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[mostlyghoestly]

Chapter 3- Grease and Guts

A/N- Im thinking of making this a story on Wattpad after I finish on here! what do yall think about that? It will be more detailed, while less “Y/N” but following the plot of the story of the tv show more .

Summary:You shouldn’t be here, be this close to him but you just can’t help it.

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You swore to yourself it was just the two nights. A fluke. A heat-of-the-moment thing. A harmless brush with a world you didn’t belong to but Ironwood didn’t let go of people that easy. Especially not when Shyann was involved. It started with a text while you were elbow-deep in flea dip, scrubbing down a wriggling mutt someone left behind in the clinic’s alley.

[SHYANN]

Garage hang tonight. You-Know-Who’s crew will be there. Don’t be a coward. I’m outside at 7.

You rolled your eyes. Left it on read. Didn’t answer when she called. And still… at 6:52, you found yourself standing in front of your closet, biting your lip as you stared down an array of clothes that didn’t feel like they would make you even fit in. Didn’t hate it though.

You went simple. A cute pale pink dress and flowed around you perfectly. You looked like a ethereal Fairy . Makeup soft and simple, mascara and some lip gloss.

The garage sat at the end of an old service road, half-swallowed by overgrown weeds and the crumbling bones of old brick buildings. The sign above the door was faded, paint peeling, but you could still make out Locke’s Auto if you squinted

The lot was full when you pulled up with Shyann , cars gleaming under harsh halogen lights, hoods popped, engines exposed like raw muscle. Someone had music blasting from a speaker in the corner, the thrum of bass bouncing off metal walls. Guys in oil-streaked coveralls leaned over engines, laughing and cursing. A couple girls lounged on the hoods of cars, looking half-bored, half-deadly.

You’d barely stepped out of the car before the smell of oil and burnt rubber hit you. And then you saw him. Ray was crouched by the open hood of his car, sleeves pushed up, grease smudged across his forearms. His hair was messier than usual, strands sticking to his brow. A cigarette dangled from his lips, unlit. He worked with the kind of easy, practiced confidence that only came from owning every room he stepped into.

You tried not to stare. Failed miserably.

Shyann nudged you with a grin. “Y/N, you’re practically undressing him with your eyes.”

You glared. “Am not.”

“Babe, if you looked any harder, that man’s pants would unbutton themselves.”

You shoved her lightly. “Go get your damn drinks.” She winked and peeled off toward the cooler, leaving you to hover awkwardly by one of the cars. You ran your fingertips over the chrome side mirror, pretending you were interested in something ,anything ,other than the man across the garage.

That’s when it happened. A smear of grease appeared on the hem of your dress as you leaned against the car. You groaned under your breath, “Shit.”

“Careful, Doll,” a voice drawled behind you, low and lazy like honey warmed over an open flame. “Gonna get yourself all dirty.”

Your stomach flipped. You turned, already knowing who it was. Ray stood there, wiping his hands on a rag, that signature smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Up close, he was worse. Smelled like motor oil, leather, and something sharper, something that curled low in your belly and made your knees a little too soft.

“Guess I should’ve worn something I didn’t mind getting wrecked,” you shot back, proud that your voice didn’t shake.

That grin of his widened, wicked and slow. “See, now you’re just teasing me.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks but held your ground, arching a brow. “You don’t strike me as the type that minds a little mess.” Ray chuckled, stepping closer. Not enough to touch, but enough that you could feel the heat coming off his skin, the way his eyes flicked down and back up, like he was undressing you in his head and didn’t give a single damn if you knew it.

“Depends on the kind of mess,” he murmured. The noise of the garage faded, everything else a blur in your peripheral vision. It was just him now. The way his voice slid over your skin. The way he looked at you like he could already picture you laid out across the hood of his car.

“I was starting to think you were avoiding me,” Ray added, eyes glinting.

You tilted your head, pretending to think about it. “Nah. I just have a job. Responsibilities. Not all of us can spend our days looking pretty in a garage.”

He let out a sharp laugh, genuinely amused. “Pretty, huh?”

“Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice dropping, “too late.” Before you could fire back, he reached out , fingertip brushing the grease stain on your dress. The touch was barely there, but it sent a jolt straight through you.

“Official initiation,” he teased, his voice rough and close enough you could feel the words against your throat.

Your heart kicked up, pulse hammering behind your ribs. “You always get this handsy with the new girls?”

“Only the ones worth it.” You swallowed, caught somewhere between punching him and pulling him closer.

He grinned like he could read your mind. “Relax, Doll. Not gonna bite… unless you ask real nice.” A voice called his name from across the lot , one of his boys, waving him over. Ray lingered a second longer, eyes locked on yours like a dare, then tossed you the rag he’d been using.

“Keep it. Might need it later. By the way, What’s your name?”

“Y/N” You said bashfully. And with that, he was gone. Back to his car, back to his world, but you could still feel him under your skin, like the aftertaste of something sharp and sinful. Shyann reappeared at your side, drink in each hand, eyebrows up to her hairline. “Okay, what in the thirsty hell was that?”

You grabbed the drink, not trusting yourself to answer right away. Shyann nudged you. “Don’t play with me. That was a whole-ass moment. I’ve never seen him flirt like that. Never. Why is it every time i step away to get drinks?!”

You bit your lip, staring down at the grease-smudged rag in your hand like it might burst into flames. “It’s nothing.”

“Oh, it’s something.” She smirked. “You better watch yourself, Y/N. That boy’s dangerous.” And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel like running from it. You felt like seeing how close you could get to the fire before it burned.

[i2ycat]

— the ‘us’ theory

pairing sunoo x fem!reader synopsis after years of no contact, a sudden rekindling in your relationship with sunoo makes sparks soar higher than they’ve ever gone. it’s hard not to see just how much you missed being around your old best friend again genre slight angst, fluff, childhood best friends to lovers, college au word count 4.3k (was only supposed to be arnd 600, idk what happened LOL) warnings wrote this on 1% brain cells so please excuse if it seems like the plot is underdeveloped and pacing is weird, i know nothing ab mortal kombat, semi-proofread main masterlist

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You’ve known Sunoo since forever. From the moment you took your first baby step to the moment you got absolutely hammered by another girl in your grade, Sunoo had been right by your side, from kindergarten all the way to primary school.

It was weird not to see your brooding self beside the beaming boy, seeing as you guys never separated from each other for even a second. It made your parents think the both of you had separation anxiety, always throwing tantrums whenever the other wasn’t around.

But that was only until primary school.

By the time secondary school rolled around, you naturally started to drift apart. Being in the year above him, he stuck to his own group of friends, while you had yours. You had easily accepted the course that your relationship with Sunoo was headed off to, wanting to fit in with the rest of your ‘ew juniors’-minded clique so badly, because who hung out with juniors anyways?

It didn’t help that, not soon after, your father was stationed to a different department of the company on the other side of the world. You felt sad leaving everything you knew behind, all the familiar places, but you were also 13 and ready to be anywhere but the place you had been confined to. It felt exhilarating to finally leave everything behind — not that you had much to begin with. It’s always been just your mother, your father, and you.

Sunoo was out of the conversation by the time you turned 16. He became just someone you’d remember in passing; your parents bringing him up every now and then, but you never dwelled on the thought of him for too long.

By the time you were 19, you could barely remember what he even looked like, given that you'd only seen up until his pre-puberty phase: toothy grins, chubby cheeks, and all.

So imagine your shock when a taller, more mature shell of a man presents himself in front of you, claiming to be the Kim Sunoo you’ve already forgotten all about.

“Don’t you remember me? I’m Kim Sunoo!”

You met him by complete chance.

The last time you heard of Sunoo was when your mom broke the news on a random Sunday night that the Kim family would be permanently moving to Japan, and that was three years ago.

“Cmon, I’ve known you for, like, 13 years.” He clicks his tongue.

“Yeah, I guessed. I’m just shocked to see you here.”

“What? Is seeing a young man shopping for groceries so hard to believe?” He jokes, taking a pack of ramen noodles from the shelf and placing it carefully into his cart.

“It’s not that.” You chuckle. “I thought you moved to Japan?”

“Well, I can’t really be leeching off my parents forever.”

He’s got more wit to him than you remember.

“Right,” You quickly reply, unconsciously walking the rest of the noodles and pasta aisle at the same pace that he is.

“Wow, even after all these years, you’re still the same old Y/n I used to know.” He smiles at you, the apples of his cheeks tinting a light pink under the blindingly white LED lights overhead. It suddenly brought you back to times of playing together in the playground after school, the summer rays rendering the both of you sweaty messes while your mothers talked about adult gossip somewhere in the distance. The simpler times, when fitting into social circles barely even mattered yet.

“Am I supposed to be offended?” As you arrive closer to the snack aisle, you start to grab at items not scribbled on your sad excuse of a grocery list. You should really stop doing that; you mentally chide yourself.

“Maybe. Depends on how you take it.” He shrugs. “Doritos?” You shake your head.

Silence starts to permeate the air between the both of you, save for some random Nirvana tune playing faintly in the background. It wasn’t awkward per se, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable either; rather, it sat right in the middle.

You’ve known Sunoo for 13 whole years of your younger adolescent days, but right now, it feels like you’ve just met him for the first time. Technically you are, after a few years that is, but maybe it was just you and your ineptitude for social interactions. Chae was right, you really should socialize with people more.

A beat or two passes by, “Are you free tomorrow by any chance?” Sunoo turns to you, bright eyes boring into yours.

“Why?”

“I just moved here like a week ago, and I have absolutely no friends.” He pouts, “Mind giving an old friend company on his own birthday?”

“It’s your birthday?” You stop in your tracks.

“Tomorrow, yeah.”

“Okay. Just send me the address.” You take out your phone to hand him, “You’re not just about to lure and kill me right?”

“Now why would I do that?” He lifts his eyebrows at you as he keys in his phone number, naming himself ‘no.1 childhood best friend’ in the process.

“You can never be too sure nowadays.”

“Yeah, as if I would kill my only friend in this entire city.” He retorts, fingers brushing yours ever-so-slightly as he hands you back your phone.

—

Seeing the bare-bones state that Sunoo’s box apartment was in made you feel for him. You’d already spent your early teens adjusting to the chaos that New York was, and you’ve acclimated to it by now, with the help of your parents, of course, but Sunoo, on the other hand? He came completely alone, with a singular suitcase in tow. It ignited a sense of protectiveness towards him. The same way it was when you were younger.

Sunoo was always one of the more smaller and younger children in the kindergarten, but that only made him more loved by the teachers and other caretakers. Memories resurfaced of how everyone would coo whenever Sunoo showed his signature smile, silently wishing they had a kid as endearing as Sunoo. They’d bring extra just for him, and Sunoo, being the sweet kid he was, basked in all of it blissfully.

The rest of the older kids didn’t like how Sunoo hogged all the adult’s attention, so they would constantly pick at him during play time, behind the knowledge of the teachers. Since you were a year older and much taller than Sunoo then, you always felt the instinctive need to step in and protect him from all of it, even getting sucker punched in the face for him one time. You chuckle at the distinct memory of Sunoo crying in the sidelines whilst you laid on the mat, a comically large bandage plastered on your cheek.

“What’s so funny?” Sunoo sticks his head out from the cupboard, eyeing your figure on the couch.

“I’m laughing at the fact that you at least have a couch.” You pat the space next to you.

“Hey, you can’t judge. I just moved here, and I don’t know where anything is anymore.” He says this as he pours room-temperature orange juice into plastic cups. “Happy birthday to me.” He sighs, handing you one.

“This is actually really sad.” You take a single sip out of the clear cup before setting it down on the arm of Sunoo’s sofa that was more like a loveseat if anything. “And I’m not just talking about the orange juice.”

“At least I’m not alone!”

“Why’d you move here anyway? I’m sure there’s better places than big ole overpriced New York.” You bring up a leg to get comfortable, and Sunoo does the same, his knee lightly grazing yours in the process.

“You wouldn’t wanna hear it.” He sighs.

“No, tell me!”

“It’s stupid.”

“I won’t judge. Pinky promise.” You bring your pinky rings towards his, locking them.

“I actually moved here for you.” He says it so softly that you thought you had misheard.

“Sorry, I think I misheard.”

“Nah, I think you heard correctly.” He bends down to grab a forkful of noodles, the one he bought yesterday, and moans gleefully at the bundles of flavour exploding in his mouth, “Woah. I think this might be my new favourite ramen.”

“Wait, you’re not being serious, are you?” Sunoo shakes his head at you, his cheeks blowing up as noodles enter his mouth, strand by strand. “Are you stupid?” You completely drop the smile you had been sporting just a minute ago, beyond baffled by Sunoo’s lack of critical thinking.

“Gosh, Sunoo! What would you have done if I hadn’t run into you last night? What if I already moved to a different state? A different country even?!”

“My mom is still in contact with yours, so I’m pretty sure I would’ve ended up at your front door anyway." He nonchalantly answers, shrugging his shoulders the way he always does.

You’ve completely forgotten how Sunoo was always the free spirit in your dynamic, doing anything and everything he wanted without ever thinking about the after. He always downplayed the severity of the consequences, only thinking about the moment and living in it blissfully.

Just a few days prior to your drift apart, Sunoo had dragged you out of your 6th grade classroom just before recess ended and towards the outdoor basketball court. A little mat had been planted on the grass, with what you could recognise as Sunoo’s lunch box set neatly on top.

He had asked you to skip class with him, a kind of celebration on the last day of school. Thanks to him, you were absolutely horrified to come home that day, while him, on the other hand, was not the slightest bit concerned.

“Why? Just why? We haven’t talked for, what, 6 years? And suddenly you move 13 hours away from home to be in the same city that I am?” You were fuming, and for a reason you weren’t too sure about yourself.

Maybe it was the knowledge that he had been thinking about you even after your drift apart, while you were not. Maybe it was the guilt of being the one to instigate the drift in the first place, but he still made his way towards you.

“I’m not too sure either.” He places the chopsticks on the makeshift coffee table. “But at least you’re here, and I’m not alone on my birthday.” He offers you a cheeky grin, one that reaches his eyes, and it almost instantly gives you whiplash.

“You’re driving me crazy here, Sunoo.”

“You said you wouldn’t judge and… it’s still my birthday, ya’know.” He pouts, cocking his head to the side in an attempt to soothe your bubbling anger with his biggest weapon — his face. “Can you stop being your practical self for just a second?” His tone was light, and his eyes were pleading.

He probably still remembered your weakness for pretty faces, and was taking advantage of that at the most convenient of times.

Damn Sunoo and damn pretty privilege.

—

After Sunoo’s semi-successful birthday party—his words, not yours—he’s been sticking to you like glue. He practically lives in your apartment with how much time he spends there. Even when you’re out for classes or errands, he'll take it upon himself to make himself feel at home. You practically spent every second of every day with him, just like it used to be when you were younger.

Your mother was overly ecstatic to find out that you had rekindled your friendship with Sunoo — almost so ecstatic in fact that it alarmed you just a tad bit, scared that she might try to set you up with her best friend’s only son.

She had even suggested that the both of you live together to save costs, she says. You weren’t entirely sold on that fact, seeing as you still wanted your semblance of privacy and freedom in your own home, but with the rising rent prices these days, it wasn’t really a choice now, was it?

“My mother says we should move in together.” You say this over a plate of scrambled eggs, one that Sunoo had so graciously offered to cook.

“I’m sorry?” Sunoo chokes on his cup of black tea.

“I mean, our dynamic is pretty good. You finish things that I don’t. I say it’s a pretty good match.”

Over the course of the last few months that you’ve been on-off living with Sunoo, you learned that he has a habit of picking up things that you’ve left aside to be forgotten. One instance of this was when you found your incomplete knitting project in Sunoo’s more nimble hands, working away while on his spot on your couch.

He explained that seeing things unfinished was a big pet peeve of his, and it usually works in your favour anyway.

“Yeah, but what about my apartment?”

“You say that as if you don’t basically already live here.” You pick up a piece of egg with your fork to bring it to your mouth.

“I guess, yeah, but..." His words trail off. “Never mind.”

“But what, Sun?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, taking a big gulp of his tea before setting the cup back down onto your wooden table, the one Sunoo had picked alongside some other furniture pieces that now scattered your flat.

“You better give up that act now because you know how stubborn I can get.” You peg the fork at him in a faux effort to assert intimidation. Not that you could be any more intimidating with your furrowed eyebrows and grim expression.

“It’s just...”

“Just?”

Sunoo ultimately sighs, picking up his plate to bring to the sink and turning his back towards you. “I would love to live together, really." He starts off. “But what if you bring other guys over? I don’t think I could handle that.”

“That’s it? You’re flattering me by even thinking I can pull guys.” You laugh as you make your way towards Sunoo with an empty plate in your hands. “Sun, there’s nothing to worry about, but I’ll make sure to let you know beforehand if I ever do.”

“That’s not what I was implying.” Sunoo keeps his voice low and whisper-like, almost like he doesn’t want you to hear, but you do anyway.

“Okay, then what do you mean?”

“I’m saying that I think I like you.” He takes a deep breath, finding it hard to formulate words from his thoughts. “I... I just... When we were 13, when we started drifting apart, I felt so lost and confused. I didn’t want to be like those movie cliches, losing my best friend because of high school or whatever.” He doesn’t look up from the dishes in front of him; instead, he focuses on mindlessly scrubbing the mug.

“I followed you here because, even after six long years, you were still my number one. I missed your presence. I always wondered when you would contact me again, but that never happened. I guess I was also too scared to talk to you first, so that’s that.” He continues. “I don’t want to burden you with my feelings any more than they already are, and if we officially, actually lived together, I don’t think my heart could handle all that.”

To say you were speechless was an understatement. You stared at him long enough to see dots, and yet you couldn’t think of anything to say.

Sunoo liked you. The little boy from kindergarten that you promised to protect liked you. Your best friend up until you were 13 liked you?

“Sun...” You start off but can never seem to find a proper end to your sentence.

“You don’t have to answer me right now. Or, as a matter of fact, you don’t even have to accept it. I just thought you should know since you proposed we live together.” He washes the foam away, setting the clean dishes on the drying rack. “I’ll take my leave now.” He smiles at you, and by the time the door closes behind him, you’re still standing frozen.

You don’t know what to do with this information. Yeah, Sunoo was cute, and you had a soft spot for him, but that doesn’t mean you like him. He grew up well, but that doesn’t mean you no longer saw him as the boy you needed to protect from the world. It was all a clash of thoughts, really.

—

A week had gone by since you texted Sunoo back, saying that you needed space to think. But you weren’t really using the time to think at all; you were actually doing quite well at doing the exact opposite.

“Chae, come on! That’s cheating!” You yell, aggressively pressing away at the console for your Omni-Man to dodge Kung Lao’s wrath.

