping off her bed. Like everything else about this rented house, the door was old and half-functional, and the cold had made the lock especially stubborn lately. "Give me a moment - hah." The door slid open.

His cheeks were red with cold, but his eyes were clear. She looked up at him, and he looked away.

Oh. It was going to be like that.

But he said, "Hear that?"

"What?" She stepped out the door to join him in the street. 

"There. Shh." He held up a hand, listening. After a moment, he turned his head to smile at her, and then she heard it too. 

It was a bird.

A bird, alone, unseen, singing a high sweet song into the bitter air as the first edge of the new sun breached the horizon. 

FINIS

[doublegoblin]

A year and some change in retrospective

Okay so technically It’s like a year and 2 months and like a day. While I made the account and started posting things in November of 2022 I made my intro post on the 23rd of Jan last year so that’s when I’m going to count myself as having officially joined lol. I got thinking about this on my way into work today and I got a little reflective. I’m going to be kind of rambling (what else is new lol) but it dawned on me that, damn dude, a whole year is still like 300+ days and life can go wild directions. I also figured this may be nice for the newer people who have started to follow me (hello and thank you btw). Things won’t necessarily be in chronological order, I mean they might, but, I’m also liable to jump around.

So let’s start with some backstory, all good stories start with backstory yeah?

Me and my -at the time- bf(we’re still together lol just fiance now) were on our way to my aunt's wedding…running late actually because I had the day wrong and blah blah blah. To kill time on the 3hr car ride I started to spit ball this idea for a story I had brewing, that would then become Rituals and Red Tape. I was writing it for myself for a while as a way to deal with being let go from my last job. Well I then had the silly idea to maybe share this with people, so then we get to November and I make a profile and start posting.

That’s right, I started my path on here to be someone putting out original works of writing. I mean, if you go to my profile and check out the pinned post you’d know this but let’s be real, nobody really does that lol. And as those of you putting out original stuff also know, it can be pretty quiet at first. I had in my mind that I was just going to have my stuff on my blog, maybe reblog writing stuff only; that uh…didn’t last long. I’ve met some pretty cool people on here, even if we never really talk I’m happy to see your stuff cross my dash. It was the whole song and dance of you follow me and I follow you, support network stuff. Took part in tag games, an OC fighting tourney thing, and just some other fun things. All the while I’m posting little one-offs, a new WIP here and there…that I eventually just kinda stop working on in favor of my first child. 

I make a Wattpad and start posting what could be considered the 1.5 draft of the story. Things are fun, quiet, but fun

I start to engage in more fandom related things, because why not?

Then something happens, something that I didn’t think would take me in the direction I am going now.

I buy a $30 mic.

Voice acting and acting in general were always a passion of mine as a kid, and with a new stable job and comfy living I thought it was time to revisit some old joy. What was even better is that an artist I was following had a “casting call” for an animation she was working on. So with my little microphone and audacity(the program lol) I do the thing that changed my blog, I tried out…and I got a little part! I’ve never really been one to yearn for the spotlight but I took a chance and it worked out, and I was hooked after that.

So I started to use that mic more and more. First recording a short story of my own, recording a short story by a pal, then…well I guess you can call it doing some dub work.

Now in the past I had people follow me just out of the blue, but, with the first Five Pebbles recording it started to happen more and more. And those posts, well, they were getting some attention. Not a lot mind you, but like, more than the original works. Now I don’t say this with anger or bitterness, it’s just how stuff like this works out. So with what I thought was going to be a one-off thing, I knew I wanted to keep doing it. Yes the notoriety was fun, but more so, I was making something that was bringing people joy. So I recorded more, and more people saw it and liked it, reblogged it too.

Then I had that funny little idea. Something new to me that scratches a few itches at once. If you’ve followed me for THIS you know, the Kel Logs. Not only was I playing a game that I really enjoy(btw if you haven’t you should go play the game it is fun and but I won’t bog this down with info dumping), but I was doing some original writing and voice acting. It was the perfect storm.

Now I know I’m not the most well known person out there and this little fan fiction project isn’t like super famous, which I’m very okay with lol, but like the comments and stuff show I was having an impact on people in a small way. And it was having an effect on me, I was becoming more comfortable with my voice. Not going to sour the mood too much but I’ve struggled with voice dysphoria for a while and the joy I am able to bring people is so important to me, which I know sounds selfish.

So now here we are in the present, I know I’ve missed some stuff and simplified others, with people following me for fandom things and all that jazz. I thank every single one of you. Whenever my stuff get reblogged I do try my best to say something in the comments to those who say things in tags lol, sometimes tumblr won’t let me @ you but know I try. You all have no idea how much it means that I can bring joy to you and I don’t feel I can pay you all back other than to keep doing what I’m doing.

I haven’t worked on my original stuff in a while but I don’t think I’ll be tossing it to the side. In fact I know I won’t. I have a story I want to tell and it will be. So if you have any interest, please check it out and let me know what you all think. I want to always improve but I can’t know where to patch things up if I don’t hear about a leak lol. I’m getting super rambly so I’m gonna stop this here.

1 year later and I’ve gone from solely original writing to a strange hybrid of that and fandom stuff, and I couldn’t be happier with where I am.

So once again, thank you all so much for liking what I do and I hope to keep bringing you things to make you feel emotions.

[avisrkive]

marriage in 'gilmore girls' (pt. 2)

here in part 2, i’m gonna talk about dean getting married when he knows he's still in love with rory and go off on a small tangent about dean.

there are extremely mixed opinions when it comes to old deany boy. mine is no. i don’t like dean. the first time around, my first ever watch of this show in late 2021, i did like him. i loved him, admittedly.

it was only when i watched a video essay on “why everyone hates dean forester” on youtube, i came to start disliking him and thank god i opened up my eyes because that boy was a walking red flag.

but we’re not necessarily here to talk about dean today, we’re here to talk about one of the most crappy decisions he ever made: getting married to lindsay at 19 while he was still in love with rory.

he and lindsay’s relationship when they were dating seemed great from where rory was standing. we only ever get to see from her perspective when they’re dating, since there are little to no scenes of dean and lindsay alone of course.

there’s then that scene where he tells rory he’s getting married and she says “why not date? dating’s fun.” then he gets all offended as if this isn’t the worst decision ever.

like yes, rory did dump you for jess about two years ago. TWO YEARS.

but i digress.

simply what is the rush? you’ve already got the girl. stay dating and FIGURE YOUR FUTURE OUT BEFORE YOU MAKE A LIFELONG COMMITMENT AT 19.

19. technically, you are still a teenager. nineTEEN.

and here lorelai was thinking that dean is so responsible, dean is this, dean is that… i guess you can’t predict everything that’s gonna happen, now can you.

he wasn’t even mature enough to get married.

literally right before the affair, dean swore he had done everything he possibly could to try to save his marriage.

then he blows up at lindsay for answering his phone after. she should’ve been fighting back as far as i’m concerned, i believe dean treated her so poorly for that two months they were married.

it reminds me of when jess told him “you’re gonna make some woman a fine doormat one day.”

he wasn’t wrong…

nevertheless, she’s calm, she’s not yelling, she’s trying to keep the peace. she’s the one trying hard to save her marriage, not dean. he already knew it was over after the affair.

T H E P A R A L L E L S.

it’s like the ‘that damn donna reed’ episode all over again but in real life. that was the first red flag.

lindsay stays at home learning how to cook roast beef for dean. dean works all hours of the night and day trying to save money for them to get a bigger place and a car and basically a LIFE without being college-educated.

he just wanted it to be a housewife situation at the end of the day. he didn’t want anything for lindsay, he never did. he wanted to come home to a huge meal and a wife that cooked and cleaned for him. that was the other reason his marriage didn’t work other than the fact he barely spent time with his wife because he was OUT MEETING RORY.

crazy.

but that’s dean. that’s what he wanted from the start and i’m glad rory didn’t get caught in that trap at the end.

i actually have so much more to say about marriage in this show but i may stop here. in the future, there will be many more posts about the characters but for now…

see ya <3

[zephyrs-world]

Dustin's sister

Imagining if Dustin had an older sister who happens to have a crush on Eddie Munson.

Notes: 1-inspo for MC: Sarah Jessica Parker’s hair in the 80s.

2- I’m not a lyricist so I’m taking lyrics from other bands in the plot, sue me. I know it’s not 80s songs, but technically they won’t be in existence for a while, so MC can take them for now.

3- This is my first bit of writing so please be nice! Not sure when I update, when I get more inspo! Hope you enjoy! Rather than posting new posts, I’ll keep adding to this one ( I think!)

4- Warnings: haven’t included yet but there’ll probably be smut. Drug use and swearing. Minors dni!

September 1986

Chapter 1

"DANIELA!!!! I'm going to be late on my first day of high school if you don't move your butt IMMEDIATELY!"

Your sleepy eyes have no time to adjust to the onslaught your little brother gives you by throwing a glass of water in your face.

"You little twerp Dustin" you reach out to grab him . It is in vein: he has already rushed back to your bedroom doorway.

"You also promised to pick Max up, so we gotta get goinnnn!" He thumps his foot like a rabbit before scuttling off in to the corridor.

You groan outwardly and have a quick stretch. Great, you think to yourself here's to the beginning of the end... my last year of high school.

You make your way to the bathroom and wash your face with warm water to get yourself awake after the cold water onslaught. The guilt of forgetting you would be picking up Max this year after she and her mom moved to the trailer park made you realize your little brother was annoyingly right... yet again. You would have to put your foot to the metal to make it on time to pick her up and deliver the little ones to their classes in time. Not that you minded, any excuse for you to speed through the roads in Hawkins with your new baby you purchased this summer.

You rush back to your bedroom and pull on a rumpled pair of black jeans that had been on your floor and look through the rest of your pile of clothes for some socks. You end up with two odd socks and settle with them, knowing they will be hidden under your worn-out doc martens. You grab one of the few items you had left of your father: an old Led Zeppelin tour T-shirt from 1975 and look yourself in the mirror. You sigh inwardly. You could be considered attractive if it weren't for your demeanor, as your mother would say. However, you knew it was more than that. Bit curvier and shorter than most girls your age, you tried to hide said curves with baggy clothes, but recently had thought maybe you will one day start to experiment with fashion a bit more, not on your first day though. You would probably blame it on the new rock bands you had started to admire over the summer. You popped on your big plastic glasses you hated so much and attempted to tackle your mane.

Your mane had a mind of its own, it was half lion mane and half bird's nest. It was the Henderson's family trait. Your little brother managed to keep his in check under his baseball hat, however, no matter what you tried, you could never get yours under control. You grabbed at all the parts that covered your face and tied it up on top of your head in a sort of make-shift half bun and left it at that. You knew there was no need to put any more effort into your look as you would always look disheveled by lunchtime. Always getting something on you and your hair has a mind of its own. To be honest, you had given up caring a long time ago. And after what had happened last year, it was hard to really care about the superficial parts of life anymore. But high school always made you nervous and obsessive about these things, and you hated it for it.

You ran downstairs and grabbed the large jean jacket you loved so much from the banister before running into the kitchen where you bumped into your little brother.

"I am always fascinated how you can take so long to get ready and still look like you have just woken up" Dustin beams at you sarcastically.

"Shut up Dusty you little dweeb, it's been basically 15 minutes since you threw that glass in my face, you little turd."

"That's no way to talk to your favorite brother, who happens to have made you breakfast" He hands over a piece of toast.

"Thanks, you're my only brother so an unfair statement there.”

Dustin rolls his eyes at you before stomping out of the kitchen. He looks back over his shoulder at you impatiently.

"Cmon please! I don't wanna be late for Max!"

You groan loudly and lodge the piece of toast in your mouth whilst writing a note for your mother next to her daily meds and grabbing your school bag and keys.

You shut your front door and turn to see Dustin jumping impatiently outside the passenger door. This kid will be the death of me.

You smile warmly at your old 1969 Ford Mustang. Your mother had cried when she saw you had purchased an old battered muscle car with your hard-earned money, but it was your decision, not hers. You got the piece of metal cheap as it was in an appalling state, but having spent most of your summer fixing her up with one of Hoppers old friends, you were finally able to call this thing of beauty a car. You really couldn't care less what anyone else thought and were proud of your new baby. Sitting in your seat and hearing your car purr, you couldn't wait to drive her for hours to anywhere. You hit the pedal and speed through the roads, engine roaring and Dustin screaming next to you.

"oh relax, Dusty!"

"I am relaxed" he squeals, "But you can put some other garbage on than this old crap? I swear you're 18 going on 50!"

You scoff and turn the music up louder as you hit the main road which is still quite empty of traffic. You smirk at your brother as you hear a Blondie song come on the stereo. This was one of your women in rock cassettes you had made yourself, and you were not changing it any time soon.

"One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya, I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya!"

"Eughhh you're so embarrassing" Dustin closes his eyes as you speed your way down towards the trailer park belting out Blondie's song.

You keep singing the song, getting louder and louder until the guitar solo starts and Dustin screams as you headbang whilst turning into the trailer park, your car nearly hitting the trash cans as you swerve next to Max's trailer. Your brother's second-hand embarrassment spurrs you on. Your car arrives to a halt, and you fully let loose and air guitar the final part of the solo whilst continuing to headbang.

You scream out " One wayyy or another I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna give you the slip!... I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya!"

You start to poke your little brother in the stomach and you both start to play fight by slapping your hands at each other. You are clearly more entertained by this than Dustin who is trying to shout at you to stop, he doesn't want you to embarrass him in front of Max. And to his pleasant surprise, you stop immediately and honk your horn to announce your arrival to Max. Not because you are feeling kind and want to listen to your brother, but because you hadn't noticed until just now that you had had an audience watching you both.

Standing outside the trailer opposite Max's was a tall boy with a long black disheveled mullet, who you would have recognized from a mile away, anywhere. Cold sweat trickles down your back at the sudden realization.

Never have you felt your cheeks redden so quickly and Debbie Harris is not helping with her repetitive "Ill get ya" going on in the background. He is definitely staring at both you and Dustin and you just hope and pray he has only just walked out and only noticed the slapping siblings rather than your stupid singing and guitar playing.

It would be just your luck that the first time your crush actually sees you, would be now, singing off key to a Blondie song. You could die of embarrassment right now but luckily Dustin is still berating you so you can try and pretend you hadn't seen THE Eddie Munson ogling you. The song cuts off and you hear Max get into the back of your car

"Christ Hendersons, did you want to wake up the whole neighborhood whilst you're at it?"

"Hey Max, sorry about that. My sister is being an idiot this morning"

You pinch your brother in the ribs "Hey!" he shouts

"I'm sorry Max, I got carried away listening to Blondie. Plus first time I'm getting to drive this beauty properly since my last fixtures. She's going to be lots of fun!"

As if on cue, the next song on your mixtape blurts out: Bad Reputation by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. You smile and thumb the beat on your steering wheel

"God why do you listen to this stuff?"

"Whatever Dusty. At least I don’t listen to never ending story on repeat. Now lets get you kids to school" Max chuckles darkly at your dig as your brother whines. You are thankful for these two kids being the perfect distraction for you.

But you are a sucker for suffering it seems. As you turn your car into a U-turn to drive back out, you can't help but steal a look at Eddie Munson's trailer. You didn’t mean to lock eyes with the boy and he gives you the biggest smirk and bops his head to the song playing from your car. Oh dear god, he definitely knows who I am now.

You speed off and make your car roar, trying to get out of this trailer park as quickly as you can.

Both Max and Dustin scream at you, but you don't care and are secretly hoping the speed will make you forget the fact you have just embarrassed yourself in front of the boy you have secretly been crushing on for years. Luckily, he's a couple years older than you so hopefully, you won't have to see him again too soon.

Boy, were you wrong.

Chapter 2

You slow down as you near the school.

"You guys excited for high school then?"

Dustin won't shut up about some club he wants to join but you don't pay attention and notice Max has been extremely quiet in the back, fiddling with her walkman. You make a note not to press and park your car in the back of the school’s car park in the shade.

"Aight kids, have fun and come find me if ever you need ok?" Your brother groans at you and gets out of the car. You only notice now he's wearing his Weird Al tshirt and make a note to keep an eye on him when you can. You love him but there are some assholes at this school who will make fun of his choices and she won’t let them tear down your brother the way they have done with you in the past. You have no time to say anything to him, he has already ran off to find Mike and Lucas.

You walk with Max and ask her what she's got in her Walkman.

"Not much, I've just got one of Billy's old tapes" she mutters mournfully. You look back at her and your heart goes out to the girl.

"Listen, music is my crutch, I make a ton of mixtapes. Here," you grab one of your most recent mixes from your bag. "If you want to listen to another tape that is. These are all different women in rock tracks. Dustin hates it but maybe you'll find something you like on here?" You hand it over to Max. "There's a bit of everything so have a listen and if you like it, I have way more for your to take ok?" Max gives you a small smile before taking the tape and walking away.

You sigh and wonder how you can possibly be there for her, the girl has been through so much, you wish you could help somehow. You are lost in thought as you head towards your first class of the day...

During the break between classes, you find your best friend Nancy. Talk about complete opposites. Nancy is such a hard worker and excels in all her classes, you not so much. But your bond over losing your other best friend Barb and going through the crazy things you have both endured these past few years has definitely brought the two of you closer. Although, having said that, you barely saw each other over the summer.

"Hey stranger!" You lean on the lockers next to Nancy as she is engulfed by her books in her locker "How do you already have so much paperwork?"

"Its our last year Daniela, you gotta be prepared for college applications no?!"

You scoff and are about to respond to her but she carries on:

"Speaking of which Jonathan is being funny about his college applications, I just don't know what is going on in his head. It's so hard when he's on the other side of the continent...."

You lean back and listen to your friend's concern, realizing she probably needed a vent and a friendly ear to use. You listen compassionately to your friend’s troubles and try to offer the best advice you can offer, which is not much considering you have never been with a boy, never mind a long distance relationship. The second bell rings and you and Nancy walk to the class that you share together. She is now telling you how she wants to head the school's newspaper and trying to convince you to join.

You follow Nancy to the front of the class and sit next to her through history. You try really hard to focus and make notes. You were never the smartest but you worked hard to keep up decent grades, this year however you didn’t really see the point in trying so hard. By the end of the class you can't help but compare your scattered notes to Nancy’s perfectly neat notes. Complete opposites as always, something her mother would constantly remind her of when she was younger. "Why cant you be more like Nancy". Luckily her health had taken a toil recently, ever since your father had died and then her beloved cat Mews, she didn't really have the strength anymore to remind you of all your imperfections. Comparing you to either to Nancy or to Dustin had always left a bitter taste in your mouth, but luckily it also made you have thicker skin than others.

As class finishes you go to ask Nancy if she wants to grab lunch together:

"Hey-"

"Sorry Daniela I've got to go, talk later!"

You wave on as Nancy scuttles off, probably to get signed up for a school paper or some other extracurricular.

You sigh and go back to your locker to put your bag there during lunch.

"Lucas is thinking of joining the basketball team!!!"

Your brother Dustin blurts out as you jump out of your skin. You should be used to his creep ups by now. You look behind your locker door to find him looking at you in what appears to be complete despair, but you are immune to your brother's dramatics.

"So? Lucas can do what he wants, no?" You start tentatively

"No!! We were meant to all continue to do DnD together. Just because Will isn't here. The team is crumbling D..."

"Relax, I'm sure Lucas still wants to play with you. Why can't he do both?"

Your brother stutters, annoyed at your simple response:

"Because... basketball stands for everything we despise!"

"I know but this is high school Dusty."

"Don't call me that here" Dustin huffs "I wish Steve was still here."

You can't help but laugh at this. You grab your brother by his shoulder and walk him towards the cafeteria.

"I'm pretty sure your newly adopted big bro would agree with me. We can ask him when I see him at work if you like?"

