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hotxcheeto · 2 years ago

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reader is ellie's gf and she's a virgin and Ellie pop her cherry but Ellie is like really sweet and go slow n shit ~im just protecting at this point.

━ 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, afab reader, fingering (r! receiving), tribbing, oral (r! receiving), mentions of pain, readers first, teasing, dom!Ellie, sub!Reader, fluffy, really long

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/my eyes are lowkey burning so a lil bit

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Bada bing bada boom I'm very proud of this but it is long I hope you enjoy! I'm sorry I've been MIA and also that this took so long! love you <3 Also I'm messing around a bit with my formatting so just bare with me

Ellie was your best friend. Dating and not, she was your person for years. The shy, dorky, green eyed girl having asked you out a few months after breaking up with Cat. A flustered confession in the quiet of her room.

You'd never experimented before, you knew you liked her. It hurt to see her with others. You knew she wasn't a virgin, she had at least some experience. Especially with Cat, who was almost the exact opposite of your personality.

It made you nervous, almost ashamed. Though you knew Ellie would raise hell if she found out you felt like this. The girl hated seeing you upset in any way.

You couldn't get it off your mind though, finally going the extra mile. It's not like she'd push you or harm you, but you couldn't help but feel like an idiot.

Especially after a conversation with a few other girls at the bar. Dina poking fun at your virginity. You knew it was just a joke, laughing in the moment but thinking about it know, maybe you were ready.

You just didn't know how to ask.

"Jesse wants us to go with him and Dina to that waterfall tomorrow." Ellie laid between your legs, a comic book hovering above her now turned away face. Looking up at you as your fingers ran through her hair while you thought.

"That sounds fun." You said quietly, still in your mind slightly. Not fully listening to her words. "You alright?" "Hm?" You seemed to finally snap out of it, turning to meet her eyes. "I-" "Yeah, I'm okay." You smiled down at her, tight lipped, your eyes then moving up to the TV.

"You sure?" She asked, tossing the comic that she'd already read at least twice before rolling onto her stomach. Resting her chin on the area just above your crotch.

"Yeah, just thinking too much." "Mm, 'bout what?" Her voice was soft, eyes genuinely worried, yet it was too frustratingly embarrassing to say out loud. You shrugged, avoiding her eyes. Instead running your finger along her arm that was hooked under your leg, hand resting on your hip.

"C'mon, what is it babe?" The use of the nickname could've made your cheeks warm time and time again. Like now. The way it rolled off her tongue, it was like a fever dream come true. "It's embarrassing." You decided to say after a moment of quiet, her eyes never leaving your own.

"Seriously?" She chuckled, rubbing circles with her thumbs on the exposed skin of your stomach. "Don't be mean." Your face felt hot, a flustered smile on your face as you turned your head completely away from her. Looking out the window beside the bed.

"I'm not, you're just cute." "Am not." "Are too." Ellie laughed quietly, sitting up, using your knees as support as she sat back on her own. Moving to rest her chin on her arms, still resting along your kneecaps. "Dina just made this stupid joke, it was harmless-" "What did she say?"

Ellie's smile had fallen a bit, a more serious tone finding its way to her voice. "It was stupid." You laughed quietly. "She just... she made this dumb joke about me still.. being a virgin." You let out a few giggles trying to cover up the pit that had grown in your stomach.

"Jesus, she needs to learn to read a room." Ellie groaned, smiling a bit when she heard you laugh. "I don't know, I guess it bothered me more than I thought." You messed with the hem of your shirt, twisting it with your finger, stomach feeling like it would spontaneously combust if you made eye contact with her.

"Y/n." You met her eyes for a split second before looking back at your shirt. "Whatever she said-" "I want to." Ellie was slightly taken aback for a moment, as were you at your own admission.

"Hm." You'd barely noticed the way her fingers danced down your legs until then. Shifting when you finally seen the small smirk creeping onto her face. "Like... right now?" She asked, her voice now eerily quiet, leaning towards you.

"I don't know.. I don't even know how that works. Like I know how sex works but like... ugh." Ellie wanted to laugh, but the seriousness mixed with nerves on your face made her hold in her chuckle. Hands finding the skin of your hips, your fingers soon finding hers.

"Will it hurt?" "Maybe a little." She answered honestly, pushing your legs apart once again. Hovering over body, one hand holding her up, the other you still hadn't let go of, not that she minded. "I'm not gonna beat you up, you know?" You snorted, covering your mouth with your hand as you laughed.

"Don't say that." "Just thought I'd remind you. You don't have to just because Dina said some stupid joke." "I know, but I feel bad." Ellie stared down at you confused. "We've been together for how long? I know you're not a virgin, I just... I dunno." You muttered, again denying her your eyes.

"I want too... I'm just nervous and it's stupid and embarrassing." Ellie sent you a smile, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "No its not." "I hate you." You whispered. Your eyes met hers, the usual bright eyes having darkened with an unfamiliar look.

"Doubt it." She then whispered back, your faces just barely an inch apart. Her warm breath fanning your mouth. Finally, you moved, kissing her slightly chapped lips. The lingering taste of the lunch you'd made for you both still on her tongue.

"You're sure?" She mumbled against your lips, hand holding the hem of your shirt. Searching your eyes for any sort of discomfort. "I'm sure. I'll tell you if I wanna stop." You mumbled back, the girl immediately coming back down for another sloppy yet soft kiss.

Hearing your small whimpers, Ellie's hand gripping your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to her body. "Ellie.." You whispered breathlessly, her lips moving down your neck leaving small kisses in her wake. Nothing sloppy or too harsh, only soft, light pecks here and there.

Her eyes flickering up to meet yours for a moment, finding a lustful gaze staring back at her. Your chest moving up and down as you took deep, shaky breaths.

She then found your sweet spot, a little whimper escaping your lips, kissing a spot just above your collarbone. Grazing her teeth against your skin, small marks soon coating your flesh as a tingly feeling entered the area between your legs.

"Here." Ellie sat up, tugging at the bottom of your shirt. You leaned forward silently, allowing her to tug your shirt over your arms and head, throwing it aside to join the other clothes on the floor.

You were left in the lacy bralette you'd decided to wear this morning. Trying to boost your own confidence, but that obviously didn't work.

"Will you take off your shirt too?" You asked sheepishly, arms moving over your stomach. Your face burning while her eyes lingered over you, taking in every inch. "Yeah." Her fingertips hooking underneath her own shirt in a matter of seconds, pulling it over her head and throwing it beside yours.

Her black sports bra complimenting her pale skin, her lips moving to yours once again. Her hands softly wrapping around your wrists, pulling them away from your body.

"You're so pretty." She muttered against your skin, leaving small hickies tainting your neck, kissing down your chest. Reaching the valley of your breasts, fingers beginning to mess with the lace at the bottom.

"Ellie.." I'm gonna take this off now.." she tugged at the bralette, looking at you for permission. Moving once you nodded, goosebumps rising on your skin. Fingertips just barely grazing your rib bone. Peeling it from your hot, blushed skin.

Barely paying any mind to it, only how you moved to cover yourself again. Hands making their way to either side of your face blocking your arms, hips grinding into your own as she deepened the kiss.

Knee keeping your legs apart, pushing your bodies closer before kissing down your neck. Sensual touches moving down your body, caressing each curve as her lips finally locked around your nipple. Tongue running over the sensitive little bud.

"Ellie.. shit." You whispered, fighting back small noises while the girl kissed softly around your nipple. Kitten licking the mound just to see your reaction. A tight, painful almost feeling entering your core, throbbing, making you want to squeeze your thighs together, only to be blocked by Ellie's knee.

"That feels good..." Ellie smiled slightly, kissing along to your other nipple, doing the same. Feeling your hips pushing up and off the bed. Back arching off the bed just slightly, wanting impossibly more of her mouth.

"You're so beautiful." She whispered against your flesh, kissing down your stomach messily. Meeting your eyes just as she reached the band of your shorts. "This okay?" She asked, fingers resting on the elastic band of your shorts. "Perfect." You replied, feeling her fingertips slip underneath the band.

Pulling them from your legs, your thin underwear now being the only thing left that kept her from you.

"Can I touch you?" Her hands stayed resting on your upper thighs, keeping your legs apart. You nodded your head, a small smirk appearing on her face. "Use your words, babe." You shuddered at her words, a shiver flying down your spine making goosebumps rise along your skin.

"I.. I want you to.. to touch me." "Good girl." She whispered, pulling your underwear down your legs slowly. Letting her nails run along the sides of your thigh, shivering. Clenching at the cold air hitting your soaked cunt.

"Ellie.." You became shy under her gaze, but the green eyed girl couldn't help but stare. In her eyes you were the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Before you could shut your legs, or at least try, Ellie fingers found your wet slit, rubbing small circles on your pussy.

A small noise exiting your swollen lips, hips bucking towards her touch. One hand on your knee the other on your most sensitive spots, leaning down to kiss just above your cunt. Continuing her movements, feeling you squirm uncontrollably under her touch.

"You're so pretty babe." "Ellie-" You whined, her fingers finally circling your clit, her lips leaving small kisses on your inner thigh. "Ellie please." "Tell me what you want." "More. Too slow." Ellie chuckled, hooking an arm under your leg, hand resting on your stomach.

The pad of her thumb still rubbing your clit before pressing a small kiss to your pussy. Body jolting at the sudden act, a disgruntled whimper falling from your mouth.

"Fuck, more. Please, please Ellie more." Ellie hummed, pressing another small kiss to your slit before taking a long stride up your pussy. You moaned, the leg she wasn't holding pushing into her.

Ellie then took her fingers away, her tongue swirling around your clit. Drawing small circles on the little bud, a tight, tingly feeling erupting through your hole as you clenched again around nothing. Pushing yourself into Ellies face but she didn't seem to care, her hands pulling you closer to her face.

Ellie's tongue then began running along your hole, nose brushing against your clit. There was so much pleasure it was almost painful, pulsating against her mouth, face contorting into a heaven-like expression.

"This might hurt a little, okay?" "Be easy please." You muttered, meeting her eyes, heart feeling like it would beat out of your chest. "I will, just relax, focus on me." Ellie sucked on your clit, pushing a finger into your wetness. A stinging feeling making you grimace, head falling back against the pillows.

"Don't move yet--" "I'm not." Ellie payed attention to your clit, the pleasure beginning to override the pain, the girl adding another finger once you began to relax. Stretching you out, small to almost no movement. "Go slow." It was quiet, almost inaudible but she managed to hear you in the near silence of the room.

Ellie began pumping her fingers in and out at a sweet pace, kissing your clit. The hand she had resting on your stomach rubbing small circles onto your skin, helping you to ease, untensing under her touch.

"Feels better." You whispered, her two fingers beginning to pick up the pace as she sucked harder on your sensitive bud. A loud moan exiting your lips as she got just a bit rougher on your pussy, fingers still moving slowly. In and out of your tight walls.

"Ellie- fuck- faster." The pain began to subside, legs widening for her as she began moving quicker. Eyes on your face as you threw your head back, hand pushing her head in further. "I can't- shit- Ellie please don't stop." It came out in a jumbled mess, your hole filled with pleasure.

"I can't- fuck-" You said a few more incoherent things, back arching off the bed. "Ellie-" "Come on Y/n. You're doing so good pretty girl." It was like something wound up in your stomach, the slight sting you could still feel now being ignored. Your head clouded with pleasure.

A pit in your gut, moans and whines bouncing off the walls. Whimpers of her name mixed with pleas and praises to her.

"Ellie I-" "Come for me babe. Let go." You could feel it winding up, legs shaking, clenching again and again. "Fuck!" You shuddered, finally letting go, crying out as you came crashing down. Ellie not letting up even as you squirmed, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

"Too much." Ellie finally slowed, letting you come down from your high, kissing your clit once last time before sitting up, looking over your sweat glazed body and your flushed, blissed out face. Half-lidded eyes looking up at her through your eyelashes.

"Think you can do one more?" You muttered something in response, Ellie smiling down at you. Kissing your forehead then down the bridge of your nose. "You did so good." "So did you." You said shyly, kissing her lips deeply, hands finding their place around her waist holding her close to you.

"Again." You said simply. She sat up, not a sentence from her lips before she slipped off her sports bra. Throwing it to the side allowing you full sight of her chest. The girl wasting no time in unbuttoning her jeans, pulling her boxers and pants off before tossing them away. Hitting the dresser at the end of the bed making you laugh.

"You're very pretty yourself, y'know that?" You then said quietly, Ellie hovering above you, blush soon dusting along her pale, freckled skin. Avoiding your eyes as your fingernail dragged up her stomach moving towards her chest.

"I love you." You then whispered, her lips just inches away from your own. The girls arm pulling your legs far apart, hiking them up as she swung a leg over you. "I love you more." She then muttered, kissing your lips before grinding down onto you, your cunts gliding across each other with ease.

A whine leaving your lips as Ellie groaned just beside your ear. Hot breath fanning the tip, a little kiss being placed to the side of your head as she began to thrust herself against you, clits rubbing along each other sending shockwaves along your body.

Arms around Ellie, meeting each other on her upper back as one of her hands rested on your waist. The other holding herself up, picking up the pace, your wetness running along hers, beginning to make the mess that Ellie had already created even bigger.

"El-Ell-- fuck please don't stop-" A few more blabbered pleas left you, the girl beginning to fuck into you at a faster pace, whispering quiet praises in your ear, keeping your leg up. Ellie's thrusts soon growing sloppy, clits grazing each other again and again.

"Please- I can't-- oh-" You were practically suffocating in her neck, muffled moans vibrating her skin. "Come on Y/n, come for me babe. One more time, c'mon." "Ellie" Her name passed your lips in a dragged out whine, tears pricking your eyes and rolling down the sides of your head.

Your hole squeezing around air as you felt yourself release, Ellie just behind you. Cum dripping down your ass but not having reached the bed, Ellie making a note to clean you up. But for now held your shuttering body close to her, feeling you keeping her close, whimpering into her shoulder.

"You did so good." She whispered, pecking the side of your head after a moment. Nuzzling her nose into the side of your head, listening to your shaky breaths. "Mm." You hummed, finally pulling your hands from her, swallowing hard, both of her hands coming to rest on your cheeks.

"Thank you." You muttered, turning your head to meet her blown out pupils. Still catching her breath, rubbing the skin under your eye with her thumb. Wiping away the dry tear stains from your warm face. "Mm, I'll be right back babe." She kissed your forehead once, then between your eyebrows.

Ellie then got off the bed, leaving you to roll onto your side. The exhaustion beginning to set in, the sun beginning to set as the late evening rolled around. Blinking slowly, dark clouds rolling into the sky.

"C'mere." Ellie pulled you to the other side of the bed, now in a sports bra and briefs. Wiping you down with a wet towel, going easy on your crotch, caressing the softness of your thigh.

"You're beautiful." Ellie mumbled making you bite back a smile, looking away from her as she unfolded one of her shirts. "Sit up for me." You did what she said, the shirt coming over your head. Quickly slipping it on before falling back again.

"That a good first time?" You nodded, grabbing the water bottle she then offered after putting the shirt on you. She had to subdue the smirk on her face, rubbing your knee. "Good, cause Dina's was terrible."

You almost spit up your water, snorting as you turned onto your side. Ellie climbing up and onto the bed with a grin. Grabbing the bottle back from you and setting it on her nightstand.

"Thank you, again." You climbed with shaky legs to rest on her chest. Her arm wrapping around your shoulders, messing with your hair. "Mm, what are girlfriends for?" "To kiss me and hold my stuff." You said without missing a beat, hugging her closer when she laughed.

"I appreciate the honesty." "Anytime." You smiled up at her, Ellie leaning down to kiss you again. "So same time tomorrow?"

A/n: this took me forever and i'm not complaining

Also I'm messing around a bit with my formatting so just bare with me

#ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams #tlou part 2 #tlou x reader #tlou 2 #tlou #the last of us part 2 #the last of us #the last of us 2 #special tag

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sweetestlamb · 3 years ago

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I've Got You Under My Skin Part 2

Author's note: Can you tell I'm inspired? A double fic post who is she? Dedicated to @serxeins because I know I can always count on you to read and comment and give me some good vibes.

Summary: She's not jealous.

He's not there the next day and it puts her in another foul mood, honestly who was he to invade her life like this and then leave as he pleased? She would be the one to send him away not the other way around, she was the one in control here.

She goes all the way to his house after work to inform him of this, slightly more prepared for his state of dress- he's only wearing a thin white shirt and flowy pants, both made of soft looking cotton.

"No wonder you're still sick. Look at you're wearing." She rolls her eyes at him not waiting to be invited in, he never waits for her and ignores her when she tells him to go away. It's their thing. Blatant disregard.

"That's shaming, that's no way to speak to a sick person. What medical school did you go to?"

"One that taught me to prioritize honesty over niceties."

She has more porridge but it's her mom's recipe the one she used to make when she was feeling sick and it was hard to keep anything down. She had suddenly remembered it the night before and woke up early to prepare it from sensory memory alone, she was hardly a chef but this was the only meal she could make without fail. If her eyes had prickled with instead tears as she stirred the pot that was no one's business but her own. She hadn't been able to make it for years now but for some reason she couldn't stop herself this morning.