“No, you just suck.” Chae sticks her tongue out at you. And after a few moments of tense silence, “Aaaand, K.O!” She cheers in your face while you pan at the bold K.O. letterings on the screen in admission of defeat.

“I’ll beat you next time.”

“Oh baby, there won’t be a next time until you sort out whatever it is you’re worrying about first.” She takes the console from your hands and sets it back in its original place under the divider of her TV set. “Now, talk to me.” She says this as she takes a seat beside you.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Yeah, sure, as if you're coming here at 1 a.m. on a Wednesday night, even when you have classes tomorrow, is because of nothing.”

“I just couldn’t sleep. That’s all.”

“I’m going to go bald from all the stress you’re giving me.” She tugs harshly at her shoulder-length hair. “See this?!”

Your laugh echoes in Chaewon’s humble apartment, which overlooks the entirety of New York with the perfect view — one that her life as a social media influencer is able to afford. At times like these, you felt like you were her sugar baby, leeching off her big-time success like the broke college student you are.

“You’re being overly dramatic.”

"Yeah, and sometimes I wish you were more like me. Give me the damn drama!” She drapes herself all over you, head resting on your bare legs.

“Okay, fine!”

“Good.” She finally grins, taking a bag of popcorn from the table and tossing it into her mouth one by one, occasionally offering one to you.

“You remember Sunoo?”

“The one you cried about when you first met me?”

“I wasn’t crying!”

“Yeah, sure you weren’t.” She grimaces at you.

“Okay, but that was when I was 14, so it doesn’t count.”

“Whatever, whatever. Just continue!” Chaewon switches her position to comfortably sit face-to-face with you, her eyes wide and full of anticipation.

“A few months ago, I met him at the supermarket, the one you tell me to never go to.”

“What?! And you’re only telling me this now?!” Her voice was piercing, and it made your ears almost bleed onto her velvet-carpeted floor. Judging from her reaction, she was probably more concerned about the fact that you went to the only supermarket in the city she told you not to ever step foot into, rather than not having told her about your meeting with Sunoo there.

“Just let me finish, yeah?” Chaewon quips out a small apology before you continue, “And after that, we started hanging out here and there, ya'know, the whole old childhood friends shebang. It was great, honestly. He’s great company, and as you said, I was socialising with other people!”

“But?”

“How’d you know there’s a ‘but’?”

“There is always a ‘but’, my dear Y/n.”

You clear your throat. “He confessed to me just a week ago, after I had proposed to live together, ya'know, to save on costs.”

“You, what now?”

“Not everyone is as rich as you are, Chae; we grass-rooted people need to save money somehow.”

“You know that’s not what I meant!”

“Ugh, it’s stupid, I know! But my mother suggested it, and I was like, ‘Oh, that’s a good idea!’” At this point, the bag of popcorn lays haphazardly on the floor, forgotten as you contemplate all your decisions with Chaewon clinging onto your side, koala style.

“Do you like him back?”

“I haven’t really thought about it before then.” You honestly say, “He has always just been ‘the younger boy who needs protecting’ to me.”

“He’s his own grown person now, Y/n.” She reminds you.

“I know. I just think he’s cute, is all.”

“How about this? You give him a chance to try and swoon you over; if it doesn’t work out, then you guys can pretend as if nothing ever happened!” She claps her hands together, as if she had just won a Nobel Prize for solving global warming. “You’re killing two birds with one stone!”

“I don’t think that’s how the saying is supposed to work.”

"Oh, who gives a fuck? YOLO.”

—

Chaewon’s advice to just yolo the fuck out of everything sticks to you more than you’d like to admit. It echoes in your mind when you’re taking the subway all the way to Sunoo’s apartment, echoes even louder as you stand in front of his door, and echoes almost deafeningly as you knock twice on it.

In about half a heartbeat, Sunoo opens his door with an urgency you could barely register in your haze of emotions. You felt bad after having practically ghosted him for a week straight after his confession, and even worse now that you could tell he was losing sleep over it. His hair was tousled into a mess that made it seem as if he had just gotten out of bed, even if it was already 3 p.m.

“Hey.” You greet, your lips pursed into a tight smile.

“Hey.” He greets her back.

“Can I come in? Or, is it a bad time? I’m not really too sure why I came in the first place.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come in.” He steps aside to make space for you to enter his home.

The last time you’ve been here was the night after you first met him — the day of his birthday. It’s less barren than you remembered, with pops of colour in random corners that somehow represented his sporadic personality perfectly.

“I see you finally did some decorating.”

“I mean, it’s already been more than a few months since I’ve moved here; it’d be weird if I didn’t.” His voice is groggy and still laced with sleep, but you don’t comment on it, instead sucking in a deep breath.

“I wanted to, um, get back to you.” You play with your fingers, picking at the skin. “And, uh, give you an answer. Well, it’s not really an answer, but you get what I mean.”

“Yeah.”

The both of you still stood just beyond his doorway; the faint playing of the TV in the background didn’t help to ease your racing heart. In your two years of being a young adult, you hadn’t found the opportunity to really sit down and find love, given that school had always been your top priority. So when you find yourself in such situations—not that you ever do—you're rendered a blubbering mess.

You’ve practiced this many times before with Chaewon, but it feels even more nerve-wracking now that the man in all his drowsy glory is standing right in front of you.

“We can try.” You start off. “I mean it as in, you can try courting me or whatever, and if it doesn’t work out, we can pretend as if nothing ever happened.” His lack of reply gives you time to really take a good look at Sunoo, now that the weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You’ve said what you wanted to say.

At an arm's-length distance, Sunoo is the textbook definition of attractive. He’s a head taller than you, has broad shoulders, and has a pretty face. His lips were full, his nose was tall, and his eyes were a golden brown colour. What was not to like about him? You just had to accept that he was no longer the Kim Sunoo from kindergarten. He was no longer the same young Sunoo who constantly needed your help.

“Really? You’d let me court you?” His face is bright with hope, and you nod to it wordlessly. “As in, you’d let me take you out on dates and stuff?”

You can’t help the chuckle that lets out, especially endeared by his enthusiasm. “Yes, Sun.”

—

BONUS!

It has been exactly a year since Sunoo had courted and officially asked you out. It wasn’t hard to fall for him because you already had an inkling that you had unresolved feelings for him anyway. The moving in part went as smoothly as it could, save for the slight mishap with Sunoo’s landlord, but with the help of your mother, everything was resolved soon after.

Sunoo lays peacefully on the sofa, soaking in the sunshine that filters through the blinds. He was practically in heaven right now.

“Kim Sunoo!” Your voice reverberates throughout the entirety of your shared apartment.

“Uh-oh, not the government name.” Sunoo looks up from his phone to see you standing in the hallway, hand tucked under your arms, with an expression that reminded him slightly of the French bulldog he’d seen on his morning walk. “Yes, baby?”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me! You let Luna sleep on the bed after she had her walk?!”

“Oh.”

“Oh!” You mimic him.

“I’m sorry, baby. She looked so sad sleeping on the floor by herself, so I just invited her to the bed.”

“Yeah, now her paw prints are all over the white sheets! Couldn’t you have at least cleaned her before you decided to do that?” As if Luna had heard her parents arguing from inside the room, she waddles out, footsteps padding down on the wooden floor, making it her mission to soothe her parents with just her existence alone.

Luna barks, grabbing both of your attention. You immediately lean down to pick Luna up, cooing at her before glaring at Sunoo, “You better wash the sheets.”

Sunoo stares at the both of you, dumbfounded. He thought he saw Luna smirking at him, so he blinked once and then twice, only for you and your baby to disappear as you walked towards the bathroom, your voice echoing as you continued to baby-talk to Luna.

Even with your overbearing practicality and new spoiled baby to take care of, he’d never regret asking his mom about you that one fateful night.

© i2ycat 2024 idk why the first half got me thinking i was gonna write a murder mystery fic HELPP. i swear it’s just romance 😞 also this is straight dogwater, i’m so sorry idk what i was writing…

[lilywritingnook]

EVERY INCH OF YOU

Pairing: Idol!wonyoung x gf!reader

Synopsis: Wonyoung came home with a pout and a lot of insecurities. Good thing you were there to kiss each one away.

A/N: i was listening to "Young and beautiful" by Lana del ray,the whole time while writing this,i may or may not have cried(dramatic but true).

You knew something was wrong the second you saw your girlfriend stomping into your apartment, her pout deadly enough to kill—or start a war. Leaning against the doorway, you watched as she flopped onto the couch, arms crossed.

You mentally prepared yourself for the upcoming rant—not that you minded. You loved her yapping. But today was different. Instead of words, there was only silence—grave and heavy.

You waited. Half an hour passed. Then an hour. Then two. Wonyoung didn’t move, lost in her thoughts, but you could tell she was still upset. If only you knew the reason. But your girl was stubbornly silent, so you took matters into your own hands.

Clearing your throat, you approached her.

"Hey…"

No response. She didn’t even glance your way.

You tried again.

"Baby…?"

Still nothing.

Stepping closer, you sat beside her and gently touched her knee.

"Wonyoung?"

That got her attention. She finally looked at you—bottom lip jutting out, eyes slightly red.

"Hey… are you… okay?" You scooted closer, hesitating before running your fingers through her hair.

She immediately hugged you, resting her forehead on your shoulder. Then, quiet sobs escaped her.

Oh no. This was bad.

But you didn’t panic. Instead, you pulled her into your lap, one hand rubbing soothing circles on her back while the other combed through her silky strands.

"I’ve got you. It’s okay. Let go, baby."

You repeated it like a mantra until her sobs subsided and she relaxed in your arms, her fingers clutching your hoodie like a lifeline. The fabric was soaked with tears, but you didn’t care.

When she finally looked up at you, her eyes were glassy, cheeks stained with tears. She looked so small, so vulnerable—your heart clenched at the sight.

Brushing her hair back, you kissed her temple.

"You okay?"

She shook her head, and you didn’t press further. Instead, you pulled her back into your embrace. This time, she didn’t cry—just rested her head against your shoulder and closed her eyes.

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"Do you think I’ve gotten chubby?"

The question was sudden, her voice muffled against your neck.

"What?" You almost laughed at the absurdity but held back.

"Tell me. Have I gotten chubby?"

Cupping her face, you tilted her chin up.

"No, baby. Who said that?"

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?" Her brown eyes shimmered under the sunlight streaming through the curtains.

"Huh? No. You’re the same. And even if you had, it wouldn’t matter."

"It does matter. You don’t understand."

"Is this about hate comments again?"

Her silence was confirmation enough.

"Wonyoung, I told you not to read them."

"I didn’t! They just… popped up."

You sighed.

"Wonyoung, you’re not chubby. Those comments are absurd. Nobody can judge you through a screen. These people don’t know you—how beautiful and kind you are. They can’t hate you based on a few seconds in a clip. They’re just bitter, with nothing better to do than spread negativity."

"I know you. I know how hard you work, how much you sacrifice, how you never break under pressure. They don’t get to judge your body, your voice, your kindness. They’re not God."

Tears welled in her eyes again, and you gently wiped one away.

"You’re not chubby. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And I ask God every day—how did I get this lucky? What did I do to deserve you?"

"You’re my person. My home. My beautiful home. And I won’t let you think any less of yourself."

She nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.

You kissed her forehead, and she melted into your arms.

"You’re beautiful. Here."

(A kiss on her temple.)

"Here."

(A kiss on her hair.)

"Here."

(A kiss on her eyes.)

"Here."

(A kiss on her nose.)

"Here."

(A kiss on her lips—once, twice, again and again.)

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and you kissed them away.

"Here."

(A kiss on her neck. She sighed.)

"Here."

(A kiss on her collarbones.)

"Here."

(A kiss on her chest, just above her blouse.)

You moved lower, holding her gaze.

"Here."

(A kiss on her ribs.)

Gently pushing up her blouse, you kissed her stomach.

"Here."

"You’re beautiful everywhere, Wonyoung. And I love you for who you are—not the perfect idol, but you. Messy. Raw. Real."

This time, she let her tears fall freely as she kissed you—soft, desperate, and full of love. Full of everything she couldn’t say.

"I love you too, you know," she whispered against your lips.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, you pulled her closer.

"I know. I really do."

She kissed you again, and you let her—until she finally fell asleep in your arms. You stayed awake, watching her rest peacefully.

Right where she belonged.

[sweetbonniebel]

Unbent,unbowed,unbroken

Chapter 1

Aemond/ Aegon/ Jacaerys x fem! Targaryen! Martell! reader

Synopsis: (y/n) Martell the daughter of Gael Targaryen and Morion Martell has been invited to join court in King’s landing, she was to stay with her Targaryen family away from Dorne.

Chapter two

Sunspear 112 ac

As the cries of the babe were heard, Gael sighed in relief as her handmaiden Maura patted at her sweaty forehead. But as the newborn was being swaddled by nurses, the Targaryen's princess breathing got slower.

"Your highness?!" Maura exclaimed noticing the poor state of the princess, her worried tone alerted the maester and septas. They quickly moved to Gael but before the grand maester could help the Targaryen princess her gentle heart fell silent.

"My wife! Where is my wife!?" The head of the house Morian Martell stormed into the chambers of his young wife.

„I’m sorry my prince… her highness passed away.” The maester spoke solemnly, his gaze lowered and hands stained with his wife’s blood.

“The child..?” He searched for good news among the septas and nurses. Maura stepped forward with the calm babe wrapped in golden bundles.

The prince of Dorne quickly moved away from the maester and quickly took his newborn child in his arms.

“It’s a girl, my prince.” Maura spoke quietly, Morian nodded his head and passed the babe to her wet nurse.

“Send word to kings landing, the funeral will take place here as quickly as possible. Now get out…all of you.” The prince said moving towards the cold body of his wife.

The young princess looked ethereal, even in death. Her silver locks spread on the silk sheets, plump rosy lips parted slightly, her large violet eyes closed and long lashes wet from tears. Morian took the dainty hand of Gael kissing it gently ,holding it dearly in his hands, he mourned the loss of his wife.

The bells rang loudly on Sunspear, alerting the people of the princess’s passing.

Sunspear 122 ac

The princess (y/n) Martell, ten years of age, watched her younger step siblings play with various toys. The prince of Dorne along his second wife watched their children in amusement. (y/n) however was more interested in the heavy book that laid in her lap, she sat in the shade of the large tree leaning on its strong roots. The sun rays lightly illuminated the princess curly silver locks, giving her an almost ethereal glow. The book the young Martell princess was reading told the story of the Lady Nymeria who conquered Dorne hundreds of years ago.

An envoy walked into the family gardens disturbing the domestic bliss of the Martells.

“My prince, you along with your family have been summoned to kings landing to attend the forty name day of his grace King Viserys!” He spoke loudly and (y/n) pulled her nose out of her book, intrigued by the news. She had heard of the Targaryen King many times from her father and other courtiers. The tragic death of his late wife queen Aemma, the succession crisis, the wedding of Viserys and his bride Alicent Hightower and the birth of their son Aegon.

Prince Morian stepped towards the envoy’s taking the letter from his hands, and examining it himself. The princess quickly shuffled towards her father leaving the book in the grass, picking up her youngest brother Myrcel. He babbled at his elder sister, taking her silver curly locks into his chubby hands and putting it in his mouth. Lady Elara the second wife of Morion Martell, picked up the youngest son from her stepdaughter.

“Do not put your sister hair into you mouth Myrcel.” She cooed at her baby, and the princess smiled at her mother figure.

“Leave us” The prince spoke sternly and moved back to his family, examining the details of the invite. He placed his large hand on the top of his daughter’s head, petting it gently.

“Will we be going to Kings landing?” She asked, leaning into her father’s touch. He nodded solemnly, something was bothering the prince of Dorne.

“Yes my little dragon, you will have a chance to meet your mother’s family.” He nodded and smiled at his wife warmly. “The maids shall pack our belongings immediately and we shall set sail.”

Kings Landing 122 ac

“Lord Morios Martell and Lady Elara Allyrion we welcome you to King’s Landing, we thank you for your presence.” The master of whispers Larys Strong welcomed the Dornish family. “Princess (y/n) Martell the queen Alicent has requested to meet you in her solar.” The limping man announced. You looked at your father unsure, he nodded and pushed you slightly towards lord Strong.

You followed meekly after the limping man, his cane clicked with every step making an echo. The halls of the red keep were empty, the ceiling high and banners of the seven hung from the walls. You looked around the massive architectural masterpiece build by Aegon the conqueror, guards standing at every corner.

Lord Larys Strong stopped at the massive door, he nodded at the guards that were posted on each side. They nodded and opened the heavy doors, the princess walked in, the master of whisperers stayed behind. The queen was standing in front of the mirror a handmaid fixing her dark green gown with golden threads, her chestnut hair masterfully braided embedded with beautiful pearls.

“Ah lady (y/n)!” The queen exclaimed cheerfully, she dismissed her handmaiden and walked over, her hands wrapped in front of her. The young Martell bowed gracefully.

“It is an honor to meet you, your grace.” She said kindly, queen Alicent nodded and placed her slender palm on the girls cheek. She stared deeply into her eyes, one green one violet.

“What a unique beauty you have my dear.” The doors suddenly opened the queen looked over and took a deep breath. “My love.” She began but was ignored by his grace himself. The Martel princess bowed deeply again, her gaze settled on her shoes.

“Please rise lady (y/n).��� He wheezed tiredly, she did as was told. The king plopped down on the chair in the middle of his wives solar. “Please do come here. As she shuffled closer to the king he let out a strained chuckle, he placed his bony hand on the girls cheek. “Those eyes, they are just like my mothers.” He muttered and caressed the princesses hair. “Your mother was the favorite sister of my father, he spoke oh so fondly of her. He was heartbroken when king Jahearys offered her to Dorne.”

“Thank you, your grace. I haven’t had the pleasure to meet my mother, she died minutes after my birth. However my father spoke fondly of her.” She said, the young girl felt a sense of belonging next to the king.

“I’m sorry to hear that, my father and mother were heartbroken at the news of Gaels passing.” He sighed deeply and leaned into his chair, the queen sat down next to her husband.

“(y/n) my dear, the king himself has requested your presence at the royal table during the celebration.” Alicent said warmly “You will be seated next to prince Aegon and Aemond and princess Haelena along with princes Jacearys and Lucerys” The Martell princess nodded at her graces words. “You can return to your chambers to prepare for the celebration, ser Criston Cole will escort you.”

…

(y/n) Martell was visited by her father in her chambers. The maid was finishing tying up the exquisite yellow dress, the colors of her house, the other maid was braiding her silver hair, putting jasper crystals in her hair. Her father stood behind her, the princess could see the unhappy expression in the mirror.