"No! He was my friend before yours Daniela!!

"Never said otherwise buddy"

At this point Mike and Lucas join you both. You decide its best to let the boys deal with this themselves. Beside you need to grab some food as your belly is rumbling.

"Hey, guys. God Mike, why did you have to get so tall on me?"

"Hey Daniela"

"Right, I'm off but I'll see you all later ok?" You walk away and leave the guys as you hear their arguing increase. These kids...

You're queuing up to get your lunch when you feel someone be extremely close to you. You don't pay much mind to it, the queues are always rowdy here, and start taking today's lunch off one of the canteen lady. As you put the dish onto your tray and move to grab a pack of juice, you start to hear the person next to you hum "One way or another". You freeze in the queue and turn to see that it was in fact Eddie Munson standing right next to you. He grins widely at you and you automatically turn your head back to the line, hoping inwardly that maybe if you ignore him, he will stop or better yet disappear.

"I've got to say that was one way for me to wake up. You have… impressive air guitar skills... If you do that every morning I am never going to be late for school again"

You can feel your face burning up and its not from the heat of the kitchen nearby. You get to the end of line, however the person in front of you is having issue paying with their food card and so you swear inwardly again at yourself. Of course this happens and now I'm stuck. You don't have time to wonder why Eddie is back at school and why he is deciding to now talk to you. You put on your big girl pants and put on your best deadpan face before turning back around:

"Trust me, it was not for your pleasure. It was a one-time thing so don't get used to it."

Eddie's eyes light up and looks you dead in the eyes. You're lucky you have a very good poker face because the way his dark chocolate brown eyes are peering at you so intently, you could have melted on the spot right there and then. You had never been this close to him before and you're trying so hard to not check him out whilst he is watching you.

"Oh I can promise you, sweetheart, the pleasure was definitely all mine to have." He smiles at you widely and your heart flutters.

Eddie Munson is an enigma at this school. He had been in the same year as Steve who had already graduated high school and you had always admired him from afar. He stood out from the rest of the crowd like a sore thumb, he didn't fit into any of the high school group stereotypes, but he still walked around with zero fucks and 100percent confidence in himself, you couldn’t help be attracted to him. You would have been hooked by him purely from this, but it's the fact that Eddie stood tall and lean and had the perfect physique and appearance that left you feeling weak in the knees, and that mullet….Years in high school had been spent looking across the lunch hall at him whilst biting your lip. Being in this situation with his full attention on you, you realized what a fool you had been. Eddie was even more handsome up close, his facial features really blew your breath away and you could drown in those big expressive eyes and luscious lips...

You frown when he starts waving his hand in front of your face and you realize, mortified, you had been staring at him blankly and had not heard a word he had said. He starts to look at you with concern:

"Hey, you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine Eddie" You go to pay your lunch and notice in the corner of your eye Eddie start to frown.

"How do you know my name? What's yours?" Your heart falters at this. You remind yourself of course he doesn't know my name, he did not know I existed until this morning.

"Everyone knows your name Eddie." You feel a bit sad at the realization that he has spent so many hours in your mind, especially at night and he does not even know your name. He shouts over to you so you turn around.

"Hey! Am I not allowed to know your name then?" His face in that instant looks so friendly and genuine, his usual signature smirk is not on his face. You had never seen him without it before. You realise you don't know much about this boy, only what you have made up at night under your duvet. Your face reddens as those dirty thoughts come to the forefront of your brain. You cannot look him in the eye after this and just shake your head as you run off to find Nancy to have lunch with.

After a couple of minutes of trying to find Nancy and realising she had run off after History class, you give up. You look around and catch Eddie looking at you, sitting with all his Hellfire club friends and you feel your face redden as his eyes try and bore into yours quizzically. Luckily, you see one of your other friends Robin wave maniacally to you and so you decide to rush over and sit with her and the school's band.

"D!!! Haven't seen you all day how've you been?!" your friend Robin bumps your shoulder with hers.

"Hey Robin, yeah I'm good"

"You been for a run?" She asks you and you are confused by her question so focus your attention back on your friend.

"What?? No, why d'you ask?"

"Because you're so red in the face dummy! What's got you so bothered then?!"

You are mortified and wonder how you can salvage this.

"Oh I don't know. First day back jitters I guess"

"Yeah right, more like first love jitters. Who's got you all wound up?!"

"No one!" you are not having this conversation with all the kids from her band looking at you and snickering. Robin clocks your discomfort and your audience and changes the subject very quickly.

You eat your lunch in silence, listening in to all the gossip about the school's perfect couple Jason and Chrissy and the basketball team. All of a sudden, you hear a loud commotion and everyone looks up to see what is happening. The noise had come from near where the Hellfire are sat and you see Eddie and Jason in a heated argument, Eddie mocking and mimicking the jock. You also notice Dustin being sat behind Eddie at the Hellfire table, red in the face looking up at Eddie... You make a note to question your brother later to figure out what an earth he is doing sat at that table.

The fight seems to calm down as some of the basketball crew pull Jason away. Eddie pulls his tongue out at Justin and puts his hands up to his head as makeshift horns. You are distracted by the length of Eddie's tongue but your reveries are cut short by the girls sitting at your table.

"What is Eddie doing back here? Wasn't he meant to graduate last year?"

"Right? This is his 2nd repeat of final year high school, how thick can he be?"

"Hey!" You shout angrily. You did not expect the whole table to turn to your attention. "Let's not judge someone we all barely know, I'm sure he has his reasons..." they all scoff and go back to their gossip and you go back to finishing your lunch. However, you feel some eyes boring on you and look up to find Robin beaming at you as though she has just had a light-bulb moment

"I know what gave you those jitters earlier now..."

You groan and wished your friend was not as perceptible as she was.

Chapter 3

Leaving the canteen you had tried to catch up to your brother and his friends to make sure they were ok, but the crowds made it really hard to spot them and get through. You hate the fact you hadn’t been able to check in on them and hope that the commotion during lunch hadn’t had them involved.

You look at your new time table and notice you have advanced English literature and groan. You had forgotten you had picked this class last year when it had been recommended to you for your college applications. English was your best subject, but that didn’t mean it was your passion. It was the closest thing to lyrics and the guidance councillor had said this was your best bet at going to college to study what you wanted. But it also meant hard work, which you really did not want to do this year. Luckily, a familiar face is sat at the front and beams up at you.

“Daniela! Sorry I ran off, come sit!” Nancy beams up at you.

You throw your books on to the table and smile at her.

“No stress, hope you got what you needed doing?”

“Yeah I ended up taking your advice?”

“What? My advice? Since when do I give good advice?”

Nancy laughs at you “This morning! I was in the newspaper room and got inspired to write Jonathan a letter after signing up to the student paper. Sorry I missed lunch, lost track of time.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m glad you made some sense out of whatever I was saying earlier, I sure as hell know I wasn’t.”

“You ok, you seem… elsewhere today?”

You brush off your friend’s concern and try and fan away her concerns as well as your blush formation at the same time.

“Yeah first day jitters as Robin calls them. All good”

“Oh you saw her at lunch? How was lunch?”

“All good, although our little ones were very near a Jason fight so I want to check on them later”

“ I swear those boys always get into trouble. Was Jason fighting them?!” Nancy burns up in anger.

“Nooo” you reassure her “that was with Eddie, I was too far to know what happened exactly but Dustin was nearby is all. I’m sure it’s nothing. I’m just nervous now they’re here you know? I hate Jason”

“Same here D.” The two of you would carry on if the class had not started. You know you will pick this all up later with the boys.

The class rings for your next class which was basic maths. Having taken advanced English you thanked your pass self for taking the easy option in maths this year. Maths weren’t so hard for you, and having Dustin as a genius little brother helped you get the grasp of it early on. You decided to sit in the back of this class and take this time to take out your notebook, filled with sketches and half written lyrics you had started but never finished over the years.

People started to arrive into class and you stare at your half doodled page and some lyrics you had started last year, dreaming of a certain someone:

“The saving grace was the feeling/ That it was a heart he was stealing/ Oh, he was ready to impress and the fierce excitement”

You start to write another line underneath, feeling inspired:

“The eyes are bright, he couldn’t wait to get away”

“Who’s Bright Eyes?”

You jump up at the sound of a voice and your head bangs in to your intruder. You hear a yelp and a chair scrape back next you.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to make you jump! Was just curious what had you so transfixed when class hasn’t begun yet.” Eddie glances at you sheepishly. He points at your notebook “that’s cute, are you writing a poem of some sort?”

It was at that moment that you decided that yes, you wanted the ground to swallow you, right there and then. Your face heats up for the umpteenth time today and you glare at him, words failing to formulate out of sheer horror.

Eddie misinterprets your glare and puts his hands up “I’m really sorry, hope it’s ok me sitting here, it’s the last seat” he looks at you apologetically and sincerely.

You swear under your breath, not with anger but for utter frustration. Because you had just witnessed Eddie Munson give you his best puppy dog eyes, and you knew there and then that was your weakness. You felt your stomach flip and do somersaults and you knew you would never be able to win an argument or anything against a boy who had so much control over you. And you hated having no control.

“It’s fine” you grit your teeth and turn back to your notebook and shut it firmly. You will have to find another class to write and draw peacefully.

“I’m sorry if I’ve upset you somehow by the way, it was never my intention... Look, can we start over?”

Your heart stutters at his last question. You realise you have been nothing but cold to this boy who now seems to have decided to avert his attention towards you. It’s not his fault you can’t handle it. You take a deep breath and smile at him.

“No I��m sorry, you haven’t upset me… I just didn’t know you were there. I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

“And she smiles ladies and gentlemen! You’re pretty when you smile you know?”

You can’t help but groan and eye roll at his remark. Not because he sounded so lovely saying it, but it was twinged with bitterness as it was very similar to something you would hear repeatedly all your life. Where Dustin was goofy and smiley, you were refrained and distant. "You’re pretty when you smile Daniela, you should smile more”

You see Eddie is trying to figure you out still, awareness that his compliment had not gone down the way he thought it would. His big brown eyes didn’t hide any of this thoughts and emotions, which you found unnerving and warming. And very dangerous.

Luckily the teacher starts the class and you can focus your energy there. Or so you thought.

You feel warmth poke your hand and look down to see Eddie’s pinky trying to get your attention with light feather touches. Your eyebrows are now at the top of your temples as you look over to him in wonder. You find Eddie grinning wolfishly at you and you can’t help but stare at the hole forming on his left cheek. Since when does he have Dimples goddamn it?!

He points with his eyes towards his paper where he had written a note

“Hi, can I know your name now please?”

You can’t help but smile at the innocent note considering how much your heart was fluttering.

“No :)” you write back and try and muster a cute smile back to Eddie. He hasn’t noticed the note at first and gives you the kindest smile, all warmth in his eyes, you could feel your cold self melt under his stare. But then he sees the note and mutters angrily under his breath. You saw a glint of mischief and a slight smile before he frowns and takes the paper away to write, and you can’t help but wonder if he is secretly enjoying this as much as you.

Eddie is taking his time writing his note or is now trying to make you sweat, but you won’t let that happen and focus back on the class and write down notes on the fractions from the board. You’re in the middle of said fraction when the note is nudged back in to your vision

“I think the fact that I keep seeing you everywhere today is a damn good enough reason. Now that we’re also classmates it must be obligatory. Please release me from this torture or I’ll give you a name myself”

You can’t help but warm up reading this note. Was he thinking of you as much you had been today? No definitely not, this has been the same amount you have thought of Eddie on daily for the past few years, he was definitely not as obsessive as you, but the fact that he was noticing you was a huge step up.

You smile as you write back:

“My mother always told me never to share information with strangers. What nick name would you give me?” You felt bold adding that last question, having always pictured Eddie whispering sweet names in your ear during your fantasies at night.

You push the note back and glide your fingers on the side of his hand to nudge him. You take an intake of breath when your fingers touch one of his rings ever so slightly. Its coldness making you try really hard not to have any dirty thoughts in maths class. You feel a need to cross your legs to hide yourself and keep your thoughts at bay.

He takes the note and reads it, brows furrowed with determination. The note is suddenly back in your hands.

“I think after this morning and you waking me up makes our relationship quite personal now. No longer stranger danger. You’re more danger than me with those headbangs. As for nicknames, they need to be earned. Let me get to know you, PLEASE INSERT NAME HERE?”

You can’t help but chuckle at his response even though you are slightly embarrassed that he had in fact seen everything this morning, but you decide it’s best to cave in and to hell with it. You write your first name in the box he has put for your name to be in, and scribble hope this makes your day :) next to it.

As Eddie reads the note he smiles so broadly you notice both his dimples appear. He really has a gorgeous smile and terrific teeth… his smile reaches up to his eyes as he looks at you warmly, having been able to put a name to your face. You can’t help but burn up at his stare.

He looks down and writes another note before passing it to you.

As you read it, you can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness and your walls start to go all the way back up.

“What a beautiful name, Daniela. This has made my year so far. A new friend who can teach me how to headbang.”

“:)”

You fold up the note and give it back to him with a smile that does not reach your eyes. You then focus all your attention on class and write notes. You put your notes in the middle of the table so Eddie can copy and catch up rather than distract you. The note had been sweet, but it was the mention of friend which had stung you. Always placed in the friend-zone, this just stung. You had become best friend with Steve after he asked for your help with Nancy, and you hadn’t minded since you weren’t attracted to him. But with having feelings for Eddie, this just hit differently to all the other boys before him.

—

When the bell rings to announce class is over, you jump out your seat and make a beeline for the exit. You hear Eddie behind you:

“Hey! Wait up!”

But you decide to ignore, your ego still in a turmoil. You know it’s not his fault, but you need to get your emotions in check if you’re to start having this boy give you attention, even if it is platonic.

You get to your locker and swap out the books you need for your last class and to take home and feel a warm presence lean on the locker next to yours. You think it’s your brother again and slam your locker door close with hard snap, only to reveal its in fact Eddie looking at you quizzically. Your heart skips a beat.

“Hey, you’re tough nut to crack aren’t you? Anyone else would have suffered whiplash by now, but lucky for you I’m persistent.”

You frown at his last remark:

“Why?”

His eyes widen at your reaction. “Why? Because you intrigue me, Daniela.”

When he says your name, he says it in a way that makes you shudder right to your core. It’s as though he is tasting your name on his tongue and he is enjoying it.

“Are you new to Hawkins? Why have I never seen you before?”

You scoff at his question “I’ve lived in Hawkins all my life, I’ve been here as long as you.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that lovely, I’m practically part of the furniture here at Hawkins High.”

“Well not enough to see me, I guess I’m part of the walls here then.”

“Oh, no. You are definitely not part of any Hawkins furniture or walls. You stand out.”

You look at Eddie in confusion. He is staring at you and his large eyes seem to have darkened and you feel heat pool down below. You try to look anywhere but at him and look down at your watch.

“Look I don’t know what to tell you Eddie, I’m here and have been here a while and will be here another year. Now, I gotta go.”

“Fine, but I’ll be sure to see you around then, Daniela…”

You hurry off, feeling your back burn up under his gaze. You rush into the crowd of kids and try and cool off your thoughts.

Chapter 5

As the final bell rings to announce the end of your class and end of your first day, you break out in the biggest grin. Finally this day is nearing its end. You jump up and gather your belongings and head out to your car.

You bump into Robin on the way out and ask her if she wants a lift to Family Videos as she’ll be heading there later to cover the night shift: Steve had another date night.

“Thanks D! Sure thing, you taking any of the little ones home or just me?”

“Max and Dustin usually but who knows”

“Who knows with those kids… hey you ok to cover my shift on Wednesday night? I got band practice till 7 now…”

“Yeah of course that’s fine!”

You both walk out into the open and into the wave of kids running out to get home.

“So… wanna talk about lunchtime and what got you so hot and bothered today?” Robin looked at you knowingly.

“Nope absolutely not.”

“Ohhh cmon! I told you about my crush! Granted it was under the influence of Russian drugs, but still you owe me!”

“I’m not saying anything Robs, especially not here”

“You’re so stubborn D, I’ll get it out of you one day!” Robin bumps your shoulder as you turn up towards your car. Your friend gasps.

“Wow! I mean I’m not into cars but you’ve really done her up D! She’s a beauty! Does she have a name?”

“Not yet, still need to figure her out I guess” you beam proudly at your car.

You pat the bonnet of your car and lean on it, waiting for Dustin to turn up. Robin does the same.

“Bets on Harrington’s date being a flop?” Robin asks and you both converse animatedly about your friends failed dating life.

You are both so engrossed in your conversation you hadn’t realised you were practically the only people left in the car park.

“Where an earth is that annoying kid?” You mutter under your breath.

“Maybe he went home with Mike?”

“He would have said…” you get distracted as you see Eddie making a beeline for his van.

He senses you watching and catches you off guard. He waves and winks over to you.

You feel yourself blush but are distracted by his swollen and slightly cut up lip.

You lean off your car and shout over to him “hey, you ok? What happened?”

“I’m all good sweet thing, happy to know you care though” and gives you another wink before getting in his car.

You are so lost in your train of thoughts wondering what had happened to Eddie you forget your friend next to you until she fake coughs.

“We are so talking about this D. Eddie Munson? Are we coming to this sudden realisation today or has this been secretly been brewing inside you for a while? I need to know since WHEN?! Surely not only starting today because-“

For once, your brother is a blessing running over and screaming at you to get the car running, Max following him close behind. You notice his Weird Al shirt is slightly torn up and his face is red again.

“What the hell happened?!” You ask concerned

“Less questions, more driving!” He snaps and screams at you. You look over at Robin and get in the car, Max and Dustin already sat waiting in the back.

As you start up the ignition and make to leave the school, you see the basketball team led up by Jason exiting the school, looking around in anger searching for something. You furrow your brow as you start to connect the dots.

You put your foot down and leave a trail of dust in your path.

On the main road, you move the rear view mirror to look at Dustin. He is looking sheepishly out the window.

“One of you mind filling me in on what that was about?”

“Dustin and his big mouth is what happened.” Max said flatly looking over at her friend. Dustin looks at her accusingly.

“It’s not my fault he’s an idiot.”

“But don’t say it to his face!”

“Hey! If one of you doesn’t start filling us in right now, I’m stopping the car” you shout to the two at the back.

“Jeesh Daniela. If I was you two I’d start talking noww” Robin leans over the back of her seat to look the two kids in the eye as you continue to drive.

“Fiiiine” Dustin starts, exasperated. “It started at lunch, Jason Carver started to pick on me and Mike…”

You’re about to interrupt but he carries on over you.

“But it was fine because this guy Eddie Munson came over and well they ended up getting in a fight instead.” Dustin breathes out.

“That’s not it Dustin” Max says pointedly.

“Right, yeah course… so at the end of the day, Jason might have come back up to me again by my locker and tried to mock me and asked about my T-shirt. Called it stupid… And I may or may not have called him an idiot. I mean who doesn’t know the comedic genius of Weird Al? And he may have started to get angry and grab me. But again it’s all fine because Eddie came over and beat the shit out of him and we all ran to hide to get away from the basketball team. Still can’t belIEVE Lucas wants to join them.”

“He can do what he wants!” Max bites back

“Wait wait wait!” You shout “please tell me my ears need a cleaning and you DID NOT just say you called Jason Carver a fucking IDIOT?!” You scream as you start to accelerate accidentally.

“Language Daniela! I mean he is though…”

“DUSTIN HENDERSON! That mouth of yours is going to be the death of you one day! Jesus Christ he is the one person you do NOT mess with!”

“Nice of Eddie Munson to stand up for you though” Robin says to Dustin sweetly, but you know her agenda and give her a side eye.