"What's this?" He asks curious over her shoulder, his chin barely grazing her skin. She doesn't move away ignoring the thrumming his closeness elicits.

"Porridge."

"It smells good. It doesn't look like grandma's porridge. Where did you get it?"

"I made it." It's embarrassing admitting that she made anything for him, she feels like she's showing her hand far too much but can't get her mouth to stop revealing her heart.

"You're full of surprises. Let's heat it up."

He looks better now, no longer flushed and sweaty. The fever must have broken over night, he looks rejuvenated scooping the food into a pot and warming it up.

His house looks a bit cleaner today as well, the windows are open allowing a wonderful breeze to fill the space and sweep away the stench of sick in the air. She walks aimlessly until she sees a bit of material on the floor, bending to pick it up she glares at the material in her hand. It's a light pink scarf, thin and almost sheer. He has an eclectic style but this is indubitably a woman's scarf, she almost throws it on the ground in a fit.

"What are you doing?" He breaks her from her shock, walking towards her with twin bowls in his hands.

She almost hides the scarf away feeling ashamed of the searing hotness that rips through her chest like a current. But foolishly she swings her hand up presenting the offending item instead, narrowing her eyes as she peers at him.

"What's this?" She challenges, a voice in the back of her mind begs her to shut the fuck up but her anger pushes her forward recklessly.

He tilts his head looking intensely at the item before pursing his lips and answering, "I think it's a scarf."

No fucking shit Sherlock.

She looks at him unimpressed and unamused not quite understanding why she cares so much that there's a scarf- a feminine nother scarf in his house.

"I had a guest earlier. She probably left it." He replies lightly sitting their food down on the table and she follows him briskly still not satisfied with his answers.

"Give me back my porridge." She says childishly snatching away his bowl just as he's about to eat, the look of annoyance on his face brings her nothing but pure joy.

"What's your problem now?" He argues reaching for the bowl but she tugs it further out of his reach. With a long suffering sigh he stands up, stepping closer to retrieve the bowl but that move brings them chest to chest and she stares up at his bright eyes.

Bringing his hands up he touches the scarf in her hand, she drops it abruptly not wanting him to touch it at all now.

"Don't."

He stares at her long and hard, Adam's apple bobbing as their eyes lock. He shakes his head a tight smile on his face now and she wants to kiss that smug look right off his face. Wait.

What. What am I thinking?

The sound of his doorbell chiming breaks them free of this heated staring match, but not immediately he looks at her puzzled and is that something hotter, before slowly turning and walking towards the door.

"Hey, I think I left my scarf--"

A decidedly female voice sounds from the door and before she can second guess herself she grabs the discarded scarf from the ground and sashays over to the door. He looks completely surprised to see her walking over but barely reacts when she barrels next time, pulling the door open wider to see who's here to see them.

It's the new teacher that just moved into town, she hadn't yet been introduced to her but she'd heard nothing but bad things from the landlord. She was supposedly a man stealer.

"Oh! I didn't know you had a guest." The woman's gentle voice lifts in awe at her sudden arrival at the door.

"Here's your scarf." She thrusts the item fiercely at her, watching as the other woman jolts in surprise.

Du-sik looks curiously between the two seeming to feel the weird energy surging in the air.

"Miss Yoon this is--"

"Was that all you needed? We were in the middle of eating. He needs to regain his energy." She cuts him off, having no desire to be introduced to the other woman. The school teacher glances between the two of them being nodding slowly as if realizing something.

"Yes that was all. I'll leave you to your meals."

She watches as the school teacher disappears from sight, turning to walk back to the table.

"That was rude. Do you two have a problem with each other?"

Shrugging non-committally she pushes his porridge back across the space already digging into her own.

"Your meal will get cold. Stop saying nonsense and come eat."

He stares at her for a long time before retaking his seat and tasting the thick broth, she tries not to watch and wait for his reaction but it's probably a failure.

"It's delicious. I can't believe you made this."

Overlooking the backhanded compliment she hides her smile behind her spoon before looking up with a glare, "I'll never make it for you again." But it's an empty threat because she already made three containers worth in case he falls ill again.

"I'll turn off your electricity until you do."

She guffaws at the threat, grabbing the closest thing (a pen) and throwing it at him. It pings off his forehead and falls to the ground.

"Ow. That hurt."

Her phone vibrates in her pocket, no doubt her roommate asking about her whereabouts she had just suddenly disappeared out of nowhere after running out of the office. Swiping to open the phone she prepares for the onslaught of messages.

"---kiss it better."

She freezes at the words, dragging her eyes from the phone back up to his steady gaze. He's staring brazenly seemingly unashamed but the tint of red on his ears give him away, he's not at confident as he's pretending to be.

"What did you say?"

"I.....said you should kiss it better."

She has no clue what he's talking about but instinctively her eyes move down to his lips, blush pink and tempting they stand out on his pale skin. She wonders how they would feel under her own, if they would pucker up and press or bloom open giving her their sweet nectar. She wonders how many women he's kissed and if he's ever thought about kissing her.

"My forehead. I meant my forehead... because of the pen. I was just joking." He looks dazed now, still under her appraising gaze and she coughs swiftly moving her eyes and staring out the window.

"Mi-seon's looking for me. I should go."

Thankfully he doesn't comment on her running away again, he merely nods and collects their bowls.

"Thank you for the meal." She nods in response, her voice lost at the moment terrified of why she keeps coming here, what could she possibly want?

He walks her to the door, both of them dragging their feet and taking their sweet time.

"That was the worst part about not having parents."

She halts at his sudden confession, squeezing her fists tightly as she glances over at him.

"Not having anyone who cared when I was sick. It was never clearer how alone I was until those fleeting moments, there was no one to pat my back or bring me food or tell me I would be okay."

It's an ache she's used up, the ache of wanting something she'll never have. Years spent pretending she didn't miss her mother everyday. His honesty forces her own to the surface.

"That porridge was the one my mom used to make for me. I haven't made it since she...."

She doesn't finish her sentence but the look in his eyes tell her that she doesn't need to, he understands loud and clear.

"Thank you for making it for me. I'm honored." There is reverence in his voice as if he's never meant anything more in his life, it makes her heart tremble.

They don't speak anymore as she puts on her shoes and lays her bag across her body, reaching behind her he tugs the door open for her.

With a solemn nod she turns around ready to leave but a moment of temporary insanity makes her turn back and grab his shoulder for support, there's a look of genuine shock of his face before she leans onto the tips of her toes and presses her lips against his forehead.

Her cheeks are on fire as she draws back and his face looks painful from his red it is.

"You're going to be alright." With her last strand of courage she wraps her arm around and pats him on the back in comfort, his eyes are glossy and he looks years younger.

"I'm going."

She's aching to run but she walks away calmly until she's out of sight, throwing herself to the ground as soon as she turns the corner grabbing handfuls of her hair.

So much for being in control. Fuck.

#hometown cha cha cha #me again #i might be a bit obsessed #y'all know I love a little jelly cee #it gets the blood running #hong du shik #yoon hye jin

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bestialchorus · 3 years ago

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The Invisible String- Chapter 5 (Final)

You feverishly kiss Donna back while rushing into the hallway, your grip tightens as she pulls you flush against her. To think, just hours earlier a simple grazing of skin burned your flesh like acid. But now you eagerly embrace each other’s desperate desire, welcoming all that was originally hidden in the darkness as it rises to the surface. You never could have predicted the woman returning your feelings, let alone with such vigor. You’ve only kissed and yet, Donna kisses you as if she’s trying to express something that cannot be said through words, speaking a language only possible through love and lust. Every touch is making it harder for you to keep your composure.

For a split second you think about heading to Donna’s room, only to quickly abandon the idea once you remember it’s full of dolls. You assume it best for all parties if you were away from prying eyes. The only witness to your passions is the grandfather clock you run by as you awkwardly enter your room, shutting the door behind you with a kick of your foot, your hands much too preoccupied to help.

Brilliant rays of sunlight shine into your window, illuminating the cozy room you’ve been occupying for the past year.

The bed dips under Donna as you lower her as gently as you can despite the haste in your movement. But the dollmaker has no intention of separating, you smile as she brings you down with her, bracing your hands on either side of her head. The plush bed anchors you as reality begins to melt away, all that exists is Donna and the little sounds of pleasure she exudes as you kiss her harder….but you want more, no, you needmore.

Donna almost protests when she feels your lips leave hers, only to release a small sigh once you start peppering kisses along her jawline. Already she feels slightly delirious, slowly catching her breath as you lovingly mark her skin and mark her you do. Donna cradles your face as you trial down her neck, softly gasping as you start to leave a hickey, her alabaster skin quickly bruises. The sensation is new for her but hardly an unwelcome one as she feels her core pulse, her body embracing, no, aching, for more. Warmth plagues her skin, making her head feel heavy as her physical desires start to take over. You make your way back to her lips, lightly nipping at her skin, leaving as many “signs” of your love as you can. You selfishly want to let the world know she is yours and you are hers. It’s primitive and a bit animalistic but you can’t help it, there’s something about the woman with veil trying to hold back her erotic sounds as you make her yours that brings out another side of you. The image of her snowy skin turning pinker as every touch overwhelms her is almost intoxicating.

When you finally pull away, heavy breathing fills the air as you admire each other. Her hair is sprayed across the sheets, finally free, crowning her with a dark halo. The image reminds you of the angels you’ve see on stained glass windows, appropriate considering you wish to worship her in every sense of the word. Her gaze locks onto yours, her eye is completely black now, like a void calling for you to get lost within it once more.

Donna places a hand on your cheek, worry evident on her face as her voice brings you back.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Is something wrong?”

You must have been staring at her longer than you realized.

You lightly shake your head, taking a few seconds to look down at her, REALLY look at her before answering. “You’re just……so beautiful, Donna.” You say with a breathy whisper, almost in disbelief of her existence.

Surprise flashes over her face for a few seconds, clearly not expecting such a response. Donna avoids your gaze as her cheeks flare up, her demeanor shrinks as she speaks.

“You just…..you’ve always just been too nice to me, Y/N.” She softly retorts, trying to find the hidden meaning behind your statement. *You don’t have to lie to me, I know what I look like*- she thinks, her expression riddled with insecurity and doubt.

Your eyes slightly narrow as you study her, gaze lingering as you try to process her statement, your expression unreadable as various emotions fill you. It pains you to think Donna believes you taking her bed is you simply being “nice”. But you know addressing a lifetime of anxieties isn’t exactly the best kind of pillow talk, nor is it something that can be helped overnight. But there is something you can do, right here in this moment; you can try to convince her, to show her your feelings go beyond “nice”.

The woman catches something flash over your eyes, but what exactly she can’t pinpoint. You ever so slightly bite your lip as you look away for a second before returning to her.

“I’m glad you think me kind, my love-“ You say while leaning down, your hair framing her face.

*my love* The term of endearment makes her heart skip a beat.

“..but it seems I’ve failed to properly show you how I really feel about you…” The bed creaks under you as you place a knee between her legs, the sudden pressure makes her gulp.

Your gaze locks onto her, “but I think I know how to convince you.” You finish with a low whisper, pressing your leg further against her. Donna loudly whimpers in response, quickly covering her mouth in embarrassment as she feels another pulse ripple through her core. Your own cheeks warm up from how erotic you find the sound…but you can’t help but want to hear more.

You gently remove her hand and give her a chaste kiss, her lips try to follow you as you pull away, wanting to explore your mouth once again.

“You sound as beautiful as you look.” You again overwhelm her with your words alone, your deep stare only adding to their meaning. Though you see disbelief in her eye- she doesn’t look away this time, almost as if this is her way of “compromising”.

You take your time as you lean back, bed creaking from the shift in weight as you straddle the woman, your gazes locked onto each other. Donna looks up at you, gulping as your stare doesn’t waver, instead, noticing your hand slowly start to reach towards her dress. Anticipation fills her veins as you inch closer. But right as you’re about to reach the buttons over her chest, you stop and hover for a bit before pulling back. Donna tries to suppress the anxiety that tells her “you’ve come to your senses” about wanting the one-eyed mutant. She instead tries to decipher the idea that flashes over your eyes. You catch the woman off guard, suddenly ripping your own outfit off with visible determination. You throw the clothing behind you with little care, showing no acknowledgement as it hits the floor.

You think it may be more comfortable for the dollmaker if you were naked first…and by the way she looks at you, you may be right.

Donna’s eye travels over your figure as sunlight highlights every detail. She looks up at you with what can only be described as awe, as if she was looking at an ethereal being for the first time. You never thought much of your body. But Donna’s expression says otherwise; for there is admiration there, mixed in with something you know too well, hunger.

“Y/N… you’re perfect.” She says earnestly and you can’t help but bashfully look away for a second as a crimson hue emerges over your face. She simply responds with a doting smile as it truly wasn’t her purpose to embarrass you, but she can’t help but adore every aspect of you, physical and all.

*Geez, for someone with little social skills she sure knows to make a girl blush.* You think while scratching the back of your head.

You try to regain your composure through a joke, “I’m sure you say that to all the girls, Mistress Beneviento.” Your voice low and coy.

Unfortunately, Donna refuses to let you recover, continuing to rattle your composure…all without even trying.

“You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted.”

She says without missing a beat. Her expression is as determined as it is loving, the seriousness behind the statement makes your heart race.

Oh, how you could write poems, novels, of how this moment sets your heart ablaze. How your love for this woman could be read as sermons of worship for those looking for the meaning of life, for you’ve found it in the face that looks back at you…but right now you can’t, for your mind is only full of static. Something is taking over, something more….animalistic. The heat you’ve felt late within the night as you dreamed of this woman is nothing compared to the flames that fill you now. Hell has awakened within you and it’s taking over…

Donna takes notice of how your breathing has quickened. You look down at her like a beast who has cornered its prey, she’s ashamed to admit that it excites her. Her gaze tells you to take her, to satiate your hunger and to not look back…so you do.

You capture her lips in a fevering kiss, running your hands down her dress. She quietly whimpers as she feels you begin to gently massage her chest through the heavy fabric. The pressure sparks heat between her legs, making it harder for her to kiss you as she moans against your mouth. Donna throws her arms over your shoulders as you deepen the kiss, anchoring herself as your tongue explores her.

The temperature in the room rises as Donna starts to realize just how sensitive she is, quickly becoming overwhelmed as your hands travel over her body. The dollmaker’s dress starts to feel tighter the more her arousal begins to grow. The offending fabric suddenly feels too heavy, almost suffocating as she aches for your touch against her skin.

Eventually your hands graze over the buttons on her collar once again, Donna holds you there with a fierce grip. The gesture makes you break the kiss, you look down at her in a slight daze. You’re met with a flushed Donna, her pale skin now wearing a prominent blush. The woman’s gaze travels down your body, taking her time before quickly flickering back towards her hands, squeezing tighter as she tries to tell you what she needs. You take the hint and begin undoing the first button, gently addressing her.

“Are you sure? There’s no rush.” You say with a slight shake to your head, looking to her for consent.

Normally Donna loves your patience but not now, not when she feels as if she could combust at any moment.

“Please, Y/N. Please don’t stop.” She pleads with a rasp to her voice, looking up at you with desperation. The image makes your cheeks burn, creating heat between your legs.

You lower yourself back down to her, matching her whisper. “Okay…” You claim her lips once again, “okay..”

Donna’s grip instantly loosens as you taste her again, hands surrendering as she feels you unbutton the rest of her dress. Your heart drums against your chest as you undo the final button, leaning back as you gently help the woman maneuver out of the outfit, finally removing it and her underwear with it. You toss the articles of clothing to the side, the fabrics gently smack against the floor.

Your eyes fall onto the woman before you. Donna sits on her knees; hands covering her chest as goosebumps naturally form over her newly bare skin. She wears a bashful look, trying not to retreat as your gaze travels over her. You notice the occasional patch of mutation over the right side of her body, very similar to her eye. But just like the rest of her face, the rest of her body is equally porcelain in nature. Everything about it is just so……perfectly Donna. You cup her face and softly smile at her.

“Thank you for trusting me…” You whisper while lightly caressing your thumbs over her cheeks. The woman hangs off your every word, taking in all of you as you take in all of her.

“Thank you for letting me see you…..but now I want to show you how beautiful I find you.”

Your words make her heartbeat quicker.

You position yourself behind her, brushing her hair away over a shoulder as your lips meet the back her neck. She relaxes under your touch, exposing more of her skin to you as she leans into your kisses. A sigh escapes Donna as she feels your hands trace over her the outline of her shoulders, lightly grazing over her skin with the pads of your fingertips, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your amazed of how smooth she feels; even the bumps of her mutation feel almost inhumanely soft. Her skin feels less like skin and something more akin to satin.

“My gods, Donna..” You rest your head on top of her shoulder, looking down as you watch your hands makes their way towards her chest, slowly caressing up her body.