“My sweet daughter… you look beautiful. I’m sure the princes will be breath-taken with you.” He smiled sadly, and took a deep breath. He nodded at the handmaidens to leave they bowed and left silently, leaving father and daughter alone. The princess turned around walking up to her father, her eyebrows slightly raised at the visible displeasure of the dornish prince.

“What seems to be troubling you father?” She asked taking her hands in his, Morion pressed his daughters palms against his forehead.

“Your step mother wanted to tell you this earlier but I couldn’t bring myself to… the queen and king have invited you to join their court, here in kings landing.”

The Martell lady widened her eyes, she knew what that meat. She was to stay permanently in kings landing, leaving her home behind, her father, her siblings, her step mother.

“Her grace insisted you join her daughter’s entourage, It is an great honor my little dragon.” The princess felt as if Lord Martell was not telling the whole truth, however the girl took it with dignity and nodded your head.

As a high born lady, (y/n) had duties she needed to fulfill, she had to do whatever was best for her house. She was raised by the best governesses, septa’s and educated in history, arithmetic’s, sciences, music, dancing, painting; every skill that was suitable for a lady of her status.

…

The feast was a rowdy celebration, the Martell family was announced by ser Harrold, his booming tone put all attention of lords and ladies on them. Lord Morion and lady Elara walked along the great hall, they stopped before the table of the king and queen, and bowed silently.

“Thank you for the invite your grace.” Lady Elara smiled warmly glancing at her husband, he nodded agreeing with his wives words.

The royal couple nodded, and motioned the Martells to sit in their designated spot. As the feast carried on, the doors opened again by ser Criston Cole.

“Lady (y/n) Martell of the blood of the dragon!” Ser Harrold boomed, all the guests turned curiously at the mention of the young Targaryen princess. Her silver locks were skillfully braided, the jasper crystals flickered from the light of candles, what everyone seemed to focus on were the eyes of the young girl.

Her yellow dress flowed gracefully with every movement. She glanced at her family on the right, her father and step mother nodded and motioned for her to continue to his grace.

“Your graces, I am humbled by your decision and I am graceful for the opportunity.” The Martell princess bowed elegantly.

…

[angelfacebebe]

Pulling on pigtails // beard Matt

Warnings: smut tehee / beard kink (is this even a thing?? lol) / cunnilingus / 'good girl' + ‘little girl' / thigh kink / soft dom x sub fem reader / seated scissors / praise kink / spit kink / cream pie / hair pulling if you squint

Summary: You and Matt didn't like each other at all when you were younger. In fact, you hated each other. Or so you thought. Y’know that one saying? That if a boy pulls on a girl's pigtails it means he secretly likes her? Well... in Matt's case that was certainly true. It just took him a little bit of growing up to realise.

“Sometime ‘round eighth grade, remember our bodies were changing, you looked at me different…” - Ant Pile, Dominic Fike

•First grade•

You’re playing in the sandpit, just minding your own business by piling hoards of grit into the little bucket you have resting at your side. You intend to make a sandcastle, one of the best sandcastles you’ve ever made.

You stick your tongue out in concentration, your summer dress fit for the sunshine as it adorns your little body. Your sunhat is nestled on top of your head to shield you from the harsh rays that beam down from the sky whilst you busy away with playing by yourself. Packing in the sand tightly and then turning it with expert precision, your small chubby arms lift the mould carefully before you smile widely at the vision of the perfect sculpture placed before you. Well, as perfect as a sculpture of something can be to a 6 year old…

You have your back turned to your surroundings as you marvel at your creation. A mistake. Because, after you place the bucket back to the floor, someone else’s hand grabs a firm hold of one of your pigtails, yanking it backwards. You squeak as you fall onto your behind, covering the dress printed with sweet little strawberries in a myriad of sand before you twist your head at the sound of a childishly mean laugh.

‘Ouch? What was that for?’ Your voice wobbles, your glassy eyes looking at a young Matt who stands and crosses his arms in gleeful cruelty behind you, his dungarees still a little big for him and the slivers of a Spider-Man t-shirt peaking out from under the covers of his denim. He ignores you as he boyishly smirks, his dark blond hair straight and his mouth opening to bully you even further.

‘Ha! You loser. What ya doin’ building sandcastles?’ He jeers as he steps into the sandpit, his new pair of unlaced converse already scuffed up because of the amount of games of tag he’s played with his friends this morning. Suddenly, and to your utter dismay, he doesn’t give you enough time to retort back your upset before he is raising one of his legs and kicking it outwards. It barrels straight into your perfect sandcastle.

‘Building sandcastles is for babies. Babies like you!’ He ridicules as he stomps his foot into the sandcastle that you had just poured your entire heart and soul into creating not even moments ago.

Your fragile eyes well up with tears that drip from your waterline after Matt finishes crushing your craft. ‘That wasn’t very nice…’ you peep with an unmistakable frown on your face and your voice already raggedy with sobs. Matt’s beady blue eyes look at you once more, before he screws his face up and observes the way you cry, still in the position from when he had first snuck up to you and pulled on your hair teasingly.

‘Aww what’s wrong… you gonna cry?’ He feigns a pout as your nose begins to run.

Your little self feels so embarrassed that you’re crying in front of a boy, no less crying in front of Matt. He’s so mean to you. He picks on you all the time. You get no peace from him, you just wish he’d leave you alone, you liked being alone.

Pulling the stuffed animal you take everywhere you go from the floor, you hug it delicately into your chest as Matt jeers a chanting ‘Crybaby! Crybaby! Crybaby!’ Continuously whilst leaping around and pointing at you. You look to the ground shamefully, before you can’t take much more of his abuse. You don’t want to attract any more attention, not even from the parents that all flock together just yards away, huddled around the neighbourhood barbecue. And you certainly don’t want Matt causing you even more grief by calling you a snitch.

So instead, a simple whine is peeped from your throat as Matt steps back out of the sandbox, but not before playing with you once again by knocking off the little flowery bucket hat that had been fixed onto your head. You swipe it back up and dust it off angrily as he giggles and skitters off to go and play another game of hide and go seek with all of the other kids on the neighbourhood block. He turns back around once more to rudely stick his tongue out at you before leaving you all by yourself, now to wallow in your own sadness as you slump next to the destroyed sandcastle.

You just can’t help yourself as your nerve snaps, and as Matt runs away in his baggy dungarees, you squeal a high pitched and defiant ‘Maaaattt!!!’ To emphasises your anger, before huffing and petulantly crossing your arms, your head still kind of emanating a dull ache from where he had pulled your hair earlier.

Like you said, you just wished that annoying boy would leave you alone.

•Now•

‘Matt…’ you moan as he drops your thighs from the fleshy grip of his hands. You fall to your bed.

Within the soft lighting, his beard looks even darker and more prominent as he gazes at you with hungry eyes. Your heart beats down at your clit at wanting his tongue on you as soon as possible.

You and Matt are slightly older now.

At the roaring age of 20, you had bumped into him in your local grocery store after not seeing him for years. You see, you and him had gone to different high schools when you were younger, and sure, you had seen him around your neighbourhood a couple of times before, but it had never been enough to form a proper conversation with him.

Both of you had clearly been shocked at how much your appearances had changed as adults. You found it quite funny really, that the boy from your old neighbourhood block who used to crumple up balls of paper and chuck them at your head childishly, now had himself a beard.

Matt had been too stunned to speak.

Now being the mature young man that he was, he really didn’t expect to see an age old crush of his standing before him and looking just as pretty, if not prettier than she had when in her youth.

In the grocery store, he remembered smiling fondly at you as you both stood in the bread section, before reaching out one of his hands to jokingly tug on one of the pigtails. ‘Still wear around your pigtails huh?’ He had mumbled, a wave of nostalgia hitting the both of you as you looked at each other curiously. You blushed, embarrassed that the day you had decided to plait your hair into pigtails was the day that you would bump into what you considered to be your childhood bully. Typical.

Although, Matt saw you as something completely different at the time - unbeknownst to you.

You had shrugged and smiled sheepishly, replying with a ‘you’ve got a beard now…’ as you pointed towards the dark hair holding up his cheekbones sharply. Matt had softly chuckled and gently dropped his eyes to check you out. ‘Yeah I guess I do’.

As you chatted a little more, both of you decided to stick with each other for the rest of the duration of your grocery trips to catch up. Matt had even walked you out of the store and into the small parking lot. After he had put his groceries away into his car, shutting the trunk and locking it back up again, he felt the need to talk to you further and so shyly asked you out to dinner- which obviously you agreed to.

It was nice to see how much Matt had changed and really grown up, it was refreshing almost. However, that dinner date didn’t end at all like how you expected it would… because to end the evening, Matt had spent the entire night apologetically fucking his cock up into you on your couch, both of your faces sweaty and blushed, soaking in the obvious attraction you had felt towards one another. His hands had tightly intertwined with yours as he pinned them above your head and his mouth had been so close to yours the whole entire time. You remember him releasing whimpering pants against your mouth in between sloppy kisses whilst he mumbled ‘m’sorry… m’so sorry for how I treated you when we were kids…’.

But after you were finished, the endeavour didn’t end there, you didn’t cut off all contact with each other and go back to never speaking again. No. Instead, Matt had boldly asked for your updated number, since both of you now had phones, a luxury that 6 year old you two could have only dreamt of. And he texted you, again and again, and he also came over to fuck you… again and again. He was certainly a lot more straightforward with it now, that’s for sure.

Matt just couldn’t get enough of you, he was fucking obsessed with you, and he took full advantage over the fact that his 20 year old self now had the confidence to pursue you, the confidence that 8th grade Matt lacked.

And so that was that.

Now you are both here, Matt making a routine visit around to your apartment with hungry eyes and a hungry appetite.

The older boy kneels onto your bed, the mattress groaning and squeaking underneath his weight which gets you to shift in anticipated desire as he crawls right over to your awaiting body.

Slipping in between your legs, your hands splay behind you and keep you steady as his lips feather onto yours again, his tongue making easy work of snaking into your mouth and licking against your own. He kneels in between your spread legs, smoothing his hands down your rib cage and sliding them to your hips, before moaning ‘lie down angel’ into your lips, gently helping you by digging his thumbs into your tender flesh.

You fall back, your hair fanning out around you, but your head not quite reaching a pillow, so Matt smacks his lips, leaning over you so he can snatch one and slide it under your head for your comfort.

‘That better for my baby?’ He mumbles with his hands coming to rest under your arms, dangerously close to your swelled tits that had hardened upon his presence. You nod and he smirks, leaning his head down as he simultaneously moves his thumbs onto the pebbles of your nipples, yourself whimpering whilst he rubs them and kisses down into your mouth again.

Matt spent an awful lot of time during your horny fucks trying to make up for his past actions and mean comments by showering you with compliments and babying you as much as possible and it worked to flatter you into wetness every single fucking time.

‘Aren’t you just so pretty…’ he absentmindedly praises against your lips, now slipping the rest of his hands onto your tits to gently squeeze them, resulting in your rosy blush turning to an aroused red.

You swallow, bashful and nervous as he gets you to lean up so that he can slip your thin cotton top from off of your torso.

Throwing it to the floor, he sits back on his haunches to admire your bare tits, dewy and flushed whilst you look away in embarrassment.

‘Stop staring…’ you mumble shyly, but he only frowns, reaching his hand forward to grip your chin and turn it back to his face. ‘But why? They’re mine are they not? You’re my little girl… not anyone else’s… beautiful things should be looked at’ he starts, and once again, you feel the gush and drip of your arousal seeping through your underwear.

His voice dims to a whisper… ‘and beautiful things should be touched… shouldn’t they angel?’ He asks a rhetorical question before his hands find your tits again.

You falter, moaning a little when his mouth comes next, fully attaching itself to your right one so that his tongue can roll over your sensitivity, he hums and your back arches when you grip onto his floppy hair, his palms now caressing your waist. ‘Fuck…’ you quietly breathe into the air, nearly having to bite your lip and suppress a groan when Matt cheekily mumbles ‘is my little girl trying to use big girl words now?’ into you tits.

His tongue drips saliva all over them, and when he pulls away the freshly coated skin shines within the light, before he goes to suck on your left one.

Matt likes to spend extra time on every inch of your body, every inch of your skin, before he really gets what he wants, which is a taste of the delicate cherry nestled in between your honeyed thighs.

Leaning his chin on your breastbone, he watches the way you have your head thrown back in ecstasy like a lion, before he leans back up to roll both his sweater and his shirt up and over his head, soon discarding his own clothes. Then, he slips his thumbs into your pyjama shorts, taking them off and almost drooling at the sight of your baby pink panties, soft with a little bow at the stitch of them.

Some things never change. Your incessant love for the colour pink ever since you‘ve been a little kid being one of them.

This makes Matt’s cock throb, and he drips pre-come into his boxers at the sight of his little girl with her tits out, all hot and bothered just for him as he leers over her.

Suddenly, you pipe up in a gentle voice, being careful with your inquire which makes Matt’s heart melt and his cock even harder.

‘Can… can I have your special kisses now, please?’

Matt nods his head, stroking his hands down the backs of your thighs as he dreamily muses ‘of course you can angel… such a good girl for asking so nicely, aren’t you?’.

His praise naturally rolls off of his tongue like melted chocolate, and his hands make you ache. Finally, he leans down, before nudging his nose against your throbbing nerve, mumbling a starved ‘these panties are so pretty little girl… I think I’m going to keep them so that I can wrap them around my cock whilst I think of you when I touch myself’.

With that being said, you let out a strangled breath, your back yet again arching and your toes curling as his thumbs slip into the waistband of them to pull them off.

After they roll off, Matt shoves them into his back jean pocket, wasting no time in diving back down and spreading your thighs open for him whilst he caresses them. He squeezes them when you hiss at the feeling of his tongue licking into you, his head nestled right in between your thighs so that he can look up at your face over-protectively.

Matt’s facial hair is long enough for you to feel his bearded face harshly graze along each side of your thigh whilst his jaw works mercilessly. The rough hairs rub against your core when his nose nudges against your folds to get better access and you arch your back into the air at the sensation of it.

‘Matt- that feels so good… please-’ you beg, not being able to help yourself as you grab his hair and keep him there, squeezing your thighs around his head so that you can guiltily feel his facial hair better as he licks into you.

‘Yeah? Am I treating my little girl well hm? Am I taking care of her like I said I would?’ He teases, bringing his face up to look right into your eyes from between your legs, obviously happy with the noises he has managed to force out of you thus far.

You nod your head, humming aggressively before you buck your hips up, wanting him to continue for a little while longer… and so he does, except this time, something changes within the swirling motions of his tongue.

Instead of his usual strokes and licks, he slows his wet muscle down, making you realise within the suggestive motions that he is spelling out an ‘M’ on your clit. After the ‘M’ he slowly kisses it once, before spelling out an ‘A’. Your stomach drops and churns with desire at the possessive yet erotic nature of the action.

Soon after a continuation of kisses, two ‘T’s are spelt out, and finally an ‘S’…

Matt’s…

Your clit belongs to Matt, and he makes that very clear with the flick of his tongue and the look he gives you as he gazes up at you whilst spitting on it to get it wetter with his own saliva.

‘You’re fucking mine’ he throatily speaks with a deep hoarseness to his voice, and your stomach rises and falls with laboured breaths.

‘Yes… yes I’m all yours!’ You whine into the air, looking down at Matt just as lustfully as he looks up at you, your past hatred of each other all washing away as you find comfort within the tangle of your limbs.

Then Matt hums. ‘You’ve been such a good girl for me, letting me have you like that…’ he strokes your thighs yet again in adoration, resting his bearded chin on your pubic bone whilst lustily flitting his eyes up to you.

You smile at how similar yet different he looks to you now, both of you enthralled completely with each other. Past pains and experiences are wiped clean from the new slate you selected for your lives as soon as you had bumped into each other that one time in the grocery store.

•Fourth grade•

You’re on a field trip with your fourth grade class to your local aquarium.

You mind your own business, sticking out like a sore thumb as you trail behind everyone else, walking at the back by yourself. But you don’t feel lonely, you feel content at finally having peace. As the rest of your class chatters in groups happily, squealing and marvelling at all of the colourful fish, you prefer to admire them in quiet silence, walking right up to the glass and staring at their delicate fins before each time, seeing that the rest of the class has moved on and running to catch up with them.

You had just exited the underwater tunnel through the shark tank, looking at the floor to see their sleek grey bodies gliding underneath you before entering the jellyfish room. There are tanks upon tanks of different colourful jellies, some poisonous and some harmless, but all of them equally as beautiful with their trailing tendrils of stingers. You gasp quietly, your eyes sparkling as you run up to a massive tank full of a glowing purple and green species that float and dance about in the deep blue water aimlessly.

You press your hands up to the glass in childlike wonder, your nose almost touching the thick material whilst you scan over them and try to count how many are in the tank.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes watch your back, he too, by himself as his group of friends had left him to go and look at a tank full of long orange jellyfish. He hides behind a small tank in the centre of the room, shyly peaking around the corner at you and trying to think of a way he can poke at you.

He bites his nails and hums, wanting an excuse to walk up and tease you since he hasn’t already done so today. Ultimately, he decides to creep up behind you, smirking quickly at the creative idea that shoots through his mind whilst looking at your dad’s old baseball cap sitting on your head.

His quiet walk soon turns into a quick bursting sprint, allowing him to race up to you and pluck your hat from off of your head before you have the time to register who it even is. You yelp and spin around in fear, your hand slapped on top of your now bare head as you look at a proud Matt in horror and fear. Your heart rate quickens. You were so scared of him.

‘HEY! Give me that back!!’ You bravely demand, your attention now distracted from the jellyfish and fixating upon the wicked boy who smirks and holds it up above his head. You go to reach for it, but realise in dismay that you aren’t tall enough. Matt had annoyingly had a boyish growth spurt over the winter break and was now a couple of inches taller than you.

You feel sick in worry as your heart rattles against your ribcage.

‘Ha! Nice try’ he cackles, extending his hand up even further when you wobble onto your tiptoes to try and reach for it. To steady your balance, you have to grapple your hand onto one of Matt’s shoulders to stretch upwards and he secretly blushes, not too sure as to why your touches seems to give him conflicted feelings of affection. You whine when he only leans up onto his tiptoes too, again, pushing your hat up further from your reach.

‘Matt this isn’t funny’ you struggle, smacking your lips and extending out your body as far as you can, before he starts to wave about his arm to dodge your clawed hand. He only giggles deviously in return.

Once, just once, you’d wish for him to not pester you when you’re minding your own business, you were enjoying your little day trip out, and this just ruined it all.

‘Yes it is’ he retorts back. But before he can take his jest any further, your fourth grade teacher Mrs Banks notices your little ruckus and decides to intervene, much to your immediate relief.

‘Matthew Sturniolo!’ She calls and Matt suddenly goes rigid, the hairs on the back of his neck raising as he turns to look at her sheepishly whilst her short high heels clack towards you two. You relax, knowing that Matt is probably most likely going to be told off. And you’re right when she berates him and forces him to hand you back your hat and apologise.