Dustin and Max however did not pick up on Robin’s trap and took the bait willingly, both then went on in great detail very excitedly about how amazing Eddie was standing up for them and how he handled the fight. Robin let’s them talk and turns back towards the road, arms crossed looking at you as she says smugly

“Gosh he sounds like your knight in shining armour kids, what a great guy…”

You roll your eyes and keep putting your foot down, hoping this car ride ends as soon as possible. You now not only have a massive crush on the guy, but you also feel this pang of guilt over the fact he was there for your brother when you weren’t today. You owe him now, twice over.

Chapter 6

You dropped Max and Dustin off at your house, they were going to meet up at the Wheeler’s house later but had to split after the fight at the high school.

You had dropped off Robin at Family Videos and had tried your hardest to avoid her questions. You were thankful for the distraction Steve offered you, telling you both excitedly about his date. He had asked if he could borrow your car but you cackled at the absurd idea. You told him there was no fucking chance.

You were now back at home in your room. You had managed to avoid your mother, who was engrossed in the TV downstairs. Finally you thought, time to unwind.

You flip through your vinyls and settle for Roy Ayers’s 70s album “Ubiquity Vibrations”. The perfect mellow album after a long day you need to digest.

You open your window wide and light some incenses by your bedside table. You take out your little engraved wooden box from under your bed and open it up to find all your paraphernalia. You smile at it: you definitely needed it after such a long day. You sit on your window sill and start to roll a fat joint. You look at your stash of weed and notice you’re running low, you’ll have to pick up from Reefer Rick tomorrow. You sigh and decide to make it a tomorrow’s problem.

You spark up and let yourself get taken away into the clouds as your vinyl crackles in to the next song on the album: “Searching”.

You hit on your joint and hold on to it as long as your lungs can muster and blow out slowly in to the sky. The high hits you very quickly as you realise you had gone a bit heavy, but you smile proudly as you feel all the tension that had pent up from today leave your body. You put your joint down in your makeshift ashtray and stare up at the sunset. You’re so ingrossed in the song and the view, the sky looking like the colour of burnt marmalade and looking quite mysterious, you don’t hear the rustling under your window.

You’re awoken from your reverie by some pebbles being thrown at you. You look down and find Steve about to hurl more at you.

“Jesus Christ Harrington! What’s your problem?”

“How high are you right now? Been calling your name for ages. Surprise your mom hasn’t come out yet!”

“She’s out for the count, Days of Our Lives is probably on now. Get your ass up here just in case though”

Steve climbs up the the tree perfectly situated near your window and leans over and easily into your room. You had used this exit so many times now, the tree had the perfect perch and indents for you to get in and out easily, perfect for your friends now too. You had headed to your vinyl to change the music, the moment had passed for Roy Ayers now that Steve was here. You settle with putting The Doors album on.

“We need to go shopping for more vinyls D, get you up to speed with the 80s”

“Yeah yeah, I like the new stuff, but I can still like the old stuff ok?”

“You’re not saying that because you’re obsessed with Morrison?”

“No! I genuinely like their music, nothing to do with the recent increase in their popularity because people are obsessed with Morrison. People have weird kinks when artists die…”

“Ok… let’s maybe not go that dark just yet yeah? Can I have a toke please? I need it.”

You look at your stack of vinyls and the weed takes surface on your mind , clouding with tiny hints of paranoia about Morrison and his death “you’re right Steve, let me change to something else I found recently. Dire Straits’ new album”

You swap your vinyls and put on Brothers in Arms instead. You smile at your vinyl player. You turn to your friend who is looking at you expectantly. You remember his question.

You wave at your friend dismissively “yeahhh of course. It’s a strong one though so go gentle.”

Steve scoffs at you “thanks for the warning, I’m sure I’ll be fine…”

“Did you drink on your date? Alcohol ain’t a good combo dude… wait, oh yeah wait! Why you here? Aren’t you on a date?”

Steve takes a toke and blows it out the window, you see the effects take over his whole body and he relaxes just like yours did.

“Well done detective Henderson. I am no longer on my date, correct. Gold star for you.”

You throw one of your cushions at Steve’s face and take the joint from him and take a smaller toke this time.

“So go on tell me” you blow out the smoke out your window before settling on to your bed cross legged “what happened this time?”

You could secretly tell Steve was just dying for you to ask, as he places the joint on your ashtray and jumps from the window on to the bed next to you.

“Where do I even start D? I pick her up from her house, she makes me meet her Dad…”

“Sheesh…Pretty intense for a first date?”

“You’re telling me. Took her to Jo’s diner, and just gets weird from there. She says she’s not that hungry, but wants to eat my food. Starts talking about baby names for our kids whilst I’m eating and then starts screaming at me when I smile to the waitress”

“Damn…”

“The waitress was cute though. She helped get out of there pretty quickly thankfully”

“Wait you just left her there?”

“What am I supposed to do? She was crazy I need to get away!”

You burst out in laughter. “You really know how to pick ‘em Harrington”

Your friend looks over at you and then starts laughing himself, brushing his hand through his hair. “Don’t I just…”

He sighs before he carries on “What am I doing wrong D? I was THE Steve Harrington in high school, could have any girl I want… and now I’m nothing…”

You grab your friend’s shoulder. “You most certainly are not nothing. You are still THE Steve, you’re just going through a rough patch, thats all. I mean you’re an absolute catch for the ladies: You’re also the best babysitter around. Don’t know anyone else who can handle my baby bro like you.”

Steve laughs “yeah he’s definitely a handful… Thanks Daniela, you’re the best”

“That’s what friends are for.”

You both lie back on your bed, fully comfortable with each other and your platonic relationship. After a song changes on the vinyl, Steve turns to you:

“What about you, D?”

“What about me?”

“Well, we always talk about me and my… misadventures with the opposite sex. Or Robin and her pining. But never you?”

You sigh and get up to head to the window

“Oh cmon you can tell me anything Henderson!”

“Well you’re right, besides Robin is on to something and she will be bound to tell you soon so might as well…”

“So there is something to say? Or someone?”

You take a long toke of your joint for some courage. You blow out the smoke and picture your nerves leaving as well. Might as well open up to your friend. “Yes there is.”

You turn back towards the bedroom and see Steve look at you inquisitively and you chuckle at your friend’s eagerness. He loves this kind of stuff.

You lie back down and look up at your ceiling.

“I’ve had a crush on someone pretty much all of high school. I’ve managed it as it always felt… impossible. But today I had multiple run ins with them and well… it’s been really been fucking with my head.”

“Wow, listen if you wanted to tell me it was me, you only had to say”

You groan and throw the lighter at Steves face, but he catches it before impact and laughs. He asks tentatively:

“You gonna tell me who it is or am I meant to guess?”

You chuckle darkly “pipe down Steve, I’m obviously going to tell you. But if you say anything to anyone I will castrate you and there will be no little Harrington’s running around ever” Steve winces at the graphic image you painted. You let out a shudder and exhale before admitting your biggest secret.

“I have had a crush on Eddie Munson for years” The light headedness you felt was definitely not from the weed but from the relief of saying out loud something you have kept quiet for years. The moment was ruined by Steve’s reaction however.

“Seriously? Eddie Munson? Eddie The Freak?”

You hit your friend “why does everyone say that? Do you know him?”

“Not really, he was in one of my classes last year and just seemed to be a bit of a clown, always hanging out with his hellfire club…”

“And so that makes him a freak? I mean aren’t we freaks after the shit we went through last year? Breaking in to a top secret Russian bunker?”

“Ok fine you make a valid point. I shouldn’t judge so quickly, but I mean he is a drug dealer..”

“Is he?” You ask curiously, interest peaked but go back to your conversation “and what that’s worse than us using right now?”

“Ok fine Henderson. I guess I’m just shocked. Didn’t expect him to be the person”

“Why? It’s not like you have anything else to go on for me!”

“That’s true… you’ve never really shown an interest in that department though”

“Too busy trying to salvage your love life I guess”

“And pining for Munson apparently. I guess you and Robs have that in common”

You turn your head over to your friend. The weed is now just letting you blurt everything.

“It was always easier him being out of reach and me always being… the friend. No one really gave me a reason to explore anything else.”

Steve looks over at you with a frown “what do you mean”

You look away to not let him see you tear up.

“Look at me Steve, I’m perfectly average. I’m great as the friend but that’s all I’m destined to be. I mean it’s never bothered me until today really. Now that he knows who I am, it’s going to hurt even harder knowing my feelings will never be reciprocated…”

“You don’t know that, and you are amazing Daniela, you just don’t even know it!”

“Please Steve don’t lie. I love our friendship, but it only started because you wanted to get to know Nance, not me” Steve shuffles uncomfortably next to you so you grab his arm gently. “Which is absolutely fine, I wouldn’t want it anyways, neither did I back then.But I’m not meant to be the girl boys go for, especially not Eddie” Steve tries to hide a gag next to you and you roll your eyes and stifle a chuckle.

Steve sits up and looks down at you. “I hate that you see yourself like this. You’re one of the most badass woman I have ever met and deserve the world. I wish you could see what I see, and Eddie would be an absolute idiot to not see it as well. You’ve got to realise how amazing you are D. ”

“Oh my god stop it Steve” you try to hide your behind your hands. You realise this is why you prefer focusing on your friends rather than the other way around. When attention is on you and people are giving out compliments, it makes you feel extremely uncomfortable. You have never experienced compliments from your family growing up, so hearing it from friends now makes you unsure and nauseous.

“No. Tell me, why is this making you so uncomfortable ”

“We are not doing this”

“We are”

“I need another toke Jesus Christ”

You get up and head to the windowsill and light the joint again. Steve looks at you with his arms crossed. You both look at each other for a while and it dawns on Steve that you are feeling extremely uncomfortable when you start picking at your friendship bracelet and avoiding his stare. He smiles warmly at you and sits up.

“I can tell this is too much for you right now, but don’t think for a second I am letting this go Henderson. You’re lucky that I came here to talk about my terrible date. Now cmon, let’s get really high and laugh at my demise!”

You smile warmly at your friend and instantly relaxed. You loved that he knew this had started to get too much for you, and both of you clearly needed to let loose after a terrible Monday.

[jiraikwei]

i do feel like i had bad luck today because i didnt see her this morning

i expected to see her this morning ... i saw her yesterday morning walking the same route , it surprised me and i ended up looking in an awkward direction as we passed by eachother ( it always seems like we're passing by eachother and never walking the same direction ? ) im wondering if it was because im too early ..... yesterday i was early and i saw her though , so maybe she was the late one . yesterday i had come to the conclusion that i was going to have a good day because i saw her , and i did !! this girl in my first period asked to use some lotion and when i gave her mine she said things like " so this is why you smell so good every day " and " now i get to smell like ___ for the day " it made me really happy ! maybe thats really nothing to other people but i dont really talk to anyone at school so after that interaction i considered the day to be good . but today i didnt see her and ... my water botrle spilled everywhere . not jusf everywhere but a little backstory ; i was running late so i didnt properly check the cap to my water bottle before i out it in my backpack ( 70oz , i walk 50k steps everyday so i drink a lot of water aswell ) and it ended up spilling in first period . it didnt just spill a little bit . my 70oz water bottle went from basically full to only reaching 8oz . it was so embarassing !!! im a very quiet person so everybodys attention was on me !!!!!!!! we had to get a custodian and the girl at my table is so nice she took me to gef the custodian and made lighthearted conversation i think i wouldve freaked out a lot more if she hadnt spoken to me . qfter 1st period i went to the bathroom to cut , but as i thought my blade was too dull , so much bad luck ...... i think ill talk abt my complex towards blades and especially stealing them in another post . anyways i have some eyebrow razors coming in and those are sposed to be one - swipe - to - fat - layer so im excited . well not so much excited moreso curious ?

after the cutting thing didn't work i decided that when i get home i was gonna take a shot of vodka , sake or whiskey . whatever my parents have laying around . ive actually never had alcohol or drugs or vape or anything before , id consider myself somewhat of a sheltered kid honestly . generally i think today j was very overstimulated , i guess it was just too ' different ' from what im used to . but get this !! i saw her both at lunch and in the halls after i was skipping ( an assembly ) !! in fact i saw her twice during the latter because we both turned around and went to opposite way , making us pass by eachother again . i was ' following ' her , not in like a stalker way but i was pacing around already and she was technically going the direction of my classroom so .. but yeah she turned around ? while i was walking to my last class i didnt even see her ?! im hoping i was too early or something , i think the days where i dont see her im just too early because i think ? she comes down the stairs . ive been worrying that she might be avoiding me ..? i came to the conclusion that she doesnt really think about me to the volume i think about her but i do notice that the other day she seemed to be looking at me before i even saw her so maybe shes on alert ? which is horrible for me because yesterday she looked even nicer than usual in her cute sweater and i only got to get a .1 second glance from my peripheral . she often at least gives me a glance when i look at her which makes it kinda hard to get a proper look , im starving .... ive been trying to find her instagram but im unsure if she even has one . when i got home i took a good look at the alcohol cabinet but i decided against drinking anything ( im actually annoyed by how quickly my emotions change because by 3rd period i started feeling better out of nowhere .... which is good but i wanted to take a shot of whiskey )

in total i ended up seeing her about 3 times , record timelapse of about 30 minutes !!!

i went outside and the stars are really beautiful today , too

[gaeasun]

3, 8, 34 for beloved Twitch :)

Twitch Beloved!

3. What inspired you to make a certain character?

Ok so originally he was just supposed to be a background character in one of the first Star Wars fics I ever wrote. But then I started planning out my Protocol T10 fic and decided Tup should have someone to talk to about Dogma who wasn't in seniority or command over him. So I brought Twitch in and then I made him too beloved to ever let go.

8. Is there a certain song or playlist of songs you have that make you think of an OC/your story for them?

I rarely associate songs with characters but this song Not Gonna Die and Awake and Alive give me Twitch post 66 vibes.

34. What scene that you've written/imagined is your favorite?

Terra how dare you make me choose ;-;

This I technically haven't finished but it's part of an After the War piece

Rex kept both hands steady on the door. He knew by now how to open it just right so it didn’t make any noise. Everyone should be asleep by now. 

The light of a datapad shone from the table, and Rex frowned. Everyone should be asleep by now.

It was Twitch, he realized after a second of blinking blearily into the light. 

“Rex!” Twitch started, hastily flipping over the datapad. 

“Vod’ika, what are you doing?” Rex mumbled. “It’s late, and you left a few hours before I did.”

“Yeah, I just- yawn -wanted t’ look up some stuff on physical therapy for Echo, ‘nd s’more for Tup, ‘nd a thing for Dogma an-” he broke off with another yawn. 

Rex sighed. “Ok vod’ika, I think that’s enough. Let’s get you to bed.”

“I’m not done yet!” Twitch protested, but that meant nothing to Rex. Once he’d turned off the datapad, he slipped his arms under Twitch’s and hefted him towards his own bed for the night, despite the small noises of protest. 

Twitch was slumped and asleep before they even reached the bed. 

Rex quietly took both of their shoes off, but since Fives was staying with Echo at the Halls of Healing he didn’t worry about much noise escaping from behind the closed door. 

Once they were both ready for sleep (though Twitch had stayed conked out the whole time) he rolled into bed and tucked his vod’ika in close to his chest. 

Through his firm grip he could feel Twitch’s heartbeat. With all the turmoil of the day, he was glad to feel the steady sound of life. 

“Sleep well Twitch’ika,” he whispered, and pressed a soft kiss to the back of his head amidst the curly locks.

Twitch hummed in his sleep, and wriggled even closer to Rex. 

Rex chuckled, and let sleep claim him as well. 

Ok and there's also one more I really enjoy that isn't technically my fic but I let the author use Twitch. For a bit of context, Twitch has been permanently turned into a 5-year-old. Rex earlier offered to adopt him and Twitch was more than happy to accept.

He glanced down at Twitch. His heart just melted anytime he saw the boy’s face. At the moment, his eyes were closed, and he looked peaceful. Twitch had asked Rex to be his buir. He’d already been thinking of Twitch as his ad’ika the moment he’d laid eyes on him, but Twitch wanted it too.

Rex gently brushed the hair from Twitch’s face and his eyes blinked open. They just seemed to stare into his soul.

“Twitch’ika,” Rex said gently. “Are you sure you want me to be your buir?”

“Of course!” Twitch grinned, snuggling closer.

“Well…there’s a vow,” Rex said. “It would let me adopt you…officially.”

“Really?” Twitch’s eyes widened. “Can we do that?”

Rex smiled. “Only if that’s what you really want.”

Twitch nodded vigorously, a happy smile on his face. And it just felt like Rex’s heart would keep melting.

[mizutori-heiko]

Mizutori’s bakudeku fanfiction master list [complete works]

Really really good writing by these incredible authors. In no particular order! These are all Top!Bakugou and Bottom!Deku. If A/B/O dynamics then it’s Alpha!Bakugou and Omega!Deku. Yes, I have preferences.

Canon World – until 15k

What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? by reading_raindrop | 8,303 | Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would.

Oh right, you were a little sh*t by SaysiWrites | 5,653 | When Midoriya Izuku gets hit by an age-reversion Quirk, the last thing anyone expected to find out is that Toddler-Izuku is a little shit. Except for one Bakugou Katsuki, who has seen this phase one too many times already. (Bonus+ the entire Little Sh*t (Kidfic) series)

Do Not Disturb by surveycorpsjean | 10,010 | Apply enough force, and something is bound to break.

And Atlas fell by supercrunch | 15,185 | They move in together, after a while. Katsuki joins Best Jeanist and Izuku trains under Gran Torino. They still take comfort in each other every day, curl up in bed and kiss and talk about how life is going. Their live are tumultuous, after all, what with villains and training and rescuing people every week. It’s nice to have something certain. At the end of a day filled with violence and adrenaline, Izuku knows he can come home to someone concrete. It’s perfect. Being a hero is scary and grueling and uncertain, but this part is just right. And then, one day, a child dies in Izuku’s arms.

be loved by bonnia | 5,403 | The kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands.

Big Protein by Mysecretfanmoments | 13,683 | Bakugou Katsuki has a thriving hero career, an agent to manage his famous attitude, and absolutely zero romantic interest in anyone. With the exception of his favourite health food joint refusing to expand to his city, his life is pretty damn perfect—so why does a viral video revealing Deku's stash of dirty mags involving him and Deku together turn everything upside-down?

Chocolate cake and resin preserved flowers by Anoksun | 11,396 | Izuku loses his memories. Katsuki struggles not to lose Izuku too.

Twin Stars by theperksofbeinglarissa | 8,435 | When Deku saves a woman's life, her quirk is accidentally activated. Her quirk? She reveals a person's soulmate. A star-shaped mark appears on Midoriya's left arm... and on Bakugou's as well. Kirishima is the only one who knows that Bakugou is Midoriya's soulmate, and Bakugou isn't taking the news very well. Can the twin stars of class 1-A work out their differences and find their happy ending?

Unhealthy Fixations by Thesis | 12,522 | Izuku is an adult who knows better than to crush on his childhood bully. AND YET.

Like the Moon by osakakitty | 14,781 | Katsuki Bakugo is having constant, erotic dreams about Izuku Midoriya. He isn’t sure why, but they won’t go away. In order to make them stop, he needs to figure out what Izuku Midoriya means to him.

Worth a Second Shot by cinnabee | 13,080 | Katsuki and Izuku celebrate registering as a Hero Duo together with a big party. What could go wrong?

Like Something Out of A Shoujo Manga by Merrywetherweather | 2,971 | Deku ends up in a rather interesting quirk accident, one that triggers flag events as if he were the protagonist of an otome game.

Canon World – 15k++

Blood Moon by lalazee | 94,860 | The Thank-Fuck-We-Aren’t-Dead Sex had started then, and had never really stopped. Then came the feelings and the fights. The ego, the pride, the jealousy. And then there was Us.

The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh | 669,463 | During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan.