“You’re so soft.” You coo against her ear as you cup her breasts, making a shiver run down the dollmaker’s spine. Donna feels heat pool in her core as you massage her chest, quicky losing clarity as you lovingly fondle her. She moans, slightly squirming as she feels your fingers delicately claim her nipples, rubbing them between your index and thumb. To no surprise, your Mistress is quite sensitive, the nerves in her body ignite as her peaks pebble between your fingers. Her heavy breathing arouses you, making you release a shaky breath against her ear as your eyes shut for a moment. The sensation has her desperately seek your lips once again, turning her face towards with you with a silent plea.

Your mouths meet and her lips burn your flesh. Her moans fill you as her hands suddenly cover yours. Donna slightly keels over as your lips claim her shoulders, bed creaking under your weight as you singe her skin with more hickeys. Your dominate begins to hand glide down her body, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. You only have two hands and yet it’s becoming harder for the dark-haired woman to pinpoint where exactly she begins, and where you end. With every passing second your bodies blend more into each other, becoming one as your desires finally meet.

Donna takes a breath in as the tips of your fingers inch towards her sex, biting her lip in anticipation as you move a bit too slow for her.

“Please…” she rasps, already lightheaded.

You loudly moan into her ear as your fingers enter her with ease, realizing how wet she is, she’s practically dripping. “Fuck…”

Donna immediately covers her mouth as you easily fill her. At first your pace is slow, trying your best to slowly ease her into it as her walls engulf you. The dollmaker bucks into your touch, body urging you to speed up as she tries to focus on subduing her sounds but failing as they become louder from behind her hands.

“Please let me hear you, Donna. I want to hear you.” You breathe into her ear.

You accentuate the point by lightly biting her neck. You quickly make sure to soothe the sensation by running your tongue over it and sealing it with kisses. Too overwhelmed to refute, the dollmaker throws a hand to your cheek and the other over your hand, supporting herself as vocalises everything she feels.

Her sweet sounds fill the air; whimpers making your head spin and moans making you quicken your pace. The beast still rules you, telling you to mark her so the world knows she belongs to you but there’s something else here, something much softer. Donna begins to pant against your ear, making your core burn but that doesn’t matter right now, for all you want is for her to feel sweet release. You start pumping in and out of her as quickly as you can, hand starting to cramp up, but you don’t dare slow down.

Donna’s hand tightly grips yours as she finally keels over, landing on all fours as your body mounts her from behind, your hand never leaving her centre. You decide to try something out…

“You’re so beautiful, my love.” You praise her as you nip at her ear, making her whine and you decide to push further. You continue to whisper sweet affirmations, this in combination with your fingers pumping in and out of her makes her tightly clutch the sheets, knuckles turning white. You tell your Mistress how erotic she is, how her lovely mewls stir something deep within you, pressing your body further against her from behind. Wetness starts to drip down her thigh.

Without warning, the dollmaker loudly moans, her body slightly spasms once your fingers find a certain spot. Her legs start to shake as you repeatedly press against it, confirming your discovery.

“There! Please there!” She cries, rutting harder against your hand, desperately trying to add more pressure.

You answer her plea by tightening your grip over her body and suddenly upping your pace until its relentless. Your carnal desires take over as you hook your fingers into her, filling her as deep as you can while your palm roughly hits against her clit. Donna is barely holding herself up as you rail into her, pleasure clouding her mind as you grunt against her ear.

“Y/N…” She says in between ragged whimpers.

You involuntarily buck against her, your body moving on its own as you take her both from the front and from behind. You ferally pound against your mistress.

Your voice comes out heavy with desire, as you and Donna are cheek to cheek.

“Come for me, Donna….I want you to come for me, baby.”

Hearing your voice finally sends her over the edge…

The dollmaker almost blacks out as she comes with a cry, all of her builtup pressure finally released as her body goes limp. The woman would have collapsed onto the bed if you weren’t there to support her, you hold her flush against you. You lovingly kiss Donna’s face as you continue to gently finger her, slowing your pace as you help her come down from her high.

“You did so good, my love.” You comfort the limp woman in your arms, gently lowering her onto the bed as she tries to catch her breath. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, a lazy smile on her face as she feels completely at ease, it’s as if she’s released some sort of weight, she somehow feels lighter.

You return her smile and bring your hand to your mouth. You lick your fingers clean, keeping your gaze locked onto her, waiting for her reaction. A sudden blush appears on Donna’s face, eyes widening in realization as she gulps.

“You taste delicious, Mistress.” You say playfully.

The woman lays there stunned as another pulse sparks her core, blush deepening.

“Is that..possible?” Her voice quiet but carrying genuine curiosity.

For some reason you find the question endearing and you feel that softness once again. Without thinking you straddle her and lower yourself until you’re face to face. Her eye travels over you but different this time, it’s as if she was looking at you with fresh eyes, as if you’re still Y/N but meeting you again for the first time. You gently kiss where her right eye should be, taking a pause to look at her as you press another kiss to her lips. Your actions make you realize what this softness is…but you want to show her, just, without the beast.

She happily sighs as you she feels you kiss down her body, bringing her hands to your hair once again, lightly caressing your scalp. This is when Donna notices healed lash marks down your back, narrowing her eye as she tries to process them during the quiet moment. Confusion and worry fill her but right as she’s about to raise concern, she feels you kiss her inner thighs. Her gaze meets yours and without warning you give her sex a languid lick, never breaking eye contact. Donna bucks against you, feeling her arousal return as your tongue continues to worship her.

It doesn’t take long for pressure to build up within the dollmaker, her thighs tightening around your head as you suck on the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. But right as you feel her release coming, you stop- much to Donna’s disappointment as she whines. But you don’t leave her waiting for long as you quickly move back up her body, straddling her as you capture her lips once again.

But before she can register what’s happening you start to grind against her, rubbing your sex against hers. Donna holds you tight against her chest (consciously making sure she doesn’t disturb your marks), eye shut while gasping into your mouth as she loses herself to the sensation. It feels both heavenly and sinful. Sweat starts to run down your forehead as you give into the carnal pleasure, equally losing yourself to the moment. That is…until you look down at her.

The beast starts to fade away again, desperately trying to clutch at your senses but it’s no match for her…no one is. Your heart swells when you look at her, wound up to no end, hair in complete disarray as sounds of pleasure leave her. You now understand what the softness is…and it terrifies you. Insecurity riddles you once again as you ferally rut against her, feeling her wetness down your thigh. Donna arches her back off the bed as she’s about to come once again, further pressing herself against you as her toes curl.

No. Do not allow fear to blind you. Give yourself to her, ALL of you just as she has to you. Speak your truth and be brave, for she deserves that…and maybe..just maybe, so do you.

You feverishly capture her lips again and she matches your passion. “Donna? Donna, please look at me.” You almost plea between kisses.

Her eye flashes open, you see very little white in it, and you wonder if it’s a side effect on her mutation, regardless- it only adds to her beauty in your eyes. Donna struggles to keep your gaze as she feels you begin to speed up, responding with a shaky cry and you almost come then and there. But with the little composure you have, you speak.

“I love you…” You begin pounding into her with everything you have, the bed loudly squeaking under you. You press your forehead against hers as you continue, your entire body tensing up as your gaze locks onto hers.

“I love you, Iloveyou,Iloveyou, Iloveyou!!” You chant over and over again as you finally bring her over the edge. Donna arches her back and violently slams against the bed with a harrowing sob. Her eye rolls into the back of her head, nails digging into your back until she quickly goes slack under you. You come just seconds later; your voice caught in your throat as the smallest sound leaves you. You see stars before immediately collapsing onto the dollmaker.

The heavy breaths of you and your lover fill the air, a small smile appears on your face as you feel her hands embrace you, holding you in her arms. You hear her sniffle and use what little strength you have; you look at her. Remnants of tears can be seen in the corner of her eye and concern covers your face. But before you can comment Donna speaks.

“It’s okay, you didn’t hurt me, Y/N. Just a bodily response to overwhelming…feelings.”

Your worry is replaced with guilt. “I shouldn’t…so quickly- I should have waited-“ You’re stopped by her finger gently pressing over your lips.

“Shhhhh, believe me when I say I enjoyed every second of it. You would know if I didn’t.” She finishes with a warm smile. She’s right, you would. You can tell when Donna is lying or feeling uncomfortable by her voice alone and currently you don’t hear any discomfort in it (or see any for that matter).

Her smile suddenly becomes bashful as she awkwardly looks away from you, forcing herself to meet your gaze again as she speaks.

“I..I just wanted to say..” She gulps and anxiously stares as you as she works up the courage to continue. Whenever Donna struggled to say something, you always told her the same thing, time and time again; take your time, there’s no rush.

You decide to reposition yourself so you’re holding her in your arms, you place a kiss against her forehead.

“Take your time, there’s no rush.” You lovingly say as you bring the comforter over both of you. This seems to give her the courage she needs.

“I..I-I love you too, Y/N. Truly I do.” You smile at her as she characteristically blushes, and you tenderly kiss her once again. Though she hasn’t voiced it yet, the head of House Beneviento would kiss you for the rest of her life if she could. When you pull back you stop just a breath away and push some stray hair behind her ear. The air shifts as you address her, your voice soft but steady.

“I can’t believe it took us this long to say it….we make quite the pair.” You finish with a playful tone and Donna responds without skipping a beat.

“At least you didn’t have to get advice from the other lords…” She admits sheepishly.

Your mouth hangs agape in shock. Donna goes on to explain how she went to her fellow Head of the Houses for confessional advice, apparently some advice ended up being more helpful than others. She also admits that certain “meeting” days was simply a coverup so she could spend time at Castle Dimitrescu. Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters were especially helpful with listening and giving Donna the confidence boost she needed to tell you.

Donna tries her best to impersonate each of the animated members of House Dimitrescu and you listen intently, enjoying very much how comfortable she seems without her veil. It feels as if a wall has disappeared between you, and you couldn’t be more grateful. She giggles when remembering how defeated Alcina looked once the young women started suggesting “sexy” lingerie as “bait” (an idea she immediately shot down, but they continued anyway). You allow her to relive her memories, admiration in your eyes until a sudden realization hits you.

“Oh my gods, Donna…”

She looks at you, curiosity evident on her face.

“…..you seduced me. I can’t believe you would use your prodigious title to seduce a poor, innocent painter like myself. The rumors are worse than world could have ever imagined, Donna Beneviento; devious seducer of young maidens…who could have guessed.” You say while feigning shock. You add to your over-the-top performance by clutching imaginary pearls, hand splayed across your forehead.

Donna gives you the lightest smack on your arm while giggling but decides to play along.

“Oh, what will innocent maidens do with a menace like me on the loose?”

In a fluid motion you straddle her once again, lowering yourself to her face as you whisper.

“I suppose it’s up to me to help satiate your hunger. It’s the only way everyone will be safe.”

A pleased smile emergences on Donna’s face, happy of where the moment is going. “Are you willing to make such a sacrifice?”

You raise an arched eyebrow at her in response, fighting back a smile. You look down at her for a few seconds before going to whisper into her ear, your voice heavy with suggestion.

“That depends, how hungry are you Mistress?”

She answers your question by grabbing your face and bringing your lips back to hers, telling you she has an insatiable appetite but maybe just maybe, you’ll be able to help with that.

#tis #the invisible string #donna beneviento #donna x reader #female reader #re8 #resident evil village #wlw #smut

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Elucien week day 1: flower

I should not have written this today when I have like eleven finals and projects due in two days but oh well

I know it’s a day late but I also didn’t have anything for day 2 soooo enjoy!!

warnings: a little bit of ✨spice✨ and no editing :/

Elain could feel the air.

That was the first sign something was different here.

It was heavy, settling on her skin with the gentlest pressure, like the warm embrace of humidity, only without the sweltering heat.

The second sign was Lucien.

Her focus was drawn to Lucien’s fingers, wrapped tight around hers, as they passed a fallen branch that had been overtaken by moss. Long, slender, and strong, his fingers stroked slowly over her own, and her next breath stuttered.

A few flowers poked out from between the splinters of the fallen branch—black flowers.

“Wait,” Elain gasped, grabbing Lucien’s arm. “I want to see those.”

She pulled him along behind her and dropped to her knees by the blooms, gaping.

“Those are beautiful,” Lucien commented, reluctantly dropping her hand as she picked one from the dirt.

“They’re black,” Elain whispered in awe. She ran a gentle finger over the single curved petal. “They looked like calla lilies, don’t you think?”

Lucien chewed his lip and nodded. He was sweet like that. Pretending to know what she was talking about. Elain quite liked that about him.

“But they’re actually black,” she breathed, and held it to her nose to take a deep breath of it. “Mm. Black flowers don’t exist naturally in the human lands, all we got was dark purple or dark red. Never actually black.”

She took another breath of it, basking in the musky, heady scent of it, then thrust the flower under Lucien’s nose.

“It smells so good,” she moaned, picking another one and inhaling it again. “Mm. I could smell these all day.”

Lucien gave the flower an experimental sniff—then his eyes rolled back in his head. “Cauldron. Let’s bring some of these back.”

Elain nodded feverishly, hurrying to pull more of the blooms from the fallen branch and the moss surrounding it. Normally she would be gentler with them, snip the stems cleanly, or pull it out from the root; but these…gods, she wanted an armful of them, she wanted to bury her face in them.

The air pressed onto her skin heavier, and she felt a drop of sweat race down her neck.

A soft thump behind her told her Lucien had dropped to his knees, and then he was beside her, pressing against her side as he reached over her to help gather a bundle of the flowers.

“Aren’t flowers not supposed to grow in moss?”

He sounded out of breath—and his heartbeat…it throbbed through her head at a fevered pace, only getting faster as he added to the bundle of blooms in her arms.

“It’s–it’s difficult,” she replied breathlessly, sitting back on her heels as he worked. “I don’t know how it works here, though. Maybe…maybe there’s different rules.”

“Wild magic,” Lucien grunted—he was sweating, now, too, down the arch of his neck, and she wanted to lick—

“What?” she squeaked, cheeks turning cherry red.

“Maybe it’s a rogue bit of magic,” he continued. “You never know, in fae woods. Anything can grow.”

Her gaze dropped to his hands—he was gripping the bark of the fallen branch so tightly his knuckles paled. A vein pulsed in his neck and the corded muscles of his forearms were taut.

He still pressed into her side, pulling another flower from the moss. Every little place they touched was on fire, her arm burning as he brushed it and she caught his eyes flutter closed.

His hair gleamed molten in the scarce sunlight, every shade of red and blood and rubies taunting her as he moved. The muscles of his back rippled as he worked, even through his shirt, and his hands—gods, what was wrong with her—his hands were covered in dirt, slender and so big and she reached out and touched the back of his hand before she could think better of it.

His skin was feverishly hot.

And the moment her fingers brushed the back of his hand, he twisted, those long fingers wrapping around her wrist to pull her to the ground beneath him.

Her mouth dropped open in the faintest gasp—she’d never seen him from this angle.

Braced above her. Hands pinning her wrists down.

Her face, her chest, her skin, her everything heated. She knew it wasn’t embarrassment.

His blood red hair fell around their faces, and it was so strange to see it so loose, so unbound, falling in his face so untamed, that Elain caught her bottom lip between her teeth and reached up to touch his hair.

“What is this,” she breathed, running her fingers through his hair, the locks slipping through them like molten metal.

He blinked—and his face shifted in an instant, falling from something feral to something horrified as he realized the position he’d put them in.

“Sorry,” he gasped, letting go of her wrist and jolting away from her. The black, beautiful flowers, dropped and forgotten the moment he pulled her under him, littered the moss around them.

“I’m so sorry,” he panted, reaching to help her sit up, his hands trembling. “Gods, I don’t—I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me—”

Elain didn’t know either, but she felt it. Everywhere.

“I feel it, too,” she whispered, and grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest, right above her heart.

Lucien looked like he’d stopped breathing.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know.” She didn’t want to break this heady spell by speaking louder than a whisper. They were face to face, kneeling in the mossy forest ground, black calla lilies surrounding them, and she leaned just a bit closer, touching her forehead to his.

His lips glistened in the scarce sunlight.

She could hear his gold eye whirring wildly in its socket, but he remained silent, barely breathing, watching as she stared at his parted lips.

“I think…I think it’s the flowers,” Lucien rasped, his hand still hot on her chest. “Definitely ancient magic.”

Cauldron, she loved the way his mouth moved. She could listen to him and watch him talk for hours, mapping the movements of those full lips, the crooked grins he gave her, the way his scar moved with his face.

“You’re ancient magic,” she whispered, and their noses bumped. “Untamed.”

Elain tilted her head and flicked her tongue against his scar.

The way he whispered a pleading curse under his breath set her on fire.

“Wild,” she murmured, and the softest push on his shoulders had him sitting against the fallen branch as she climbed onto his lap and licked his neck. “Sacred.”

“Elain,” he groaned, dirty hands fisting in the moss under him. “Cauldron—”

Gods, those lips. “Say it again,” she said breathlessly, her hands curling into his hair. “My name.”

“Elain.” His eyes were closed.

She hadn’t even kissed him and he was writhing and moaning her name.

“Elain, please—”

She was certain she should be feeling very ashamed for this, for doing this to him, with him, and out in the open air, too—but the world was alight in this forest, and he was here, begging for her, and gods, she needed him.