For the rest of the school trip you stay glued to Mrs Bank’s side, fearful that trailing at the back will only make you more of a target for Matt’s vicious onslaught of teasing once again. But Matt stays put with the rest of his friends, only giving you periodic glances and death stares after being chastised by your teacher.

You went home that day feeling dejected and Matt went home feeling confused and frustrated. Because why is it, that he enjoyed teasing you so much. So much so to the extent where he didn’t think he could go a day without it?

•Now•

‘Do you think you’re ready for my cock now angel…?’ He questions, before answering the question himself when he leans upwards to unbuckle his belt, the metal jingling as he threads it through his belt loopholes and onto the floor.

Then his pants come next, leaving him almost as exposed as you, before he bends back down and digs his hands underneath your body, scooping you up effortlessly and cushioning you into his lap. His hands freely trail, groping and squeezing your thighs so hard that when he removes them, they leave little red marks and crescent moon nail imprints into your flesh.

You kiss frantically once again, desperate to engulf your scents over each other’s skin whilst you place your thumbs on either sides of his cheeks. His tongue is hot and sticky, your connection so messy that sometimes you accidentally get spit over the skin around your mouths. As you stroke your fingers over his jaw and cheekbones, you feel his bristly facial hair and clench your soaked thighs at its roughness, remembering the way it sharply rubbed against the insides of your spread legs just moments ago.

‘Please- please can I have your thigh…?’ You politely ask into his lips, your beg coming out breathless and whimpered. Matt sighs, ‘but baby… I wanna have your gut…’. You pull away and pout in sadness, and Matt’s heart sinks at the look on your face, again, the guilt of his past coming to haunt him. Just then, he thinks of an idea.

‘Why don’t we compromise then…’ your face lights up and you nod.

‘What do you want me to do…?’ You trail off and clench again when Matt pinches one of your thighs. Matt smirks, and then crunches his stomach so that he can lower his back onto your mattress, yourself still sitting on his lap. ‘Take these off angel…’ he mumbles, referring to his boxers that conceal his dripping cock. You obey him without question, the angel comment driving you to the edge as you hook your hands into his pants and slide them down. You get up from off of his lap momentarily to remove them from his haired thighs and toss them onto the floor before returning your full attention to the way his cock stands and almost visibly pulses.

‘What now?’ You breathe and watch Matt’s grin as his head props itself up onto your stack of pillows. ‘Back on my lap n’turn around… let me see that ass’ he instructs lightly, his voice soothing and encouraging as you squint your eyes and turn your back to him in confusion. Swinging one of your legs over to his other hip, you sit on his pelvic bones, the sight of his sticky red tip dripping from just below you.

‘Spit on it.’ He demands once again, this time in a more commanding tone. Again, you do exactly as he says and let a thick string of saliva pour from out of your mouth. It splatters right onto his head and he hisses as it slowly rolls its way down the left side of his thickness. ‘Good girl…’ he struggles, his voice forced through his gritted teeth.

‘Now put one of your legs in between mine and sit on my cock’, you obey him quickly, your core aching to feel his shaft forcing your walls apart as you hoist you left leg in between his so that you can now sit on top of him at an angle. Gravitating upwards, you grip onto him and push his tip in between your folds. Slowly sliding down you let out a gulping pant before fully sitting your ass back down over his bulging hipbone. Matt tips his head back and feathers his eyes shut before willing himself to slide the thigh nestled in between your two legs upwards.

He brings it up just far enough for you to grind your clit over it when you start to move.

‘There’s your thigh angel’.

He smirks whilst looking at your back, your ass so tantalisingly sat on him that he could burst at any moment. He feels the heat from your clit emanating towards his thigh readily and it makes his mouth water.

Your chest heaves as you look down at his haired thigh wedging open your legs, the hard muscle of it brushing against your clit ever so slightly. After a couple of moments of silence and heaving breaths, Matt decides to reach out his hands to smooth them against the curves of your hips, his palms splayed on the sides of your asscheeks. ‘Is my little girl gonna move then, hm?’ He hums tauntingly, before helping you a little by rocking you forward and flexing his thigh towards you so that you can grind it onto your clit.

Your breath hitches and one of your hands comes flying up to firmly grasp ahold of his bent kneecap, the other one gripping onto the bedsheets at your side.

He starts to move you gently, his cock slipping in and out of your cunt slickly whilst your weeping clit is continuously stimulated on his thigh. You bite your lip, tossing your head back and arching your spine into the rest of his thigh whilst he keeps his eyes trained on the way your ass shakes gently with every swivel of your bouncing hips.

‘Thaaaat’s it… that’s my good girl’ he coos up to you with his raspy voice, admiring you from the back whilst you get off to him in the scissored seating arrangement.

‘Matt… this feels so good- please don’t… don’t stop…’ you whine through a moan, twisting your neck back slightly so that you can watch the way Matt’s mouth opens through pants, his cheeks pink with bashfulness as he guides your hips with his veiny hands. He hits all of your sweet spots at once this way.

‘Don’t worry angel face… m’not stopping until I make you cum the amount of times I made you cry…’.

•Eighth grade•

Matt and you are 13 now. Both going into eighth grade. Matt had been away at a summer camp all break and within that expanse of time you had developed a bit, both inwardly and more importantly… outwardly.

When you both return to school he isn’t quite expecting the sudden change in your appearance and he wonders how someone could morph so much in such a small amount of time… Going into your teenage years is certainly a perilous time for both of you because for one, your bodies are changing and your hormones are only just starting to activate properly, and two, Matt is finally getting to understand that possibly… affectionate feelings of his turn into acts of bullying when he likes someone.

That someone being you.

Matt’s 13-year-old self stands there, with gangly, growing limbs as he quietly ogles at you from afar, feeling awkward and self conscious in his own teenage boy body. What are these fucking feelings? Why are they so confusing? And why can’t they just leave him alone?

He watches you walk down the corridor towards him, his heart nervously thumping in his chest. He thinks you’re going to just walk past him, until he sees that you’re walking straight for him instead. He freezes, and almost pisses himself in fear with his fingers twitching and his eyes widened.

Quick Matt, think of something mean to say to her before it’s too late.

‘Excuse me’ you say bravely, trying to force down your nerves in front of a Matt, who clearly came back from summer camp with a gorgeous tan, his also usually dark brown hair bleached slightly lighter thanks to the sun. You thought it had been odd when his blonde hair back in first grade had slowly started to darken until he had turned into a brunette, but now you were used to it.

‘What?’ Matt mumbles, a little spaced out.

You raise your eyebrows at him. ‘Um… you’re standing in front of my locker I think’ you say, scared as to why he could be standing in front of your locker. Matt tried his hardest to shove down any nerves in front of you before scoffing and stepping to the side. He rolls his eyes.

‘Oh great, more than a hundred lockers in school and I get stuck next to yours’. Ah, so that’s why he is standing here… his locker is right beside yours. Great. You wince. You anticipate a mean comment from him every time you interact with him, but it doesn’t get any easier taking it. Guess that summer camp spirit he would have been surrounded with didn’t change his tune as much as you had hoped it would have.

‘Believe me, I’m not happy about it either’ you spit back, and shove past his lean figure to get to your locker. You start to put in your combination.

Matt blows a huff of air from out of his lips, crossing his arms and fidgeting about awkwardly behind you.

‘Knowing- knowing my luck… I’ll probably get stuck in the same class as you too’ he stutters, inwardly scolding himself for literally losing the ability to summon his normally quick witted attitude. Instead he stumbles over his words like an idiot. You only shake your head and sigh, shoving a note pad into the metal compartment before slamming it shut and re-locking it. ‘Whatever Matt’ you scoff and strut away, leaving Matt almost gripping the wall and heaving a sigh of relief when you’re gone.

But then later that day, it really is just your luck. Because both you and Matt end up walking into the exact same math class together, the two of you collectively sighing, but for vastly different reasons.

•Now•

‘Fuck you always feel so good’ Matt whines deliriously. ‘You’re perfect… just perfect for me’. The air around the both of you is hot, your skin rough and sticky with sweat whilst the sound of the bed squeaking underneath your bounces harmonises with your moans. You feel like crying in ecstasy, you love it when Matt’s cock makes you feel so full, because it helps to sate your appetite and you look forward to him coming around everytime he texts that he’s going to drop by.

You are so fond of how mature he is, how old he looks. It makes you squeeze your thighs together. And now he grows his beard out just for you because you say you like it so much, until it gets a little too long and he has to shave it again. But whenever it’s at that perfect stage, he always spends multiple nights around at your apartment, just so that you can utilise it. Matt doesn’t mind, he fucking loves it. Anything to make you happy.

‘I’m… I’m your good girl’ you breathe back to him, his thigh now almost soaking with sticky precum and spit whilst you grind you clit onto him and ride his cock simultaneously. ‘You’re my good girl’ he responds back reassuringly, the possessiveness in his tone only making you squeeze around him more. He doesn’t bother to bite his hand to hide his whimpers of pleasure because he knows you deserve to hear them, deserve to see the way you make him feel after all of these long winded years of unsolved feelings and pain.

You swivel on him a little longer, your tits bouncing rhythmically before pressure knots your stomach tightly together. Your mouth hangs slack as your shoulders heave more than normal. ‘Baby… baby I think I- I’m gonna cum’ you utter a high pitched breath to him, and he nods, rubbing his thumbs over your ass cheeks comfortingly as he helps speed you up a little faster. It drives him fucking feral when you call him baby, because he’s so fucking selfish and possessive over you.

‘Go on angel… cum all over me like a good girl’ he states once again, which is enough for the tight tension within your gut to snap. Waves upon waves of euphoria rush all down your thighs, your high lasting for a good while. Within this time, Matt’s breath similarly hitches, and it’s not long before he’s creaming his load into you too, ropes of cum dripping down your walls and around his now extremely slimy member whilst he thrusts you into oblivion and exemplifies your orgasm.

After they are over, you messily collapse backwards, your chest heaving thickly as you laugh. Your sweaty skins lies flushed against Matt’s whilst you rest on top of him. He smiles gently at your little giggle before scooping his arms up to tuck them underneath your tits. Using his upper body strength, he gently slides you up his torso a little farther so that he can cuddle you into him closely. He kisses your head gently, before moving on to kiss the shell of your ear as well. In doing this, his cock is slowly removed from your spent hole, allowing you to both relax in tired exhaustion.

Matt closes his eyes whilst nuzzling his nose into your hair. You delicately place your hands onto his forearms that wrap tightly around your chest. You stare at the ceiling before mumbling ‘who would’ve thought…’ down to Matt, who simply grumbles in questioning from below you. ‘That the guy who I thought used to hate me ended up in my bed a couple of years later’. You snigger and Matt smacks his lips, opening one of his eyes to turn and peek at your side profile from below you.

‘I never hated you… not really…’.

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[haechvn]

Beach Day

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Fluff and Anxiety at the end

Summary/Request: Shuri and reader spend the day at the beach with Prince T'Challa

Word Count: 0.8k+

Author’s Note: It's crazy how much the actor for Prince T'Challa actually looks like Chad.

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The waves crash against the shore of Cap-Haïtien as the air fills with the sound of Prince T’Challa’s giggles, sending warmth and peace to Shuri’s heart. The sweet smell of the ocean breeze whipped all around the three of you as you watched the young child entertain himself by trying to build a snowman. With sand. T’Challa was the exact same oh my goodness, she thinks to herself, not being able to hide the toothy smile that forms on her face.

Leaning back, Shuri rests her head on your shoulder and takes your hand into hers, cherishing the present moment Bast has blessed her with. She was never able to see past her grief and could not fathom a time when she would be feeling content, let alone happy, without feeling guilty. In a very healthy way, Prince T’Challa allowed Shuri to heal her wounds in ways she never imagined. He is truly his fathers child; wide eyes and adorable little cheeks, the constant need to be helpful to others and clear cut speeches.

She could not have asked for more. Upon hearing about her brothers’ passing, her heart was torn beyond measure but now she can feel those pieces coming back into realignment. Of course some days are harder than others but she feels lucky knowing that T’Challa left a book and a child for her to get a sense of closure. She was grateful for the days she was able to be a part of more and more because it reminded her to continue living the life that her family would have wanted for her.

You landed in Haiti last week and ever since, you and Shuri have been experiencing some of the most peaceful days of your entire relationship. Waking up in bed to the rays of the Caribbean sun pouring through the room windows. Long early morning and late night strolls on the beach is how most of your days were filled in between building connections with many of the locals. Prince T’Challa had even attempted to start teaching Shuri Creole but his little lisp made it a little difficult to understand but nevertheless he still tried.

From the outside looking in, the Princess mirrored the previous version of herself that never endured all the pain she had been through. She had started to eat more regularly and opened herself to others more. Her skin was glowing at every second, eyes bright as the night stars and her smile. That smile of hers never seemed to leave her face.

Being in a foreign place with those she was familiar with allowed her mind to expand past all that she had endured back home, bringing back that sense of tranquility and letting her ground herself in the most important thing she tried to push away: love.

Having so much taken from her made it hard to appreciate those that still surrounded her. As everyday passed, she found herself believing in the words her late mother once spoke to her. “Your brother may be dead, but he is not gone.” Some days, she swears she can hear T’Challa laugh alongside his son’s. Shuri is finally able to properly move on without having to say goodbye.

Turning her attention back to the boy, she calls him over so that she can sandwich from the picnic basket that his mother had put together for the three of you. Watching him bite into his meal with crumbs littering his chubby cheeks, Shuri felt as though her heart would explode with joy as she played with his beautiful natural curls. Even Griot let her know that her heart rate was accelerating.

Joining him, the two of you enjoy your sandwiches and juice boxes because what is a picnic without a juice box. The glorious sun begins to set on you all, casting a vibrant purple and orange sky as Prince scurries back to the shoreline. He was able to entertain himself with absolutely anything around him. Taking a quick glance at you, Shuri’s mind can’t help but travel to the future, envisioning what it would be like if the two of you had children you would call your own. Waking up at the middle of the night to screeching cries, having to change countless diapers and the possibility of one of your many children looking just like you, is something Shuri would surely die for.

Prince had insisted that he didn’t need any help with any sand castle or artistic creations so it was a bit off putting when he rushed over to you two, interrupting a sweet kiss that you shared.

“Aunties! I said he needs help!”

He? Who is he? Maybe he was feeling connected to his father again or something but his father passed peacefully. Scanning around the area, there was nothing and no one else in sight.

“Prince,” Shuri called to her cousin, beckoning him closer because based on his body language, the young boy was extremely uncomfortable. “Who needs help? Do you want us to help you with your—.”

“The water man. The water man needs Aunty Shuri!”

[coffeepancakes42]

Perfect

Azriel x Plus-size!reader

Summary: Sometimes when you're surrounded by slender figures and petite bodies it can get to your head but luckily your mate is there to support you.

Warnings: no smut but some suggestive and vulgar-is language so 16+

A/N: This is my first ever fic! Right now I'll probably stick to writing only ACoTaR stuff but I'm open to experimenting with other fandoms as well. Hope you enjoy this blurb, I feel like I can never relate to the reader in a lot of fics so I wrote something that is inspired a bit by me and my thoughts:)

Rays of sun flitted throughout your bedroom through the half-open curtains, disrupting the peaceful darkness that surrounded you. Part of you wished you could have been woken up a much more pleasurable way, with Azriel smothering you with his love, however the shadowsinger had left early in the morning to train with Cassian. God sometimes you wanted to throttle the general for dragging your mate out of bed with you so early in the morning.

Groaning you rose out of bed and made your way to the bathroom to make yourself look somewhat presentable for the rest of the inner circle. While Feyre and Mor rose out of bed looking like they just had been kissed by the gods, your bed-head and puffy eyes made it look like you were the crazy-cat lady of Velaris. Avoiding looking in the mirror as you combed through the knots in your hair, your thoughts returned once more to the high lady and her friends.

It wasn't fair. How could Feyre and the rest of the perfect women in the night court have tight toned bodies and stunning faces while you were stuck with your annoyingly huge thighs, thick arms, round face, and big belly? As much as you loved him your mate didn't do anything to help your thoughts of self-deprecation. Azriel was truly sculpted by the gods, the most beautiful creature you ever set your eyes on. It was hard to ignore some of the stares you two attracted while walking through velairs, many of the young women looking confused as they beheld Azriel walking with you. If anything, his beauty standing right next to you brought out more of your flaws, although Azriel would insist on you being the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

Getting dressed you opted for a simple pair of leggings and a sweater, the autumn breeze bringing a chill to Velaris. Walking out of the room, you made your way up to the roof to behold your glorious mate clashing swords with Cassian. Mor, Feyre, and Nesta were already lounging on the chairs, the two sisters oggoling the two powerful bodies moving in front of them. Shirtless and sweaty slicked bodies. You desperately tried to let on how much Azriel was affecting you, to not feed into the Illyrians ego too much more.

Instead, you focused on making your way over to the women, noticing their much more form fitting clothes that accented their curves and each wore a color that brought out their eyes. Next to them you  looked lost, like you were in no way supposed to be there next to the three goddesses. You started to regret coming up when finally the two Illyrians finished their sparring, making their way over. Azriel looked to you, attempting to make eye contact but you averted your eyes which were desperately trying not to cry. Feelings of worry and concern flowed down the bond, softly caressing your mental shields. Sighing, knowing that he would discover your insecurities sooner or later you let him in, showing him the hundreds of moments you felt unworthy of him. You showed you standing in front of the wretched mirror in your room, trying to suck in your stomach and experimenting which stance would lessen your chubbiness.

Immediately he grabbed you and shot into the air, flying you to the balcony that was attached to your room, holding you so tightly to him you thought you might pop. Distantly you heard Cassian’s roaring laugh, probably assuming you two had promptly left to go have sex. Landing you hurried inside, not wanting to meet the shadowsingers hazel eyes.

“Why haven't you told me about these feelings my love?”, Azriel asked, hurt swirling in his eyes at the self hatred he felt from the other side of the bond. Your heart squeezed at the softness lining his voice. Shaking you sat on the comforter of your bed, Azriel following suit.

“It’s just- how can you bear to be with me when we are constantly surrounded by all these slender and beautiful women? Maybe not now but eventually you're going to tire of me, of this”, I said motioning at my plump figure.  

Azriel got up and did something he had never done before. He kneeled. He kneeled in front of his mate, the woman whom he thought was a goddess the moment he saw her. Azriel couldn't comprehend the hatred filled thoughts that clouded his mates mind.

“I love you. Exactly the way you are, how the Mother made you.” He raised a hand to wipe away the tears that had begun to slide down your face.