Just Like Breathing by MD_Daydreamer | 35,423 | Izuku got engaged. He didn't mind. If that made Uraraka happy, he could do it. He thought his life wouldn't change much.But then, Kacchan went to live in the USA.

briar roses (and hundred years of sleep) by vannral | 15,951 | In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.

"what's your type?" by sapphicflower | 20,192 | In order to increase their popularity rankings as up and coming pro heroes, Izuku and Katsuki participate in the most popular late night talk show for hero duos - ‘Heroes Rising!’. They’re killing it, obviously, because they know each other from inside and out. Until one question stumps the two of them: “What is your hero partner’s type?”

and it was Just Right by cinnabee | 23,759 | Katsuki spends two years post-graduation in a furious one-sided competition with his childhood friend and rival's promotional photos - until they finally run into each other, and, well. You shouldn't believe everything you see in magazines. A love story about size differences.

Notice Me, Nerd by useless_donut | 40,000 | Bakugou is in love with Midoriya. He doesn’t hide it, in fact it’s so painfully obvious that the entire class of 3-A has him figured out in a matter of months (days, in some cases). Too bad Midoriya is the most oblivious motherfucker out there, and Bakugou is too damn stubborn to actually ask him out. A love story as witnessed by the class of 3-A.

in your dreams, nerd! by sapphicflower | 37,639 | In a strange and unexpected set of circumstances, Izuku and Katsuki find themselves sharing their dreams together whenever they happen to fall asleep at the same time. Being hopelessly in love with each other, they don’t mind it all that much. What better way to spend time with your crush than in a stupidly vivid dream?

Hear Me by my_name_is_Levi | 22,419 | It wasn’t as if nightmares were uncommon for the freshman class of Yuuei. They’d seen plenty of things, heard and felt and witnessed enough travesty in their lives to last them a lifetime. But Midoriya Izuku was screaming, and no one, not even Bakugo Katsuki could ignore it.

Bridges by supercrunch | 18,018 | Bakugou is signed up for a Calvin Klein modeling gig. The thing is, they really do need the money. And Katsuki's technically the leader of this bunch of morons, so he finds himself taking the job even though his pride will never recover. And even though nobody thought to tell him that he'd be working with his ex-boyfriend. You know, the cute freckled guy from high school who went and broke his heart. So, yeah. This whole situation kind of sucks.

objective truth by mamalade | 15,390 | Izuku gets hit with a truth quirk, as one does. He seems to be handling it well—until Katsuki shows up.

catharsis by dollcewrites | 15,071 | It's been six years since Izuku graduated.It's been six years since he confessed to his childhood friend; his classmate and his inspiration. It's been six years since he deleted Bakugou's number, asked his friends not to mention the name, spent every last effort of his heart turning off the TV and averting his eyes from the newspapers. It's been six, long, long years since he gave up on Katsuki Bakugou ever loving him back.

Here here, my friends and me (You are my familia) by Jeka | 128,832 | Bakugou Katsuki has made a great job of ignoring the fact that he is tragically in love with Deku, someone who could never love him like that and let's face it, he doesn't deserve. Now that he can't ignore it anymore, he has to find a way to keep his childhood friend and move on for his own sake. Or so he had thought, maybe he can have Deku, after all. Izuku has everything he always wanted in life. But suddenly he has to navigate the most important relationship in his life through different eyes.

Canon World – Jealous! 

Hands Off by SaysiWrites | 7,140 | When a new girl at school starts flirting with Bakugou, his friends quickly become invested in the idea of their friend experiencing love - even if he doesn't seem at all interested in her. What they don't see is Midoriya fuming in the background. But how can he get rid of her when they've spent so long keeping their relationship a secret?

Surfaces by surveycorpsjean | 25,225 | Katsuki has a new girlfriend, but something isn't right. As impossible as it is, Izuku can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be called Katsuki's girl.

Green-Eyed Beast by SecretKiwi | 4,721 | Everyone wants a piece of Katsuki Bakugou, but they should beware of the Green-eyed beast always lurking close behind him.

Green with Envy by Sol_Morales707 | 2,611 | Izuku Midoriya is not as innocent and pure as everyone thinks he is. The truth was he was very jealous and willing to do anything for a certain blonde.

Happy Camper by Arysa | 7,074 | Wanting a break from the stress of dealing with the rookie Pro Hero grind, a handful of students from Class A decide to go on a camping trip. Izuku's excited to relax and catch up with everyone, especially Kacchan. But, well, Kacchan's... Kacchan. And dating Kirishima.

How to stop time: kiss by Teddingtons | 31,693 | Deku finally asks Uraraka out. Everyone's supportive except Bakugou who can't even look him in the eye. Deku seeks him out after and is hit with truth.

What I Deserve by s_the_queen | 16,671 | When Izuku starts dating a student in General Studies, everyone is happy for him. She's super sweet and really caring. But something doesn't sit right with Katsuki.

Deku's Already Fucking Taken by asdfjkl129 | 20,704 | 5 times people don't realize that Deku is already in a very happy relationship and try their hand at asking him out, and then in Bakugou's unique and special style, get very firmly corrected, +1 time where no correction is needed.

His by sister_elric | 6,206 | Izuku would like to consider himself a pretty level headed individual. Sure, he had the occasional tunnel vision, especially when it came to training. And hero work. And Kacchan. But, overall, Midoriya felt as though he typically kept his cool. Well, maybe that was a stretch. But, at the very least he could understand his own emotions. So, it surprised even him when an unfamiliar emotion coursed through him as a first year approached his boyfriend, Katsuki.

Down the Red Line by MinervaHope | 7,804 | Izuku has been able to see the red strings of fate since birth. It's no surprise that his is connected to Katsuki.

Canon World – Fake Relationship Goes Wrong

how he should’ve known (and how it turned out) by vannral | 43,918 | In which Katsuki and Izuku pretend to be a couple to avoid journalists, the plan backfires magnificently because of course it does, and the act goes on. Includes feelings, pining, domestic fluff and jealousy.

Vicious by feelslikefire | 105,173 | Midoriya and Bakugou wind up in the very last position either of them thought they'd be in: Hero Partners. It's not fun, but they learn to cope. Their first big assignment together takes them undercover to infiltrate a cult, but the situation turns out far more sinister than they first thought.

What I can never tell you by Mikacrispy | 27,067 | After living in the US for 5 years, Izuku returns to take care of a concussed Bakugou who believes they're engaged. Now, Izuku has to pretend he's in a relationship with the man he's loved for most of his life, knowing that it's just a matter of time until Katsuki gets better and realizes it's all a lie.

Not-Dating by MiraChaDoodles | 14,290 | Katsuki takes Deku on a not-date to save his career, only to find himself wishing it were real.

we'll do the things that lovers do by ethereals | 29,544 | Izuku gets an invitation to Shouto's wedding and Katsuki is PISSED that he asks Kirishima to be his date (also he wasn't even fucking invited

Canon World – Friends With Benefits (?) 

Four Times Bakugou Katsuki Doesn't Intend to Sleep With Midoriya Izuku (And the One Time that He Does) by fallingraine85 | 17,601 | He hadn’t planned for any of this. He isn’t about to go delving into the ball of yarn that is Midoriya Izuku’s heart; he isn’t equipped to try and untangle and make sense of it all. He isn’t about to try to analyze how he’s feeling about all of this, either.... How many times can you repeat the same mistake?

We Wear Chains on the Weekend by surveycorpsjean | 35,086 | Well, in a day of revelations, it turns out that Izuku isn't as vanilla as Katsuki previously thought. Unfortunately, that fascinating discovery is overshadowed by Izuku's dumbassery, because he has zero concept of aftercare."Don't go to anyone else," Katsuki says, because screw it. He can do a better job anyways. Or; Katsuki finds Izuku on a bad drop.

Just for Now by Shiro_Kabocha | 48,135 | Katsuki's parents are out of town over a school break and to keep him from getting up to any shenanigans, they ask Izuku to house sit with him. What are two teenaged boys to do when left alone to their own devices? (Bonus+ the entire Just for Love series)

safe in the darkness by yoonskisses | 20,855 | Izuku and Katsuki had been meeting up secretly for months, with absolutely no feelings involved. Or so Katsuki thought at least. The dorm gossip about Ochaco and Izuku's new relationship seemed to set a spanner in the works for their arrangement.

Alternative Universe – No Quirks

Bluebird by EtherealBeing | 53,108 | Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact. However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

Someone Borrowed by mynameis152 | 138,996 | It felt like hours that he stared at Izuku, coming to terms with the fact that a man, his childhood best friend, whom he hadn’t seen since their senior year of high school, was there in front of his very eyes. Then his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched before he uttered through gritted teeth the very name Izuku had longed to hear for years. “Deku.”

Dark Side of the Sun by Synnie | 51,598 | Staying up too late playing video games, Kirishima wasn't expecting to get an urgent call begging for help. Next thing he knew, he was letting his classmate Izuku Midoriya take refuge in his apartment - without consulting his always angry roommate.

Manage Me by Justaperson1718 | 10,756 | Izuku becomes Katsuki’s model agent.

Don't Set Your Drink Down by Crandberrycrush | 88,424 | With sudden clarity Izuku realized he had broken the first rule of going out. Never leave your drink unattended.

Livewire by pretty_rekless | 18,160 | Per Ochako's request, Izuku downloads a gay dating app in hopes to finally find a partner. Except every single one of his leads keep ghosting him or standing him up... That is until one hot, fiery blond enters the chat. Grindr/Tinder AU fic.

Drinking Watermelon by warschach | 8,906 | Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Precious Pet by Mikacrispy | 6,379 | When broke college student Midoriya Izuku found a job that offered lodging, food, and good pay for four hours of work each day, he thought it was too good to be true. But he called anyway. Turns out all he has to do is to be the spoiled little puppy of a rich businessman.

Our Eleven Summers by Dark_Mage_Ayumu | 34,472 | The first time Katsuki met Izuku was when he was eight. For the next eleven years, Izuku changed his life, and no one even knew. Their relationship was something they shared in secret.

sticky note crushes by ladyofsnails | 3,239 | Katsuki hates his roommate. The green-haired, freckled, artsy son of a bitch with his dumb pun t-shirts and paint-stained hands he can’t fucking keep to himself. Katsuki can’t leave a single assignment or paper out in his room because that idiot will just grab anything to draw on it. He’s like a shark that can’t stop swimming else it’ll die – he can’t stop drawing. Ever.

Don't Play Pretend by SweetSide | 10,103 | Actor AU: Deku and Bakugou get the leading roles for an upcoming TV Drama. They weren’t aware that they would be working with each other for who knows how long. It would’ve been completely fine if they weren’t exes.

97.6 FM by jamjars | 32,249 | Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Read {between} Your Lines by greatcloudninja | 52,252 | Midoriya Izuku, up-and-coming actor, has finally hit his big break (...), Bakugou Katsuki, who has been acting for over twenty years.However, Bakugou seems to have it out for Izuku, leading to tension both on and off set. When some incriminating photos surface, the studio suggests (...): having Bakugou and Midoriya fake a relationship to get ahead of the rumors. 

I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts by PassingShadow | 5,522 | Izuku is a professional cuddler and Katsuki is his new client that’s just a little rough around the edges, and needs a natural healing touch.

Alternative Universe – Quirkless Deku

A Good Old-Fashioned Tattoo AU by lalazee | 14,437 | After their paths had split, Bakugou & Deku meet again as adults. While Bakugou begins to repent for the kid he used to be, he also starts to prove himself as he the man he is now.

Call Me a Safe Bet (I'm Betting I'm Not) by WTTTD | 10,803 | He wished he had some sort of heads up before seeing Deku again for the first time after nearly two years, looking like the essence of a lazy Sunday, smiling and surrounded with brand new, adoring friends. It was a little fitting that Katsuki burned for him so badly. (Support Department Deku)

In Which Kacchan Has a Ruff Time by OneshotPrincess | 14,511 | Bakugou Katsuki gets quirked into a dog, gets adopted by an unknowing Izuku and generally has a very rough few days full of realizations

While You Were Sleeping by Belkacaramelka (annabelleg) | 71,197 | The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Let Me Assist You Personally by Seeress | 32,806 | Izuku is long-suffering Personal Assistant to #1 Pro Hero Dynamight.Dynamight can't keep a PA to save his career. They all quit crying after a few days weeks. Enter, Izuku—with enough money problems to brave the jaws of the cranky beast. Childhood friend turned glorified paid slave. Somehow it all works out. ‘Kill them with kindness’, his mom had told him once. If that were true, Bakugou Katsuki would be stone-cold dead by now.

Smile For The Camera by kurokonekokilled | 19,179 | Midnight has a cam site, home to millions of users, but one catches Katsuki's eye when he goes scrolled through it in search for something to help him release a little stress. A live stream and the best orgasm of his life later, his wallet is lighter, and he might be almost as obsessed with this Deku guy as the cam boy is with him.

Just Like The Comics by brichibi | 24,935 | Where Izuku works at a comic book shop because that’s as close to a hero as he’s gonna get, and Katsuki plays the part of heroic ex-boyfriend who is good at everything except winning Izuku back... maybe

Alternative Universe – Quirks

Get on my Level by Mikacrispy | 92,273 | Bakugou Katsuki is a Pro Hero whose boss demands him to take an intern. Midoriya Izuku is a UA student who needs an internship. When the two of them are put together, they learn about what it truly means to be a Hero and what it means to be in love.

A/B/O – Secret! Baby

Home by Emerald2402 | 87,214 | Midoriya Izuku left Japan in a rush, moving to America without a word to anyone else. But then almost 11 years later he arrives back Home and Bakugou Katsuki's Alpha is furious. Fuck that, Bakugou is furious, because Midoriya Izuku, an omega he tasted one time, has been keeping a very big, very blonde haired, green eyed secret.

Those Under the Same Stars by PerpetuallyPerturbed | 325,553 | When Katsuki Bakugo left Izuku Midoriya five years ago, he thought it was for forever. He put aside dreams and wishes of the omega to focus on his career. He was going to be the best hero, after all. He couldn't have an omega getting in his way. So when he's stopped on the streets one day by a pup begging for help for his mom, he isn't prepared to face what he gave up, and what the consequences of his actions were. (Quirkless Deku)

A/B/O – Quirks

Mark Me. Make Me Yours. by decadentbynature | 10,062 | Midoriya is the only Omega at UA and he's been hiding it well but there's one issue that threatens to expose him: his attraction to an Alpha, Bakugo. After being told to give some paperwork to Bakugo, Midoriya lets him into his dorm room and is immediately overwhelmed by his scent. Unable to help himself, he gives in to his urges, only to be discovered by Bakugo but instead of becoming enraged, Bakugo decides to give Midoriya exactly what he wants

Claim Me by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 114,449 | Being an Alpha has nothing to do with Katsuki's success as a Pro-Hero, the same way Deku's Omega status hasn't kept him from becoming Number Two. Secondary gender doesn't mean anything nowadays and “mating” is an antiquated practice. So when Izuku, his rival, asks Katsuki to Claim him in the middle of the night, there is only one logical thing to say. “What the fuck?”

Change of Plans by Mikacrispy | 185,965 | Alpha Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki never planned to get married to some random omega but what he wants isn't an option anymore. One for All wielder Midoriya Izuku has suffered injustice too many times and doesn't plan in allowing his secondary gender to dictate how he must live his life. Falling in love was never in the plans.

Going Feral For You by ANGIE_fic | 17,977 | Bakugou has an aggression problem that might have to do with his Alpha. His job is on the line because of it. So what do you do with a pent up Alpha? Yes.Rut. (Quirkless Izuku)

i live for you, i long for you by jeonjeonggukkkkkie | 19,165 | The five times Izuku hinted he wants Katsuki to spend his next heat with him, and the one time Katsuki took the hint.

Baby's First Bloom by ContraryBee | 44,945 | Izuku blooms for Katsuki one warm day in their third year of middle school. What follows is both boys learning about themselves, their bond, and the society they live in.

As Fate Would Have It by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 88,737 | Katsuki Bakugo had plenty of reasons why he wasn't mated yet, not that he was going to explain why to just anyone. But now, Ground Zero was running out of time. If he didn't find someone soon, he'd lose his position as a Pro-Hero and he'd never get to be #1. So, when he finds out there's a male Omega recently arrested for prostitution that's headed to prison if he too doesn't get a mate…well it must be fate. (Quirkless Izuku)

A/B/O – No Quirks

Gravity by warschach | 71,477 | Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round.Not that he cares, pfft. (Fine, he cares.)

Nine Months by greatcloudninja | 23,303 | Omega Midoriya Izuku connects with Alpha Bakugou Katsuki through an online singles ad. Izuku pays Katsuki to help him with his heat, ending up pregnant in the process. What follows is a pregnancy filled with ups and downs, but whatever hurdles come their way, they can make it through together.

The long dark by Ominous-Anonymous (Ominonymous) | 13,289 | He could have been really dangerous. He could be a fucking murderer for all he knew. But Izuku Midoriya, ever the reckless daredevil, was not thinking of that when he got into a car with a complete stranger. Completely ignoring the part where his mother always taught him to never gets into cars with alphas he didn't know...

[wizkiddx]

work with me

this is for @worldoftom 'lolbrosgetsicktoo' challenge event thing - go check it out bcos lots of much better writers have got involved too✨! I'm v new to these things but I tried :) the prompt was: 'would you quit whining and just get in the bath' . (also look at me acc posting sort of regularly, who'd of thought?!?!)

warnings: sickness / fever (more dramatic than it needs to be) / LOTS of medical inaccuracies

summary: when tom doesn't take advice and ends up very ill, very far from home, there's one person whose stuck dealing with it

“Please Tom… I need you to work with me!”

It wasn’t his fault he was being a complete nightmare, though your patience was wearing off somewhat.

For context, you were in Morocco, where he had been filming part of his next film, which only made trying to take care of him that bit harder.

Everyone got ill sometimes. It wasn’t his fault.

That was the mantra ringing through your head, even if you had a more challenging time believing it. Tom wasn’t stupid, as much as he liked to joke about it. HOWEVER, what he was less good at was heeding warnings. He was a white boy in Morrocco; the health and safety briefing had literally been aimed at him. Had he taken the advice not to eat any dodgy looking meats at the market?

Of course not; that’d be boring.

Everyone else was fine. You’d all sampled Morroccos culture without giving yourselves the worst case of food poisoning you’d ever witnessed. But not Tom - possibly one of the only ‘indispensable’ people on the set. If you, or one of the minor characters, or even the director, had got ill - the show could continue.

When you’d been rudely awoken by your phone going off, you’d known instantly. It was as if you’d told him not to take a bite out of the weird burger once you were away from the eager view of the street vendor. Sure enough, with bleary eyes, you hissed at the brightness of the phone screen before seeing ‘Tom H’ on the screen.

“Y/n?” His voice was croaky, but just from the single call of your name, it was clear he was feeling sorry for himself.

“Are you okay? It’s late T.”

“Um I… can you come over? You…you might need the key I’m - um- in the bathroom.”

As his stylist, it technically wasn’t part of your job description to also be mother when he was sick, but (unfortunately for you) after the 3 years working side by side with him - you were also friends.

Which you were almost regretting by the second time rinsing the toilet bowl clean after he’d evacuated what seemed to be the majority of his vital organs into it. Honestly, it was impressive how he managed to keep going.

That had been at around 4 in the morning- the doctor had been called at 8, coinciding beautifully with his 5th toilet extravaganza. Once the doctor had confirmed your original, if completely unqualified, diagnosis of food poisoning - you hadn’t been able to bite your tongue. Perhaps an ‘i told you so’ might’ve slipped past your lips, but Tom was a bit too out of it to argue back.

You’d been given firm advice from the doctor - he said little sips of water, rest and control his temperature. It all had seen pretty simple - though the action? Not so much.