“Flowers,” Lucien panted, his head thrown back against the branch. His fingers dug into her hips as she leaned back down to his neck. “It’s—mother—flowers, Elain—”

She answered on a heady sigh, grabbing a handful of the flowers he wanted and shoving them into the v of his loose shirt. “Here—they look good, you look—you’re…”

She couldn’t think straight. Between the feel of him, the scent of him, the taste of him, and the scent of those intoxicating flowers, her mind had emptied of every thought but him and the heat coursing through her.

“I’ll winnow,” he gasped, even as he clawed at her muslin dress and curled a dirty hand in her hair.

His body jerked under her—then the whole world followed, and she clung to him, her face buried in the crook of his neck, breathing in the crisp autumn scent of him.

She landed hard on top of him, and he let out a quiet grunt over her shoulder, one of his hands still gripping her waist while the other fisted her hair.

Elain froze as cool, clean air filled her and danced across her skin.

The manor. They were back at the Spring manor, laying together on the sprawling lawn.

What…had she done.

She threw herself off of Lucien and scrambled away from him, taking in the state of him, his tousled hair, flushed cheeks, heaving chest. “I’m so sorry,” she blurted, trying to fix her dress and hair. “I’m so sorry, Lucien, I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry, I don’t—”

“Flowers.”

It came out on a laugh, his eyes still closed.

“What?” Elain asked, distraught as she watched him laugh on the grass. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“It was—” he grunted as he pulled himself upright, and took out one of the black flowers she’d tucked in his shirt. “The flowers. Some kind of intoxicant, or a spell, I’m sure.”

She gaped at him. “Really?”

He gave her a small smile, and took the flowers from out of his shirt. “Really.”

“I’m still sorry,” Elain insisted, refusing to look him in the eye. Cauldron, she’d jumped him like a feral beast. “I can’t believe—I’m not like that, you know? I’m so sorry I did that, I—”

Lucien stood as she rambled, gathering the remaining flowers and coming over to press a soft kiss to her cheek. “What do you say we give these to Nesta and Cassian in a bouquet the next time there’s a family dinner?”

Her excuses and apologies stuttered to a halt—and she giggled. Clapped a hand over her furiously flushed face and laughed. “Oh, definitely. That’ll keep things exciting.”

He was so good at that; reminding her that he was in no hurry to rush this delicate sprout of a relationship they had. And what she’d been doing—or about to do—in that forest was certainly rushing things.

She fell into step beside him, still staring at the ground, as he headed back to the manor, talking about how he must wash his hands, for no gentleman should ever have dirty hands for this long a time should he need to use them.

He noticed her silence, or lack of laughter at his antics, and glanced down at her.

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured, nudging her arm with his own. “You did nothing wrong. Between the flowers and my devilish good looks I’m shocked we made it back with our clothes on.”

She glared at him, and he grinned right back.

“I feel terrible,” Elain insisted. “I completely…lost control. I’ve never done that. I’m sorry you had to see me like–like that.”

Lucien hummed. “I’m not.”

“Lucien!”

He laughed, reaching down to take her hand in his. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, ashamed of, or to apologize for. We both lost it a bit thanks to these flowers here, but you never even kissed me.”

The way he said it, with the definitive pout at the end, his shoulders sagging a little bit—Elain frowned as he brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles with a grin.

“No need to sound so disappointed.”

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@elucienweek

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Hullo, Sam.

I finally caught up late last night to your Moments in Time universe stories and I just wanted to drop a few words here on your tumblr so that you can understand how amazing it is. Other than Legerdemain, which I have only just finished, I have read this entire universe three times over (a few stories more than that). You’ve written a story that quite literally spans generations. Croup starts your universe off in 1983 where we are not only given a brief glimpse into the childhood of Harry Potter pre Hogwarts, but you gift us with it through the eyes of Petunia Dursley. You can just see the abuse already inflicted upon him in only a few words and he’s only three! The mental anguish of a three year old being told he can’t have nice things because he breaks them can’t have been good for poor Harry! How she touched his forehead to check for a fever and he flinched like he’d been expecting her to hit him. Poor poor little Harry. No wonder he’s so unsure of everything later on in his life, second guessing what he deserves and doesn’t deserve, second guessing the fact that he is loved at all. Yelling at him because he’s sick like it’s his fault! I’m surprised she even gave him medicine in the first place. Wanting him to sleep outside in the “frigid air” and only deciding not to leave him there all night because the neighbours might see, really says a lot about her personality. I’ve never read anything from Petunia’s point of view before, but this was not only extremely well done, but a lovely much needed look into the past that we all know was abusive and yet very few authors take the time to glimpse into. It was beautifully written and I applaud you for tackling it. Then you take a moment to jump eleven years into the future and glimpse us with the behind the scenes relationship between Harry and Sirius Black.

Thirty-Five takes place on the thirty-fifth birthday of Sirius which is in Harry’s fourth year at Hogwarts. It was absolutely lovely and so wonderful to see that glimpse into how their relationship became one of trust, love, and mutual respect. The simplicity of Sirius just getting a letter from Harry and visiting his old friend, yet you somehow told so much of their story with only a few short words. You not only showed us the love Sirius has for Harry, but you can see how much Harry adored Sirius in ways we truly missed out on in the books. Their time together was cut short and yet you articulated this deep father/son bond in only a few letters. The incredible thoughtfulness of the gift Harry gives Sirius and his worry over it not being good enough because of how he's been treated says so much about who he is. Sirius' reaction says so much about who he is. I love the interaction between Remus and Sirius as well; a chance to see the two bond and it means so much to see Sirius urge Remus to write to Harry. I know it was never said in the books, but I think Remus and Harry did exchange letters after the fifth book. It would explain so much more about why Remus chose Harry to be godfather of Teddy. One more thing, the little teasing Sirius does when he tells Remus he noticed Harry mentioned Ginny seven times is adorable. I love the idea of Sirius shipping them from the very beginning, years before either of them even realized it. Then you jump a few months ahead to the summer of 1995 when you brought us the adorable tale of The Boggart of Grimmauld Place.

This story was so heartbreaking and to see the horror and embarrassment that Harry felt only reflects back upon that first story, “Croup." Harry getting to spend even a little time with Remus and Sirius at Grimmauld Place was what was missing from canon. Memories of his grandparents, learning about them. It was just lovely! When Harry is ashamed of wanting Sirius to embrace him a little longer my heart ached for that poor boy who never got to feel real hugs and affection. He thinks he should be ashamed for wanting to feel it and he shouldn’t! I blame Petunia for that. I love how you play on the connection here between Harry and Sirius and even parallel it to the Potters and Weasleys. Harry being surprised that he would be in Sirius’ will at all. Harry just being surprised that people care about him in general. Heartbreakingly lovely. You are truly a gifted writer. Then you switch off to the same summer with the gem of Hide and Seek. This one-shot is a bit different from the others because you parallel the before and after of the Hinny love story. I love the thought of them all playing hide and seek in Grimmauld Place and everyone joining in! Remus and Tonks making out in the cupboard was the best surprise! It was definitely my favourite part and Sirius just teasing them! Hermione thinking something happened between Harry and Ginny. I loved how Harry opened up a little to Ginny. You could see he was actually really comfortable with her in a way he’s not with most people. Absently massaging her wrist, touching her. He was caught up in her without realizing that he was caught up in her. Adorable! The second addition was wonderful! I love how Ginny just took control, loosening his tie, taking off his jumper… they are the superior couple and it was just lovely to see the parallel between the timelines.

Next comes Raillery, which picks up where the first section of “Hide and Seek” left off. The way you can jump around in this universe, writing and adding stories to fit holes is amazing. It’s like little memories we didn’t know we were missing. I adore the little teasing between Ginny and Sirius in this one-shot and you mentioning how Sirius kept track of Ginny's whereabouts for her in case she had a nightmare. He is the nicest man ever. The teasing over Harry was so cute and I am saddened to think that Sirius never got the chance to be that grandfather to Harry's kids. Amidst the teasing, I did expect Sirius to respond something along the lines of, "Just you, Harry, you haven't knocked anyone up, have you?" and have Harry just turn bright red and stutter. The bit about Potters loving redheads is very true. The little Harry and Ginny moments, how they touch and talk and how oblivious Harry is to just taking comfort in her is absolutely wonderful. You can see how their bond was growing despite the obliviousness of both of them. I hope this mentioning of a game night means there might be another missing moment soon. With Scintilla you jumped ahead a few more months to the DA meetings which was absolutely adorable! Harry is so smooth without even realizing it! Holding her close, pressing his chest to her back. He has hidden moves. To bad he’s into Cho. I love them swearing not to hex each other. Adorable! I now have an image in my head of one of Ginny’s brothers asking Harry if he’s ever been hexed and he’s all ‘oh, yeah, loads of times’ (with the same sass to his voice as he confirmed his beatings at St Brutus’ to Aunt Marge). It was very, very well done.

I think despite my strong love of Hinny, Seventeen is my favourite one-shot in this vast and incredible universe. Harry and Ron lovingly admitting they’re brothers warms my soul. I love that touch of giving them matching watches! Was that canon? If not it should be. Mrs Weasley feeling guilty over Sirius is so like her. She loves and cares for Harry as if he’s her own son and it’s wonderful to see. The last bit with Ginny was perfect! They definitely had to do more than the uninterrupted kiss and I love how Harry just basked in her. The end made me so sad! His heart breaking over missing her birthday, lost opportunities. Very beautifully done and I think this story really helps propel us forward into the vast uniqueness of what your universe has to offer. But then I also think The Demise of Walburga Black is my favourite as well. It was absolutely amazing!

The image you crafted of them laughing like lunatics as they destroyed her portrait was awesome! What I like most so far about your writing is how you gently weave in Harry’s relationship with the Weasleys, you can see him growing closer to them. I love the idea of George moving in with him and Ron, that Harry would offer his home to him like that because obviously living in the flat he shared with Fred would be too much for him. I love that Harry goes to Mr Weasley for renovation advice. I think it’s so hot that Harry would renovate the Muggle way (so sexy to see men in a tool belt and I’m going to assume that he’s shirtless and sweaty). I love that it was Angelina’s idea and how you casually had Ron toss in that George and Angelina were already sleeping together. Harry’s reaction to being caught by Mrs Weasley, how his guilt eases into pleasure that Mrs Weasley would call both himself and Ron, George’s ‘younger brothers,’ and his glee in being lectured by her in a motherly fashion. And don’t even get me started on the scene with Ginny! The way he gushed on his drunken ramblings about making a home with her and wanting to raise a family and her not wanting to get her hopes up because he’s so drunk! I laughed out loud when Harry said that drunk Harry wants to do dirty things with her or something like that. It was just wonderful all around!

Brio is by far one of the top one-shots to showcase your absolute comedic genius. I can’t believe Ginny signed Ron up for the auction. That was a surprise and oh goodness, Gwenog teasing Harry about hating children was so funny! I love Ginny wanting to sneak the paddles out! I love the idea of them being so hot for each other and of course Harry is very good with his tongue, that’s one of those unspoken canon agreements. When Ron told Harry his underwear makes his ass look fantastic, I spit out my drink. Thank you for that! And Ron just working the crowd! Chef’s kiss! And was it just me or did you allude to Harry having a big package in those Harpies boxer briefs? I fully support that if its true. Big cock Harry is definitely canon in my book. At first, I thought you were going to get someone to outbid Harry there for Ginny for a second but that was so much hotter! I love a strong confident Harry (and slightly drunk from the looks of it). I love that Harry dragged her off to have sex in the Quidditch Hall of Fame! I love how soppy Harry was! I love reading stories where Harry is completely enamoured by Ginny. The security guard! Harry’s naked arse and hairy balls, oh my goodness, this is hilarious! Absolute comedic genius. And to keep the comedy going, you continued with Veracity.

I understand that some people did not enjoy this one and called it cringe-worthy. That is terribly upsetting and you must not listen to these haters. “Veracity” had such a beautiful romantic vibe to it under the comedic atmosphere. George put so much beautiful thought into his proposal to Angelina and yet it still was so perfectly them. It is so adorable that Harry and Ginny get custody of Teddy and Harry immediately decides in order to be a good parent he cannot drink and feels like garbage for ‘abandoning’ him for the evening. First time parents are always the most adorable. The truth or dare game was perfect! George and Angelina really are perfect for each other from the questions they ask, to how they want to celebrate, to that perfect wedding for them. The idea of George never seeing Harry naked is hilarious. I suppose he would have seen him when he dressed as Harry (under the Polyjuice) in Deathly Hallows, but I believe they kept their undergarments on (except for the girls who would have removed their bras) so I suppose not. And with everyone in the room, I imagine it would be difficult for George to have opened his shorts to look down and sneak a peek, so perhaps he hasn't actually seen it before. I must say, I do very much love the idea that Harry is bigger than average and I love the idea of Ron saying 'oh he's nothing special,' but really him being special and Ron keeping his best mate's privacy for him. Ron and Harry... I have so many lovely things to say on how you write their friendship! I absolutely love that both Harry and Hermione are the shy ones about their sex lives and yet Ron is more than happy to share and still simultaneously horrified to hear the same about his sister. Them taking showers side by to side to gossip like teenage girls is everything I didn't know I needed. The way they drunken hug and tease each other and basically profess their undying love for the other is so beautiful. Ron is the perfect best mate to Harry and Harry is the perfect best mate right back. The Merlin freckles on Ron’s bum is the best thing I have ever read and I must insist it become canon! Then, George going around to try to sneak a peek and Harry and Ginny just sneaking off to shag without him knowing was amazing! When he found out they were in the shower, I just had this image of Ginny covering Harry's mouth (because he would definitely be the happy drunk to give them away) and just holding on as they shagged, like not even concerned that George might find them. Then Molly... omg, that was something I never knew I needed. George, yes, it is highly inappropriate to try to sneak a peek at someone's cock, like he's telling himself a mantra was hilarious! Thank you for writing such a beautifully written comedy. I do hope for George's sake that he gets to sneak a peek somewhere down the line. I do say, with all of the effort he's made, he does deserve it.

Then we move onto the sweet little gem of a story that is Aurora. I love the idea of Teddy wanting to dress up as Harry. I love how tender and loving Harry is with pregnant Ginny. It was so sweet to read how he felt for the baby and claimed he felt his butt, it made me chuckle. Oh my goodness! Percy is the best here! I can’t stop laughing at his attempts to be her birth coach! George claiming he just saved Percy’s life, so funny! The stuffed unicorn from Percy was sweet! I love how nervous Harry is! But my favourite part of Aurora was that so far you’ve mentioned more than once that Harry doesn’t let tears fall, all the way back to Croup when Petunia says he knows better than to cry in front of her, and then to have him openly cry when James is born. I just couldn’t stop smiling. It was beautiful. But after so much fluffy sweetness, it’s time to find our way to your darker stories and Kalopsia definitely brings that home.

“Kalopsia” brings us a real glimpse into the darkness of what being an Auror entails. Harry’s job is very dangerous and when Ginny opens the door to find Gawain Robards standing there, it is like a bucket of cold water. Hearing he is missing as opposed to dead is not the relief that she is looking for. Ginny is at home with a newborn Albus and very hyperactive boys in Teddy and James and Harry is trapped in some alternate-reality hallucination. Having Ginny and George tackle being Aurors while Ron is trapped in the hospital was wonderfully well done. You can see why Harry and Ron are so good at their job and really get a glimpse into the dangers they face on a daily basis. The way you explored what happened with flashbacks and false memories and hallucinations not only is a comparison to the amazing Supernatural episode where Dean gets kidnapped by a jin, but you took that idea and made it into something magical. It was one of my favourite stories. It seems like Ginny only just gets Harry back home safely, knowing he is safe and where he is supposed to be when Ginny gets pregnant again with Lily and all hell breaks loose in Entombed. There is one thing people should always remember, never go after Harry Potter’s family, especially not his pregnant wife and unborn child.

When Harry learns his wife his missing, it is a real glimpse into everything he’s fought for since he was eleven years old. This story really grasps the moment where Harry realizes how lucky he is. How perfect his life is in ways he never imagined it could be. He never thought he would be lucky enough to be loved like this, to have a family and now someone is trying to take away the one person who makes everything make sense. You can see him unravelling while watching him struggle to suddenly be a single dad to three boys. It was beautifully heartbreaking and when you come to the conclusion that the kidnappers plan to bury Ginny alive, it’s like a knife straight to the gut. The only thing that made this story more beautiful was showing that those we love never really leave us and that they will always watch out for us to the best of their abilities. When Lily Potter showed up to assure Ginny she and her daughter would be all right, I have never felt more sure that she would be. You weaved an incredible tale that not only showed us a different side to Harry, but allowed Harry a chance to bond with his children in ways he didn’t know he needed and to see him fall in love with his only little girl was the most beautiful thing I have ever read. Entombed is one of my favourites in this universe. I have now read it six times.