“ I will never tire of you, ever. You are the only woman that has touched my heart in the way you do. And if you allow me, I'll spend every second of the rest of our lives worshiping this beautiful body, the body that belongs to the person I love the most in the world.”

Azriel had confessed his love to you before, but never like this. Never had been so vulnerable to you, his hands trembling as they held the back of your calves.

Rising up to his full height, he offers his hand to you, and taking it he leads you to the mirror.

“Look at yourself Y/N.” Azriel softly commands, your gaze raising to you body in the mirror, leaning against Azriel’s powerful one.

Bringing a hand to the top of your thighs, Azriel starts dissecting his love for your body. “I love these. I love your thighs, especially when they jiggle whike you walk or when they jiggle while I’m fucking you.” At that my cheeks are stained red as I struggle to maintain eye contact with him.

“I love your stomach and hips. There's so much to hold as you ride me or while we are walking in Velaris. I love how soft it is when I rest in your lap, it’s like my own personal pillow.” Now tears are flowing freely down your face as you behold the lovesick eyes of your mate.

His hands travel up to your breasts, which are in no way as full as the rest of you and don’t sit as many others do. “These will be the death of me,” Azriel’s hands covering each entirely as he struggles to not take of your bra and worship your breasts for hours.

“So soft and theres nothing as enrapturing as how they bounce as I fuck you,” he says, all while maintaining our eye contact. His love is surrounding me as I turn around to meet him face to face.

“I love you, and I will never stop telling you how much I adore you and your body. You look straight out of a painting, and I never want you to think that you are unworthy of me. If anything I am the unworthy one. You are painstakingly pure while I have committed atrocities, but you have taught me to love myself and now I am returning the favor.” Azriel places his hands on my face and I turn slightly to place a soft kiss on his palm.

Leaning forward he softly places his lips onto mine, without a rush, without any urge to take it farther. My chest feels like it will combust from love as I kiss the magnificent man in front of you. As I continue kissing him I know these thoughts won’t magically go away but with Azriel by my side I can start to heal.

Taking my hand, he leads me back to the bed, a mischievous glint now returning to his eyes as he lies me down.

“Let me show you how perfect you are,” he says as he begins raising my shirt to place soft kisses, leading them downwards to where heat is beginning to pool in my stomach.

Something tells me we won't be leaving for many hours, and after settling myself down onto my back I smile, knowing as long as Azriel is with me he will always continue to make me feel beautiful.

[chocolate-milk-fanfics]

Runaway Bride

tommy shelby x black (ex) wife! reader

Content: The reader is the daughter of Jeremiah Jesus that was previously married to Tommy Shelby. But after finding out her husband cheated on her she decides to leave him in the middle of the night. Taking his heart and his unborn daughter with her.

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Humming softly you looked down at the closed eyes on the chubby face you've grown to love. Her lashes curled delicately at the ends in a way that you knew resembled you. The way her brown skin glowed in the sun also resembled you but the blue eyes behind those closed lids you knew weren't yours. The baby was strapped securely to chest as you picked up a ripe tomato to examine.

It was grocery day after all. The one day you leave your humble abode from hiding.

But unbeknownst to you, a pair of green eyes watched you from afar. Said eyes watched you as if they were looking at a ghost. And in a way you were. You did disappear with no trace left behind after all. You didn't regret it though. You knew you couldn't tell your father, mother, or your brother about your plan to run. Your father and brother were close with the Shelbys after all. And your mother wanted grandchildren. If any of them knew you'd be locked away worse than Rapunzel.

When you found out you were pregnant you were happier than ever. But who would want to stay with a man that was cheating on you? Who would want to stay with a man whose job puts you in danger? Not you, that's for sure. So you left behind both Y/n Shelby and Y/n Jesus to become Y/n L/n. To your small London town you were a kind young widow who could do no wrong. A shy ray of sunshine in an otherwise dreary world also ready to help.

The spying green eyes silently watched you as they held hands with a small boy. She wanted nothing more to approach you, but she knew and understood better than anyone why you left.

Placing the tomato in you basket you continued to hum softly to yourself as you bounced the sleeping baby. Your little girl was a calm and adorable baby. She was born late but was still pretty small; however, to you she was perfect. Every curl that sprouts from her head was and is beautiful. She was all yours and you hoped nothing would change that.

---

Ada Thorne sighed as she entered her home. Karl, the young 4 year old, ran straight in laughing happily after an outing with his mother. Walking into her living room she sighed and looked through her purse. She was happy you were doing well. Even more happy to be able to see you after almost 2 years but seeing that baby strapped to your chest complicated thing. As she was lost in thought she almost missed the sound of her door opening. Her head snapped to the side as she carefully reached for the gun she had in her purse, ready to shoot the intruder if they were a threat. Only when she saw her older brother did she roll her eyes and put the gun down. 

“I thought I told you to stop making copies of my keys.” Ada huffed as she plopped down on the chair behind her, holding her hand out.

“You did. But this is way quicker.” Tommy said as tossed the keys into the empty hand of his sister. “Where’s Karl?”

“Upstairs. Now what do you want?” 

“I need your help on something.” 

“Is it dangerous? If so then no, I have a son to look after.”

“Its not. Quite the opposite actually.”

This caused Ada to look up from the mail in her hands and cross her legs in interest. Tommy walked toward the table and sat down across from her, arms crossed as he went into business mode. “We’re thinking of opening a family friendly pub. Something like that is the best and most inconspicuous way of getting information.”

Ada scoffed at her brother in slight disbelief, “Since when did you care about being inconspicuous? Maybe if you had that attitude two years ago my precious sister in law would still be with us.”

Tommy’s jaw clenched but he knew he couldn't retort because Ada was right. 

“Are you in or not?”

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@mysticalfairytales

@iwanttohitmyself

@exo-kai15

[honeystwiggypeach]

Lucille’s first trip to the beach!!

Dad!eddie x Mom!Reader

Dad!Eddie masterlist!!

Tw: the beach, pet names!

When Lucille was around a year old both you and Eddie thought it would be a good idea to bring her to the beach.

Besides the two of you hadn’t been in a while so it seemed like a good idea. She had on her little bathing suit and a bucket hat to shield her from the suns harmful rays.

She looked adorable, Eddie had on some swimming trunks and he’d stolen your hat even after you insisted he bring his own because he was going to burn. He hadn’t listened, thankfully you’d boughten sun block unfortunately both Eddie and Lucy hate sun block.

“Eddie” you practically shout, “don’t you put Lucille in the sand until you’ve both got sun block on” he rolls his eyes before walking over with Lucille sat on his hip as he helps you rub sunblock onto her chubby little arms before he reluctantly lets you put sunblock on himself.

And before you know it Eddie’s taking off to the water with Lucille in her little life jacket on his hip.

“Baby look!” He shouts as you set your towel in the sand along with a few beach toys knowing damn well your husband would probably get more use out of them than your daughter.

You glance back at Eddie to see him standing barely waist deep as he dips Lucy’s toes into the water causing her to practically climb up to his neck trying to get away as he huffs bringing her to shore.

“What’s wrong hon? She didn’t like it?” Yoh ask and he nods.

“That’s alright you can always play in the sand.” He nods solemnly acting a little dramatic, “besides she’s still young Eddie who knows she might like the beach more later.”

The rest of the day is spent with Eddie and Lucille making different sculptures that he lets her knock down after she gets used to the texture of sand.

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[mostlyghoestly]

Nothing Like me | Ray Young

Summary: A classic opposites attract prompt. Bad boy x good girl. I eat that shit UP.

Requests: None

A/N: Keep requests coming, as of now, they're open. Plus-sized reader in mind

You knew the second you stepped out of your friend's car that this was a bad idea. The lot was packed — neon lights reflecting off the hoods of cars, too pretty to be legal. The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline hung heavy in the air, engines rumbling like beasts in their cages. Every person here looked like they belonged. Dark clothes, combat boots, sharp eyes.

And then there was you.

In a soft, pale blue sundress that hit mid-thigh and fluttered in the warm night breeze. A pair of strappy Mary Janes. Glossy lips and subtle pink shimmer on your eyelids. Hair pinned back with a few loose tendrils framing your face. You stood out like a petal in a storm. “God, I feel like a Hallmark movie extra,” you muttered, hugging your arms around yourself.

Your friend snorted as she slammed her door shut. “Girl, you look hot. Let ’em stare.” You didn’t have a choice. Heads turned as you followed her toward the meet. Not cruel, not mocking — just surprised. Like you were a glittering chandelier dropped in the middle of a biker bar. And then you saw him.

Leaning against the driver’s side of a matte black Charger, cigarette dangling between his lips, one hand in the pocket of his ripped jeans. Ray Young. Everything about him screamed don’t get close — from the scowl etched deep between his dark brows to the cocky tilt of his head. Bad news in leather and denim. You knew him by reputation alone. Street legend. Fight-starter. Uncatchable.

You were the kind of girl that usually crossed the street to avoid guys like him. And yet… here you were.

Your friend waved to someone and vanished into the crowd, leaving you alone by the food truck. You fiddled with your phone to avoid making eye contact with the tattooed, smirking guys nearby. This wasn’t your scene. You preferred movie nights, old records, and baking something too sweet at midnight. You didn’t even like racing. You just didn’t have the nerve to tell your friend no.

“Did you get lost, princess?” The voice hit your spine like a low, rough spark. You looked up — and straight into the stormy, bored gaze of Ray Young. Up close, he was worse. Gorgeous in that messy, dangerous way. Dark hair falling in his eyes, a scar along his cheekbone, you knew he had a story no one told. The kind of guy who got away with things he shouldn’t. And he was looking right at you.

You swallowed. “I’m good. Thanks.” His gaze dragged down, slow, from your glossy lips to the curve of your waist to your thighs, bare under the hem of your dress. Not leering — more like he was trying to figure out how someone like you existed in a place like this.

“You here with somebody?”

You held his gaze. “My friend dragged me here.”

He grunted, flicking his cigarette to the ground and crushing it with his boot. “Figures.”

You arched a brow, heart hammering. “Figures what?”

“That you’re not the type.” You weren’t sure if it was an insult or not. It felt like a challenge.

“Well, maybe I’m braver than I look.” Something flickered in his eyes. Approval? Amusement? Either way, his lips quirked into the ghost of a smirk.

“Doubt it,” he murmured, then turned, heading for his car. And just like that, you were dismissed. Heat flared in your chest, a mix of embarrassment and something sharper. You weren’t here to impress him. But damn it, part of you wanted to.

The races were starting soon. Your friend appeared, cheeks flushed, holding two sodas. “Was that Ray Young you were talking to?!”

You shrugged, trying for casual. “Yeah. Briefly.”

“Holy shit. He’s usually an asshole to new people.”

You lifted a brow. “He was an asshole to me.”

“Yeah, but he talked to you.” She wiggled her brows. “Maybe he’s into Disney princesses.” You rolled your eyes and turned back to the lot. The cars lined up. Engines snarling, headlights cutting through the dark. The crowd pressed in as two cars took their marks — one of them Ray’s Charger. You hated how your stomach flipped at the sight of him behind the wheel, one hand on the stick, hair falling into his eyes.

The flag dropped. The cars exploded forward.

And God, it was thrilling. Dangerous and fast and stupidly beautiful. You found yourself holding your breath as Ray’s Charger devoured the pavement, weaving around his opponent, the roar of his engine making your chest ache. He won, obviously. Pulled back into the lot like a king returning from battle. You told yourself you weren’t going to go over there. But your feet betrayed you.

He was leaning against the car when you approached, toweling sweat off his neck, hair a wild mess. He looked up, and his lips twitched. “Decided you’re brave after all?”

You shrugged, trying not to fidget. “Guess so.”

His gaze softened, just a fraction. “That’s a nice dress,” he said, like it was a secret between you. “Don’t see that shit around here.”

You flushed. “Didn’t exactly get the dress code memo.”

“Good.” His eyes flicked down again, lingering. “Would be a shame to cover all that up.”

Your stomach fluttered — both mortified and wildly, stupidly flattered. “Do you always hit on girls who don’t belong here?” you asked, surprised at your own boldness.

He huffed a low laugh. “Don’t usually hit on anyone.”

That surprised you. A guy like him, with that face, that attitude? He probably had people lining up. You opened your mouth to say something when a tall girl in tight black jeans came up, pressing a little too close to Ray. “Hey, baby, wanna grab a drink?”

Ray barely glanced at her. “Busy.”

She scoffed, shooting you a glare before stomping off. You blinked. “Did you just—” “I don’t like people touchin’ me unless I ask ’em to.” And somehow, you knew he wasn’t just talking about her. A warmth spread in your chest. He shifted closer, voice low. “You stick out like a sore thumb, princess.” “I know.”

“But it works for you.”

You swallowed. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

His grin was crooked, dangerous. “Careful. Might start thinkin’ you like me.”

You lifted your chin, pulse racing. “Maybe I do.” For a beat, everything slowed. The sounds of the races blurred into background static. His eyes, sharp and stormy, locked on yours like you were a puzzle he wanted to take apart.

Then, softly, “You should let me take you out sometime.”

And somehow you knew — for him, this wasn’t a line. Wasn’t a game. It was an ask. A real one. You smiled. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

He nodded once. “Good.” And as he turned back to his car, glancing over his shoulder with that crooked smirk, you realized something else. Maybe you didn’t belong here. But Ray Young? He made you feel like you did. And for the first time in a long time — you didn’t mind standing out.

[yourstrulyaiko]

PERHAPS, I HAVE MET YOU?

➵ sypnosis: when you discover that the painting in a historical museum resembles you.

➵ pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

➵ warnings: description of violence, sexual themes, gore, angst

➵ tropes: historical au, reincarnation au, game of thrones au

Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE. This is absurd. No, no. Someone has to be playing a game. A prank. It was easy for this museum to do after all, however, what could ever be the reason for them to do this? Nothing. There is no absolute reason at all. Why would they?

You felt sick to your core. You didn't know how to feel, your body either wants to sprint miles away far, far away from this place or pick up razor-sharp weaponry, with your heightened amygdala didn't help your situation. You couldn't think rationally. No pause and think for a second.

Fear that consumed you as if your body was dunked in a deep, dark, wintry numbing body of still water, topped with a part, puny ice that cracked and shattered under swallowing you whole while walking through. A white mist fogged your head. Your head spinning. Legs buckling underneath. Stomach-churning. Heart piercing and threatening to burst right through your chest. Rigid. Clammy. Speechless. Faint.

What the fuck? What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK!

It has to be a coincidence. It has to be. That's the only sane explanation as to why you, a nobody, somehow ended up in a historic painting that is a large, crucial part of history that shaped a whole generation of a powerful country, proud people and rich in culture.

There is just no way. No damn way.

You clamp your hand over your mouth, failing to even out your breathing, a glossy sheen that formed into an endless flowing stream. Hair that clung to your skin.

"Miss?"

Startled. You snapped to meet towering, muscular muscles rippling from his tight fitted vermillion shirt. A short mess of fluffy tufts of an emerald that remnants of new forest foliage greeted by the sunny golden rays, sticking out in odd directions, framing his sharp, defined jawline and slightly chubby cheeks with blotchy brownish specks that splattered among his pale skin. Large round orb, his bright glimmering irises the same shade as the mop of hair.

"S-Sorry... I just..." Running your hand over your face taking a deep breath in through your nose. Out your mouth, "I was j-just feeling overwhelmed about..."

You look up to meet his eyes.

" Stuff. "

"I-It's alright! You seem a little stressed out, I just wanted to check up and see if you're okay. Miss...?" His words trailed off, reaching for the back of the base of his neck, jade eyes darting everywhere else but yours.

"(Last name). (Last name) (First name). No need to worry, I'm alright, thank you." Wiping your damp palm on the pastel lemon tulle fitted bodice of your floral dress as you held out your hand for a handshake towards the young man, "Nice to meet you."

"Midoriya Izuku. Nice to meet you too." He introduced himself with a gentle smile shaking your hand firmly, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I appreciate your concern and thank you so much, but I just needed some fresh air to clear my head. Again, thank you." You smiled politely, "I am heading home now. Once again, thanks for checking on me but, don't worry too much! I'm okay!"

Raising your hand to wave him goodbye, heading towards the elegant golden colossal gates.

Midoriya's gentle smile fell off his face as a serious one took over, he reached up to his ear and pressed the tiny dotted earpiece.

"Uraraka-san... There is no doubt... Yes, she just left the museum."

Stumbling. Confused. Fear. It can't just be a coincidence, right? You sighed, collapsing down to your knees, head flashing back to every detail of the painting, struggling to push yourself up back to your feet. You slowly dragged your feet. The quietness of your apartment seemed deafeningly suffocating. Normally, it was comfortable like a warm blanket around you during the cold winter evening accompanied by the soft hum of music. You just wanted to be swayed away by the flow of relaxation and calm. Plopping down on your sofa, releasing a deep breath that you didn't realize you have been holding in.

Headache pounding non-stop like time. Flashing like blinker lights. Throwing your forearm over your eyes to block out the golden streams through the window.

"𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈?

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈...?"

Ivory finished dressing table, large mirrors with golden floral engravings and painting decals, in a Louvre style. Rows of drawers and jewel handles, handmade luxurious cosmetics placed neatly on top, the shade of bleached pearl shade handheld mirror and hairbrush studded in a similar design. Trays of endless hair accessories, and endless assorted gowns all in different colours and styles. Layers upon layers of deluxe fabrics, some studded with blinging jewels, lace trimmings and simple bows.

You blinked, finally coming to your senses. Nimble fingers running through each strand of your head of tresses, the familiar warm scent greeting like heartwarming memories helping your hair stay hydrated and untangled. You very much admire anyone who puts the time and effort into dolling you up and assisting with your every need.

"... Is coming to style your hair today. She had asked me to prep your hair as she is running late today. She extends her apologies to your highness."

"It is quite alright. I do recall she is going to be married soon. It is quite a time-consuming process."

"Your majesty, (First name), forgive me. It has slipped my mind, there is a letter from-"

Your eyes shot open. Pounding headache hammering against your skull, you would have at least hoped that your nap would have helped to nurse it but it seemed to have gone worse than ever before. It was even worse the fact that it felt like it was blinking fluorescent light, you hated this feeling, you felt nauseous. The room spinning out of control. No matter how hard you squeeze your eyes shut, it still felt as though that whirling non-stop.

Dragging your feet across the floor, reaching for your kitchen cupboard for an Advil which will hopefully alleviate the throbbing pain, swallowing the iridescent sheer emerald pill following it with a glass of water you poured yourself. Sighing for the nth, supporting yourself on the counter, still feeling the tingling nostalgia at the back of your mind, the tips of your fingers and down your spine. It was bothering you. Suffocating. Uncomfortable.

The blaring high pitched tone of your mobile nestled deep in your bag, broke you out of your trance, shakily you rummage through.

"H-Hello?"