It wasn’t his fault, yet Tom was not super compliant. You and Harry had both been taking turns in practically forcing him to take sips of water, having to turn off ‘modern family’ till he did. The blackmail had put you both in his bad book.

Honestly, thank the lord Harry was here too. You’d woken him up at seven, begging for help and since then, you’d tagged teamed. While one was looking after Tom, the other was phoning the director, the doctor, and the crew to inform them of the current situation.

Again, of all people. Why’d it have to be Tom?

Mainly because you knew how mortifying he found this. He didn’t like people fussing over him, never had. He liked to work hard, liked to make people happy - definitely didn’t like to feel a burden. Perhaps what made him feel ten times worse was that he knew he was inconveniencing the whole production team massively.

And yes, as you’d unhelpfully reminded him, it was ‘his fault’.

The lavish hotel room, big bathroom and pretty efficient AC still didn’t manage to mask the pungent in-the-back-of-your-throat smell from the bathroom. At the doctor’s advice, who had been a little concerned at Toms fever, Harry had cranked the AC on high. It had forced you to steal one of Tom’s big hoodies and a pair of joggers- you hadn’t left his room since he first called you, still wearing your tiny pyjama shorts and an old tee.

“Please turn the air con off.” His little voice whined from where he was lying, huddled up under the covers. Perched on the other side of the double bed, but over the covers with your laptop on his lap, you could actually feel him shivering with the chills. It felt like you were torturing the poor boy.

“T you know I can’t. It’ll make your fever worse.” The way he looked up at you, like a little Labrador that you were refusing to pet, actually pained your heart.

Okay, so yes it was his fault, but you weren’t mad, you just felt so awful for him.

“Please I’ll- I’ll pay you more.” His voice was hoarse; though he denied a sore throat, it sounded like the constant sickness was burning his windpipe.

“Tommm” you pouted, sticking your bottom lip out “I don’t want your money, want you to get better.”

Apparently giving up, brown eyes shot you the filthiest look in disappointment, rolling to face away from you. You thought he was giving you the silent treatment in a huff, but instead, he was praying on the weaker one.

“Harry, I’ll buy you that set of golf clubs-“

“NO!” You had to interrupt before Harry would say yes - because from the way his younger brother shot up from the arm chair, he was about to. Scowling eyes slowly focused back on you in annoyance, making you huff - shutting the laptop and kneeling on the bed to face him. After pressing the back of your palm to his forehead, which was scorching hot, you sighed. “I know you feel shitty and I’m so so sorry but I’m trying to make you better. So shut up, drink this and go to sleep!”

Like a child scorned, you received another death glare however, then he complied, taking a sip of the water you offered before lying back - huddling even tighter.

And it had been relatively peaceful for a few hours; Tom seemed to be getting some sleep - even if he was tossing and turning. Eventually, a prescription that the doctor had requested worked its way through the system, Harry getting a text to say he could go pick it up. The nearest pharmacy was probably a 30 minute drive from the hotel, so he left as soon as.

This left you alone with Tom, where the situation only descended into more chaos.

Almost as soon as Harry had left, Tom had stirred with a grunt. All it took was one look at his face for you to know. Both of you leapt up and flew into the toilet, Tom once again getting very familiar with the Moroccan toilet bowl.

This time though, when he had leant backwards, he’d sort of lost control and flopped most the way - you catching him before he could hit his head on the tiled floor.

“Woah, easy there!” It wasn’t like he’d passed out, but the look in his eye as he slumped into your lap… he wasn’t all there either. “Hey Tom… you with me? Tom?”

Lazily he blinked up at you, not really replying except for groans of half-formed words.

Deciding this had all got a bit direr, you almost sprinted back into the room, grabbing your phone and returning. He was still on the floor, his thumb and first finger pressing into each eye - groaning again.

“Hey Tom? I’m gonna call the doctor you need anything?” He whined in response, stopping only when you stroked his sweaty hair back, most of your attention on dialling the correct number.

The solution he’d given wasn’t pretty: Tom’s fever was too high hence why he was all woozy and groany. Until the doctor could get over with the stronger medications, you needed to lower his temperature in other ways or take him to hospital. He’d absolutely hate hospital, but the other choice? Boy, was he not going to like it either.

Ignoring Tom’s croaked question of what you were doing, you busied yourself switching on the bath taps. You let the water run until it was the right (very mild) temperate, then turned back to Tom, who’d managed to work himself up to sit against the sink unit.

“The doctor says you need it.” His brain was foggy, his mind was slow but your tone told him enough to know something was wrong with the bath. “Just take your clothes off and then I’ll help you-“

“Absolutely fucking not.” Good. He was still with it enough to argue.

“I am just as uncomfortable as you are Tom, but we both know you can’t stand up without fainting, so you are going to need my help.”

“Y/n!”

“Keep your boxers on and it’s just like a fitting! I’ve seen you have those before!”

It was clear as day just how emasculated he felt, especially because he knew you were right. Sitting up at this current moment was a push; there was no way he was getting in the bath without some help. Defeatedly he nodded, but gave you a piercing look to turn around before he started wiggling himself out of the flannel pyjama trousers and light cotton t-shirt. Most confusingly, he still felt freezing cold, yet he had long since learned not to argue with you - especially when your justification came from the advice of a doctor.

Your cue to turn around came in the form of an extra angry-sounding grunt- the look you got when you did wasn’t much better either. It was a weird contrast, though, having someone who physically appeared so indestructible (a superhero for crying out loud); to have been absolutely beaten to a pulp by a few mouth fulls of weird meat. You had seen his bare torso before, although it still wasn’t something easy to get used to - making you clench your teeth together just slightly. A very welcome view.

Perhaps you looked just a little too long at the man who was technically your boss, hunched angrily on the floor in nothing but his calvins - another grunt shaking you out of it. By now, the bath was almost full and you hurried to shut off the water, feeling your cheeks heat up as you cursed silently to yourself.

“Okay come on, gimme your arm.” Begrudgingly Tom followed your request, slinging his arm heavily over your shoulder as you crouched beside him. As strong as he looked, you knew right now he felt powerlessly weak - all that muscle was just going to be almost dead weight.

Now it was your turn to grunt and groan as you pulled Tom up to stand, him focusing on blinking away the headrush he got.

“Come on T work with me here.” Getting him to the side of the bath wasn’t too difficult, the issue came when he stepped with one foot into the bath and yelped, instantly withdrawing as if it was a literal ice bath.

The sudden movement had you both losing balance, ending with Tom sitting on the edge of the bath and you leaning over him, in between his legs, and slapping your hand on the wall opposite purely so you both didn’t end up in the bath.

“Tom!”

“It’s like ice water!”

“Its lukewarm like the doctor said!”

“It is not its from the fucking arctic!”

“Oh for god sake!” Exasperated, you paced up and down the bathroom shaking your head at his ridiculousness. This was ALL. HIS. FAULT.

You came back to him with an ultimatum.

“It’s this or the doctor said I had to drag your ass to hospital.”

“Nooooooo.” The 25 year old seemed to convert into a whiny three year old again.

“Those are the two options. So will you PLEASE quit complaining and get in the bath.”

Keeping up the toddler persona, Tom huffed but reluctantly nodded in agreement - you had come up trumps. It didn’t stop him yelping when you helped to lower him in. His breath was shaky, as a response to the ‘cold’, but he was firming it. At least when you felt his forehead after a couple of minutes, it certainly seemed as though the fever was starting to ease off .

“You can go if you want.” His voice was murmured and as you looked up at him, he did his very best to avoid your gaze.

“Not a chance, if you drown on my watch, Nikki will never forgive me.” At the very least he seemed to appreciate your joke, scoffing a little with a small nod. “If you don’t want me here I get it. As soon as Harry’s back, I’ll swap with him.”

“No! It’s not that its… I’m just an ass when I’m ill.”

“A self aware ass, though.” Again he chuckled a little, as you folded your arms on the edge of the porcelain tub, resting your head lying to one side. “You had me pretty scared there for a moment, you know?”

He nodded a little, creating a wave of ripples in the water which you watched to avoid his gaze - which you knew was tracing all your features inquisitively.

“Hey it’s in the job description, always a bit dramatic... I’m sorry though I should never of called you- don’t know why I didn’t just get Harry.” In response you tutted, taking a moment to lean up and push his sweaty curls back a bit.

Just because you could, it was allowed in this moment.

“’m glad you did.”

“Yeh me too” He sighed, eyes fluttering shut in the easy silence of the bathroom. You kept a vigilant eye on him for the next 20 minutes, checking the temperature of his forehead using the back of your hand, whilst he seemed to finally get a bit of proper restbite, appearing like the worst had passed. You had no idea what was taking Harry so long; in fact it was the doctor that arrived first- who you ran to let in (not wanting to leave Tom asleep in the bath one bit).

Whilst the doctor did all his checks, taking his temperature properly this time, satisfied that it was much more manageable. He still wanted to set him up with some oral rehydration rescue packs to get his hydration status a bit better and give some anti-sickness tablets and antipyretics.

Having actually been getting some rest before all the prodding and poking, Tom was back to being a grumbling dick - now not wanting to leave the bath (the irony was real - making you roll your eyes). Once again, he appeared embarrassed to have you see him like this, so you left the doctor to help him get out and changed- instead going down to reception to get a fresh set of sheets, as he’d done a pretty impressive job of sweating through the old ones.

Even if tired and grumpy, when Tom exited the bathroom, he looked much better - he was walking himself without the doctor’s help. Which honestly was such a relief because when he had passed out on you, you genuinely were terrified. Thankfully the doctor stayed for the next 20 or so minutes, which was just when Harry returned with a bag of medications - which were now wholly redundant, given the doctor had already supplied everything.

“What happened?” Harry asked you in a hushed voice, whilst Tom was distracted with getting his medications. Recounting the story of Tom pretty much passing out, Harry grimaced for you, then launching over to give you a tight hug.

“Are you okay?” That was a novel idea, you hadn’t really thought about yourself at all - but honestly, you were a bit shaken, having been running on adrenalin for most of the night.

“I-uhm… yeh I think so… just-just was a bit scared, I guess? Felt bad too because he didn’t want me there but-“

“I can promise you Y/n, he did want you there. Just probably embarrassed he wasn’t all manly and that…” With a nod, you smiled softly at the frizzy-haired boy.

Whilst working with Tom, it also meant getting pretty close to his younger brother. The two Hollands were almost attached at the hip, which you were very much okay with.

It was weird though... your relationships were completely different. Harry was just your brother, through and through. He wound you up like a sibling but also knew you as if he had your whole life. With Tom… it wasn’t that. Arguably, you were closer to Tom, but on a different level. It was more exciting, more nerve-wracking and heartwarming all at the same time. Honestly, you couldn’t get your head around it properly.

“Hey, you’re probably shattered. Why don’t you go back to your room and get some sleep? I got it in here.” You knew Hary was trying to offer something nice, and now all the excitement had worn off, you were unbelievably shattered. But you didn’t like the idea of not being there, as a just in case.

“Uhm, I think I might just stay, you know?” And he did, with a deliberate, knowing smile, he nodded.

He knew you were worried. He knew Tom had really really scared you. He also knew how much you cared about his brother.

Just like how Harry knew Tom wanted you there, even if he felt embarrassed. Well, anyone would- when you are passing out half-naked in front of the one person that really matters.

It was just at this point that the doctor was done, giving Harry instructions about the rest of the day, when you made a beeline for the bed. Tom was propped up against the headboard, still with a pale sullen look and tired eyes, but a bit less clammy and more human. He cracked a smile as you crawled up onto the other side of the bed, kneeling next to him.

“How’re you doin’?”

“All drugged up, just feel fucking exhausted.” Instinctively you reached up to feel his forehead, really appreciating the fact it felt almost normal.

“Join the club mate, I had a 5am wake up call too.” You almost whispered, intending to make Tom laugh, but instead only getting a pout.

“I am sorry, a-are you going to go back to your room?”

“Nah” Tom’s eyes didn’t light up, except the fact that they very much did. “Can’t trust you not to get into trouble while I’m gone Holland.”

“Thanks.” He laughed weakly before shimmying down on the bed, so he was much more comfortable. “And thankyou, I-I’m sorry I’m a dickhead and made your life-“

“Shut up Tom!” Laughing, you lightly slapped his arm, also leaning down on the bed, so you were lying facing him. “You’re all feverish; go to sleep before you say something stupid.”

There was a long pause, Tom just gazing deep into your eyes, because he was pretty sure what he was thinking was nothing to do with the dodgy unidentified meat he’d had the evening before.

“What... like asking you out?”

…..