Then after Entombed, you move onto another one-shot from Petunia’s point of view with Discomposure. The opening where Petunia is annoyed is definitely a motherly trait, to be annoyed over texting instead of calling. She hates Dudley’s mother-in-law, that makes sense. I feel like she wouldn’t want anyone else being a mother figure her to her Dudley. I can’t decide if Petunia is horrified that Harry has done well for himself or secretly pleased like she believes it’s because of her despite the fact that she treated him shit. Poor Harry, he’s so turned up! One look from Petunia and he feels like a child again. That makes me so sad that she can make him feel that way. She really is a horrible woman and after everything he and Ginny have gone through together, for him to be pulled back into the abuse he lived through only truly shows the trauma he suffered from a very young age. It’s one of the reasons why I think “Discomposure” really is the turning point for the choices Harry finds himself making in your epic tale of Brontide.

“Brontide” is one of those stories that people will never forget. That opening sentence is amazing. What a way to draw someone in! His thoughts being on Ginny is beautiful and heartbreaking. I love the little flashbacks to something ridiculous like pet names. It’s a beautiful image, the happiness and the teasing being the last thing on his mind. This story is so perfectly crafted that it cannot be put into words the beauty and angst you can write for this family. It is sixteen years after the war and it takes sixteen years for Harry to realize he’s not invincible. Of course, he’s known this deep down, but part of him has refused to believe it. It’s not some dangerous dark lord or the baddest villain to grace the streets, no, it’s a petty illegal potions smuggler and he almost kills him. Having to undergo these dangerous medical procedures, hoping healers can heal him not only really shows that even magic has its limitations but shows Harry that he is not going to live forever. “Brontide” introduces us to the point of view Teddy Lupin and the smart, confident, and loving teenager he has become who suddenly is forced to take care of his family because he’s terrified that the only father he’s ever known is going to die. It’s heartbreaking and beautiful and stunningly written to witness Harry’s process through his eyes. The fear, the acceptance, the fight, and ultimately that stumble that leads him into a dangerous and completely plausible addiction. The little teases that Ginny immediately notices in his personality changes, the mistakes he makes, and ultimately that rock bottom he is forced to find before he can accept the mistakes he’s made. This story is a touching tale about love, comfort, life, death, mistakes, forgiveness, and ultimately knowing that family will always be there for you. I have never read anything remotely like it and I applaud you for the sheer uniqueness of this amazing tale.

The little one-shot in between, The Curse of the Monthlies was the cute hilarity one needs to bridge the gap between a new story and the darkness that “Brontide” left behind. And you absolutely killed it. Harry was so awkward and oh my god, Ron of all people! This reminds me of how Ron was so good at doing Rose’s hair and he teased Harry for it. Ron is just so sensitive, isn’t he? He wants to show he cares and understands his girls, but poor Lily! I can’t believe she mirror called Albus! That’s adorable! And Scorpius with his ‘no pun intended’ gave me a snort. You have a way of giving every character a personality that can be seen in even small, short sentences.

Lastly, your current work in progress, Legerdemain is by far one of the best next generation stories I have ever read. Albus accused of domestic terrorism? Lily falling in love with the most perfect man known as Rayko Krum? Teddy and Victoire dealing with the hardest moment as parents? James and Riley juggling careers and married life? Hinny dealing with trying to help their adult kids… it is a story that is brilliantly stupendous. I honestly cannot wait to see what happens next.

You are honestly one of the most incredible authors I have ever read in my entire life. I love your work. Your passion for it. The way you write and mold characters to become these people I am so attached to. The way you breathe life into people like Demelza Robbins and make me love everything about her, despite knowing next to nothing about her canonically. Harry and Ron as best mates, brothers, and Aurors is amazing. I love how they interact, how they joke and protect each other, how they turn to each other in hard times. They love each other more than anything in the world and it’s beautiful. George Weasley… I never expected to grow so fond of him, but no one has ever written George so well. I love his sense of humour, the way he loves whole-heartedly, and how perfect Angelina really is for him. I love his brotherly relationship with Harry and I won’t even say how much my heart is broken by what you did to them in “Legerdemain” (I am still not over it). The other person you write with such amazing tenacity is Luna. She always seems to show up when things get tough and I am hoping that we will see her at some point in “Legerdemain.” Luna is a hard character for most people to write and yet you always seem to make her perfectly Luna in every way. But what makes you such a gift writer is how you can so seamlessly jump between breaking our hearts, making our hearts stop in mind-numbing fear to absolute shock before we are either crying our eyes out in distress or because we are laughing so hard. It is truly an incredible gift.

Thank you for writing this incredible, stupendous, and amazing universe. Thank you for sharing it. Thank you for everything.

PS: I am VERY excited at the prospect of a James and Riley (we need a ship name for them, omg they can be Jily too!) story to follow “Legerdemain,” your James Sirius Potter has fast become one of my favourite characters in your universe. I love his similarity to Ron, his dramatics, the way he loves his family, his love of gossip, and just in general, I love him. I can’t wait to see more of him in the future. Thank you.

Sincerely,

A Very Happy Reader. 😍

I literally want to ugly cry right now. I want to shrink you and carry you around on my shoulder to make me feel better anytime I am down about literally anything in life.

I cannot even begin to express in words how much I have enjoyed your review journey or how much I appreciate this monster tumblr lovefest. It makes my heart want to burst and spit out rainbows everywhere. I want to be your friend and just chat all the time because you are such a wonderful soul and beautiful person.

I am at such a loss of words right now. All I can think to say is thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You have made my day, weekend, week, and month! I hope you continue to enjoy my stories. I update every Sunday (or attempt to but I haven’t missed a week yet with Legerdemain so fingers crossed).

Just… thank you. 😭😭😭 I really needed something like this.

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imtooscaredforthis · 3 years ago

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Basketcase

Chap 12- Temptations

Mentions of: Slight NSFW themes, injury, knives, stabbing, etc.

As you woke, your eyes opened, meeting with a pair of dark ones. Frank’s. He was standing in the doorway, watching you. And even though you weren’t wearing a shirt, you weren’t embarrassed or freaked out, no. You were happy with the attention he was giving you.

You even smiled at him to show that. “Were you watching me, you creep?”

“Maybe.” He smirked, walking over and sitting on the edge of the mattress. But he didn’t stop there. Frank moved closer and closer, crawling onto the mattress, until he was right on top of you, laying you back into the bedding.

You giggled softly, running one hand through his hair, moving the other over his throat, caressing his skull tattoo. Then he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you, once again. You kissed him back eagerly, meeting his feverous hunger.

After a few long moments, he broke the kiss, moving down to your neck, nibbling and sucking softly. He went back up to your ears, pressing kisses at the shell of it, before mumbling lowly into it. “Tell me, (y/n). Do you want this?”

“Yes. I want this. I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone this much before.” He pressed his lips against yours, rougher this time, before sitting back and discarding his jacket, throwing it to the side.

His hands went down to the hem of his shirt, and right as he began to pull it up- everything stopped. And you woke up.

You sat up, looking around. There was no Frank or anyone there. It was just some dumb dream. Some stupid fantasy. Of course.

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you clutched the blanket tightly, holding it against your body. Right when things were getting better, you had to dream about that. You had to let those dirty sinful thoughts get to the front of your mind. You felt ashamed, humiliated, embarrassed.

And you knew you had to get out of here before you made a fool of yourself even more. You got to your feet, noticing that all the pain was gone. Removing the bandages, you saw that your wound had fully healed.

You looked around the room, searching for your shirt. It was nowhere to be found. Crap, where could it be?

You opened the door a crack, looking around for someone to help you. Thankfully, Susie was just down the hall.

“Susie! Psst, Susie!” You whispered, managing to get her attention.

She turned to you, walking over and entering the room. “Hey, how’re you feeling?”

“Better, thanks. It’s fully healed and everything. Could you do me a favor and get me my shirt?” You asked. She nodded, leaving for a minute or two, returning with your shirt.

After putting it on, and getting yourself together, you left the room, preparing to leave back to the campfire without much of a word or two to the others. And you would be fine with that.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem like the others were around, most probably busy in trials, besides Susie. But as you went to leave through the resort lobby, you were stopped by a familiar bruised and calloused hand resting on your shoulder.

“(Y/n), hey, where are you going?” Frank questioned.

Fuck. He was the last person you wanted to see right now.

“Uh hey, I was just um, I was just gonna go. The entity called me for a trial so-” You lied, feeling your face burn, trying to keep things from getting even more awkward.

“What? But, you shouldn’t go. You just recovered, you’re still in a fragile state right now as it is. A trial will just fuck you up even more.” He persisted.

“The entity’s already pissed as it is, if I don’t leave, who knows what’ll happen?” You told him.

Frank grew quiet, knowing you had a point. “At least let me walk you back to the campfire.”

“I don’t think we should. But, uh, I’ll see you after okay?” You cracked a smile on your face, stepping back into the cool winter terrain, and leaving.

“Damn it,” Frank swore, punching the door frame and making the wood splinter and break. How could he be such an idiot? Why did he keep on acting this way around you? He hated it.

And what made it all worse is he had no idea how to deal with it. What was he going to do?

You sighed as you made your way back to the campfire, all alone. This was the first time that you walked back without company. Usually, you had someone there so you wouldn’t get lost or attacked by another killer, but you were pretty sure you knew the way back at this point.

Trying to push what was happening with Frank to the back of your head, you continued through the woods, thinking of something else. Your mind went to what happened the last time you were at the campfire. Your little outburst in front of almost all the survivors there, and the ones who weren’t probably heard about it later.

God, that was embarrassing. You couldn’t help but wonder what their reactions would be when you came back now. Would they act differently around you? Would they care? You weren’t sure.

And what about Quentin? What would he say? Was your friendship over?

You stopped, snapping out of your thoughts. You were getting in your head and you needed to calm down. As you took a couple of deep breaths, you looked around the forest, realizing you couldn’t recognize where you were.

You had gotten so distracted that you went off the normal path and to some different one. You were lost.

Shit, okay. I just need to stay calm and retrace my footsteps.

Before you could even try though, you heard some masked breathing, making your heart drop. You jumped out of the way right in time as Michael swung his blade, causing him to miss and cut off a strand of your hair.

You stumbled backward as he continued following after you, slicing and stabbing, trying to kill you. He eventually got your forearm, making you cry out in pain and panic, attempting to get away.

You ran and ran, before tripping over a root and twisting your ankle. And just as The Shape closes in on you, raising his blade, just as you fear the worst- he’s stopped, Frank grabbing his wrist.

“She’s mine, get lost.” For a moment, it almost seemed like Michael is surprised, the emotionless monster of a man not moving, stopping completely, before tearing his hand out of Frank’s, pushing him back.

You almost laugh at how small Frank looks compared to Michael, the difference was kind of like a boy and a bear standing face to face. Frank fell back, slightly losing his balance but managing to play it off, watching as Michael turned and walked away.

“You alright?” Frank offered his hand to you, helping you to your feet.

You wince, looking down at your ankle. “Yeah, just a little banged up. Nothing too bad. But you were right. I don’t think I’m ready for this yet.”

“Alright, then let’s get you patched up.”

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spideyspeaches · 4 years ago

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We always have been ↬ fem!p.p

A/N: AHHH I love genderbent Peter skjkjhjka and I’ve only seen @justme--emily write for her so far so I wrote one of my own 😤

Summary: It was not every day you crash into your ex boyfriend in a Stark Gala, was it? Your ex boyfriend you dumped right after your senior prom? It was probably her Parker luck striking, never a good sign, she learned that from experience.

Warning: um cursing lol.

Pairing: female!Peter Parker x Harry Osborn

WC: 2k

When Mister Stark had asked her to attend one of those glorious charity galas, Penny had been elated, internally (and externally) jumping at the thought of wearing fancy gowns and walking past pretentious rich bureaucrats and business people.

She was practically lost in paradise when Miss Potts had accompanied her to shop for her dress, a beautiful blue and red full length gown, hugging her in her curves with a chinese collar neck and embroidered bust (very on brand of her).

“Is your dress comfortable? Oh god I think I should have altered it myself, it’s not too tight right?” May fretted, fixing her hairdo and last minute make up she learnt from makeup hacks videos. Groaning, Penny nudged May by her shoulders, sitting her down on her twin bed, holding her aunt’s cheeks.

“May, the dress is comfortable! Miss Potts made sure that it was altered to my size okay? Now calm down, it’s just one night.” She smiled, folding her hands under her chest. Her dress was truly comfortable, and she looked undeniably good, she checked (she was a nerd, yes, but she wasn’t blind. Especially now that she had 20/20 long vision due to her spider powers.)

“You know how I feel about you going to fancy parties, baby.” May sighed, making her wince, “the last time you went to prom ended in a disaster. Both of them”

“I know May, but on the bright side, it gained me an actual paid internship. And Mister Stark and Miss Potts are going to be present the whole time!” She reassured, squeezing her aunt’s shoulders. In all honesty, she understood her anxiety, shuddering as she remembered her prom fighting Liz’s dad, and then breaking up with Harry, “besides, I have my spidery powers remember? I’m a big girl May, I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can sweetheart, god look at you all grown up, Ben would be so proud of how much you’ve grown, my little woman.” May sniffed, getting up to caress her head. She shook her head at her aunt’s emotional state, smiling as she bowed her head at the nickname. It was something Ben used to call her- little woman.

“Ben would be proud of you too May.” Penny said, willing her eyes to not water at the sudden rush of sentiment she felt at the mention of her deceased uncle.

“Now, shoo before I change my mind and keep you all to myself!” May laughed, fixing the non existent crease near her shoulders.

“Okay okay! I’m going May, jeez it’s like you and Mister Stark are holding a shared custody of me.” Penny snickered, scrambling to wear her uncomfortable heels, the ones that matched her dress.

“Maybe I am, but I get to be the primary guardian!”

Laughing, she gave her aunt a kiss to her cheek, doing a preliminary check of her cell phone and emergency bracelet, blowing her a kiss before walking into the car that was standing outside their apartment.

The car ride was silent, her stomach bubbling with nervousness and excitement. She was practically vibrating in her seat, glad that Tony had sent another driver instead of Happy- he would have teased her incessantly for being so nervous. She had grown close to Happy, the man growing fond of her as well, but he could be an embarrassing dad at times.

The gala was everything she had imagined, brightly lit in an overpriced hall, adorning overpriced decorations with people in overpriced clothes.

“Hey Mister Stark! Thank you so much for inviting me!” She grinned, skipping towards her fath- mentor.

“Hey Pen, wow don’t you look beautiful. A little too beautiful, beware of those good for nothing boys you hear me?” Tony smiled, hugging her, a protective hand on her shoulder.

“Oh don’t mind Tony, hun, he’s only joking.” Pepper said, giving her a kiss on her cheek and doing a once over, just like May had.

“I’m serious Pep, if those boys even tried anything, you call me okay? I’ll take care of them.”

“Mister Stark, you can’t just threaten teenagers.” Penny giggled, looking at Pepper with a smirk.

“Barely a teenager kiddo, why did you grow up so fast?” He smiled, a fond look in his eyes.

“I’m nineteen Mister Stark, I think I can take care of those boys themselves.”

“Hell yeah you can, that’s my girl.”

Easy for her to say, because not long after that, Mister Stark and Pepper had abandoned her to talk to some prominent dealer about some… deals concerning Stark Industries, she didn't ask.

By the end of an hour, she was already bouncing on her heels, bored out of her mind. Even the Avengers could entertain her only so much, going back to their important work. And

Penny was an awkward girl, always finding herself in situations she was unwilling to participate in, so socialising was out of question.

She remembered the one time she had accidentally spilled coffee all over Mister Stark’s touch sensitive keyboard, stuttering the whole time. He hadn’t even been mad, reassuring her that he had done that enough times before, hence the liquid resistant keypads.

And then there was that one time the school nurse had called Tony when she was experiencing period induced fever. That was embarrassing, if not a little heartwarming to know that he cared about her enough to confront Pepper about menstrual problems. She was his daughter in everything but blood, he reminded her that every day, though not verbally.

There was also this one time she had been caught kissing MJ, but none of those were going to top what she was facing right now.

Literally.

“Penny! Penny Parker?” Harry’s chirpy voice rang in her ears, his footsteps sounding increasingly closer as she tried to hide her face behind her (non alcoholic) drink, frantically walking towards the vague figure of Mister Stark as fast as she could with her overly expensive stilettos.

It was not every day you crash into your ex boyfriend in a Stark Gala, was it? Your ex boyfriend you dumped right after your senior prom? It was probably her Parker luck striking, never a good sign, she learned that from experience.

Finally standing near Mister Stark, she tried to stand next to him, ignoring the weird look he was giving her. Penny was petite, always has been small for her age, so she was glad Mister Stark could cover her with his side. Apparently he got her cue, as he shifted slightly to hide her from whomever’s view.

“What’s wrong Pen? Some pesky boy chasing you? Accidentally met your ex?” He joked, giving the old businessman in front of him a handshake and smirking at her with amusement.

“Something like that.” She shrugged casually, snickering at Tony’s wide eyes.

“Penny! Hey it’s me, Harry.” He said, nearly standing behind her. He was either incredibly stupid or incredibly brave, weaving his way through the crowd to stand right in front of her. He probably hadn’t noticed her clinging to Tony, which is why he came forward, a big goofy grin playing on his handsome face, sending her heart into a frenzy, his blue eyes shining under the gleaming lights.