"Hiya! So, how was it?!" The person on the side of the line spoke up, " You've been talking about it for weeks and counting down for too! Now, tell me, tell me! You normally would be talking about it right now! Is it as beautiful as you suspect?"

"I-Uh..." You stuttered, you aren't sure. Should you? It would be just incredibly strange to blurt out about ... That. There is no absolute reason for you to bring it up, however, it is indeed such a creepy coincidence for you to be looking like a mirror copy of someone from the past. Not to mention with the exact same first name maybe your parents like the name? Or maybe they just like the Queen that much to name you as such? It is a pretty name afterall. There's no denying that you've met people with the same name as yours.

But, you'd look crazy. Who wouldn't? A hallucination perhaps? You're exhausted perhaps?

" Hello? (First name)? Are you there? "

"Y-Yeah..." Plopping down on the sofa, "Sorry... I'm not feeling particularly well today. I'll call you tomorrow? Or see you at work tomorrow?"

" Oh! You should have told me that in the first place! I told you, take care of yourself first! Don't keep pushing yourself; eat dinner and drink lots of water. Take a day off if you have to, okay? "

"Alright... I promise. Thank you, Mina. Love you!"

" Love you too babes. Now rest! Love you too! "

Tossing your phone aside. This situation was still bothering you, glancing over to your laptop on your coffee table calling out for your attention, reaching out to the trusty old Google. It may be more common than you think, some people may have experienced the same thing as you did, some look like celebrities. The world is huge. 7 billion people on this Earth.

Trembling fingers tapped away on the search bar,

'I look like a painting from 5000 years ago. Is that possible?'

About 424,000,000 results (0.74 seconds). Knitted eyebrows, darting across the screen for any answers. Anything. However, there nothing came up to what you have come to look up.

'Do modern humans look different than the ones who existed 5,000 years ago?' Quora.com- Nope, not what you are looking for.

'This is what mysterious ancient humans might have looked like.' CNN.com. Not this either.

'How the Human Face might look in 100,000 Years.' Forebes.com. Not even close.

Then there's the section saviour among all, the wonderful 'People who also asked, 'What does it mean to look like someone?' , 'What's another word for looking like someone?' , ' Doppelgänger' and 'Reincarnation theory'.

Doppelgänger (German: "double goer"), in German Folklore, a wraith or apparition of a living person, as distinguished from a ghos-

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Wikipedia.com

Doppelgänger (literally "double-walker") or doppelganger is a biologically unrelated look-alike or double, of a living person. Other traditions and stories equate a doppelgänger with an evil twin. In modern times, the term twin stranger is occasionally used. The word "doppelgänger" is often used in a more general and neutral sense, and in slang, to describe any person who physically resembles another person.

Click.

' Reincarnation Theory'

11,100,000 results.

Click.

Wikipedia.com

Reincarnation theory, also known as rebirth or transmigration, is the philosophical or religious concept that the non-physical essence of living beings a new in a different physical form or body after biological death.

Evidence suggests the reality of reincar-

Worldwide, children can be found who reported that they have memories of a-

More than 2,500 cases-

There are significant numbers of well-document cases of the following kind. At the age of 3 or 4, a child starts to make claims about their past that do not correspond to anything that has happened in their present life.

The accuracy of the memory claims is striking and there seems to be no possible normal explanation for this. The child also has certain character traits, interests and skills which correspond closely to those who have passed; and, perhaps, physical character, such as a birthmark or wound, which closely resembles a characteristic of the earlier individual. Further-

You shut your laptop close. Enough. Enough for today. It's too much, you are already left in the dark and any of your google searches are not helping, you are digging yourself in a deeper hole. Headaches. Nothing would help if you stay on this pathway of discovering such things... What would you do once you find all the information you needed? Then what? There was no point in this. It's not like you're going to be rewarded or meet these people from the past. You'll be regarded as crazy.

That's what you thought as your hand mindlessly reach for the bright red, what looked like a fresh bight red raised scar running to your chest.

It's better to leave things in the past.

Mind running throughout the night. Restless. Twisting, turning and thrashing. It was no use despite the efforts you have put on, it was glued permanently to your mind. The store was quiet so was the streets with occasional cars whizzing by, your thoughts were loud. Almost deafening. It seemed like you were lost in your little world, nimble fingers mechanically moving to wipe down the individual shiny glass. Ears didn't pick up the soft relaxed footsteps approaching her from behind.

"Excuse me." A hoarse yet kind and somewhat gentle sounding tone made your skin crawl. You spun around to face a man, who made every sense and nerve of your body scream in danger, this man is a literal walking corpse. You wondered how one person could even be pushed to this point, his skin lacking pigment almost to the point of it being grey with a tinged yellowish undertone as if not an ounce of life was present nor blood pumping through his vein. Leathery, rugged scathe skin, the prominent dark blue and purplish bags and scarring under his eyes. Lips were chapped to the point that it is cracking, encrusted with blood in a dark shade of red almost black.

You cleared your throat, shakily placing your hands on the counter leaning your whole weight, your shaky legs were beginning to go numb like at any second you'll suddenly collapse down to the floor.

"Hello... I'm sorry, we're not open to serving customers yet."

"Is that so?" He hums almost in a threatening way.

You gulped audibly and a bead of sweat, you swore you saw the glint of menace sheen over his eyes

"I-It's fine! You're the only customer right now. I can make an exception." You make up an excuse on the spot, brushing away the discomfort you were feeling, you didn't even get the chance to grind the coffee beans yet and it's going to take a bit of time. Nonetheless, you take a deep breath in. Put up the best customer service smile you could muster.

"What can I get you today?"

"Black coffee." He blurted, almost falling into deaf ears. You nod as you quickly scrambled over to the counter as your trembling finger reaching for the smooth-surfaced porcelain mug, it all clicks in your head that you did not ask whether or not this man was staying in to sip on the cup of joe. You mustered up the courage with little to nothing left.

"Sorry sir, I apologize, are you taking it to go?"

He hums.

"I'll take that to go." It was such a relief on your end. You almost let out a sigh of breath, you didn't want to be walking around on eggshells around him, there is no doubt in your mind that this man is walking a red flag. Yet you didn't want to raise any suspicion that you are shaking in your boots, of what he may be capable of doing, hell he could do anything now to harm you since no one is around to lend a hand when you're in desperate need.

The annoying whirring of the grinding of the coffee beans managed to drown out and calm your nerves, you could still feel his icy gaze burning the back of your neck, you tried. You tried your damndest to not let it show how much it is creeping you out. He might eat that fear just to get to your head or just for his amusement, he seems cynical enough to do that. the tightness in your chest. Heart erratically banging on your chest. You're sure he could he hear from where he stood. Ticking clock on the wall. Echoing in your ear. Everything seems to blur into place. Hands trembling.

"Here's your black coffee," You slid the cup to him, "That would be 350 yen. Would like some sugar or milk with that?"

"... (First name)..." He whispers mostly to himself yet you could hear it loud and clear.

"I'm sorry?" Your breath hitched

He eyes you up and down as he takes the cup to his lips slowly, taking a large gulp of the scalding dark coffee and humming in delight, then reaching deep into his trench coat pocket. You held your breath preparing yourself for the worse outcome, your mind snapping back to the good times you have with your friends and the amazing life you have lived. What shocked you the most was the unfamiliar yet what seemed like bittersweet memories pictures popping up like vintage reels in a movie scene; an unknown with bleach ash-blonde hair reaches for your cheeks affectionately, a kiss filled with sweet passion and condensed pack full of romance and stripped down to vulnerable nothing as his lips ghost on your bare shoulder. Sharp rubied eyes. Blood ink splattered upon his pale skin. Calloused hand as he wields a glinting sword from the leather sheath around his waist. His strong, bare rippled back facing you.

It caused a spark of heartache. Longing. Desire.

"Calm down." He tossed his payments onto the counter, his nimble fingers pointed at the metal-plated name tag pinned to your shirt by your left breast, "It's crooked and keep the change."

He takes one last look at you before taking his leave. You support yourself on the counter on the counter, swallowing the ball that formed in your throat, blinking away the hot tears in your eyes. The anxiety. Head was swimming with thoughts screaming in panic and the siren of threatening situations. Waving red flags.

You wish to never meet him again.

"(First name)?" A familiar sweet voice followed after the wonderful sweet melodic chimes of the bells at the door, you popped up from behind the counter still shaky, your friend seem to pick up your unnerved self. Her light brows crumple together, feet moving quickly together as she walks to your side.

"Are you alright? You look clammy."

"It's... Stuff." You said solely.

"Opening shift is shit, huh?" Hakagure laughs lightly to ease the tension, the laughter died down when there are still traces of trepidation and nails picking at the delicate skin around your nails that had turned raw, "Whoah, okay why don't we sit down and chill for a moment?"

Toru takes your hand guiding you to a table.

"I'm fine, Toru." You tried to reassure your friend, her lips curled disapprovingly and her light icy blue orbs looking serious juxtaposing her usual cheerful warm ones. It was strange really and uncomfortable.

"Well, I don't believe, something got you spook." Toru brushes off your blatant lie that rolled off your tongue so easily,

"I'm making some tea, just sit down and relax."

You take a deep breath, hands on your lap as your eyes trail outside the window, the glistening snowflake dancing delicately like poise dancers from the greying sky down to land, frozen heaven water glitter in its most artistic form. Once again, rubied eyes flashed like windowed photographs as if you were going through photo albums. The pure joy. Safety read aloud. You wonder, whose appealing and gently powerful that brings a sense of security? Perhaps it is just your wild imagination, yet so vividly painted.

A tray set of teacups and teapots, you caught a whiff of freshly brewed tea with a combination of floral and yet sweet, an earthy combination. It has hints of mint to it.

"It smells..." Like a memory, "It smells great. What is it?"

"Lavender tea. I heard it helps with calming your nerves down, I thought you would enjoy it." Toru says as she pours you a cup,

You bring the tea to your lips taking a deep breath in before taking a small sip, tongue savouring the smoky and sweet flavour. You feel more confused than ever before.

"So... what happened? If you don't want to talk about it that's fine with me and if you're fine then talk to me." Toru pulls out the chair across from you, placing the teacup down and gulping, you don't know where to start.

"I... I feel paranoid and I feel like I overreacted. But, there was this man who came in..." You pause trying to gather your thoughts, "He came in. I don't remember unlocking the front door or anything. He managed to get in."

"Huh? You... You haven't reported anything?"

"What do... You mean?"

"Well, the doorknob and the lock are gone. I assumed there was a break-in that's why you were all freaked out."

"No, no. I swear there wasn't any break-in. I did count beforehand, nothing was missing. And I-" You got up and the chair scraped on the floor creating a horrible noise,

"Hey, hey. I'll call the police and Aizawa about this, you just sit there." Toru stands and hurries to grab her phone, the anxiety weighing in your core and breath of fear. Every minute, every second that passed by felt like an eternity. A breath of relief came to you when you spot a police officer coming his way towards the cafe; a rather lean towering stern, a serious-looking man with his evergreen hair parted to the lead with streaks of strikingly golden yellow the same as his orbs in a plain white suit and glasses on.

"Hello, I am detective Sir Nighteye." He introduces himself, "I have heard a recent report of a break-in? May I talk to the person who has reported the incident or perhaps may have been present sure that time?"

"I, um, was there, I believe when it happened." Sir Nighteye seemed to have sensed the hesitating pitch in your voice.

"Believe? Could you elaborate on that further?"

"Well, I had an opening shift this morning. There was nothing particular that could raise any suspicion and I clearly still remember the doorknob being there." You take a deep breath, "I suspect that it may the man who came in before we're open to the public."

"A man?"

"Yes, he's pale, he seemed to have some sort of skin disorder and I don't know if it was my paranoia, I think he may have had some blood stains on him."

"I see." Sir Nighteye nods, "Any distinguishing mark?"

"No. He just had a very severe skin disorder from what I recall." You explain.

"Sir!" A police officer under his wing jogged over, "We have found something!"

"I will be there in a moment." Sir Nighteye turns back to you, "If you could, can you provide us with some video footage approximately around the time he arrived."

With that, Sir Nighteye turns to where the said evidence lays. He adjusts the tie around his neck as he reaches into his breast pocket for the latex noir gloves and slips them on over his hand, millions of his thoughts were racing through his head, could it be? Years have passed, why now of all times? His glowing eyes look over his shoulder as it lands on you standing aside idly.

Yes, afterall, there is a reason to appear all of a sudden. After all these times have passed, how much there is, he stopped counting roughly a decade ago. You're still the same. From the tiny mannerisms and quirks, did your husband finally find you?

"You think... It might be him?" One asked breaking Sir Nighteye out of speechful trance.

"Most likely. To ensure, I must examine the evidence closely first."

"Well, is that enough?" The police officer held up a bag of, all too familiar grey ash.

As the day progressed, you managed to take your mind off it as you were occupied with work instead. The bustling of people coming in and out. Some decide to stay to enjoy the wonderful homey ambience of the cafe, rich brown tables and the wonderful soulful sweet poetic music playing over the speakers.

"Hey." Toru pats you on the shoulder placing the piles of dishes on the sink, "You feeling better?"

"Yeah. Much better actually, thank you." You smile,

"Awe!" Toru coos, "You're welcome girlie! Of course, it's only natural, you look after me and I look after you."

Just another familiar face enter.

"(FIRST NAME)! Toru!" She squeals, her bright blush blossomed pink of a new rose bouncing curls as she skips eagerly her way behind the counter, tan skin glowing that told the story of summertime and the pleated short skirt circling her waist that looked amazing on her. It complimented everything about her.

"Hey, Mina." You greet.

"Awe, what's with that? Come on over here and give me a proper greeting!" Mina pulls you into a hug.

"Oh, who's that?" Toru points, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly as she points towards a man, a rather gigantic, way above the average height, with rippling pounds of muscles and his hands buried in his pockets. Forearms decorated with raised veins and littered with endless scars, the sleeves of his hoodie were rolled up to all the elbows. Cherry wine red thick tufts and a small scar under his eye. Sharp canines chewing down on his lower lip.

What? He... No.

"Oh! That's my boyfriend, Kirishima!"

Boyfriend?

"Boyfriend? You never told me you have a boyfriend?" You say perplexed though still keeping an eye on the man.

"I was going to! But you were so out of it yesterday."

Toru and Mina's thrilled discussion faded as your mind tried to juggle for anything. Anything. It was like this day feels like it's repeating, people, coming into your life like flashing scenes of a memoir.

"Hey, Kirishima! Come over here! I gotta introduce you to my friends!" Mina calls as Kirishima walks over.

"This is Toru! The one that makes great tea!"

"Oh hey! I heard so much about you!"

They shake hands.

"And this is (First name), the cafe historian as we like to call her."

"Nice to meet you, Kirishima." You reach to shake his hand firmly.

"Nice to meet you too!"

Fuck it.

"Can... Can I ask you a strange question?"

"Go on right ahead!" Kirishima grins.

"Have I met... You before?"

|← act one, scene one | act one, scene three →|

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

since you write untouchable lady could you perhaps do a axion berzet x reader where reader has been his personal maid ever since when they were kids?

𝒪𝒻𝒸 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝑒!! 𝐼 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸 𝒜𝓍𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈. 𝐼'𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒜𝓍𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎/𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒾𝒻 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝓀? 𝒮𝑜 𝓎/𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒹'𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝒜𝓍𝒾𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 ( 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝟧 )

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Headcanons firsttt

Okay so first of all you knew each other since you both were 5

Axion was actually a lively kid but grew up to be colder because of daddy issues

Axion’s father is really scary and you were scared of him as a kid

He is cold but only soft for you

Hair kissessss <3

He likes having his neck kissed too

He would probably smell minty

He refuses to take help from anyone else in the mansion except you therefore you have no free time… he is always like “Y/n help me with this” or “Y/n there is this new place I wanted to see. Get ready”.

So dirty minded but you don’t even know?? His eyes are constantly watching you as you work, while he thinks about ✨t h i n g s ✨

He would be very straight up with you kind of like, “I’m in love with you and I want to marry you”

Throws a lot of tantrums for an adult, like if you're not sitting next to him he won’t be eating dinner and then will proceed to ask why you didn’t join him. YOU WERE BUSY THAT'S WHY

You know that feeling when a baby hates everyone except you? That's kind of how it is with Axion. He hates everyone but is a literal golden retriever puppy when it comes to you.

People are like “How tf did you manage to tame him???”

Fanfic / Scenario <333

You opened the curtains to Axion’s ridiculously large room. Letting the morning sunlight make its way in. The rays of sunlight were annoying Axion who had proceeded to pull the sheets over his head but you had strict orders from Axion’s father that he needed to be ready by the afternoon, so here you were waking up your very stubborn boy. You had to pull the sheets  off his face and then he gave you a very grumpy look and tried going back to sleep.

“Master please, wake up,” You had sighed

“Okay, okay i’m up,” He said as he got out of bed

You smiled and pinched his cheeks, 

“We have grown so much since when we first met,” Y/n smiled

Memories flooded his mind. He was around five, a very small boy when his favorite maid had brought over a small girl. The woman begged Axion’s father to let y/n work with her as well. Since her husband's death they had no place else to go. Y/n’s mother was one of the best maids they had therefore, the head of the house agreed without much convincing needed. He had assigned y/n to accompany Axion as he would have someone else his own age to keep him company and since that day the duo had been attached at the hip. One never being seen without the other!! They had grown up together, y/n’s room was a slightly smaller yet still a big room next to Axion’s. You were known pretty well around the mansion and practically everyone shipped the two of you, believe it or not Axion’s father was also secretly rooting for the two of you after all it was clear that no one captured his heart more than you did. You two had grown up together, you had gone from being little kids to fully grown adults. Axion had gone from being a chubby little boy to a really handsome man and you had gone from benign an adorable little girl to a beautiful young lady. Bringing his head back to reality Axion stared at the shorter girl looking at him with concern.

“You blanked out again,” She sighed

“Ah, sorry y/n,” He said

On Axion’s 23rd birthday he snuck out of the ball with y/n and confessed his love for her at the lake. Although, he had confessed to y/n multiple times. This time he was making it official, slipping a blue sapphire ring on her finger and gazing at the stars as he wrapped his jacket around the two of them like a blanket.

𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹, 𝒾'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎!! 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓈𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 :)

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Can I request darkwing duck x chubby female reader whose a librarian in st.canard :) and saves her from nega duck

Hello dear💖, here's the request you asked for.

Night wing duck x chubby female reader💟

Damsels and ducks 🦆

Y/n was working in the library not much was happening, just people scrolling through books. Y/n was quite happy to be on her own to be honest it was rather quiet after all and peaceful, she had heard of the infamous dark wing duck. He was quite the hero and the looker to be honest, it may be weird, but y/n was infatuated with the character, he had the persona of an honest and good duck. Y/n was rather grateful she hadn’t met him, it would’ve been embarrassing but who’s to say it wouldn’t be worth a try.