“Maybe that wouldn’t be so stupid.”

~~~~im really not sure how I feel about this one, let me know what you thought ;) ~~~~

tagging: @lovehollandy12 @hallecarey1 @crossyourpeter@hollandfanficlove

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•Porcelain Obsession•

Summary: Tamaki has a problem, a bad problem. He's obsessed, he's desperate, and he'll do whatever it takes to have you the way he wants you.

Pairing: Pro Hero Yandere Tamaki Amajiki x Reader (both 18+)

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, noncon voyeurism, mild manipulation and sabotage, mild coercive behavior, male masturbation, panty theft, male ejaculation, cum eating. It's just real graphic, strap in.

A/N: I am hopeless, this will have a second part that will be so much more sinful with gratuitous tentacle content. Just tagged those that interacted with the posted about this fic as usual. This little series was inspire by a tiktok I saw, and I'm literally writing it for the sake of putting one zinger of line in it lol.

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJbubhQN/

Word Count: 4,184

Part Two: Love Me Tender

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Stunning, astounding, enchanting. You're an angel, you have to be. That's the only explanation for the way you shine, surrounded by some ethereal glow.

Tamaki Amajiki has a problem. No, it's not a problem, it's completely normal to fall in love, he's under a spell. He can't be blamed for it, he never stood a chance. Although, most people would call this a problem, but only people who don't understand.

An ignorant person would have seen him watching you from around the corner for weeks, following you to your house after work under the cover of darkness, and finally, finally getting a glance into your window at night and label him as obsessed or disturbed. He should have felt dirty for that, but he didn't, not even close. He felt almost holy.

He felt like some chosen follower that was allowed to witness a sacred ritual. He watched you all evening with immeasurable reverence. He took note of the way you ate, how intently you read, but his favorite part was watching you settle into your bed and fall asleep.

As soon as he saw it the first time, it became an addiction. Watching your body curl around your pillow, clutching the fabric as you snuggled into it. How sweet you looked, so soft, so innocent. It made his chest ache, it made him feel starved. He had to have you, smell you, feel you.

That was nearly three months ago. Now, he watches you every chance he gets. The days he doesn't get to, he feels like a pitiful addict going through withdrawal. He has to at least speak with you, know your voice, see your skin up close.

During his patrol around the city he comes to the conclusion that it has to be today. He feels like he's losing breath without knowing you, captured by your existence but suffocated by the distance. He will have you, he will do whatever it takes.

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At your age, you should at least have a friend or two, maybe go out on friday, possibly even work another job. None of that ever seems worth it, not worth the time or the money or the effort to pretend you enjoy it. Here you stay, stuck somewhere in between discontent for your situation and the refusal to do anything about it.

You only have a half hour left of your shift, everyone else has gone home and you’ve been left to do dishes and lock up, as usual. You huff and puff around the shop as you complete the final closing tasks. Anybody else could have stayed and closed, they probably should have too, considering how often you shut down by yourself so they can all go home.

Naturally, you jumped at the opportunity to stay late, where else are you going to go? Certainly not on a date or out with friends. You feel slightly better about making money while you burn the hours away, so you always end up here.

The sun has set already, leaving the illumination of the shop to the awful fluorescent lights that hang from the ceiling. It’s all so mundane, so simple, so dreadfully boring.

Then the bell above the door jingles.

You roll your eyes and throw your rag into the sink, the sign says closed. Why don’t people read? You huff out of the kitchen and into the serving area.

“Hey, sorry but we’re closed right now, we open again tomorrow-” You freeze, it can’t be him, it has to be some cosplayer, some wannabe.

“I’m sorry, I just- my phone died while I was on patrol and I needed to call my boss to let them know I was finished for the day. I was hoping there would be a phone in here that I could use.” His voice is so timid, so unsteady. It doesn’t sound anything like you would imagine the voice of a pro hero to sound.

You try to stay uninvolved with any hero business, all of the flashy quirks and the gossip and the drama. The theater of it bores you to tears, and you lack respect for anyone that uses their ability to save lives as a tool for gaining popularity. You find most heroes to be so incredibly irritating. Most of them, except one.

Suneater, the emerging pro hero that has been the focus of all of your thoughts lately. You've only seen glimpses of him in the news, seen his face on the back page of a magazine, or heard his name from other people. Any evidence of his existence rapidly became precious to you. You are not some hopeless fangirl, you do not collect merchandise or follow him around and beg for autographs.

You admire him, his subtlety, how genuinely different he is from all the other heroes. He isn’t some attention whore, he isn’t some pretty boy that’s always posing for fan service. His quirk is so unique and powerful, unparalleled by any hero on the charts right now. He’s a real hero, and so much of you wanted him to be your hero.

There he stands, right in front of you, in your shop, asking you for help. He’s far more beautiful than you could have possibly anticipated. He’s all porcelain skin and inky hair, deep indigo eyes pear out from under his magnificent hood. He stands so tall, yet comes across so reserved. He’s spectacular, he’s an angel, he has to be.

“Of- of course, it’s in the back, follow me.” You say, motioning for him to come around the corner with you as you tuck back into the kitchen.

“Thank you, this is very kind of you.” He says as he follows, cape swishing behind him as he moves. You don’t know, you can’t possibly know, how badly he wants to take you into his arms and finally know what your body feels like against his, how he wants to bury his face in your hair and inhale your scent. If he could get away with it, he would, oh how he would feel every inch of you. He can’t though, not yet. He has to be careful, he has to be smart.

I will have her, and she’ll have me.

“It’s no problem, it sucks to be stuck without a phone. I’m happy to help.” You say as you round the corner to your shop’s makeshift break room.

It’s not even a room really, just a corner tucked away with a phone on the wall and a few chairs around a cheap foldable table.

You turn to him and motion to the phone awkwardly, heat settling in your chest and all over your skin. Your heart races and you can feel your palms turning wet.

“Take as much time as you need, did you uh- are you hungry?” You ask, “I’m technically closed, but I can only imagine how hungry you are after a whole day patrolling, I could throw something together for you?”

God, you’re so sweet.

“Oh no, you d-don’t need to do that, I can eat at home.” He insists, your mind fixates on the way he stutters, the way his eyes dart down and his feet shift as he talks.

“I would like to. Please? If you’ll let me?” You say softly, heart pounding even faster when he shifts towards you slightly.

How perfect you are, already asking for permission…

“Are you sure, I really don’t want to create more work for you.” He says, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His gaze makes it hard to swallow, he looks at you so intently, you almost feel like you don’t have enough clothing on.

“No! I promise you won’t be. You’d also be missing out on the best takoyaki around if you didn’t let me, and that would be a tragedy.” You say, trying to entice him with your bold claim.

“Well I g-guess, if you put it that way.” He offers you a trace of a smile.

“I’ll get started while you make your call.” You say as you move to squeeze past him in the narrow hall. As you slide by, there’s a brief, precious moment where you stand inches from each other. You don’t dare look up at him as you skate by, You know your legs will fail you if you meet his eyes while standing so close, and you can’t risk the embarrassment of dropping to your knees in front of a stranger, even if he is a hero,

He doesn’t say a word, simple stalks towards the phone as you glide down the rest of the hallway and into the kitchen.

You slip into autopilot in the kitchen, your brain is far too fixated on the fact that Suneater is down the hall, in your shop, using your phone. You clink around some pans, prepare the octopus meat and the batter and get to work. You can’t overhear him talking to anyone with all the noise you’re making, you almost want to apologize for being so noisy.

Your mind settles on thinking about how beautiful he is, how strong he looks, how easily he could overpower anyone… especially you. The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together, it shouldn’t, but holy hell it does.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him come into the kitchen, you immediately start to berate yourself for thinking that way about him. He’s a hero, he would never be interested in something like that with someone like you.

“I think the phone is down, do you maybe have a- a cell phone i could use?” He seems almost ashamed of the question, it makes your chest ache.

“Shit, that line is always being funny. I’m sorry, but I left my cell this morning.” You say, flipping the takoyaki around in their tray so they’ll cook evenly.

“I live just across the street though, I can run and grab it while you eat.” You say, desperate to help him in any way you can.

I know you’re just across the street.

He just shakes his head and bunches his cape in his fists, a very faint blush spreads across his cheeks and it makes your heart do summersaults.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, you’re already doing t-too much for me. You don’t need to make the extra t-trip, I can just call my boss when I’m home”

“Really, it’s not too much, if you’re worried about the extra trip you can just walk me home and use it when we get there. I imagine you would need to call as quickly as possible and get somebody on patrol now that you’re off.” You say, catching yourself a little when you sound too desperate.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable?” As he talks, he shuffles so he can press himself up into the corner of the kitchen, almost looking like he wants to melt into the wall.

“Well, considering your occupation is literally saving people, I definitely don’t feel uncomfortable, it’s not like you’re some crazy kidnapper.” You chuckle a little as you plate up the takoyaki. You try not to give attention to the twisted thoughts that enter your mind when you mention the kidnapping, pushing down the desire to be taken away from the colorless life you live.

If you only knew how badly I want to take you, to have you, keep you…

“I guess you have a p-point.” He says, taking the plate with a soft thank you. He starts stuffing his face with the spheres of breaded octopus immediately, letting a small content sigh leave his body.

“This is incredible, thank you, um, can I ask what your n-name is?” That damn stutter is going to turn your bones to jelly.

You say your name quietly, he responds by repeating it back to you, like he’s checking the pronunciation. You just nod as you open the fridge and pull out a gallon of green tea so you can pour him a glass.

“T-Tamaki, my name’s Tamaki Amajiki.” He says with his shy voice.

A warm, invasive feeling spreads through you. You have to remain calm, pretend that his real name is news to you, pretend that you haven’t spent hours searching through fanfictions listed under that name.

You chat as he finishes his food, thanking him as he mumbles compliments about you cooking in between bites. It doesn’t take long for him to take down the plate. He thanks you over and over as you clean the rest up. He stays glued to his spot in the corner until you take your apron off and hang it on the rack with the others.

“Alright, let’s get you to that phone.” You say as you grab your keys off the hook and switch the lights off.

When you turn to look at him the breath is stolen from your lungs immediately. He looks so celestial in the dark, somehow glowing in the dark. He’s stunning, he’s perfect, he’s painfully out of your league. You remind yourself of that last fact in order to still your nerves.

You turn on your heels and walk towards the door as quickly as you can without seeming rushed. He follows silently, the heavy sound of his thick cloak floating around him makes the hair on your neck stand up. He even sounds powerful.

After you exit the building, he stands with his back to you as you lock the door. His stance is protective, surveying the streets around you like a real hero. You can’t let it go to your head, it’s not for you specifically, he would do this for anyone, it’s his job.

The walk to your house isn’t really uncomfortable, but it is tense. The energy between you is painfully obvious, just not to each other. You both want to speak, ask about each other, know each other, but neither has the guts to make the first move.

While you walk, Tamaki’s head is constantly on a swivel, and he stays so very close to you. It makes your chest ache, the feeling of being so safe next to such an intimidating man. Nobody would dare approach you with him next to you. You would damn near kill to have this all the time, if not all the time at least as often as possible.

You arrive at your house after not even two minutes of tension filled strolling. Silently, cautiously, you both enter your home after you unlock the door.

"It's so cozy." Tamaki says immediately upon seeing all of the soft lights and pastels that make up your decor. He’s nearly trembling with excitement from finally being able to see inside your little world. After watching from the outside for so long, he can finally learn more about you.

"Oh, thanks, I try to keep it soft looking in here. It helps me decompress after a day at a busy restaurant." You explain, setting your keys in their dish before leading him down the hallway to the kitchen.

The house is nothing special, a simple little single bedroom, one story with a relatively open floor plan. It’s small but easy to afford and keep clean. It works for you.

“I’ll go grab the phone from my room, feel free to sit down.” You say, gesturing at the two chairs on either side of your tiny breakfast nook.

He just nods quietly, taking small glances around the rest of your house. You find his hypervigilance charming. It makes you feel incredibly secure to know he’s so aware of his surroundings.

You walk off to your bedroom then, leaving him to stand in your dimly lit kitchen.

Instantly, his eyes zero in on the laundry basket full of clothes that’s sitting on your counter. His body moves without his mind’s permission, his heart thrums in his chest once he catches something pink and lacy.

He can’t help but think you’ve done it on purpose, like you’re some spider sitting up in your web waiting for a poor little bug to stumble along and get all caught up. He’s more than willing to be that bug, and so desperate to get caught up.

He grabs the fabric quickly, as it unravels in his hands he sees what it is and his breathing stops.

It’s a pair of underwear, your underwear.

His fingers go all twitchy as he shoves his hood off to expose his pointed ears, wanting to be able to hear your footsteps.

He brings the panties and takes a deep breath in.

They’re not clean.

He has to choke back the noise that threatens to escape when he finally smells the intoxicating aroma. You smell so fucking sweet. His body reacts instantaneously, goosebumps raise on his flesh as he’s dick twitches in his pants.

God he feels dirty, but why should he? You lead him in here, after cooking for him and being so kind. You left this little gift out for him, you had to know what you were doing.

The sound of soft footsteps jolts him back to reality. He shoves the underwear deep into one of his pockets, he’ll keep them as long as he can, preferably forever.

“Sorry it took me a minute, I’m constantly misplacing everything. One of those ‘lose my head if it wasn’t attached to me’ kind of people.” You give a half hearted laugh, which he returns with a cute little chuckle as he takes your phone.

“Oh sorry about the laundry, I’m a bit of a mess today.” Hot embarrassment fills you as you grab the basket of dirty clothes off the counter and hoist it onto your hip.

“Don’t be sorry, you weren’t expecting any visitors.” He assures you, voice soft and soothing.

“I’ll run this to my room and give you some privacy.” You say, turning once again to leave him alone.

As soon as you’re out of the room his shoulders drop and he lets out a quaking breath. Having you so close after filling his mind with your smell pushed him to the very limit. He wants to grab you and lay you out on the counter, rip your pants off and shove his face between your thighs. He wants to drown in every smell and taste you can offer him. He wants to gorge himself on your sweet little cunt.

He can’t think straight. He’s fully hard, his skin is boiling and his mind is fuzzy. He has to get out of here, he has to get to somewhere hidden, Somewhere he can fuck his fist and think of playing with your soft body. Maybe, just maybe, if he stuffs your panties in his mouth he can taste a trace of you.

When you return he says a very quick goodbye, says something about stopping by your shop again so he can see you again. He doesn’t know for sure what words he uses, he’s too focused on getting out before you notice his erection, before you smell the shame wafting off of him in thick waves.

He has to go before he makes a mistake, before he ruins all of his plans.

You follow him to the door to let him out, bidding him goodnight with your gentle, enchanting voice.

You’ll never know that the phone at the restaurant worked fine, that he never even had to call Fatgum. You’ll never know that he stole from you, that he almost lost it and took you home with him. You won’t ever know that he’s not going home now that he’s left your home.

Urgently, he swoops around the corner of your house, heading straight for your bedroom window. His pants feel so tight it’s maddening, he’s frantic, he’s slipping.

As soon as he reaches the bedroom window, his favorite window, he slumps against the building with one arm as the other shoots down to his pants. He takes a quick glance around, noting that the lights in the surrounding buildings are all out given the hour.

He should be safe.

Then you walk into your room, the image of you is distorted slightly by the white sheers you have up, but only slightly, only enough to make you look like some fuzzy apparition.

She uses these curtains on purpose, she wants me to see.

You have no interest in showering tonight, now exhausted and confused. Did you say something wrong? Why did he take off like that? He did say he would see you tomorrow, though, which gives you a bubbly feeling.

You strip your clothes off, and it shreds Tamaki’s last ounce of self control.

You little fucking tease.

You undress until you’re left in your simple white underwear.

Tamaki’s hand is in his pants the second you crawl into bed. He grabs his aching length, thumbing at his head as he watches you shuffle around in the blankets. His mouth waters when he sees your collar bones, his breath hitches when he sees the way your stomach rolls when you sit. He starts to stroke himself slowly when you leave one leg out of your blankets.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he remembers the precious gift in his pocket.

He snatches the panties out as he watches you move, as he zeroes in on the meat of your thigh. He shoves the fabric of the crotch into his mouth and bites. He bites your panties like he wants to bite your delicious looking legs.

His hand jerks more rapidly as the faintest flavor spreads across his tongue. His cheeks are pink and his eyes start to tear up as he trembles from the euphoria of knowing you this intimately. His hips thrust into his fist as he claws at the panites, pulling the fabric tight as he watches you drift off to sleep.

His mind races through every possible way he would take you. How he would ruin and claim every inch of you. The idea of you shaking beneath him, moaning his name so sweetly, begging him to keep going, maybe begging him to stop, it makes him want to break down the window.

He tongues at your panties, wishing he could swallow your slick. He feels so unbelievably envious of the fact that the fabric in his mouth has been so close to your perfect little hole. The thing he wants to taste the most, feel the most, fuck the most.

His hand tightens around his dick as he tries to imagine how tight you would feel around him. He rips your panties out for just a brief second so he can spit down into his palm, wrapping it around his cock the second the spit reaches his skin.

“Shit- fuck- shit- fucking love you.” He chokes out as his eyes stay locked on your body.

Once the panties are back in his mouth, the free hand flattens against the window.

Then you shift, hips rolling gently as you adjust your position, exposing your cute little ass to him.

“Slut- bad little slut.” He huffs out as he claws at the window. He feels his balls start to seize up as he focuses on his swollen head, fucking it as fast as he can whle he imagines you with your head buried in the pillows as you stick your ass in the air for him.

He tears the panties out of his mouth and holds the crotch of them in front of his dick, drool slips over his bottom lip as he lets out a high, broken moan while he starts to spill into them.

His body quakes and shivers as he squirts rope after rope of hot cum into his stolen prize. Tears wet his cheeks while drool soaks his chin as he strokes himself through his climax.

He chants your name over and over again, watching the way his seed ruins your pretty little panties. In his orgasmic haze, he brings the panties back to his mouth full of his own release, he laps it up as he eyes roll to the back of his head, pretending he’s made you cream yourself, pretending he’s tasting you instead.

It’s filthy, it’s depraved, but he doesn’t care, he needs it, he’d die without it. He swallows the rest of his own cum down with a greedy whine as he watches your perfect form lay there so peacefully.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there, how many more times he fucks his hand while he watches you sleep, only to leave himself covered in sweat and cum and shame. Somehow, he finds himself walking away, as much as it hurts, he knows he can't indulge himself all night.

Once he’s finally home, he collapses, body buzzing and addicted. He sleeps with your soiled panties clutched in his fist. He wakes up with one thought on his mind, he needs more.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 2

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader Rating: T for language and blood + references to violence Warning: Lil bit of kisses with dubious consent (initial surprise, then “hmm this is nice, I guess”), as well as a tiny bit of blood. Oh, and, ya know, mild referenced cannibalism. Notes: Still no beta reader, we die like innocent chickens unfortunate enough to be in Ethan Winters’ way. Also, I’m hoping this isn’t too ramble-y, I kinda. Got excited. Maybe sorta stayed up late to write this instead of sleeping, so... PS sorry for the cliffhanger, I could not resist. Next chapter will include the reader earning their PHD in Bullshittery, while also moving us into the, like, actual central plot of Serenade (or at least the part that the romance revolves around). Previous Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne

Chapter 2: Overture

     By the time you made it back to the maidens' quarters, it was nearly half an hour after your "shift" officially ended. Daniela hadn't taken up that much of your time, but her words had instilled a vigorous sense of anxiety in you, which had only drawn out your remaining tasks. You also weren't terribly looking forward to being interrogated by your coworkers. What would you even say? "Oh yeah, I accidentally played a note on the forbidden piano but instead of killing me, Lady Daniela just flirted with me and let me go! Haha smiley face emoji!"

     Yeah, that would definitely go over great with the others. Maybe you could get away with pretending you hadn't been the one to play? Even though, you know, your daily duties were posted on the same wall as everyone else's, and anyone could see that you were the only person working in the music room today. Damnit, you think, everyone is always a bit tense when someone "gets off easy". Not that it happened terribly often. It simply made people nervous, considering they never knew if the Ladies of the house had been denied the "stress relief" they so desired, and whether or not they would want to take it out on someone else.

     Hoping things would sail a little smoother this time, you took a deep breath and pushed the door to your quarters open. As soon as you stepped in you felt a dozen pairs of eyes turn your way. There had been muffled talking as you approached, but now it was silent, a heavy curtain of discomfort hanging over the room. Well, fuck, you thought, struggling to think of how to react. In the end you settled with a slightly-too-enthusiastic wave and a shy smile.

     “What the hell is wrong with you?” One of the maidens asks, almost instantly, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed with confusion. If you remembered correctly, her name was Cynthia, and she was one of the (currently) longest running survivors. The two of you hadn’t spoken before, which made her next move all the more confusing. Without much of a warning she moved in front of you, reaching out to grab your hands, before gently holding them in front of her chest. When she speaks, it’s with a hushed voice. “How are you not dead right now?”

     “I… have absolutely no idea,” you replied, doing what you could to avoid her gaze, but ending up meeting eyes with the others in the room.

     “When you didn’t get back with everyone else… we assumed the worst,” Daphne, the closest thing you had to a best friend, said. She was towards the front of the small crowd of maidens, all of whom were now gathering around you out of curiosity. “You’re probably just lucky that Lady Dimitrescu wasn’t home while you played, otherwise, well, I think we can all guess what would have happened.”

     “Thank the Mother for that, literally,” Cynthia chimed, dropping your hands as she did. That caught your interest for sure. Despite being part of an eccentric “extended family”, it wasn’t that often that Lady Dimitrescu actually left the castle to visit the other Lords; or their leader, for that matter. Was something big coming? Or was it simply time for a regular check up? You didn’t have time to ponder that thought, as soon Cynthia was speaking again. “Now, please, regale us with your story, dear. It must certainly be interesting… seeing as you escaped unscathed.”