“Uh, h-hey Harry.” She grimaced, elongating his name with a chuckle. Shuffling forward, she ignored Tony’s raised eyebrows, opening her mouth to speak, but all she could look at was Harry Fucking Osborn standing in front of her, “Um, small world?”

Her words sounded distant to her, heart heart a lump in her throat. She felt underprepared for these situations. Sure, they had broken off on a semi- good note, but it didn’t make whatever this was any less awkward.

“Small world indeed.” He said, much softer than before, a solemn expression taking over his face, “It’s not every day you get to meet Penelope Parker in a Stark Gala. Heard of your internship by the way, I knew you were smart enough to get it.”

“Oh, thanks about that. I guess you’re an unwilling guest here? Haven’t seen Mr. Osborn around.” She smiled shyly, shuffling on her feet.

“Yeah, kind of, I mean you know how he is.” He shrugged.

“How long have you two known each other?” Tony interrupts the two, watching in amusement as both his pseudo daughter and Norman’s son blush under his gaze, as if just noticing his presence.

“Uhm, Hi Mister Stark! B-big fan, hi oh my god Penny I’m standing in front of Tony Stark.” Harry stuttered, shaking Tony’s hand for a little too long.

Staring at him with confusion, he shook Harry's hand back, silently asking Penny the lingering question.

“He’s a bit of a fanboy.” She answered.

Harry was still looking at Stark with his wonderstruck expression.

“Well it’s always good to meet my fans, but you didn't answer my question, kid. How do you two know each other?” Tony said, smiling as politely as he could while his hand was still stuck in Harry’s grip.

Realising that, he instantly let go, standing awkwardly as him and Penny said at the same time-

“I’m her ex boyfriend-”

“He’s my best friend.”

His eyes widen, realising what he had just said.

“You guys dated? And when were you going to tell me about that Pen?” Tony asked, baffled at the thought of Penny dating a guy, and Osborn’s son of all people.

“Well, you see, I was going to tell you soon, but then we broke up. You know? We haven’t talked since.” Penny said, the last sentence directed towards Harry. She was looking at him now, gritting her teeth.

“Well did you expect me to call you after you dumped me? During prom nonetheless? I was ashamed, Pen, I couldn’t do it.” Harry said, looking apologetic. It made her heart clench, inherent guilt building up in her tummy. It was her fault, technically.

“Yeah but, Harry you were my best friend before my boyfriend, and I missed you okay? You could’ve at least called.” She defended. Tony was good at reading the room, so sensing a banter building, he quietly left the area, not wanting to witness the misunderstanding.

“I really missed you too Penny, I- I didn’t think I was good enough for you, gosh I really fucking love you.” He said, immediately stiffening.

Even back when they were dating, they had never said the L word to each other, not even when they were best friends, and now? Well he had just made the air more thicker than before.

“You- you what?” She asked, voice small as her heart jumped. She moved closer to him, holding her hands out, reaching to touch his shoulders. Her hands set on his silky tuxedo, she stroked her hands in a slow motion, dropping them immediately when she realised she was touching him.

“I really fucking love you Penny, even if you don’t want to get together, can we still be friends? Go back to our movie nights and lego sessions?” He asked, furrowing his brows as if to keep himself from crying.

No words left her mouth, her breath hitched when he moved forward, chest stuttering. With a sudden confidence she didn’t know she had, she leapt forward, capturing his lips in hers. Their lips moved with a sync, his familiar ocean scented deo invading her nostrils, his soft skin against her. The world around her melded in a technicolour blob, the only thing she could focus was his heartbeat echoing in her ears.

“I really fucking love you too by the way.” She said, pulling away from the kiss. She vaguely spotted Miss Potts in her periphery, shaking her head with a smile as she held back Mister Stark.

“So, are we friends then?”

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“We are more than friends, you dumbass. We always have been.”

I’m a thirsty bitch, pwease give me feedback? 🥺🥺

#peter parker x harry osborn #harry osborn x peter parker x reader #harry osborn #female peter parker #female peter parker x harry osborn #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #tony stark #spiderman #spider woman #spideygirl writes

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sweeethinny · 4 years ago

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Summary: "You need to stop rowing with Hestia." [...] "Look—bring her here. The password is 'caraway.' Have a bath. Ask her where she wants things to go after Hogwarts. See what she says. And stop snipping at her in private over unrelated things that you're not even mad about." Lily said.

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At his side, Hestia shot him a glance torn somewhere between fondness and exasperation. "I said I'd be his girlfriend," she said before anyone could prompt her.

"And she suggested it. I didn't even have to ask." - Voyeur by @scriibble-fics

I hope Scriibble doesn't care that I tag her on so many things, sorry dear

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Sirius felt a little nervous as he walked towards the prefect's bathroom, his palms sweating as if he were a 14 year old teenager about to give his first kiss. It was stupid to feel that way, but he couldn't help feeling it.

He had been fighting with Hestia like a dog and cat, neither of them would give the truce first, and that made them end up fighting over everything, even if it didn't make sense anymore. They started fighting over Sirius to find out that Hestia hadn't told him that the Slytherins had attacked her a few weeks ago, and now, he doesn't even remember anymore why they were fighting.

It was as if anything was capable of making the two of them explode with each other, they could barely spend more than an hour together without starting to scream, and Sirius blamed mainly the fact that things were getting worse with each passing day, they had joined the Order and it looked like the war was getting more and more real, getting closer and closer, and everyone seemed to be going out of their skin with the feeling that in less than a month they would be out of Hogwarts, and consequently out of the most protected place they had.

Or it should be like that, Sirius thought angrily, remembering the Mini Death Eaters' attacks that seemed increasingly excited to do whatever Voldemort told them to do.

'Can I come in?' Sirius asked at the bathroom door, he had already given the password, but he preferred to ask only for security, looking at the wall next to the door instead of the bathtub in the middle of the bathroom, where he could already hear the noises of Hestia.

'Yes.' Her voice was low, as if she were letting her guard down, which Sirius had also done.

First it was Lily who had gone to talk to him, telling him to talk to Hess, then it was James, who seemed a little more irritated by the idea that Sirius was being an idiot.

He also didn't like to fight with her, he hated it, Sirius had been unhappy since things started to fall apart. He missed being hugged to her, their conversations, making her laugh and blushing, Hestia sat on his lap to talk about her day, her hand in his hair, almost making him sleep with affection.

She was already inside the big bathtub, there were several bubbles around her, the sweet and Hestia smell in the air making Sirius a little dizzy, as it always did when her smell was on his clothes. Her hair was already wet, running down her back, one or two strands stuck to her forehead or her cheek, making her look adorable. He could see her bra strap, light pink, and Sirius had to inhale a good deal of air when his imagination worked on the image of Hestia wearing pink.

'Hi.' He was the first to say, standing in front of the bathtub, James' invisibility cloak on his arm along with the clean clothes. Hestia approached the edge, her eyes locked on his.

'Hi.' The girl's cheeks were pink, as they usually were when she was hot, but there was that part in particular, which Sirius noticed turned red whenever she was embarrassed, near her nose, outlining her cheek perfectly. He knew that if he put his hand there, it would be hotter than the rest of her face. It was as if Hestia had a fever whenever she was having an extreme emotion.

It was adorable.

'Aren't you going to come in?' She asked, arms crossed on the edge to keep her balance, Sirius didn't need to see to know that her feet didn't touch the floor in that part of the bathtub.

'Of course,' He went over to the benches there, looking over his shoulder to see her. 'Do you want me to come in?' For some reason, Sirius felt doubly more careful, now that he was trying to make things work, with his guard down. He was not ashamed to show this more insecure side to Hestia.

'Don't be as if I never saw your white ass,' Hestia broke free from the edge, pushing herself back and floating in the middle of the bubbles, making him catch little glimpses of the pink panties she wore. 'Why would we come here if not to get into the bathtub?' The two laughed, Sirius had to turn again before he looked too much at her shiny legs. ‘Don’t tell me you’re ashamed?’

'I just wanted to make sure.' He took off his shirt, then his pants, taking care to keep everything neatly folded, next to his clean clothes.

'Well, I'm telling you to come in, the water is delicious,' Hestia said, but Sirius thought he heard her voice tremble a little, and then the sound of the water of what should be her turning her legs inside. He turned around, wetting his fists and the back of his neck, before jumping in, keeping his eyes open to swim close to Hestia, which was not a smart move, as he can better see how she looked in her pink panties and how she really couldn't put her feet on the floor.

Sirius felt his heart melt with love for her.

He planted his hands on her hips before he emerged, holding her close to him, with the excuse that it was so that Hess didn't have to move her feet like crazy to stay balanced, and not because Sirius felt he needed her close before that something inside him would break.

'Hi.' She said this time, the faces of the two were close enough for them to almost touch their noses.

Her dark brown eyes were perfect, seen up close, it was like seeing precisely the color nuances of a molasses, or a caramel, Sirius had not yet decided.

'Hi, again.' Hess smiled, not that big smile where her eyes got those little wrinkles on the side, but still, it was a smile. 'I missed you,' he admitted, clasping his hands on her hips a little, just because he missed it.

'We saw each other two hours ago ... Or was your mind already eaten alive and you forgot?' She smiled, and this time showing her teeth, and her cheeks took on even more color, especially in that part near her nose.

'You know what I meant.' He wasn't even ashamed to look like a fool in love. 'And my mind was eaten alive, yes, but it was because of you.'

'Me?' Her hands touched his arm, and Sirius didn't even realize that Hestia hadn't touched him yet, until she did. He felt breathless at the sensation of her warm palms holding his biceps, as if to help gain balance. 'I did nothing.'

'For that reason,' Sirius sighed. ‘Sorry for all the fights, I was a little crazy just to imagine someone hurting you.’

'You shouldn't have gone after them, especially after I asked you not to do that.'

'I know, but you understand why I went, don't you? I wouldn’t sleep peacefully thinking that- ’

‘But I asked you not to do it, didn't I?’ Her eyes didn’t seem to get that darkened color of when she got mad, as it happened every other time they argued about it. ‘They don’t deserve all that attention.’

'Doll ...' Sirius sighed in defeat, hiding his head in her neck, intoxicated by her sweet scent. 'I would kill someone if I knew that person hurt you,' he admitted, because it had been his will, if it weren't for James and Remus pushing him into an empty room, trying to get Sirius to think with his head and not with heart.

Unlike the time he dided that prank with Snape, which he didn’t think about and didn’t imagine what could happen to Rem, and all that stupid idea involved, Sirius was aware this time, he probably would have done a lot worse than just playing those Slytherins into a house with an uncontrolled Werewolf. He should remember to thank Remus and James for stopping him.

Sirius was embarrassed for that, after the anger stopped burning inside his chest, and he saw that he had ruined everything, Sirius wanted to cry for the first time in a few good months. Perhaps the last time he had felt so lost and empty, had been when he ran away from home, on vacation last year.

'I know how to take care of myself, you need to trust me.' Hestia hugged him, her head lying on his shoulder, allowing Sirius to have more access to her neck.

'I really trust, I just ... Doll,' Sirius lifted his head, looking into her eyes, wanting her to understand how deeply he loved her. Saying those words was too difficult. 'I trust you, I know you can take care of yourself, I know that, I just ... Hess, I would rather be tortured, than have to see someone hurt you. I would die before I allowed any of my friends or you to be hurt.' Sirius hoped that Hestia understood that she was in a category apart from his friends, not because she was not his friend, but because she was so much more than only that.

'Siri ...' She looked at him as if Sirius were a puppy, her arms wrapped around his neck, her brown eyes never leaving his. 'Don't say that, I never know how to answer.' This time it was Hestia who hid, giving an impulse upward and wrapping her legs around his hips, running away from his eyes when she hid her head in the curvature of his neck.

Sirius wanted to laugh, but the feeling of love that surrounded him when he felt her holding him, looking small in his arms, made him just kiss her head, his eyes closed to support the feeling of his expanded chest with the swirl of emotions.

‘You don’t have to answer, just because you still want to stay here with me, it’s already a good answer.’ He admitted, because it was true.

Sirius was afraid, in the middle of everything, when Hestia moved away from him, when they started fighting and looking a lot like what Prongs and Evans were like at the beginning of the year, and even last year. He didn't like to argue with Hestia, he didn't like fighting with anyone he cared about, but she mostly.

'But I want to, because I feel like I never answer you, and ... Just give me a minute,' she murmured, still clinging to him.

'Are you going to break up with me?' Sirius joked, even though his chest tightened at the thought.

He walked to the stairs, holding Hestia firmly by the thighs, keeping her in his lap as he sat on one of the steps, keeping both of them under the hot water as much as he could.

'I don't think I would be like this with you, if I wanted to break up.' She looked at him, a lovely smile on her lips. 'And it would be a little difficult to be firm when I'm on your lap.' Her cheeks came back with that pink tone that he was in love with, and Sirius laughed at the feeling of happiness that invaded him.

'I'm happy that my lap prevents you from thinking straight.' He straightened up on the bench, not because he wanted to make her realize that it was also difficult for him to think straight when she was sitting there, of course.

'Don't be an idiot,' Hestia laughed, small wrinkles appearing in the corner of her eyes, as she hit his arm, making Sirius laugh too. 'Stop moving, I need to think.'

'Make yourself comfortable, Doll, I'll be here as long as you want.' He leaned on the other step, trying to gain some distance from Hestia just to be able to breathe and think with his head up, keeping his eyes in the foams around them. Sirius knew he would collapse if he paid attention to how pink the color was on her, and how her skin was reddened from the heat of the water.

'I've been thinking,' Hestia started, and he looked at her. ‘I don’t want to be fighting with you and,’ She looked away from him, around the bathroom, as Hestia always did when she needed to think or was embarrassed. 'I know I said other times that I didn't want to, but, I think I was just scared, you know? There is a war out there, I already lost my mum, but at the same time, I don't want to lose you, and just thinking about losing you I almost go crazy. I didn't want you to go and talk to the Slytherins because I don't want them to realize how easy it is to affect you ... I don't want that if you-know-who needs to find a weak link in the Order, they know about you. Do you understand?’ He nodded, resting his hands on her hips again. ‘I like you a lot,’ Sirius smiled, the ego swelling inside his chest, thinking about all the other times that he had been the first to say that, hoping she would return.

'I like you too, a lot,' Sirius said, just because he couldn't keep his mouth shut when Hestia was declaring herself to him.

'Before you arrived, and these past few days, I was thinking about something you said a while ago but I said no, and ... If you still want me to be your girlfriend ...' She bit her bottom lip, and now her cheeks were completely flushed, even her temples looked pink, which was lovely, since Sirius didn't remember seeing her so flushed even when they had sex for the first time.

‘Are you asking me to date you?’ He could only be dreaming, honestly.

'I am.' Hestia rolled her eyes when she noticed the smile that was growing on his face, and Sirius felt that his face could tear at any moment. 'Do you accept being my boyfriend?' She joked, taking his hand on her hip, as if to put a ring on his finger.

'I don't know, I need you to ask Mia and Mont first, you know, out of respect and everything ... And I want flowers, a dozen at least.' The two laughed, but Hestia didn't let go of his hand, kissing his fingers and placing his hand on her cheek, supporting her face there. Sirius missed those moments of affection, warmed him up in a way he had never felt before. 'Of course, I accept. It’s also hard to think when you’re sitting on my lap.’

'Oh, I already know how to convince you to do the things I want, then.' Hestia leaned forward, bringing them closer, and they noses touched again. Sirius realized that they had not kissed until now.

'It is not difficult to convince me, Doll, I am all yours.' He closed his eyes, lost in feeling.

Hestia said nothing, preferring to close their distance and kiss him, calmly first, as if it were the first time again, the two of them still trying to understand how it worked, how they liked it, carefully.. It was he who attacked her most willingly, intoxicated with love, wanting more than anything in that life to kiss her forever, Sirius circled her waist, pulling Hestia closer, while the girl's delicate hands cupped his face.

He should remember to thank Lily tomorrow.

And to shout to the world that Hestia Jones was his girlfriend.

#sirius black #sirius x hestia #marauders #padfoot #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #marauders era fanfic #hestia jones

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aikrus · 4 years ago

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Pairing: T. Iida x Reader Rating: 15+ Words: 4k289 Warnings: Reference of Alcohol, and angst Requested by: No one, but requests are open! Summary: The story of Iida’s summer before UA, and how love isn’t always a good thing.

QUIRK: Soul Beam

The summer before high school was a fever dream that Y/n never wanted to wake up from. The sweat sticking to her skin was only ever washed away from the storms that passed through her life- note: even the pools she submerged herself in never removed the glistening water from her body because sometimes water needs a little force behind it in order to cleanse you.

The gold and purple sunsets are passing memories that she wants to desperately hold on to. No taste will be quiet like the pancakes she had eaten, and no smell will ever replace that of the sweater she stole (despite overheating every time she wore it).

Scars are a painful reminder of what she went through, and it takes a little to see them as a badge of honor, but the help she received only made it re-open in the long run.