She was scanning books as when suddenly y/n saw a shadow, she thought she was going insane. However, knowing that cape she could tell it was him, her infamous dark wing hero. Y/n wouldn’t have known that a certain other infamous villain was in the exact library, suddenly, an explosion rose from the room. A duck laughing from below emerged and claimed to be nega duck. He was insane, Nega duck was certainly not a good person, he takes fun in destroying the innocents. “Ah!” y/n screamed when the duck took noticed, the young female duck was certainly something he could use as a play for dark wing.

He grabbed y/n by her arm and starts to run when she hears night wing scream at the villain. Nega duck points his ray to y/n’s neck “any last words” he laughs. Y/n was suddenly out of Nega ducks grasp thanks to dark wing’s kick “Dark wing” y/n shouts when suddenly Nega wing shoots his ray gun towards night wing. Night wing dodged the insane ducks attack and pushed y/n out of the way “stay here Miss y/n” he read the duck’s name tag. The heroic duck ran off into distance, y/n couldn’t see a thing but all she could hear was hits and blasts. It was about 5 minuets before Nega duck was defeated by Dark wing “Thank you dark wing” y/n smiled.

Dark wing smirked at the pretty young duck, and he gave her something “No problem after all I am the terror that flaps in the night” he laughs like a hero. “Tell you what, how about I treat a pretty duck like you out” he starts to flirt with y/n. “Of course, my mighty hero” y/n hugs the duck and kisses his cheek.

The damsels always have a good taste in hero's.

Anyways thats all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

[chubbybuckydumpling]

Royally Screwed

words: 4.2k

pairing: chubby!stableboy!bucky x royal!female!reader

warnings: arguing, period (probably not) accurate problems, smut, fluff, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, power dynamics

A/n: dear anon, I’m sorry it took me 2 months to write this, I hope you’re not too upset. I changed the original prompt a little, I hope you still like it! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

My Masterlist

The wind is blowing through your hair, a cool breeze that relieves you from the hot summer sun. Your horse is galloping under you, his strong legs taking you over the loose ground. The rays warm your face, a welcome sensation. You missed this, riding through the afternoon, taking time to just live, all troubles and worries forgotten.

Admiral has always been close to you, your first horse and best friend since you were twelve years old, merely a child. The Arabian Stallion slows down to a trot on your command, the high grass tickling his side. You let your hands roam over his dark mane, feeling the sturdy hair under your fingers.

A single bumblebee flies ahead of you, its loud buzz making you smile. The scene around you makes your heart feel lighter, a warm feeling that floats through your chest. You let Admiral come to a halt and slide down from your saddle.

You trail your hand over the horse’s muscles, the short hair caressing your palm. His strong snout nudges your arm and he neighs, causing you to giggle, “You did so well, boy” You wrap your arms around Admiral’s muscular throat.

His scent fills your nose, it’s familiarity never fails to bring you comfort. The animal scratches over the earthy ground as the sound of hooves hitting the floor ripples through the air. You whip around, parting yourself from your companion. A little further away, you see two of the guards coming your way. Their horses are quick and strong, but they have nothing on your Admiral.

“Lady Y/n”, they yell out and you can’t help but roll your eyes. The men reach you quickly, panic in their eyes, “Your highness, you must remain in close proximity for us to successfully protect you at any time”, one of them states, trying to deepen his voice.

“Of course”, you smile at them, “it wasn’t my intention” A lie. You purposely mislead them to have a moment of your own, some quiet minutes of peace. The guards exchange glances until one of them shrugs. “We see. Now, it is of utmost importance to immediately escort you home. We shall keep you as safe as possible, your highness”

You sigh internally, but follow the mens’ orders without argument. Admiral snorts stubbornly, but reluctantly follows your lead.

The sound of birds singing and insects chirping brings you great joy as you gently rock back and forth with the steady trot of your horse. Unknowingly, these were the last moments you would spend outside of the castle for quite some time.

The guards at the gate salute as you pass them. The warm sun has kept you comfortable in the open where the wind was stronger, but you quickly start to heat up inside the walls of your father’s estate. Admiral soon comes to a halt in front of your mother. The woman is fuming as she approaches you, her face twisted into an angry grimace.

“Your father and I need to talk to you, young lady! You are in serious trouble”, her malicious voice hisses as you jump off of Admiral’s back. Your mother’s fingers wrap around your arm to pull you towards her, but a warm smile is on her face. A muscle in her jaw twitches and exposes her true anger. She speaks to one of your guards, but you can’t be bothered to listen for something has caught your attention.

A man has walked up to your horse to pet his head. He is gentle with Admiral, careful and loving even. You let your eyes rake over the man. The typical stable boy clothes are obscuring your view, but you can make out the bulge of his tummy, his big arms and thick thighs. His long brown hair falls over his face, some strands are stuck to his forehead as the sweat glistens over his face. This man looks like an absolute dream and you can feel your lips twitching up.

You begin to walk towards him, a giddy feeling brewing up in your stomach, but your mother pulls you back, “Oh no, you are not getting out of this one. Follow me, now” She drags you behind her and you wish to struggle against her grasps, but won’t dare to resist her. Not at that time at least. You take one last glance in his direction, hoping to see his face, more of him. You find his gaze, stare into the warm blue of his eyes before your mother pulls you out of his view.

A sad sigh escapes your lips, but you promise yourself to go and find him as soon as possible. The way he looked at you, sweet and shy, is replaying in your head, his sweaty form a picture in your mind. Whoever that man is, he makes your insides throb with desire.

Your father’s yelling rips you out of your trance and you look up to meet his vicious glare. He takes a deep breath with closed eyes and when he meets your eyes again he looks calmer. His hand reaches out to your face, cupping your cheek.

“My daughter, what am I going to do with you?”, his voice suddenly sounds sad, “Y/n, you know that you need to enter a marriage soon. I need you to be on your best behaviour, this is about your future. I only want good things for you” You rest your palm over your father’s, “I know, father” He brushes his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “You’re so beautiful, my only daughter. I know this isn’t what you want, but at least let me make it as pleasant as possible for you”

You sigh and stare right past your father, “I already gave my word to marry whomever you choose, father” His hand falls from your face and wraps around your fingers, “I don’t want to hand you to anyone, don’t you understand? I want someone that cares about you” He squeezes your hand, “But you need to behave,Y/n. The men of higher status, they won’t accept an ill-mannered, rebellious women”

Enraged, you rip away from his touch, “I am not ill-mannered” Your mother gasps at your outburst, but your father smiles at you. He steps forward and grabs you by the shoulders, “I know that. Believe me, I do. But these other men don’t” A sigh escapes your lips, but you nod nevertheless, “Okay, father. I will do my best” He grins and it jumps right over to you.

Your father pulls you into a warm hug and whispers to you, barely audible, “I could not be prouder of you, my child” A warm, comforting feeling spreads through your chest and you feel like a little girl, no worries or problems, just love and happiness on your mind. You pull away from the hug and watch your father’s eyes crinkle.

Your mother forces a cough and directs a pointed glare at her husband. He sighs and turns to you, “However, your mother and I have decided to ground you for the next few days. We cannot let your temperament ruin your future. We ask you to stay on the estate’s grounds” This is obviously your mother’s doing. She always cared more about your standing and reputation, but you’ve learned to just accept her orders.

“Yes, father”, you nod at them, “Mother” A satisfied look settles on the woman’s face, hands clasped tightly. “You are excused”, your father rasps and you leave the room, a sour look sneaking onto your lips. Stupid marriages. All of your life, the fact that you will be married off as soon as someone worthy shows interest, has been hovering over you, a subconscious thought that drained your energy, leaving you exhausted and numb. You can’t believe that this dreaded day is moving closer so fast.

You enter your room and sit down on your bed. The mattress gives out under your weight and perfectly molds into a comfortable shape. You let yourself fall until you’re lying flat on your back and close your eyes. Slowly, the darkness and exhaustion consumes you ,hugging you like a warm blanket.

The shine of the moonlight dancing through the window rouses you from your sleep. The light has a slight pink tint and colours the dim room in a nice shimmer. A yawn escapes your mouth and you sit up. The cool air makes goosebumps appear on your skin, yet you feel drawn to it. Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind. Surely, nobody would notice if you left for a little to see Admiral.

A grin sneaks on your lips as you wipe the nasty crumbs from your eyes. Quickly, but careful to remain silent, you dress in your warmer riding clothes, the training ones, not the dresses. Thick, warm leggings and a nice, comfortable pullover. On your way out, you grab a wooly hat to cover your ears, smiling mischievously.

Skipping, you make your way through the halls. A giddy sensation rumbles in your belly, the excitement of knowing you’re about to go on a ride. The door knob feels cool under your skin as you turn it to open it. The freezing air seeps into the kitchen, swirling around your body. Adrenaline shoots through your veins and your legs begin to move on their own, moving faster and faster until you’re running, your feet carrying you over the well known path.

You come to an abrupt stop when you see a small light in the stables, most likely a lit candle. Nervously, you sneak closer to peek around the corner. In the dim shine you manage to make out the features of the beautiful stable boy from earlier that day. His hair is falling free, framing his chubby face so beautifully.

A long sleeved linen shirt layered with a dark vest and brown trousers clad his thick form in such a delicious way. For some reason, this man made you feel things. To your surprise however, he is standing next to Admiral, gently stroking the horse’s strong, defined face. Weird, you find yourself thinking, Admiral usually does not tolerate close proximity with anyone but yourself.

That fact is seriously arousing. This beautiful man being so gentle to your hot headed horse is insanely attractive. Your heart fills with warmth the longer you watch him. He whispers into his fur, smiling adoringly at him. The stable boy’s big hands look so soft against Admiral’s fur, his thick, long digits massaging the strong muscles. You bite down on your lower lip, a sly smirk forming. This beautiful sight almost made you forget about the cold.

Your lungs fill with air as you take a breath of encouragement before you move out of the hiding spot. Making sure to move your hips extra seductively, you wander closer to the man of your desire. It’s easy to pinpoint the moment he notices you by the way his eyes double in size and his entire body freezes. The look of fear in his eyes tugs at your heartstrings.

Gently, you take a step closer to him, but he shies away from you, like a baby deer, scared and vulnerable. “Lady Y/n, I beg your pardon. I didn't mean to intrude”, he stumbles through the words, clearly afraid he upset you. You smile in hope of looking safe and not angry. “You’re fine”, your voice is gentle, almost like you’re talking to a child, “It’s impressive. Admiral really seems to like you”

He shyly looks up to you to gauge your reaction, nervously playing with his fingers. “He’s very beautiful”, the man whispers and tucks some of his loose strands of hair behind his ear. You grin, taking another step forward, “He is”, you reach out to scratch Admiral’s neck, “So are you”

A deep blush rises on his cheeks, warming his skin. You continue talking, eyes trained on the stable boy’s chubby face, smiling warmly at him, “So, what’s your name, pretty boy?” Nerves cloud his eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly, “James, b- but people call me Bucky”

“That’s a real pretty name”, you purr, “Bucky”, testing out how the word feels rolling off your tongue. Lower lip between your teeth, you reach out to touch his biceps. His strong muscles flex under your touch, but it feels soft beneath your skin. Your fingertips squeeze around him as a surge of want ripples through your body.

“I saw you with Admiral this afternoon and I could not stop thinking about you. You’re so good with him, it’s very”, you smirk and lean closer to him, lips right next to his ear, “arousing”. The whispered word makes him gulp and he feels himself twitching in his loose pants. He can’t deny he feels attracted to you, especially in these casual clothes that you’re wearing right now.

He’s been eying you for months now, always hidden away in the shadows or behind corners. He heard so much gossip, so many rumours that intrigued him, but your bond with Admiral really did him in. To see how caring and tender you were with the horse made him crave the same attention from you. He wanted your affections and love, almost like he needed them, but he knew better than to approach you. His family depends on his earnings, he would not challenge that security he could provide. But now it seemed like maybe he could have both.

The close proximity makes his heart race, your breath tickling his sensitive skin. You feel his nerves, so you move even closer, pressing your body against his. He tenses up, but shyly reaches for your waist. “I really want you right now, Bucky”, you whimper, pushing your breasts forward and up against his chest. His breath catches in his throat, but he somehow finds the energy to tighten his grip on you.

The feeling of your body against his further arouses him, a shiver running down his spine. With all the courage he could muster, he looks up at you, “I really want you too” Your hands run over his chest and grip onto the edges of his vest, “Then take me”

Pulling on the leather, your mouths crash together. His rough, chapped lips fit right onto your own soft lips, a result of your maid’s tending. The smacking sound immediately helps you relax into Bucky’s frame, letting out a little sigh. With newfound confidence, he traces your lower lip with his warm tongue, leaving you yearning for a taste.

You open up for him, letting him explore your mouth. He moans at the feeling, licking into you greedily. Little glimmers of want spark in your belly, nipples hardening as the simmering pleasure begins to grow. Your saliva mixes with his, tongues dancing together in an aroused display of want.

Just as you were about to shrug off his leather vest, Admiral neighs right next to you. Bucky shrieks, jumping away from you. You stare at him, a slight fear of being caught running through you before a grin etches on your lips, laughter bubbling in your chest. Bucky mimics your giggling, his eyes crinkling adorably, lips swollen.

Grinning you pet your horse once, but turn to the chubby stable boy to pull him after you. The back of the stable is dark, only Bucky’s candle serving as a source of light. You turn around, coming face to face with the pretty boy. The golden glow makes him look so beautiful, the breath stuck in your throat. It’s completely silent, only the sounds of your breathing audible.

You gulp, stepping even closer to him. Carefully, you take his candle and place it on the floor, close to a pile of hay. “Bucky”, you whisper, “please” He takes a deep breath, but closes the distance between you two, once again connecting your mouths. Gently, he grabs you by your waist, both hands feeling warm and powerful on your body. Your own fingers wrap around his neck, playing with his beautiful hair.

With tongues intertwined, Bucky closes his arms around you to lead you towards the hay, supporting your weight. “Wait”, he mumbles against your lips, reluctantly pulling out of the embrace, “Let me just…” With care, he shrugs off his vest and places it over the hay. A soft smile spreads over your face, a funny feeling whirling in your belly. You take the chance to take off your hat.

“Well then, gentleman”, a purring sound fills the air, “I could use some help undressing” He gulps, eyes widening in arousal. Slowly his hands find your hips, fingers sliding under your shirt. The immediate warmth that seeps into your skin makes you gasp, moaning lightly at the feeling. His digits trace your skin, gently lifting up your shirt so you can take it off.

His hands roam your exposed skin, exploring your body to his full extinct, feeling every curve and uneven spot. You reach behind your back, unclasping your sturdy bra. Bucky gasps at the sight, eyes trained on your exposed breasts. Your nipples harden, once more, under his fiery gaze and you gently push his hands towards the, your body burning for his touch.

The moment his palm cups you, a needy moan escapes you which spurs Bucky on to massage your breasts with more enthusiasm, toying with your nipples. Greedily you let your hands wander under his linen shirt, reveling in the feeling of his soft skin. The chubby rolls feel delicious under your touch, gending to your wishes. You hastily free him from the offending clothing, pressing your body against his.

Arousal and need is flaming inside you and you desperately press your lips together into a hungry kiss, teeth crashing against each other. “Please, I need you so much” He nods, breathless, and gently lays you down on his vest. You catch a glimpse of his tented trousers, saliva running in your mouth, the sight so delicious, especially paired with his big thighs.

Bucky’s chubby fingers work your fuzzy leggins down your legs. The cold air causes goosebumps to raise on your skin. You hear him gasp when he looks at your exposed heat,dilated eyes transforming into a hungry stare. “You’re beautiful”, he groans, his hand cautiously travelling up your thighs. You nod as confirmation and Bucky runs two of his digits up your heat.

He traces your outer lips, your anticipation rising. You hold your breath, hands running through the hay that the vest doesn’t cover. Finally, he leans up and spits on your core, further lubricating you. He finds your clit and begins to rub gentle circles into it, a stuttered breath leaving your mouth.

Bucky trails down to your opening, carefully inserting two of his fingers into you. “Fuck”, he groans, pushing in further, “you’re so tight and wet” He starts to fuck you with them, slowly at first, then faster, his gaze set on you. The squelching noises fill the air, soon joined by your moans. Suddenly he hits a special spot and you arch your back, pressing into him as a loud, guttural groan leaves you.

Your gaze meets Bucky’s and you begin to move your hips on your own, “Please do it again, do it again” Your begging eggs him on and he adds another finger, his strong thrusts leaving you breathless. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, pleasure building up in your lower belly.

All of a sudden you feel something wet around you, followed by a suction right around your sensitive nub. You moan loudly, hands flying into his hair. His penetrating gaze meets your eyes and with an especially hard suck the coil in your tummy snaps and you cum around his fingers, your core grabbing him tightly. You feel him moan against you, but he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging the addictive high.

Finally, you regain your senses and push him away from you, too sensitive for any further stimulation. You look at him. He sits in front of you, his chin wet with your slick, chubby belly rolls folding into each other deliciously, his trousers tented with his obvious want. A smile plays over your lips, “You look so beautiful like this, James”

He perks up when you mention his name, a shy, but aroused glint in his eyes. “You really think so?”, he sounds so little your heart starts aching for him. “I’ve never seen someone as stunning as you”, you crawl up to him, hands on his cute little cheeks. You feel his breath graze your lips and lunge forward, mouth against his, tongues tangling.

One of your hands drops lower to cup him. He feels heavy in your palm and so nice. A craving awakes inside you and you squeeze him through his trousers, a lovely moan ringing in your ears. Your fingertips hook around the waistband and you pull all the bothersome clothing off of him. His cock jumps free. It looks delicious, hard and slightly curved to the side, thick veins running along the length of it. The bulbous head is covered with his foreskin, a trail of precum has made its way down some of it.

The sight of him is so beautiful, his thick thighs making you bite down on your lip. You bow down, one hand gripping his leg, the other slowly fisting his cock. You watch as the foreskin pulls back to show his wet, sensitive head. With one last look into his face, which is contorted in pleasure, you take him in your mouth, slowly sinking down on him.

He moans, hands cupping the back of your head. You suck on him, yearning for his cum, his taste .Fondling his balls, you become even more hungry for him. He smells so husky, so good, mouthwatering even. Slowly, you take him even deeper, your nose buried in the curly pubic hair. His hips stutter, pressing his length even further into your throat, a hearty groan leaving him. You splutter around him, your gag reflex kicking in.