     “Alright, alright,” you said, putting your hands up in a “slow down” motion. Sighing, you moved over to your bed, sitting on the edge, before starting to tell the others what happened. You left out a few details, such as the severity of Daniela’s flirting, as well as the way she touched you. By the time you reached the end of your story, the other maidens had settled in a semi circle around you. A few had started to get ready for the day shift while you spoke, but their movements were deliberately slow, and their gasps let you know they were definitely listening. It was, however, difficult to tell how anyone really felt about what you were saying. Were they looking worried because they were concerned for your safety, or for their own?

     Hard to say. All you knew at the end of night was that no one was looking forward to the following night.

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     Every shadow in the corner of your eyes makes your heart skip a beat. All day (night, technically) you’ve been overly paranoid, expecting Daniela or one of her sisters to pop out at any moment, their sickles raised, blood-stained lips pulled up into a grin, promises of violence dripping from their mouths. So far your anxiety had proven irrational. Experience, on the other hand, was reverse-reassuring you with memories of maidens you had hardly had time to get to know. Who were you to avoid such a fate? Could playing a little song really justify your existence to these people? These mutants?

     Distracting thoughts like that swirled around your mind for hours, leaving you feeling faint and dizzy, as you desperately tried to focus on your work. Ironically, it was your tunnel vision on your worries that brought them to life.

     “Humph, you should really pay more attention, sweet thing,” a voice whispers, right besides your ear. Immediately you jump, a little yelp escaping you, and whirl around to see who had crept up on you. Your wide open eyes soon settled on the youngest Dimitrescu daughter. A toothy grin lit up her face as she took you in, leaning in just close enough for you to feel her breath. “Missed me?” She asks, words melting into a fit of giggles. One moment she’s face to face with you, the next she’s evaporating into a swarm of insects, moving around the room with frightening speed before settling on a nearby table. Both her legs dangle off the edge, swinging a little in a childlike manner.

     “Lady Daniela, I-” you stutter, hardly able to will yourself to speak. You can’t help but glance at the table with a feeling of anxiety, knowing that you had just finished cleaning it, and wonder if your work would be for naught. But it seems that Daniela doesn’t appreciate you focusing on something other than her. Again she buzzes into a cloud, this time coming closer to you, the insects circling you, occasionally tugging at your skin. Fight or flight tries to kick in, yet all you manage to do is freeze in place.

     You don’t open your eyes until the sound of hundreds of wings beating dies down. Fresh drops of blood trickle down your brow, as well a few from smaller cuts on your arms. Panic still roots you in place, even as you stare up at Daniela with a frightened expression. At first all she does is laugh. Loudly, with no softness to it at all. This was exactly the sort of thing that you had been afraid of in the first place.

     “Oh, you poor little thing… Did that hurt?” Daniela asks, trailing a hand up your arm, pausing just before her fingers touch blood. Then she leans in, once more putting her lips right next to your ear, slowly pulling off one of her gloves as she does. “Good. Maybe you’ll pay more attention to me now. You really should, being in love with me and all.” She says it so casually, and with such conviction, that you almost wonder if she knew something that you didn’t. Though you try to turn to look at you, you find her gloved hand holding your head in place. The other moves so slowly that you almost don’t notice it until her thumb is sliding across your forehead. Blood smears as she does this, but she doesn’t bother trying to be neat about it.

     Instead she simply brings the finger back towards herself, her other hand turning your face as she does, so that you could make eye contact as she licks her thumb clean. As soon as the blood hits her tongue her eyelids flutter and a soft moan rises in her throat. Astoundedly the sound brought a strong blush to your cheeks. It was less about attraction per se, more about the inherently intimate nature of the moment. Daniela was so close, her hand resting on the back of your head, her eyes slowly returning their focus to you. When she sees you she can’t help but don a prideful grin.

     “You taste even better than I expected, sweet thing- what a fitting nickname, mhmm?” Another giggle, another rush of blood to your cheeks. In the rush of the moment you found your fear fading out, slowly, gradually being replaced by a mix of confusion and… warmth? What is wrong with me, you think, mind racing with countless half-thoughts.

     Suddenly, as quick as the strongest of impulses, you found yourself being pulled closer to Daniela, her bare hand moving to rest on your waist. For once her eyes left your own. Now they drifted lower, to your lips, giving you a single moment to realize her intentions before she acts on them. Your lips collide with hers before you can even think to protest. It’s a million times softer than you would have ever imagined- not that you had imagined. But now that you had felt this… damnit, you know you shouldn’t enjoy it, yet you found yourself kissing back nonetheless. It wasn’t like it meant anything, right? Not like you’d have a chance to kiss anyone else around the castle, either.

     Within a couple moments you realize two things: One, Daniela was smiling into the kiss. Two, by Jove (by Miranda?) was she seemingly inexperienced. Based on how much flirting she had done, you had naturally assumed that she was in no way, shape, or form new to this. The kiss was a bit sloppy, although passionate, and Daniela seemed quick to mimic your movements. More than that, it seemed like she was unable to catch her breath (did she even need to breathe? Or were the movements more out of habit than anything else?). By the time she pulls away she needs to gasp, and you’re left absolutely reeling, unsure how to process any of this. On the other hand, Daniela was softly grinning, gently resting her forehead against your own.

     “Delectable, darling,” she murmurs. There’s a softness to her voice that you simply cannot fathom is real, at least not entirely so. Then a pause, with her gently running her fingers through your hair, before she gives you one more little peck on the lips. When she pulls away, just far enough to really look at you, you see something in her eyes that fills you with dread: Hunger. “I think I know what you want, what you need. You want to be with me, forever, a part of me, don’t you? They always do, in the end…” Her eyes shift to your neck, and suddenly her grip on you is dangerously tight.

     Instantly you shift into panic mode, trying to squirm out of her grasp to no avail. This seems to irritate Daniela, who digs her nails into your waist, making you gasp. Without hesitation she seizes the opportunity to push you against the nearest wall, the hand that had caressed you so gently now pinning you down. Your thoughts are racing, desperately searching for anything that might buy you some time to get away, or even dissuade her entirely. But seconds tick by with nothing coming to light, your hope quickly fading. Gulping, you squeeze your eyes shut, ready to accept your fate.

     And then… it hits you. An idea, maybe, that might just be stupid enough to work. Here goes nothing…

     “Wait! Don’t you want me to show you my love?” You ask, somehow managing to mask the pure terror you were feeling. Hell, you slipped in a bit of confidence, sounding far, far more sure of yourself than you really were. Apparently it was enough to give Daniela pause. Her teeth had been mere inches from your neck, but now she was watching you closely, head tilted at a slight angle. “I can hardly do that if you kill me so soon, love. Don’t you want to see everything I have to offer? To know me truly, fully, before we become as one?” Another pause, a little hum from Daniela, then a slow, spine-chilling smile.

      “Go on, then… show me.”

[angryschnauzer]

Just What I Need

Summary; Working in a coffee shop you meet all sorts of people, but one customer in particular is always friendly, a local Detective from the nearby precinct. When one night he orders through a delivery service rather than in store, you get more than a tip when you make the delivery.

Fandom; Nomis (Night Hunter) Movie, Henry Cavill

Pairing: Detective Walter Marshall x Female Reader (no race or size specified)

Trope: Coffee Shop Meet Cute

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Flirting, Masturbation (male), Oral Sex (female recieving), unprotected sex, Vaginal Sex, Snowstorms.

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Just What I Need

 Running the steam through the coffee machine you wiped the nozzle and smiled, there were just fifteen minutes until closing and the coffee shop you worked at was all but abandoned. Just your manager in the back counting the cash takings, and you were getting ready to box up the remaining muffins and cookies for the homeless shelter volunteer to collect dead on closing time.

 You didn’t mind working the late shift, in fact you preferred it over the early shift opening up at 7am. The 7am crowd were grumpy, rude and always in a rush. The 7pm customers were tired, quiet, and always thankful for whatever caffeinated delights you provided them with.

 The bell over the door rang as it opened and you looked up over the cups that were stacked on top of the machine, smiling at you saw the weary familiar face coming towards you;

 “Good Evening Detective” you smiled as the beast of a man stood at the counter. His face softened as he saw you, his shoulders dropping a little as he relaxed.

 “Hey… Sorry I’m in so late… you’re still open, right?”

 You glanced at the clock;

 “Another ten minutes. What can i get you?”

 You watched as he cast his gaze up to the handwritten chalkboard menu’s above the counter;

 “You got any Chilli left?”

 “Sure, a couple of pots in the fridge. Want me to warm it up?”

 He paused for a moment, as if trying to process the most technical question through his tired mind;

 “No… yes… urghhh…” he took a deep breath; “Yeah… if you wouldn’t mind. I’m so fuckin’ tired i think I’d burn my apartment down if i tried to use the stove”

 “Sure thing” you said with a smile as you got to work.

 You made small talk as you prepared his order, pulling out the sides and condiments that came with the Chilli meal;

 “Hey, you want a free muffin?”

 “I’m not really into sweet things this late at night… what flavours you got?”

“How about an Apple Cinnamon? It’ll last overnight and still be fresh enough for breakfast”

 The Detective smiled and nodded, pulling his wallet out as you finished bagging his order and rang it through for him, paying before you handed the bag to him;

 “Have a good evening Detective”

 As he turned he smiled at you;

 “Call me Walter”

 -

 Three days later and you were on the late shift again. Again it was quiet, just the soft sound of tyres driving through slushy snow outside the only noise since around 6pm as just a couple of customers nursed steaming mugs of coffee from their window seats. You saw the big silver truck pull up in the space outside the coffeeshop and smiled, there was only one customer that drove a truck that huge and if you were being honest with yourself you were developing quite a crush on the curly haired Detective.

 The moment he walked through the door you were smiling at him;

 “Detective” you greeted him happily

 “Didn’t i say to call me Walter last time i was here?”

 “I like Detective, has a nice authority ring to it” you said with a wink; “What can i get you tonight?”

 He paused for a moment, and as you reached for a notepad to jot down his order you missed the slight eyebrow raise and smirk at what you’d said before he cleared his throat;

 “What have you got that i can eat in my office without facing the wrath of my Lieutenant for making the department stink?” he said with a grin as he leaned on the counter.

 “I got Mozzarella and Pesto Subs? Tuna Melt?”

 “Tuna is a no. The case isn’t going well, no fish. Gimme two Mozzarella Subs, and the largest black coffee you do”

 “Sure thing. I’ll put a fresh pot on and get those sub’s on the press”

 As you started to prepare his order his phone rang, and you couldn’t help but to listen in;

 “... i’ll be like five minutes, i ain’t eaten all day… yeah ok… i’ll grab a box…”

 He hung up and nodded to the cakes;

 “Can i get a dozen muffins to go too? Got some grunts that are jealous that i got to escape the paperwork…”

 “Sure thing”

 Loading a box you picked what you knew were the best flavours and the freshest bakes;

 “You know, we’re on Uber Eats. As much as its nice to see a friendly face, we can deliver to the Precinct”

 “I… I have no idea what that is…”

 “Its a food delivery app. Here, give me your phone…”

 He unlocked it and set it down and rested his elbows on the counter as he watched;

 “You go to the app store and just download it. Put in your location and it’ll bring up nearby eateries and you can search for us. It has all the standard menu on. Save your card details or link it to paypal, and its super easy, it even keeps you updated when the order is being prepared or its out for delivery”

 He smiled as you pushed the phone back to him, locking the screen and pushing it back into his tight jeans;

 “That’s all well and good, but then i wouldn’t get a chance to see my favourite coffee shop girl now, would i?”

 You leaned forward and grinned, keeping your voice low;

 “Order between 6.45 and 7pm and i snag the deliveries and do them on my way home”

 -

 Walter pushed the key into the lock, opening the door to his apartment and groaning as his body ached from tiredness. He should be elated, they caught the killer, the evidence was logged and couldn’t be disputed… and yet he was tired to his core. He’d been at his desk for longer than he’d been home, and when the Lieutenant had finally ordered him to go him a little after 5pm, it had still taken him the better part of an hour to finish up and leave the building. 

 Shutting the door behind him he felt his stomach rumble. He didn’t even need to look in the fridge to know it was completely empty, devoid of anything even vaguely edible. Checking his phone he saw that it was a little after 6.30pm and a thought fired across his mind, a smile forming. Fifteen minutes later he’d added far more to his online basket than he ever would have done in store, but for the first time he was able to see exactly what the creations were whereas in the store it was just a big pile of weird looking cakes and bakes. By 6.50pm he’d entered his card details and completed the order, the little update screen stating delivery would be by 7.30pm, just enough time to grab a shower, after all if it was you that would deliver, he should probably shower for the first time in 72 hours having rushed out of the apartment three mornings in a row due to new leads in the case.

 The shower was far too enjoyable to rush, and after he’d washed his hair he started on his body, soaping over his chest and stomach before he paid extra attention to his dick. The anticipation of just the possibility of seeing you had him hard in seconds, and resting his head back against the tiled wall he quickly worked his hand over himself. He got lost in the moment, his mind taking him to places it shouldn’t, imagining his hand was yours, thinking about that time he saw you wearing over the over the knee knit socks and a skirt, how your ass was the perfect roundness, how your lips would look stretched around his dick… he came with a groan, thick white ropes falling to the shower floor as every ounce of stress left his body, his body shuddering when he was finally spent.

 He was halfway through drying himself when he heard a knock at the door to his apartment, he eyes going wide when he saw it was 7.20pm;

 “Fuck!”

 He’d gotten carried away in the shower, and now he had to quickly rush to wrap a towel around his waist as a second knock came just as he reached the door, taking a deep breath before opening it and seeing you standing on the doorstep shivering in your padded coat, holding two takeout bags;

 “Hey! Come in, come in, Jeez its freezing out there…”

 Stepping into the apartment you couldn’t help but to look him up and down, attempting to hide your reaction as you could clearly see the distinct outline of something rather large bulging against the fabric of the fluffy white towel;

 “Hey D-d-detective… Y-y-yeah it’s d-d-dropping fast out t-t-there… radio s-s-said it was g-g-gonna be a wind chill of minus t-t-twenty nine by eight o’clock… what a n-n-night to have my b-b-bike, huh?” You carefully dropped the two bags onto his coffee table as you spoke.

 “You cycled here? On that pedal bike that is always chained up outside the coffee shop?” he asked incredulously, immediately forgetting his current state of undress. Shutting the door he immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest; “You’re gonna stay here until you’re warmed up, i’m gonna make you a hot coffee and to warm you up from the inside too...”

 “I ain’t gonna complain to that” you mumbled, your face pressed to his chest as you suddenly melted against him, warming your cheek against his firm muscles before turning your head to warm the other one and he let out a little gasp as your cold hands pressed against his sides.

 “I also said for you to call me Walter…” he said quietly.

 Pulling your head back you smiled at him;

 “Thank you, Walter. You’re the best… though you’re the first delivery i’ve made where i’ve been greeted by someone in just a towel”

 “Sorry, let me go put some clothes on…”

 You tighten your grip around his waist;

 “I wasn’t complaining…”

 There was no poignant pause, no longing gazes, his lips met with yours and the kiss was fierce and hungry. He was pushing your coat down your arms and you reluctantly released your hold from his waist to let it drop to the floor, your sweater following soon after. Your lips met again and he was lifting you, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hand rested on your ass beneath your skirt as he walked you through the apartment before dropping you on his bed.

 He was pulling your boots off your feet as you scrambled up the bed, your hands reaching for your thigh high socks when he suddenly caught your hands in his;

 “Leave those on…”

 You paused and grinned, before his lips met yours again and he was on top of you, his hands sliding up your skirt and bunching it around your waist as he pressed a trail of open mouthed kisses down the valley of your breasts and over your stomach, before briefly lifting his head enough to pull your panties down your legs and toss them aside.

 As he lowered his mouth to your core his gaze was intense, vivid blue shining through the dim light of his bedroom, his tongue pushing through your soaked petals and parting them as his beard brushed against your skin, heightening all of the sensations. Wrapping his arms around your thighs he pulled you closer to his mouth, his tongue pushing into you and he started to fuck you with it whilst his bearded face tickled your clit. You were squealing and struggling to stay still, needing to anchor yourself on something as your hips bucked and your orgasm started to rapidly approach, your hands finding their way to his still wet hair and your fingers wrapping around the dark curls as he pressed a hand to your stomach to keep you still, growling at your taste on his tongue as he felt you shake as your orgasm took over.

 When your body had finally stopped shaking Walter pressed a chaste kiss to the inside of each of your thighs before he sat back on his haunches, licking his lips where he could still taste you on them. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows you grinned at him, your gaze travelling down his thick chest to his stomach, and the trail of hair that led beneath the towel;

 “You gonna show me what you’ve got under that towel, Detective?”

 “You ready for what i’ve got under this towel darlin’?”

 Pushing yourself up to sitting, your legs spread and bent either side of him, you hooked a finger into the towel and tugged, your eyes going wide when you saw his thick meaty cock standing hard and proud between his muscled thighs. Wrapping your hands around it you relished the feel of his silky skin as it moved over the hardness beneath, your mouth against his;

 “I need you inside me”

 “I… Fuck… this wasn’t planned… i haven’t got any protection…”

 “I’m on birth control, I want to feel you bare…”

 With a growl he surged forwards, capturing your lips with his own before he pushed you down onto the bed. Holding himself up on one hand he hooked your leg up over his hip, opening you like a winter blossom as he rubbed his dick through your soaked folds, dousing himself with your slick wetness. You whined at the teasing, the way his tip would brush against your hole only to move up to your clit;

 “Walter, please… you promised to warm me up from the inside…”

 He paused, a smirk on his face;

 “You want me to get you a coffee? ‘Cos i can stop…”

 “NO, i need your diiiiiiiiii….FUCK!” He’d pushed into you as you were mid sentence, the feeling of his meaty girth splitting your walls wide open overwhelming you and your eyes rolled back in their sockets; “OH MY GOD!”

 “You like that Darlin? You feeling warmer now?”

 “Please… please fuck me…”

 He grinned and shifted his hips, grinding into you;

 “Well, as you said please…”

 You had been expecting him to pound you into the mattress, you had not been expecting for his technique to start off with sensual rolls of his hips, filling you tenderly and carefully whilst you got used to his size. It was almost overwhelming, completely surrounded as he caged you in with his massive arms, his chest pressed against your own as his hips worked utter magic. He pulled his legs wide apart, shifting to rest on your open hips and he got even deeper. Pressing kisses to your lips and neck he soon had you moaning and begging for release, every push and pull hitting just the right spots and you were almost embarrassingly wet from the arousal but it only added to the sensations.

 You could feel yourself coming, the pleasure too much to hold back, and with a long low moan your body betrayed you and succumbed to the orgasm that had been building in the pit of your belly. Walter kept up the same speed of his thrusts but pushed a little harder, a little deeper with each one;

 “Can feel you fluttering around me, you gonna cum for me? You look so fucking beautiful all fucked out and wanting, feel so fucking amazing…”

 Just as your orgasm was at its peak he tensed and you could feel his cum flooding into you, the twitching of his dick as he filled you with his seed prolonging your high. When you had both finally finished you could feel his weight start to get heavier on top of you, before with a sudden and surprising act of nimble dexterity he rolled the pair of you over so you were laying atop of him, his softening dick slipping out and you felt the trickle of his seed flow out of you. With one massive hand he pulled the duvet across your bodies, and you snuggled up to his chest;

 “That was the best tip ever” you giggled; “In fact definitely more than the tip”

 At that moment you not only heard but felt his stomach growl, looking up and seeing him grin sheepishly as he spoke;

 “I just want you to know this is not how i usually treat food deliveries… do you want something to eat? Or drink?”

 Nodding you smiled;

 “That'd be nice”

 -

 A while later you were cleaned up, Walter having given you one of his massive t-shirts to wear which came to the tops of your thighs. He’d grazed through half the contents of his order as you nibbled on a muffin, having eaten at the coffee shop during a very quiet last hour of your shift. You’d laughed and chatted as the pair of you had eaten on the comfort of Walters couch, before you’d suddenly stopped mid sentence;

 “Shit, i left my bike in the lobby… will it be safe there until i go home?”

 Walter smiled at you, his hand curling around your thigh;

 “Have you heard that weather out there? I’d be surprised if you could even ride it home through three foot of snow…” he paused for a moment; “Stay the night…”

 You went to object, decline politely but you caught yourself, why? Why shouldn’t you spend the night? Taking a deep breath you smiled;

 “I’d love to”

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Part 2 >>>

[mightyunfortunate]

Hello! This is my very first fanfic(ish) post on here and it's loosely based on this post by willowser! Go read it it's very good but I had some ~thoughts~ so I thought id try my hand at sharing them!

Tags: bakugo x gn!reader, mostly fluff (and angst if you squint), mr angry receiving compassion and malfunctioning

w/c: 1.4k

Plz like it if you like it and any feedback is much appreciated!

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There’s a certain face he made, every once in a while. His normal frown marred with just the slightest confusion, and something else that you’ve yet to identify. You noticed a while ago that he only makes that face when you show him a specific kind of kindness. Not something like laughing at his jokes, or making dinner for him when he arrived home, exhausted from hours of rough work (though he appreciated that too, he told you in not so many words). No, he only seemed confused when you did things like giving him a quick kiss to the forehead before leaving his house for yours, knowing he had been around too many people and needed some space. Or the times when he was so stressed he thought he was surely taking years off his life, and you oh-so-casually brought up a topic he was passionate about so that he could yell in your face about it for hours until he felt a little better. The fact that you observe- that you pick up on the little things no one else seems to notice- that’s his thing. Only he watches people with a hawk-like gaze, analyzing their moods and their actions. He’s never been on the receiving end of it before.

It was one such day, as he dragged himself through the front door of his home. Technically you didn’t live there, but you were present when he came home most days, some with food already prepared or his laundry done. He didn’t ask you to, but you did it anyway (usually to procrastinate whatever assignments you had gotten from school, but he doesn’t need to know that).

Today you had both planned to have a sort of at home date, as planning excursions out in public tended to be a huge pain in the ass (the two of you couldn’t go three steps without getting stopped, and he always ended up more concerned for your safety than anything else). However, as soon as he walked in the door, you could tell that those plans were about to change. He stood tall as always, but the exhaustion weighing down his bones was clear, as it was in the dead expression on his face. Something bad had happened. You hadn’t looked at the news that day- you tended to avoid it, really, all it did was tear down your mood and make you even more anxious for his return- but you didn’t need to know the specifics, just that he had had a truly terrible day and that usually meant he was much too tired for interaction of really any kind. You had made dinner earlier and, expecting it to be a late night, had already packed up a single serving and the leftovers into the fridge (and thank goodness for that- amateur chef as he may be, there’s no way he would’ve had anything for dinner but sleep if you hadn’t).