Tire swings will never be the same, and that stupid song is still on the radio- as if it wasn’t playing enough in her head. Y/n used to think she was strong, but now that’s barely believable. Ice cream cones and train rides have a hidden meaning that will only ever be known by her and it hurts to know that no one can help her mourn a love that never happened.

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The first question was asked when the summer started. It was next to a moving van that was a beacon calling out to everyone on the street it was parked on. The well-off neighborhood was full of upstanding citizens who wanted nothing more than to welcome the newest member with open arms.

It was that beacon that called the Iida family over to the driveway. But as Tenya walked with his brother and parents, he wondered if the bright beacon that drew him in was the moving truck of the bright smile of the teen girl, happily grabbing boxes of things to bring inside.

“Hello! We’re the Iida family, this is my husband, and these are my two son’s, Tensei and Tenya. Welcome to the neighborhood!” The wife smiled kindly at the mother.

“Thank’s for coming out! This is my husband, Y/d/n, and my daughter Y/n. We’re really looking forward to joining the neighborhood,” to the untrained eye this looked like any normal greeting, but Y/n knew better. She could see the subtle glances her mom threw at her. She was trying to say how cute the younger boy was. It received a light chuckle and an eye-roll from her daughter.

“Tenya,” The Iida’s father said, clasping him on the shoulder, “Why don’t you go help Y/n with her boxes?”

“Yes, sir,” he said, walking over to the moving truck.

“You can just grab that one if it’s not too heavy,” she pointed at a medium side box labeled ‘Knickknacks’. He hummed in agreement and followed her up into her room, noting the aesthetic that she surrounded herself in.

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A knock echoed through the newly-decorated house, alerting the present family members of a visitor.

“Not it,” Y/n’s dad said, pressing his finger to his noes; her mother follows suit.

“You guys are literal children,” Y/n groaned, forcing herself off the couch she had grown ever so attached to. Grumpily, she made her way to the door.

“Oh hey! Iida, right?” Y/n said, recognizing the boy that had already been in her room.

“Yes! That’s me. I uh,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “I was heading down to the boardwalk, and I wanted to know if you would like to come with me?”

Truth be told this wasn’t his idea. His mother had been pressuring him for days in hopes to grow closer to the new family. It wouldn’t be long until they realized the Iida’s are a line of hero’s, and she wanted to get close to them before they found out.

“Oh,” Y/n replied, suddenly thinking of the clothes she was currently wearing. While her tie-dye shorts and loose t-shirt weren't anything to be ashamed of, they were not ‘paint the town red’ clothes.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to!” Tenya said, suddenly embarrassed that he randomly invited a girl his age to hang out with him.

“No! I’ll gladly go, just give me a few minutes to get changed. Come inside,” Y/n had said, opening the door wider for him before racing upstairs.

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Iida walked slightly behind the girl he was supposed to show around. It was a cliché, but she was mesmerizing. Her hair bounced with every step, and she walked like she had a purpose, and the end goal was in mind and she would stop at nothing to get there.

She looked like she was made of honey and sugar and a taste would give him a cavity. The beams of the sun projected from her eyes like the cosmos and it made him want to fall in- knowing full well that drifting through the endless space would never cease to amaze him.

“Do you think they sell corn-dogs here?”

“Huh? oh!” He blushed, before pointing ahead, “Yeah, there’s one right by the docks.”

“Well then what are we waiting for?” She smiled and leaned closer to Iida. “Let's hurry!” There was a burst of light laughter in her voice, as she grabbed his hand and ran off. What was he doing here?

When they reached the end of the docks- corn dogs in hand- they say on the bench which over-looked the sea. Night had fallen while they were out, Y/n becoming absorbed in learning as much as she can about where she moved to.

As she looked out to the wine-light sky, she wondered if she could swim to it. The horizon looked so close, like just reaching out a little further would put it in her grasp. It wasn’t until Tenya’s hand grabbed her shoulder that she realized she really was leaning forward.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, eyebrows pulled together.

“Yeah!” She smiled, snapped out of her thoughts,. “Just day-dreaming,”

“We should get you back home,” He said, before looking back to the water.

She saw his glasses, they reflected the golden hue of the sunset, and the beautiful purple that fought underneath it. She saw all the beauty in the world in his eyes, all that was good and right- was all in front of her. He was the sunset, he was the horizon she so desperately wanted to get to.

“Hey, Iida?” Y/n asked, swinging her legs back and forth under the bench.

“What is it?” He said, looking over to her face- which didn’t turn to see him.

“Stupid question- but an icebreaker; if you could have anyone in the world- living or dead- over to yours for dinner, who would it be?” she blushed a little, but kept a calm face.

He knew the answer as soon as she finished the sentence, but there was no need to tell someone he just met the name of the girl he had been in love with for years- so all he said was, “Probably Catherin The Great, she had a few political opinions I’d like to hear about first hand,”

“Hmm, I can see you two bonding over tea,” She smirked, standing up from her seat, “Let’s get home.”

Tenya nodded, walking beside Y/n- thinking about her.

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A month had passed, and the little interactions the two families had resulted in the Iida’s inviting them over for breakfast. Y/n had woken up early to get dressed. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, harshly shaking it so the baby hairs would fall out. She threw on a form-fitting sweater and yoga-pants. Despite wanting to look like it’s a casual mornings- she did apply some casual makeup to make herself look a little more awake.

It was stupid- she knows- but Y/n really just wanted to look a tiny bit better when he sees her again. Looking in the mirror, she wonders if he’s putting a little extra effort in his appearance as well. She could only hope.

Walking down the stairs, she saw her mother- also wearing casual makeup- and her father in a black polo and slacks. They were both standing by the door, waiting for their daughter to come out from her cave.

“Why are you guys already done?” She asked, turning on the phone and checking the time.

“Wanted to make a good impression,” Her dad smiled, putting his own phone away.

“Alright,” Her mom smiled, putting on her wedges, “Let’s get going. Y/n can you grab the scones and smoothie?”

“Yeah mah, I’ll be right back,”

“Thanks love,” she smiled, grabbing the house keys off the hook.

They were kinda heavy, but it was nothing she couldn’t carry. That didn’t stop her dad from taking it from her with a smile. She could have done it, but she’s not necessarily upset about it.

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Sitting at the dining room table was only awkward in the beginning of the meal. The Iida’s seemed to be pretty profesional people, but the Y/l/n’s were introverts with an acquired sense of humor. Joking about everything from people at work, eachother, and random facts they had learned, the Iida’s quickly became much less tense during the meal.

The mother and father- whom’s names Y/n never seemed to learn, were last few to smile or laugh along side the rest, beaten by Tenya by only a second, but Tensai had been the first to crack a joke, almost beating Y/n herself to break the ice.

The loud laughter slowly split into multiple side conversations; Y/n- who sat across from Tenya- tried to strike up a conversation. “Do you want to be famous one day?”

“Hmm?” He asked, looking up from the lone strawberry cut on his plate, “Yes, I plan on being a Hero.”

A few seconds longer than a moment had passed, end Tensai asked Y/n in return, “What about you? You wanna live the life of fame, or are you more of a low-key kinda gal,” he smiled at her, and for a second Y/n though he had noticed the embarrassment worn on her face after being rejected and forced into silence.

“I dunno really, my quirk is pretty multipurpose. I originally wanted to be a counselor or therapist, but it’s changed from a vet to doctor, to a hundreds of other things. My parents think I should be a hero- I wouldn’t mind I don’t think, but the constant attention could get pretty annoying. A like being busy with people and events, but I do value my privacy,”

He smiled at her, nodding in acceptance at her answer. The Iida parents had been listening into her words while she spoke, but they still conversed with Y/n’s parents as well.

Y/n saw a smile on Iida’s face. That mirrored on her own, and suddenly her pancakes tasted a whole lot better. She missed the far off look in his eyes, if only she saw the worried look that was on Tensai’s face. If she had, maybe that small warning could have protected her heart.

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Y/n had found an abandoned tire swing in their large backyard, three acres of cleared land and two of forest. The swing was in a small clearing- it looked like a party or two had been thrown while it was vacant- shown by the few nips thrown about the ground. She swung back and forth- listening to music playing in her head.

Because of how caught up in her head she was, she never heard the footsteps approaching her. “Hey, Y/L/N!” Tenya greated.

“Jesus Christ!” She shouted, falling from the swing. Thankfully, with the use of his quirk, Iida was able to catch her just in time.

“You should really be more careful,”

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” she rolled her eyes.

He smiled, helping her back up to the swing. He slowly began to push her back and forth, spinning her as fast as he could listening to her laughter. Getting more and more dizzy, she closed her eyes to stay level headed.

With a heavy sigh of contentment, Y/n lied on the grass with Iida, staring up at the beautiful blue sky. “Hey, Tenya?” She asked, still looking up.

“Yeah?” He turned on his side to see her better- only to notice her eyes were closed.

“What’s your perfect day?”

“Hmm...” he thought for a second, trying to think of a good answer. “Probably waking up early, and seeing the girl I love as soon as I open my eyes. Then I’d like to eat breakfast with my family- followed by patrol with my brother. Then I’d like to go home and make a cup of tea and sit down with a book I like. Yeah, that sounds pretty good,” he smiled himself, closing his eyes to really picture what he was saying.

“That sounds really nice Iida,” she whispered, wondering if she could be the one he loves.

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Summer only had a month left, but Y/n wanted to make the most of the fleeting free-time she had left. Wanting to explore more of Japan before her freedom was stripped from her, she invited Iida to go on a roadtrip with her.

It wasn’t hard at all to convince her parents to let her go, with her quirk she really didn’t need to worry about being attacked. Even then, she’s physically strong if she can’t use her quirk to defend herself. With the rise of heroes to protect everyone, Japan quickly became one of the safest places. Y/n was also very closely trained with America’s top hero, Reflector. She taught Y/n everything she knew and fully plans on giving Y/n her hero agency as her predecessor.

Iida’s parents were a little harder to convince, but Y/n’s parents were very persuasive. They would be gone for a week, and they would check in every morning when they woke up and every night before they went to sleep. If they didn’t call during one of the time’s then they had until the next call to respond.

They had made a list of regions and cities in them to visit in them, with the days they would be arriving and leaving. If they skipped a stop of stayed longer, then they had to text their parents with the nex information. Solid rules, and both the teens agreed to them, as well as their parents.

The bus ride to the train station was relatively short, but it was in complete silence. It was a little awkward, but they just had to get through that one part.

The train ride itself was much more enjoyable. With their suitcases in hand, they sat close yet comfortably. “Hey, Tenya?”

“What’s up?” He asked, looking up from his phone to see her eyes staring back at him- a smile tugging at his lips.

“For what in your life do you feel most grateful?” She questioned, smiling into his eyes.

“Probably my family,” He responded as soon as she finished- having grown accustomed to Y/n’s random questioning, “They’ve done so much for me, and I only hope I can pay them back for all that they’ve supported me through.”

Y/n nodded at his answer, acknowledging how very much like him it is. The loud bustle of train and constant shaking led them to listening to music together, sharing earbuds and squeezing close together. It was a cheesy, new, pop song- one that will probably inspire a sub-culture of girls to bind together. It was weirdly comforting.

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The last night they spent through their travel of Japan was by far the most enjoyable. There was a small frost in the air that traveled with the two, following them in their own little bubble.

The streets were lightly illuminated, and it seemed like they were the only two in the world. Y/n had grabbed him by the hand, dragging him to an ice cream vendor. Seeing her in front of him, Tenya was thrown back to the first time they spent time together- everything's so different now. Yet, her beautiful eyes stay constant. Her kindness in unwavering. She’s still a girl made of honey and sugar.

After traveling together for so long, the two stopped correcting people who referred to them as a couple- they simply accepted it as an inside joke. This was why they laughed when the man behind the counter said “And these two for the cute couple,” with a wink at the end of his sentence.

Walking linked by the elbows, the two passed through the park. Shivering from the wind and the chill of her ice cream, Iida stopped the pair. He took off his sweater, revealing the long-sleeve shirt he wore underneath, and he handed it to her.

“Ten! You’ll freeze to death,” she said, refusing the offering.

“C’mon Y/n/n, I can heat myself up through my engines, and I wasn’t asking. You’re gonna wear the sweater or you’ll get sick. Put it on,” he said, taking the ice-cream from her hand and raising her arms like she was a child.

Y/n was very pleased the cold hid the blush on her face- last thing she needed was for him to discover her feelings on the last day of this amazing trip. She slipped into his large sweater, and grabbed her ice cream back from him.

“Hey Iida, I’ve got another question,” she said, walking with him through the trees bordering the street.

“I’m ready,” he asked, looking forward to make sur they didn’t walk into anything in the dark.

“What’s a personal problem you could use some advise for?” She asked, actually curious as to what he could possibly need help with.

He sighed, not making eye-contact. “I guess since we’re close enough- even on nickname basis- I should be comfortable telling you this. I’m in love with this girl, I’ve never stopped thinking about her since the moment I met her,” a dopey smile came onto his face, “I have no idea how to tell her. And now we’re going into highschool, and she’s going to meet so many other people- people I’m sure are more fun than me. I want to confess to her before the summer ends, but I have no idea how to. So,” he sucked in a deep breath and looked at Y/n, “What do you think?”

Y/n smiled, she was so sure he was being cheesy and talking about her. She fully believes that he’s gonna confess tonight. It has to happen- that’s the only way what he just said makes sense.

“I think,” she closed her eyes, “You should look her in the eyes, and compliment them. Whether she accepts your compliment or refuses it, tell her you want her to know how perfect she is- and then tell her how you feel. Tell her how just seeing her makes your day, how you want her to be the first thing you see in the morning, and the last voice you hear at night. Tell her you want to spoil her, want to tell her everyday how perfect she is. Confess to her that she’s amazing, and that you love her. Let her know how you feel, and then respect her reply. But, there’s no way she’ll turn you down. Be confident, you’re amazing and I’m sure she feels the same,”

Tenya thanked her for her advise, and they fell back into a comfy silence. It was then she remembered the night they decided to go by first names, the night she realized how hard she fell for him.

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Y/n was sitting on her rooftop, Iida beside her. They were looking up at the stars- sitting in silence. Like always, she started the conversation- “Hey, Iida, If you died this evening without being able to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? And Why haven’t you told them yet?”

“Huh,” he murmured, thinking hard. “I’d regret not thanking my brother more. He risks his life to save people, and he practically raised me. He’s why I want to be a hero, to live up to his expectations. I guess I haven’t told him yet because I want to prove that I’ve done something with myself. I want him to know he doesn’t have to raise me anymore- that I succeed,”

Y/n thought for a moment, before answering a question for the first and only time they have known eachother- but he didn’t ask it. She just felt a need to finally speak.

“I had an ex-boyfriend,” she sighed, clenching her eyes shut; “We’d been dating for five years- since we were children. We were so close as kids, but when our quirks manifested he broke up with me. He said my quirk was too dangerous for him, that he didn’t want to be part of the backstory of a villians history. It fucking ruined me. I was an idiot for actually thinking we could have lasted. About a month after we broke up, a villian attacked the agency I was working at. The only reason I was there was because I know the hero in charge, and he knew that. He had come to the building during my break- I don’t know why he was there, but I was the only person he knew there. The villain attacked, but his quirk wasn’t very strong. All he could do was change the color of an item for a few seconds. He was killed that day- slaughtered by the villain who’s only reason was boredom. I wish I could talk to him one last time, tell him I loved him one last time.”

Iida scooted closer to her, pulling her head onto his chest, letting her use him as a crutch. “It’s okay, Y/n. It’ll be okay,”

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When highschool started, and Tenya hadn’t confessed his love to him, Y/n came to the painful realization that she wasn’t the one he loved. However, it was the first day of school that hit the nail on the head.

She had entered the classroom of 1-A, after her family convinced her to at least try out the hero course, and was terrified that she would know no one. And then, she heard a voice that reminded her of someone very similar.

At the far end of the room, she saw the back of a blue-haired boy scolding a blond with his feet on the desk. A smile spread across her mouth when she realized who this up-tight teen was. Practically running to cover the distance of the class, Y/n launched herself onto Iida, latching onto her.

“Ten!” She smiled, shifting to wear he could comfortably hold her up.

“Y-Y/n?” He asked, momentarily stunned by her sudden appearance. He smiled and spun her around for a second before putting her down. “You’re here? You’re parents convinced you to pursue being a hero?” he was reasonably confused, but he wasn’t upset she was there- if anything he was glad to have a second familiar face around.

“Yeah, I’m just trying it out,” Y/n laughed, scratching the back of her neck.

“So heartwarming, now get outta my line of sight four-eyes,” the blond snapped, glaring at the pair.

“You’re annoying, you know that?” Y/n said, rolling her eyes at his comments.

Meanwhile, Iida laughed at Y/n being called his girlfriend. Y/n, who used to laugh with him, could only do her best to not cry.

“C/mon Ten, let’s go to your seat,” Y/n said, tugging his hand towards the spot with his name on it- stopping when her arm was tugged, caused by him not moving with her.

“Sorry Y/n/n,” he said, releasing her hand. “I would, but I promised Momo I’d meet her by the gate and guide her to the classroom. You know about Momo, right?” He looked into her eyes hoping she would put it together herself. After realizing she wouldn’t, he reminded her, “We talked about her on our last day of the tour.”