Pulling off, you take deep breaths, spit running down your chin. “‘m sorry”, Bucky mutters, his own hand now wrapped around himself, fisting his wet cock, “It just feels so good” Your pussy clenches at his words and you lay back down, spreading your legs. “I bet this will feel even better”

Bucky groans at the sight and shuffles closer. He runs his thick head along your slit, coating it in your wetness. Managing to hit your sensitive clit with his cock, he groans, twitching in want. Gently, Bucky positions himself at your stretched hole and begins to push in. He moans, steadily spreading you over his cock until he bottoms out.

Sweat runs down Bucky’s face, pleasure and desperation filling him. He tries to refrain himself, but when you begin to whimper and grab onto his thick arms he crumbles. Bottoming out, his fat balls slap against your bum. Slowly he pulls out again, just to thrust right back into you. His cock is so hard and curved perfectly, he fits inside you so well.

The sounds of skin slapping and moaning is the only thing you can hear, sweaty bodies moving in unison, a play of mutual pleasure, need and adoration. Bucky’s chubby belly feels so good against you, especially paired with the delicious feeling of him hitting your spongy g-spot over and over again.

His hands are all over your body, grabbing handfuls of your breasts, playing with your nipples, holding your thighs and squeezing your waist. His moans and whimpers sound so delicate and sexy, almost serene and calming, but so arousing. The squelching of where your core envelopes him makes you arch into him, his chub so soft against you, yet his obvious strength makes you clench.

His length fills you so good, his hard, quick thrusts turning you on enormously. His fattened up cock makes you mewl, all the sensations adding up into one big coil of pleasure.

Bucky’s sounds grow louder, his hard thrusts faster, more irregular. His cock begins to pulse in you when he drops a hand to your sensitive nub, drawing quick, strong circles on it. Your body is on fire, spasming under the stable boy, your hips meeting his thrusts. You feel so close to the edge and when Bucky grunts, “You’re so good for me, you’re gonna make me cum” you fall over.

Your body shakes, yet you feel like you’re floating. A warm, fuzzy sensation enveloping you, like a soft blanket hugging you close. You feel Bucky’s naked skin against you, his fingers on your skin and his breathing against your neck, but you can’t open your eyes. He grunts loudly and pulls out, but you’re so blissed you don’t find the energy to do anything but whimper.

“Thank you”, he mumbles, his soft lips resting near your collarbone, some spare hairs tickling you nicely.

Slowly, you become more conscious and manage to blink, opening your eyes. Bucky is cuddled against your side, laying on the hay. His arm is wrapped over your waist. You spot his white cum on your tummy; It looks slightly dried and feels a little itchy.

You turn to look at him, a soft smile forming at his beautiful face. His long hair frames him so well, a delicate sight that makes your fingers itch to draw. Instead, you cuddle closer to him and close your eyes. You know you’ll have to get up soon, nobody can find out about this, but for now you want to enjoy this moment of peace and serenity for a little while longer.

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A list of my old writing that you can request I revise

Song Prompts

Meeting and Dating Headcanons~

Pretty in Pink

Andie Walsh

Duckie Dale

Blane McDonagh

Steff McKee

Sixteen Candles 

Jake Ryan

The Lost Boys

Paul

Dwayne

Poly Lost Boys

Edgar Frog

The Breakfast Club

Brian Johnson

John Bender

Andrew Clark

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Dallas Winston

Two-Bit Mathews

Rumblefish

Steve Hays

Ferris Buellers Day Off

Cameron Frye

Karate Kid

Daniel Larusso

Johnny Lawrence

Dutch

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

Jason Dean

Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Jeff Spicoli

Brad Hamilton

Better Off Dead 

Lane Meyer

Weird Science

Gary Wallace

Wyatt Donnelly

Dream A Little Dream

Dinger Holfield

Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan 

Dating Poly Bill and Ted 

The Princess Bride

Inigo Montoya

Interview with the Vampire

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Children of the Corn

Malachai Boardman

National Lampoons 

Rusty Griswold (European Vacation)

Cant Buy Me Love

Kenneth Wurman

The Chocolate War

Jerry Renault

Archie Costello

The Mighty Ducks

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Adam Banks

Les Averman

Porkys

Brian Schwartz

Anthony ‘Meat’ Tuperello

Tommy Turner

Tim Cavanaugh

Mickey Jarvis

Just One of the Guys

Terry Griffith

Greg Tolan

Dead Poets Society 

Neil Perry

Todd Anderson

Charlie Dalton

Knox Overstreet

Steven Meeks

Earth Girls are Easy

Mac

Combat Academy 

Perry Barnett

Waynes World

Garth Algar

Austin Powers

Austin Powers

Toy Soldiers

Ricardo Montoya

Good Will Hunting

Chuckie Sullivan

10 Things I Hate About You

Joey Donner

My Bodyguard

Ricky Linderman

Melvin Moody

Stand and Deliver

Angel Guzman

Something Wild 

Ray Sinclair

Three O’Clock High 

Buddy Revell

Intruder

Randy

Young Guns

Jose Chavez y Chavez

Billy the Kid

Doc Scurlock

Dazed and Confused

Benny O’Donnell

Don Dawson

Kevin Pickford

Randall “Pink” Floyd

Fred O’Bannion

Mitch Kramer

Ron Slater

Shavonne Wright

Dogfight

Eddie Birdlace

Ladybugs

Matthew

Goosebumps

Sticks

Freddy Renfield

Twister

Robert ‘Rabbit’ Nurick

Stand by me 

Ace Merrill

School Ties

Rip Van Kelt 

Chris Reece

The Untouchables

Eliot Ness

The Godfather

Tom Hagen

(Young) Vito Corleone

(Old) Vito Corleone

Goodfellas

Henry Hill

Little Shop of Horrors

Seymour Krelborn

Newsies

Specs

Near Dark

Severen

Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees

Scream

Billy Loomis 

Poly Billy and  Stu

Stu Macher

The Craft

Nancy Downs

Hocus Pocus

Max Dennison

Thackery Binx

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Adam Maitland

The Crow

Eric Draven

Ghostbusters

Ray Stantz

Aliens

Bishop

An American Werewolf in London

Jack Goodman

Sleepaway Camp

Ricky Thomas

Re-animator

Herbert West

Silence of the Lambs

Clarice Starling

Fright Night

Jerry Dandridge

Candyman

Daniel Robitaille

The Evil Dead

Ash Williams

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Harvey Kinkle

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike

Full Metal Jacket

Sgt. Hartman

Joker

Animal Mother

Pyle

Preference~ the boys with an s/o whose ex stalks them

Grease

Kenickie

Labyrinth

Jareth

Total Recall

Douglas Quaid

Requested “Would Includes” and Imagines/Fics~

Darry falling for Johnny’s sister

Allison Reynolds dating a shy nerdy girl

Starting a family with Cameron Frye

Making out with Cameron Frye

Cameron Frye comforting you when you’re upset

Getting drunk with the Ferris Bueller crew

Gary Wallace dating a tall girl

George Mcfly with a dominant flirty s/o

Comforting and being comforted by Will Hunting

Will Hunting having a crush on you

Being apart of the good will hunting gang

Armand with a virgin s/o (including nsfw)

Lestat and Louis dating a girl who loves horror movies

Making out with Duckie Dale

Duckie Dale cheering you up

Cliff having a crush on you

Making out with Cliff

Making out with Bryce

Bryce having a crush on you

The Lost Boys with an s/o having an anxiety attack + fighting depression

The Lost Boys with a sweet and innocent s/o

The Lost Boys with a curvy mate

The Lost Boys fighting with their mates

The Lost Boys dating a shy short girl

The Lost Boys taking care of you when you’re hurt

Getting drunk with the Lost Boys would include

David x Laddies older sister

Making out with Edgar Frog

Being Married to Archie Costello

Going to the beach with Archie Costello

Making out with Archie Costello

Darrys girlfriend landing a job at a local cafe as a singer

Making out with Kenneth Wurman

Being Cindys friend and Ronalds crush

Harold Sherbico having a crush

Kim Kelly dating her polar opposite

Neil Perry dating an artist

Making out with Charlie Dalton

Jealous Charlie Dalton

Jealous Knox Overstreet

A study date with Steven Meeks

Spending the winter season with Neil Perry

Comforting Charlie Dalton after he gets expelled 

The dead poets walking in on Charlie and his secret, shy girlfriend 

Simon Boggs having a crush on Laneys friend

Faking It-Cindy Mancini falling for the girl who paid her to be her friend

Spike having a crush on you

Steff McKee having a crush on you

Marko having a crush on you

David having a crush on you 

Paul having a crush on you

Dwayne having a crush on you

Dwayne x vampire reader who dresses like Stevie Nicks

Making out with Keith Nelson

Meat having a crush on Peewees sister

Admit it- Mickey Jarvis and his future s/o having crushes on each other

Being a part of team USA and meeting Adam and Charlie

Dwayne Robertson having a crush on you

Sleepover with Bill and Ted (including nsfw)

Being pregnant with Ted Logans child

Starring in the schools Romeo and Juliet with Ted Logan

Ted Logan asking you to be his valentine

Spending Valentines day with Steff McKee

Spending Valentines day with Steven Meeks

Spending Valentines day with Keith Nelson

Spending your first Valentines day with Bryce

Wishing I Was Her (Nick Andopolis)

If You Want Out Just Say It (Ace Merrill)

Going on the Ferris adventure

Going on your own adventure with Cameron Frye

Making out with Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Travelling back in time with Marty McFly

Tommy Devito dating a chubby artist

Years Gone By (Michael Corleone)

Sonny Corleone dating his opposite

Phillipe Gaston x reader~ Fairy Tale 

Being Fulton's sister and Dating Dean Portman

Comforting Todd when he’s upset

Being married to Bill S. Preston Esquire

Being married to Ted Logan

Spending Halloween/October with Knox Overstreet

Making out with Knox

A will they, won’t they relationship with Seth Brundle

Falling in love with Edward Scissorhands

Dwayne Hicks with an Android!Technician s/o

Private Joker dating an artist 

Jareth falling in love with you

Being married to Matt Hooper and going to Amity

The way you make me feel~ John Bender

Being in a long term relationship with JD

J.D. with a chronically ill s/o

Archie with a chronically ill s/o

Making out with Ted Logan

Archibald Craven falling in love

Andy Dufresne falling in love

Nsfw Headcanons~ 

Group sex with the lost boys

Sam Emerson

Threesome with Obie and Archie

Armand

Archie Costello

(sub) Archie Costello

Obie

Johnny Cade

Cameron Frye

Duckie Dale

Blane

John Bender

Randy (Intruder)

Joey Donner

Kenneth Wurman

Keith Nelson

The Dead Poets Kinks

Knox Overstreet

Charlie Dalton

Steven Meeks

Todd Anderson

Neil Perry

Gerard Pitts

John Bender taking your virginity

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Dinger Holfield

The Lost Boys

JD

Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Benny O’donnell

Fred O’Bannion

Cliff

Bryce

Johnny Walker

George Mcfly

Brian Moreland

(sub) Perry Barnett 

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Randy Meeks

Michael Emerson

Nancy Downs

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler

Spike

Angel Guzman

Sgt. Hartman

Brad Hamilton

Douglas Quaid

Chris (night of the creeps)

Sonny Corleone with a shy, virgin s/o

George Mcfly getting jealous and being dominant

Grease Monkey (Keith Nelson smut)

Sins of the flesh and matters of the heart (David x reader + Dwayne smut)

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Free! as Dads | Haru, Ikuya, Natsuya

Pairings: Haru X Reader (gender neutral though reader isn’t mentioned), Ikuya X Reader (gender neutral though reader isn’t mentioned), and Natsuya X Reader (female)

Genre: fluffy domestic swimmer dads

Author’s Note: free! needs more appreciation ✨

Free! as Dads | Rin, Sosuke, Makoto

Haru: gif from @makeusfreefromthisfandom

The water welcomed his body as natural as air and food, making his hair dance as freely as the wind with every stroke he made

It was like the water had embraced him after so long

But he was back

And this time, he brought someone with him

“Do you like it, S/N?” He pushed his hair back as he stood, the water just below his waist, his son puppy paddling toward him pushing a kick board with a dolphin on it with matching dolphin floaties on his arms

He was quiet as he focused on paddling and keeping his head above the water, nodding his head

Haru smiled as he held the front of the board, guiding his son

“Do you wanna try without the board? You can hold my hands.”

His son hesitantly paused, letting his legs sink down before he nodded

The little dark haired boy was like a carbon copy of Haru in terms of looks and personality, it made you wonder if your genes had even mixed in or not

The water glimmered beautifully as the reflection marbled on the ceiling of the swim club

The little boy clung onto Haru’s hand as he slowly walked backward in the water, letting the little boy paddle

Haru’s eyes were filled with adoration for his son, content he liked the water as he did

“Wanna try it for yourself?” He asked after a bit of swimming in the shallow area

Your son, quiet as he was, nodded after hesitating

“He’s gotten so big,” the chiming voice of Makoto returned from the office of the swim club, his hair damp as he was finally free from the wetsuit

The same swim club from their childhood that he was now the owner of

A large splash sounded from the deeper end as Makoto dove in, freely swimming his way over to the shallow ends where he spent most of the days as he trained the little kiddos to swim

“Yeah,” a small smile spread on Haru’s lips. “Do you want to try to swim to uncle Makoto on your own?” He asked as he picked his son up, holding him in his arms as Makoto stood where he was, the water was a bit above his waist

His little boy took deep breaths as he held onto his father’s shoulder, his hair crazy on his head before Haru reached up and fixed it fore him, pushing his hair back

“Do you wanna swim over there?” Haru pointed to Makoto as Makoto waved to S/N a few meters away

His little boy was even quieter than he was as he shook his head, not wanting to go into the deeper end

Haru walked closer toward the deeper end towards Makoto

“S/N, would you like to join my class?” Makoto looked down to the little boy, his eyes bluer than any ocean and sky combined, hair as dark as the night

The little boy looked up to Haru with wide eyes. “Can I?” He asked

“Of course,” Haru smiled, his heart content now that he could have a swimming buddy

Ikuya: gif from @makeusfreefromthisfandom​

“It’s dark, papa,” the timid voice of Ikuya’s son were caught by Ikuya before proceeding into the open ocean exhibit

The sheer size of how much water there was was daunting itself

But the views were unforgettable once you were able to see the various ocean life forms that lived so differently than humans

“It’ll be alright. I’ll be with you, okay?” He knelt down beside him but he still knew it would be no use

His son was just too afraid of the dark and what his imagination made him believe what lurked within

“Papa will be with you the entire time though. Is that still too scary too?” He tried to urge his son but of course he didn’t want this special trip to turn sour

The little boy clung onto his father’s hands with his head down and lips pouty

“S/N, would it help if you had a friend with you?” Ikuya looked to his deep teal haired boy, hoping it would help

“Come, let me show you.” He stood back up with his body leaned down, his son holding his hand as they walked toward the gift shop, a place significantly brighter

He wanted to save this part for the end of the trip, for his son to pick out a souvenir to remember this trip

The store was so open and welcoming as kids like Ikuya’s son’s age, both older and younger as they ran about

The store was so much bigger inside

“Do you want a shark?” Ikuya lifted his son into his arms, giving him a better view of all the various stuffed animal

His little boy quietly shook his head in response, his hand holding onto the collar of Ikuya’s sweater

“Mm, how about this one?” Ikuya pointed to a colorful starfish to which his son still shook his head in response

“Hmm,” Ikuya pondered as he looked at all the colorful fish and other toys, wondering which would be good

Maybe a bubble machine? One of those overpriced yet cheaply made wand lights?

“Papa,” the small voice of his son brought him out of his thoughts as the little boy timidly tugged on his father’s collar, bringing his attention to one of the smaller, single colored stuffed animals

“This one?” Ikuya pulled one off the shelf towards his son whose eyes never left it. “A beluga whale.”

“You sure, Buddy?” Ikuya wanted to give his done a big one like a whale shark plushie that was almost as big as him

But the little boy nodded as he already hugged the plushie close, petting the bulbous head of the plushie, content

“Okay.” And with that

His son was able to bravely go through the dark tunneled entrance of the open ocean exhibit with Ikuya and his new little friend in his arms as his eyes and mind were blown away at the grand exhibit

And every time Ikuya looked over to his son, his little one couldn’t take his eyes off of all the different aquatic creatures that swam right before him

He could see sea the ocean and all its wonders in his son’s wide vermillion eyes

Natsuya: 

Heavy rumbles echoed all throughout the sky as the dark gray clouds blocked out the sun, not letting a single ray of sunshine sneak through

You typed away at your computer, catching up on some work, your eyes occasionally drifting to check up on your daughter as she crawled about

As little and young as she was, she was so curious, always sticking with you to keep you company while working

But once Natsuya was spotted

She was determined to find him

You paused your typing, letting the room fill with the tapping noise of the rain pelting against the side of the house as she crawled away, disappearing into the room where Natsuya was

The room was calm and silent, filled with the deep breaths of Natsuya as he laid as still as a log in his futon taking a long nap

She approached her father, only slowing down to a stop beside him as she just sat there and watched him

But this wasn’t enough for her

She crawled on top of the blanket on top of him, and sat herself on his chest

She leaned forward and pressed her hand to his face, abruptly waking him from his peaceful slumber

But instead of annoyance, he immediately saw who it was and saw his little flower

He could never be annoyed

“Hi, buttercup,” his voice raspy and dripping with sleep as his eyes blinked slowly up to her

A small smile spread on her face as she cooed

“Whatcha doin here?” He yawned, in turn making his baby girl yawn as well

She only tilted her head as she patted his face again, bringing her little hand to the top of his nose as if to say “I got you”

“Wanna join papa? Hm?” He asked as he already began drifting but before she could respond in any way, a clap of thunder scared her

She buried her face into his shoulder into a little ball

Natsuya could’ve sworn his heart skipped three beats

She was so tiny

“There’s nothing to be scared of, papa’s here to protect you, alright?” He turned toward her, rubbing his hand to her back, bringing her out of her little ball

“Papa’s here,” he smiled as he tucked her hair behind her little ear

The longer she stared, the drowsiest she got as yawns began to fall from her lips

“Oh it must be your nap time,” he mumbled as he rubbed his fingers to her chubby cheeks, as she pouted, her little hands rubbing her eyes

“Nap nap time,” he tapped the back of her hand to which she peeked open her eyes before being laid down beside Natsuya’s head onto the futon with her own pillow and little blanket

He turned onto his side, his face inches away from hers as she began to drift too

His smile only grew bigger seeing how her wide eyes were drifting

The longer she tried to say awake, the longer she couldn’t stay awake

“Go to sleep buttercup, papa will still be here when you wake,” he whispered as he leaned close, pressing a little kiss to her forehead

And with that, his little princess drifted off, her hand wrapped around his fingers as Natsuya drifted off too

The last thing he saw, was his little girl

And even in her sleep, she couldn’t let go of his fingers - she couldn’t let him go snd he never would

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