On these days you tried to speak as little as possible, if only to give his tired ears a break. He shambled to the couch and slumped into it as you quietly made your way over to the papers you had laid out on the table, collecting them and slipping them back into the bag you had left on the chair next to you. As you moved towards the door to put on your shoes, he finally spoke up.

"What're you doing?"

You stopped and stood to face him, one shoe on and one in hand. Quietly, as if not to startle him, you replied, “Putting on my shoes, why?”

His scowl deepened, but there was no energy behind it. “We ‘ve a date tonight, idiot.”

Abandoning your post by the door, you slowly walked towards the couch and sat on the end opposite to him, not to close. You kept your hands to yourself and your voice soft but pressing. “Do you have the energy to have a date tonight, Katsuki?”

His eyes met yours and you could tell he was itching to respond, but the words died on his tongue. He dropped his head to his hands, a sign of resignation that meant he really was too spent to even think of an answer. Your gaze softened and you offered him a small but sincere smile.

“It’s alright hun, really. I’m here if you want to talk, but otherwise dinner is in the fridge and I’ll text you when I get home, okay?”

And as you moved to stand once again, there it was. The face. This time, accompanied by a noise akin to a sigh, but faster (an aggressive exhale, perhaps) and his hand shooting out to grab your wrist.

"God, and what's with that?!"

You gave him a puzzled look. "What's with what?"

He let your wrist go in favor of angrily gesturing his hands generally towards your form, trying to force your understanding without the words to express it. Eventually, he seemed to burst.

“That! This! I mean- fuck- what’s with you just, doing shit? And leaving even though I didn’t even fuckin’ ask you to yet! You even tiptoe around here like I’m some kicked fuckin’ puppy, don’t think I don’t notice that shit. You do this shit all the fucking time, and I don’t get it! What do you know, huh? Why the fuck do you think you know me so well?”

Instead of retreating from his loud, harsh words (or, at least, arguably louder and harsher than usual), your smile grew slightly and you sat down, this time close enough to grab both of his hands in yours.

"Katsuki Bakugo, my dear, my love, you are not as stone-faced as you think. I can tell you're exhausted because you look exhausted, and I don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out something happened. You seem to want to be alone after this kind of shit happens, and I don't want to crowd you. I know we had plans, but who cares? I'm not offended or anything, I just worry about you, like, God, so much."

His brow unfurrowed itself to its normally furrowed state and he seemed to deflate as you brought his rough, cracked knuckles up to your lips.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting alone time, baby. Usually I can pick up on it, but even if I don't, just tell me okay? I won't be offended or upset, I can promise you. I'd much rather that than you getting so stressed you blow up," you paused at the double meaning, and you swear you saw just a crack of a smile in his tired scowl, "and I know you end up feeling guilty when you yell at me anyways, so it's really a win-win. Now, I'll ask again. Do you want me to go, hun?"

He sank even further into his seat, if that was possible, and let out a long, exasperated sigh. With his nod, you smiled again, rising to your feet only to lean over and place a soft kiss on his forehead before straightening up.

"I'll text you when I get home, but in the meantime please eat the food I left in the fridge- or any food, really. I doubt you had time to eat much of anything today." You got a muffled grunt in reply, but he didn't move from his spot on the couch. "Would you like me to heat it up for you before I head out?"

His head shakes in his hands, raising just enough for him to speak.

"I got it, dumbass, you've done plenty. Just get outta here, it's sketchy driving by yourself this late at night. . ." He paused, and raised his head the rest of the way to make wary eye contact with you. " And uh. . . thanks, or whatever."

You met his eyes and smiled, "Of course, love, any time. Get some rest, please, and text me when you feel like talking again."

As you shut the door behind you, Bakugo used the last bit of energy he had left in his brain to grapple with the fact that you had seen right through him, probably from the very beginning. The thought scared him, quite a bit to be honest, but maybe not as much now that you had explained yourself. Scary or not, he was endlessly grateful that you had the ability to read him like a book, and that somehow you weren't mad at him for kicking you out whenever he felt like it. He'd make it up to you, that's for sure, at this point he'd do really anything for you (not that he'd ever admit it out loud).

[harryhandstan]

so..I hate that this is so late but happy to finally have this done and be posting it for y’all! hope you enjoy! thank you to my betas @tbslenthusiast, @serendipitystyles, and @summertimestyles​ you’re all angels!! also sham was so kind to help me create a playlist for this fic which you can find here!

this is for @taintedwonder​‘s Styles Valentine’s Day fic challenge and most of the photos from the header were my inspo along with prompts 3. Can you just hold my hand? and 6. Let’s run away together.

as always any likes, rbs, replies, and feedback is welcome and very much appreciated!

word count: 4.1k

writing tag | masterlist

You can read his face before he even opens his mouth to speak.

“You have to leave again, don’t you?”

He doesn’t answer at first, just joins you where you sit on the bed, an arm around your waist to urge you closer to him. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, as if that will soothe the sting of what he’s about to say. He buries his face into your neck before he speaks.

“Only for a little while, angel.”

You don’t respond by returning the kiss like you normally would, narrowing your eyes down to where he’s hiding his face, “How long is a ‘little while’?” 

“You could always come with me, y’know..” 

He’s avoiding the answer and he knows it, eyes darting up only briefly to look at your face. 

“How long, Harry?”

He’s fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt now, focusing on the loose thread hanging instead.

You nudge him lightly, pulling his attention back up to you, “Just say it! How long?”

He sucks in a big breath before releasing it and then the words come out in a rush, “A few weeks, possibly a month.”

You have to take your own deep breath before asking, “When do you have to leave?”

“Promise you won’t be mad?”

“Promise.”

“My flight’s on the 14th.”

“February 14th? As in we don’t get to spend Valentine’s Day together?”

“M’so sorry, love, I really thought we were gonna get to spend the day together.” 

He’s pulled back from where he was hiding his face, studying yours now. It hurts him to see the disappointment written there; the pinch in your brow, the downturned corners of your mouth, the way your eyes have temporarily lost their shine and fallen misty.

“Ya really could come with me, y’know. Take a bit of time off, would do you some good to take a break.”

He knows better, knows it’s just a fantasy that you would ever be able to get that much time off from work to be able to travel with him.

“C’mon, love, let’s run away together.”

The way he’s looking at you know, it really wouldn’t take much more convincing to turn his fantasy into a reality.

“What am I gonna do when I’m cold and don’t have you as my personal heater to help me get warm?”

“S’why I left you my pillow to snuggle with. There’s a ton of extra blankets too, use as many of those as ya need.”

How could you explain that no amount of warmth from any blanket would ever compare to his? A blanket wasn’t capable of softly brushing your hair back from your face or tenderly pressing it’s lips to yours as you drift off to sleep. You open your mouth to try to illustrate such facts, but you close your mouth just as quick. You aren’t trying to be difficult or clingy, and you don’t want your last bit of time together to be filled with your complaints.

That thought only lasts for a moment, your anxiety building with each mile closer to the airport, “Well what do I do when your pillow doesn’t smell like you anymore?”

“I’ll try to be back before that happens, deal? Besides, you’ve got a whole drawer of my t-shirts to sleep in too. They all smell like me, right?”

“They do, but, Harry..what if..”

“Shh, hey, we’ve been through this before, right? S’gonna be hard for me to be away from you too, but I promise we’ll be alright. You can call me anytime you’re missin’ me, remember?”

His voice is that of someone trying to pacify a small child just before a tantrum, and you feel as though you’re being whiny and unreasonable. Missing him when he was away was almost unbearable though; everything seemed heavy and dimmer and you know it would feel like an eternity before you were together again. 

“Promise we’ll make up today the second I come home. You plan the whole day and just tell me when and where to show up, okay?’

The fact that it was Valentine’s Day didn’t matter so much to you. You and Harry made it a point throughout your days spent together to express your love to one another whenever you could, so today was really just..another day to spend together. So it’s missing him that has tears forming in your eyes again, just as they had the night before.

“Can you just hold my hand? Until..” You don’t finish the sentence, letting your voice trail off so he won’t hear it break.

“‘Course I can, baby.” He offers his hand, never taking his eyes off the road even as he lifts your hand to his mouth to place a kiss to the back of it.

Though you know he would never admit to it, you swear you feel the speed of the car slow just the tiniest bit, Harry wanting to add as much to your limited time together as he can.

Despite it still being light outside, coming home to the space you normally share together alone makes you want to do nothing but crawl right back in bed. It’s mid-afternoon and with Harry not home to motivate you to do something more productive, that’s exactly what you aim to do.

After dropping your purse and keys near the door and double checking the locks, you’re startled by the sight of a bouquet of bright pink roses adorning your dining room table. They definitely weren’t there when you left, and you pluck the small card nestled between the flowers with your name scrawled across the front. It’s Harry’s almost illegible handwriting and the sight of it makes your heart soar with excitement before you flip it open to read the message. 

It’s simple and small, more of his writing scratched across the cream colored paper in bold, black ink. Love, love, love, H. There’s a badly drawn heart underneath the note, and that makes you giggle out loud, filling the silence. If Harry were here, he’d have some cheeky comment about how adorable your laughter is, how he loved the sound of it.

“Don’t want you moping around the whole time m’gone, yeah? Promise me y’ll do more than just sulk around the place until I get back?” This reminder was given just before he’d had to rush off to catch his plane, giving you no time to offer him much more than a quick peck and a sad smile as an agreement. 

So technically what you plan to do would not be considered breaking a promise, just..catching up on the sleep you would’ve gotten if you hadn't had to wake up so early to ride with Harry to the airport. Normally that was something you would decline to do, preferring to sleep in, which Harry usually was fine with; but this time he had insisted on you accompanying him on his drive, wanting to get as much time with you on this day as he could. 

Just as you're about to venture down the hallway to the bedroom, you spot another item you’re sure hadn’t been on your coffee table earlier that morning when you’d left. It’s a medium sized box, messily wrapped with red paper and tied with purple ribbon and a bow. It’s quite heavy when you lift it, so you sit on the nearby couch to avoid dropping it. You waste no time tearing the paper away, lifting the lid to reveal a candle surrounded by tissue paper. 

There’s a pack of two lighters wedged next to the candle, and you curiously pull it from the box first to see more of Harry’s handwriting on a red sticky note. 

Baby you light up my world like nobody else...

That pulls another laugh from you, this one is bigger and echoes through the dimly lit space. The candle itself is a scent he knows you love, and you bring it closer to your face and inhale deeply. The smell of it helps ease even more of the unease and sadness of him being gone. You dig your phone out of your pocket to check the time and try to calculate whether his plane has landed and he would be able to answer a call from you. 

You ultimately decide to nap first and give him a chance to get settled. He would most likely be calling you later anyway, missing you just as much as you missed him and wanting to hear your voice. You could thank him then for the flowers, candle, and the laugh. So you continue your journey to the bedroom, slipping out of your clothes and sliding open the drawer of Harry’s t-shirts. He’s right, they do all smell like him and you run your fingers along the soft fabrics before selecting one. 

It’s plain white, one of his undershirts normally tucked beneath his expensive button ups and ruffles, but today it’s perfect and comforting attire to doze off in. It’s loose and just long enough on you that you don’t feel the need to put on a pair of your pj shorts with it, The bed is still messy from the morning, and you swear you can still see the outline of where Harry’s body normally tucks next to you on his side. You pull the blanket back and crawl into your usual spot, but it doesn’t feel right; it’s too empty and quiet without Harry. 

You grab his pillow from his side and try your best to replicate the way you would curl yourself around him if he was here. It takes a bit of time to adjust, but eventually you give up and just try to relax into the mattress as much as possible, covering your head slightly with the blanket to surround yourself with warmth.

You peek through the space uncovered to the alarm clock on the bedside table on Harry’s side, the bright red letters read 12:32 p.m. and you let out a deep sigh before drifting off to sleep. If you weren’t so tired, the thought that crosses your mind might just make you laugh again.

Alone in bed in the afternoon on Valentine’s Day. What a shame. 

You wake with a start, bolting upwards at the sound of your phone ringing loudly from somewhere near the bed. You don’t even bother to open your eyes to see who it is, just following the motions to answer and plop back down onto your spot as you let out an almost breathless and groggy “hello?”

“Not missin’ me too much, I see, took you a whole minute to answer,'' You know he’s joking by the hint of amusement in his voice and relief floods through your chest before any other feeling at the idea of him making it safely to his destination, “You alright, love? Sound a bit outta breath. Having some fun in our bed without me?”

“I..no, I was napping, promise, your call just scared me awake..how did you know I’m in bed?”

“I’m only teasing. Just a guess, figured you’d find your way back to the bed not long after you got home.”

“Found the flowers and the candle. Your note on the lighters made me laugh, thank you. How’d you do that though? They weren’t there when we left for the airport and you didn’t come back in.”

“Had one of my assistants drop the flowers off, and the candle’s been stashed in the closet for a week so she set it out for me while she was there. Wish I could’ve been there to see your face and hear that laugh,” He giggles at the thought of it, “S’that all you found? The flowers and the candle? I assume you found the one in the bathroom too, right?”

You’re more alert now, sitting up again to try to process what he’s saying more easily, “What do you mean? There’s more? The bathroom?”

“A few more, yeah. Hid here and there for you to find.”

“You left me a scavenger hunt? Do I at least get clues to help me find them all?”

“I’ve just given you one, haven’t I? Might be persuaded to give you a few more later.”

You’re up off the bed now, making your way to the bathroom where another surprise awaits. You hesitate for only a moment, stopping just as you reach the door.

“What’s in the bathroom? More flowers? One of those big, fluffy teddy bears?”

“M’not gonna tell you! You gotta go in to find out!”

Flipping on the light switch has you gasping at what you see. A heart, entirely made from more red sticky notes, each one embellished with reminders of his love for you. You stumble over words, trying to form a coherent response.

He senses your shock even through the phone and graciously gives you a moment before asking, “S’the heart all wonky or does it look nice? Told them to make it as straight as possible.”

“H..it’s beautiful! How did you have time to write all these before you left?”

“Finished up most of them last night after you fell asleep. They came to me a lot easier with my muse snoring next to me.” 

You truly don’t know what to say to that. You’ve never had someone be so bright and loud with their love for you and just this simple expression makes you feel so incredibly special and loved.

You know that emotion is flowing through the phone when he speaks again, softer and lower, “Y’sure you won’t let me fly you out here to be with me?”

There’s the sound of another voice before Harry barks out another laugh, “Jeff says m’proper miserable without you. He said he’d pay you whatever your salary would be for the next month just to have you here.”

“Tempting, but..” Harry knows how much you love your job and how such a long absence would jeopardize the career you’ve built, so you know he probably won’t mention it again.

“Technically it was gonna be part of my present for you, so..I’ll give you another clue.”

“How very generous of you, H. Will this one make me cry too?”

“Maybe. Knowing you, probably,” You roll your eyes but listen for further instructions, “Just remember I had to rush and there’s still a few I didn’t get to add but, go get your laptop.”

“What’d you do to my laptop?”

“Would ya just go get it? C’mon I’ve gotta hang up soon and I wanna hear your reaction before I hafta go.” 

“Alright, I got it. What now?”

“Go to your music library.” He gives you a moment to navigate through your programs, “Should be a playlist there with your name on it, lovie. Wait, are you already crying?”

“Shut up! Yes!” You wipe at your eyes with the hem of his t-shirt you’re still wearing as you try to read over the list of songs, “This is so sweet! The flowers, the candle, the heart and now this. Harry..I didn’t get you anything and you did all this for me. Thank you, I love you.”

“Love you more,” You can just picture the smug smile on his face, pleased that he’s done a good job of surprising you, “You can make it up to me later.” 

“Don’t push your luck there, H. You’ve just been forgiven, I still have time to change my mind, you know.” 

“I know. I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” You hear what you assume to be Jeff’s voice again in the background, “I gotta go, babe. I’ll try to call again later, alright?”

“Wait! I don’t get any more clues? Can you at least tell me how many more are left?”

“S’no fun for me if I give away all my secrets now, is it?”

It’s only a day later when you find yourself in the kitchen, uncertain about what to make for dinner, eyes scanning over the ingredients in your pantry. Your laptop sits on the counter nearby, and you hum along to My Girl playing through the speakers, a song selected for you by Harry for the playlist he recently made for you.

You’re about to give up and heat up your leftovers from the Italian take-out you had treated yourself to the night before, when you spot the pack of Haribo gummy bears wedged in the corner. You almost have to stand on your tip-toes to reach it, and when you run your hand along the shelf you find another bag of sweets not far from the gummy bears. You smile down at the two bags, his favorite candy and yours sitting side by side.

There’s another of Harry’s red sticky notes on the pack of gummy bears: Being away from you is unBEARable. More of his cheesy jokes you’re sure he thought of himself. Your candy is void of any words, just another messily drawn heart, this time with your name in the middle. 

You decide to FaceTime him this time, wanting to see his face. It only takes 3 rings for him to answer, a tender “Hi, baby.” falling from his lips. The room he’s in is dimly lit, but you can still see him well enough to notice his hair is damp. His curls are more pronounced than usual, which was a sign he’d been too tired to much more than probably run his fingers through after his shower.

“Found another of your surprises.” You hold the candy up for him to see and he smiles.

“Better save me some of those Haribo, and not just all the colors ya don’t like either.”

You tear open the bag, sticking your tongue out at him before popping a few into your mouth, “I might, if you tell me where all the other surprises are.”

You can see him temporarily consider it, biting his bottom lip and meeting your gaze before he shakes his head, “Nah. I will tell you there’s only one more though..well, depends on how you look at it, but to me they only count as one.”

“They?”

He mimics locking his lips, and you decide to drop it for now, knowing you would most likely have to trick or beg him to tell you later. You’d let him think he won. For now.

You roll the top of the bag of candy down, opening the cabinet to tuck them back into the same corner you found them in. They just didn’t taste the same without him there to enjoy them with you. Plus you still had a still had leftover garlic knots and mushroom ravioli you planned to dig into later.

“S’that the playlist I made for you? Sounds like it.”

The song has changed to At Last, Etta James’ voice filling the small kitchen, “Yeah. I love this song.”

“Me too. Reminds me of you now..my love,” You sway a bit to the music before stopping, leaning forward to where your phone is propped on the counter, “Wish I was there t’dance with you.”

You try your best to hold back your emotions of missing him, but you imagine how he would rest his hands on your hips if was here. How he would spin you to face him and move his hands to rest on your back while he led you around in a slow circle across the floor. It wasn’t just his hands you longed for, it was the way he would bend to your ear to sing along to whatever song you were dancing to, especially one like this he knew you loved. You missed his voice in person, the way it would surround you with a comfort and peace you’d never be able to replicate with anything else. 

No matter what you do you can’t stop your thoughts from trailing to how when the song was over, he would lift you to sit on the counter and kiss your forehead. You’re wearing one of his hoodies tonight, and you pull the sleeve down over your hands to use to try to quickly wipe away any tears before he sees them. Once you feel you’ve reined in your emotions to the best of your abilities, you clear your throat before speaking again.

“I miss you, H.”

“I miss you too, angel.”

The music has changed again, Don’t Worry Baby by The Beach Boys lifting the mood enough you don’t feel so heavy and overwhelming with your yearning for him. You take a deep breath, planning to ask him about his day, but before you have a chance he says, “Go to your bedside table. The top drawer.”

“What?”

“M’tryin’ to tell you where your last surprise is. Go to our bedroom and look in the drawer. I’ll wait.”

You flash him a smile before turning to make your way out of the kitchen, through your living room and down the hall to your bedroom. It takes a bit of searching before you uncover a stack of bright, pastel colored envelopes tied together with the same purple ribbon as the candle from the day before. You work quickly to untie the knot and turn the lamp on so you can read the front of each one. There’s 4 total; open when you need a laugh, open when you miss my hugs, open when you need a reminder of my love, open when you miss me.

You tear into the final one immediately, setting the others aside for later. It’s not very long, the perfect length to boost your spirit even further. Just the thought of him taking time to sit down and write his expression of love for you makes you grin, and has that same feeling of being loved spreading through you as it did the previous day when you saw the heart on the bathroom mirror.

You had almost forgotten leaving him on hold in the kitchen until you hear, even from 3 rooms away, the sound of him singing along to whatever song is playing now. You close your eyes, picturing for a moment that it’s a typical night when he’s home, darting around the kitchen while he makes dinner or puts dishes away.  

You make your way back through the house to him, envelope in hand. Each one had been a different color so the second he sees which one you have his eyes brighten, his smile growing bigger the closer you get.

“Of course you opened that one first. Did y’like it?”

You shake your head no, breaking into a laugh when you see the look of disappointment on his face, “I loved it. Very charming of you to do all this just for me, H.”

“Yeah? I did a good job surprising you then?”

You roll your eyes. This man and his need for praise was too much, but he was yours, and you were his and you would do anything to assure him that you loved him just as much as he loved you.

“You did an amazing job, really, Harry. I never expected you to be able to do so much so last minute.”

His mouth drops open in mock dismay, looking down and shaking his head, “I can’t believe you would ever doubt me!”

You don’t say anything, just shake your own head at his teasing, sharing a look of adoration before you look away.

“Hey, did I leave my lip balm there? The coconut kind I use before bed? Thought I had it in my duffel but I couldn’t find it when I got here.” 

“Yep. I used it earlier when I got out of the shower. Want me to send it to you?”

“Nah, you don’t have to, but..you could bring it to me in person if you wanted.” 

“I would if I could, Harry.”

The tone of a new text from your phone startles you, and you try to suppress your elation as best you can at who it’s from. It’s Jeff, confirming the time of your flight he’d helped you schedule for the following day. Harry knows you too well, would instantly be able to read your face and be suspicious of what you were up to. You step away from his line of sight to let the thrill run through you, to let it fully wash over you so he wouldn’t see. You return as quickly as you can, brushing it off as if you’d just gotten a text from your boss or a friend. He was oblivious, none the wiser at what you were planning.

It was your turn to surprise him.