“Oh,” she said, feeling suddenly really cold.

“Yeah,” He smiled, “Wish me luck!” He gave her a thumbs up and walked out the room- leaving her stunned and so very cold.

A scoff echoed from behind her, causing her to look back and see the blond once again.

“That guy’s an idiot- glasses or not. It’s so obvious how you feel about him, and you’re way to attractive to pine after someone like him. You’re smart too, since you got into this school- he’s really missing out,” he rolled his eyes, but he also knew what just happened- even though no one else in the room picked up on it.

He assumed they were dating, but when Iida laughed, Bakugo had no clue if he was laughing at them dating or the girl’s reaction. He quickly figured out which of the two was the truth, and he also realized that he had no clue that she was in love with him.

Y/n didn’t react to his words, just stuck in the weird state she was in. She wasn’t sad, or angry. There was no tears or screams or breakdown, just a silent wave of shock. An ocean of doubt consumed her, filling her with a sense of... nothing.

She should have known. She should have realized. It’s entirely her fault. Who could love her. Who would want to love her. Who wants to date a freak. Who wants to date someone with a villainous quirk like hers. That’s why he was shocked when she showed up- he thought they’d reject a future villain like her.

No wonder everyone hates her; if she was someone else she’d hate herself too.

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Fever Lust | Timothee Chalamet

M A S T E R L I S T

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btw I listened to ‘Ignite’ by K-391 and it really set the mood for this piece. and bad news but I’m gonna CLOSE requests for the walking dead. I’m just not writing anything good, and I’m not proud of what I’m writing. I’m gonna finish the walking dead requests I accepted, but I probably won’t accept anymore for a while. sorry, thanks for understanding xx

You had tried to keep the full extent of your anxiety to yourself, Timothee already worried enough about you. You had met him at a cafe, he stopped in every morning for a coffee before he went to film. You sort of knew who he was, but you didn’t know the full extent to his fame until you started hanging out with him. The cameras flashing as you stepped into his car, and the dark blush over his pale cheeks as he politely waved off questions. You felt your anxiety spike right then but you kept it at bay the best you could, you had an enormous crush on him and you wanted to spend time with him. Normally you would let your anxiety scare you back into your hermit hole apartment, but you really liked Tim. You didn’t want to stop spending time with him, so regardless of the trembling of your palms or the anxious beating of your heart you slid into his car next to him. You were still wearing your uniform and apron from the cafe, you smelled like coffee and donuts. A police officers wet dream. You blushed once his door was closed and he sent one bashful smile your way before starting the engine. “Wow.” You breathed as he carefully pulled out of the parking lot, careful not to hit anyone surrounding the car.

“It’s not normally this crazy, I swear it’s because I’m with a girl.” Timothee laughs, a flash of worry in his eyes when he sees the pale fear stricken expression on your face. Once most of the cameras and people were left behind you, you felt your heart rate slowing. “Why would that matter?” You ask him, suddenly self conscious. He was sat in a dark jacket and jeans that hugged his legs so perfectly, he smelled like spearmint and cinnamon, and his curls were perfectly messy. They gave him that adorable boyish look. While your hair was in a frizzy ponytail, you were in old worn out shoes, greasy jeans, and a wrinkled t-shirt with a creme apron on and matching ball cap styled hat. Timothee looked like a teenage girls masturbation fantasy while you felt greasy and disgusting. He smiled as a nervous chuckle left his lips, “last time I was out publicly with a girl I’m not related to, was my ex-girlfriend. They probably think we’re dating.” Timothee explained and the mere thought sent heat rising to your cheeks. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, “as if you’d date a frumpy coffee girl.” You laughed, and while you were joking Timothee hardly took it that way.

“Don’t say that.” He said, a shadow falling over his face as he turned the corner towards a neighborhood of nice looking houses. You pinched your eyebrows together, most of your jokes were self-depreciating jokes. “Say what?” You ask, your heart feeling squeezed in your chest. Had you made him angry? Did you say something wrong? Bile turned in your gut as you fought off the urge to throw up, something that only happens when you get really anxious. “Don’t put yourself down.” Timothee said, his lips curved down in a small frown as he pulled up to a medium sized house. You didn’t know what to say so you simply exited the car and followed him into his house, he’d asked you to come over for dinner tonight after work. Once the door was closed, you felt your chest being crushed as you looked at him. “I’m sorry.” You blurted, taking him by surprise as Timothee turned to look at you. He took a step towards you and concern fell over his features when he saw your misty eyes. “For what?” Timothee asked, his voice soft as he looked into your eyes. The intensity of his stare caused your heart to quicken in your chest, “upsetting you in the car.” You breathed, desperately fighting the onslaught of tears.

Timothee shook his head, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “You didn’t, I just hate when you put yourself down. You’re beautiful.” Timothee said softly, his eyes looking genuine as he watched your expression change. He releases you and shrugs his jacket off, tossing it over the back of a couch before striding to the kitchen. You nervously toe out of your shoes as you remove your hat and apron before following him. Timothee flashes you a smile and you feel your heart go crazy in your chest, “what are you hungry for?” He asks, leaning back against the counter. Your immediate response to his question is ‘poison’. Yet another sad, somewhat self-depreciating joke. You bite your tongue, remembering how he reacted to your self hating humor last time. You eventually shrug with a bloom of red on your cheeks as you smile at him. Timothee hummed to himself before reaching for his phone, “I’m too tired to cook. Pizza?” He asks and you nod immediately. Although you’re not sure how hungry you are- you still feel somewhat nauseous. When his focus is on his phone screen you feel your heart beginning to race, what if he likes you? Like has feelings for you? While that would be a dream come true because you’re pretty sure you’re in love with him, you know it would end in flames.

You’re not an actress, or a model, or even pretty. You’re a girl who works in a cafe with crumpled clothes and a messy room. While Timothee is young, successful, put together, and responsible. You feel like an immature teenager compared to him, if he had feelings for you he would grow tired of you really quick. It would break your heart to lose him but you know sooner or later it’s going to happen. His ex-girlfriend is Lily-Rose Depp for fuck sakes, how on Earth are you supposed to compete with her? You’re nowhere near on the same level that she is, she’s like a goddess, and you feel like a mole rat compared to her. You’re pretty sure if you had to compete with your reflection, your reflection would win. You felt dizzy as you slammed your hand down on the counter, effectively drawing Timothee’s attention after he’d ordered the pizza. His eyes landed on you and his hands were holding you up immediately, concern washed over his face. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asked, but his voice sounded like it was underwater as your heart raced faster and faster and all of a sudden it felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your eyes fluttered as you slid against the kitchen cabinets to the ground, your fall broken by Timothee’s hard grip on you. Panic was settling in his eyes and you saw his lips moving but heard nothing but a loud ringing in your ears.

You felt frantic as you grabbed two handfuls of his shirt, your eyes wide and you felt damn near out of control as you held onto him. Timothee pulled your head into his chest and you fought against him at first but then you relaxed against his chest and his arms wrapped protectively around you. You heard his heart hammering against his chest as you slowly calmed down to the steady sound of his breathing. Timothee was shaking as he held you tightly, and he wasn’t entirely sure he knew what just happened. All he knew was that you scared the shit out of him. Once you’d relaxed enough to speak you pulled away from his chest and leaned back against the cabinets. Timothee stayed crouched in front of you, his hands still gently holding your arms. “What just happened?” He asked, and you felt guilty when you felt how hard he was trembling as he held you. “I-I had a panic attack.” You say softly, feeling incredibly ashamed and embarrassed. You refused to meet his eyes as he looked into your eyes, you had no idea what was going through his head. Timothee let out a long breath as he settled against the kitchen island, sitting across from you. His legs tangled with yours as he watched you, “talk to me.” He mumbled and finally your eyes drifted up to meet his.

“What happened just now?” You know what he’s really asking, he wants to know what brought the panic attack on. But by telling him you’d basically be admitting your feelings for him which nearly brought another panic attack on- Timothee seemed to notice that. His hands reached for yours, and when you felt his fingers gently lace through yours the oncoming panic attack settled before disappearing. “You can tell me anything.” Timothee promised and you swallowed a dry lump in your throat before nodding slowly. You closed your eyes and steeled your nerves for what you were about to say next. “I-I like you Timothee, a lot and I just know I can’t compare to Lily-Rose Depp. I would never expect you to have feelings for me, you’re used to dating actresses and supermodels. I’m just some ordinary girl who wakes up late and smells like coffee beans, I started thinking about how heartbroken I’m going to be when you realize I’m not what you want-” You didn’t realize you were crying until Timothee pressed his lips against yours, and softly wiped your tears with the pads of his thumbs. Any other words you were going to say died in your throat as your entire body melted against his. The kiss was slow and gentle, and you could feel how much emotion he was pouring into it.

“If that’s what you honestly think then you couldn’t be more wrong.” Timothee breathed once you’d parted, his forehead resting against yours. You stayed silent as his eyes looked into yours, his hands holding yours tightly. “I know how I feel about you, and I don’t want Lily-Rose, or a damn supermodel because they don’t come close to comparing to you. You’re real, you’re you. You don’t put on a facade for other people or act like a different person for the cameras. You’re just you, and you’re so beautiful. You’re insanely cute, I love watching you make my coffee because every time you catch me staring at you your entire face turns red. It’s so easy to make you blush, you make me dizzy with nerves. I’m always a nervous wreck when I’m around you, I’ve never felt so addicted to anyone before but sometimes when you’re not around I seriously feel like I’m having withdraws without you.” Timothee admits, and it sets your heart on fire as you watch him with wide, watery eyes. His hands come up to cup your cheeks again as he presses his lips to yours once more. Your hands find his shoulders as he slowly pulls you into his lap. “You are exactly what I want, I’ll spend the rest of my entire life proving it to you if that’s what it takes.” Timothee whispers, nudging his nose against yours.

Making a split second decision you frantically press your lips against his, in a much more rushed kiss- laced with desperation. Your hands hold his shoulders while Timothee’s hands choose to wander as they slide delicately down your back to firmly hold your hips. Your lips press together and languidly move against each other as your tongue probes into his mouth, and you’re not sure where this act of bravery is coming from. Timothee groans softly against your mouth as you grind down against his hardening bulge. He places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you back to look at you, “do you want this?” He asks breathlessly, loving the look of your flushed cheeks. You searched his eyes for hesitation but all you saw was unbridled want being held back with every ounce of self control he has. “I want you, all of you.” You breathe and that’s all he needs before his hands hook under your thighs to haul you up with him as he stands. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he presses kisses to your lips and cheeks. “Bed or couch?” Timothee asks, and you feel your whole body buzz with desire. You can barely think with his hands holding you up by your ass, and with his lips pressing against any inch of skin he can reach. You need him right now.

“C-Couch.” You pant, not wanting to wait while he carries you up the stairs and he smirks. Timothee turns for the living room before dropping you down on the couch, his pupils blown wide with lust. “How could you ever think I don’t want you?” Timothee asks, coming down to over over you as you lay on the couch. You stay silent as he presses his lips against to your collarbones through the fabric of your t-shirt. He reaches for the hem of your shirt before carefully pulling it over your head. He groans when he sees your breasts in your bra and his hands come up to squeeze them through your bra. “Fuck baby,” He groans, leaning down to press kisses to the swell of each breast. You moan softly as your head rolls back, enjoying the sensation of his lips on you. Timothee reaches back to unclip your bra, giving you plenty of time to stop him. You don’t. He pulls it off and he growls softly as he looks down at you, a possessive look in his eyes as he watches you. “Mine,” he hisses as he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth. You moan loudly as your hands wind in his hair, you lay back as he lavishes your chest with his lips and tongue. You feel the heat spreading down in between your legs, your entire body feels like it’s on fire.

Timothee slides one hand down to your jeans, “can I take these off baby?” He asks against the soft skin of your breast and you nod frantically. Timothee smiles against you as he slowly undoes your jeans and starts pushing them down your legs. He pulls away to untangle your jeans from your ankles and then he sits back against his heels to just stare at you. You squirm under his gaze, “what?” You ask nervously, feeling insecurity clawing it’s way into your brain. Almost as if he can sense it, Timothee presses a kiss to your lips. “Just can’t understand how I got someone so beautiful laying underneath me.” He breathes against your lips and your heart skips a beat while a wave of desire washes through your body. “A hundred girls would love to be where I am, while I’m pretty sure nobody is jealous of you for getting...me.” You say softly, beginning to feel unsure of yourself again. Timothee growls at your statement, his hands dipping into your panties and his fingers finding your aching clit. “Do you remember when we went to that outdoor mall, and I was angry the whole time?” Timothee asks, taking you by surprise. You try to concentrate on his words as you throw your head back in pleasure when he begins to rub slow circles on your clit. “Uh-huh.” You breathe through a moan. “I was angry because there was this group of guys who couldn’t control their goddamn thoughts. I saw them eye-fucking you, practically undressing you with every glance in your direction. Couldn’t keep their eyes off your perfect breasts, or your tight little ass. It drove me fucking crazy baby, this is my perfect body.” Timothee growls possessively while sliding 2 fingers deep into you.

You moan loudly as your fingers curl around the couch cushions tightly. “I just wanted to press you against the wall and pound into you right there, right in front of them. So they would know who you belong to. You have no idea how sexy you are.” Timothee hisses, his fingers quickly thrusting into you, bringing you closer to cumming. You feel the heat rising as you begin to pant but just before you cum he pulls away from you, “the only place you’ll be cumming is around my cock.” Timothee breathes into your neck and you begin to pull at his clothes, hating that he’s still fully clothed. Timothee leans back and yanks his shirt over his head before desperately fumbling with his belt while you kick your panties off. You drink in his bare chest, feeling the throbbing in your pelvis, it’s unbearable. Timothee finally kicks his jeans and boxers off, his hard on standing tall as your eyes lock on it. You feel your entire body tingle when you see his hard leaking cock, you need it inside you. “Timmy, I need you now.” You groan, reaching to pull him towards you. His frantic lips finds yours for a quick, passionate kiss as he leans you back. “On the pill?” He asks, breathless and you nod immediately. Timothee presses his head against your opening before gently pushing in, groaning at the feel of your tight walls constricting against him as he stretched you open.

Once he slid fully into you, you moaned loving how full you felt. You wrapped your arms around him as he pulled out of you, before gently sliding all the way back in. “Harder Timmy,” You panted and you felt him smirk against the skin of your shoulder as he pressed kisses there. When he pulled out again, only the tip was still inside you except this time he slammed back inside you. You cried out as he began to slam into you, the sound of skin slapping filled the room. Your head was thrown back as your hands clawed at his back, you know you’re going to leave red scratch marks. Timothee pounds into you and you cry out against him as he drives into you, “I’m gonna cum.” You moan as he reaches down to thumb your clit. Timothee’s lips press against your neck before moving to whisper into your ear, “cum on my cock baby.” He breathes and as soon as the words leave his lips- you’re exploding around him. Your entire body shudders and goes stiff as you cum harder than you ever have before and he’s not far behind you as he spills into you. You two sit there, him still inside you, just enjoying the afterglow when the doorbell rings.

You both chuckle, you completely forgot you ordered pizza. You move to stand up, but Timothee places a hand on your shoulder as he pulls out. “If you think I’m gonna let you answer the door with flushed cheeks, messy hair, looking all sexy and freshly fucked then think again,” Timothee says, a protective tone in his voice as he pulls on a pair of jeans before pressing his lips to your forehead. “Gonna give the pizza guy a damn hard on and then I’d have to do something that would probably land me in jail.” Timothee says as he turns to answer the door, causing you to giggle. He grabs his jacket and throws it on before answering the door and as you watch the light of the moon spill in through the front door and onto his face you realize something. You watch his lips curve into a smile and you spot the bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face, the only giveaway that he was just fucking you into oblivion. You sink further into the couch as the revelation occurring in your heart renders you speechless, you’re falling in love with him.

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vannahfanfics · 4 years ago

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I'm always a sucker for Todoroki and Yaoyorozu. You can use the prompt "chocolate" if you like. 😊

I kinda took liberty with the word “chocolate,” but hopefully this is still acceptable! :D It was super cute to write. Thanks for requesting!

In My Arms

The microwave had been beeping for several seconds, indicating that her glasses of milk were thoroughly warmed. Unfortunately, Momo was too busy staring blankly at the device’s black shiny surface to realize. She heaved a heavy sigh for perhaps the twentieth time that day, and in her discolored reflection in the shielded window’s surface, her lashes fluttered in a languid blink. Shoto…

The boy had been on her mind all night, and not in a pleasant way. The image of him falling to his knees, sweat pouring down his face and hands clasped in a prayer of thanks to whatever deity had spared his father’s life, was simply too visceral an image to ignore. After the news program had wrapped up the coverage of Endeavor’s battle with the Nomu, Shoto had retired to his room despite the fact it was early in the afternoon. The time was inching closer to 9 p.m., and the boy had not ventured out of his bedroom, not even when Mina called everyone for dinner. Surely he must be at least a little hungry, Momo pouted worriedly. It was then that she finally realized her milk had finished microwaving, and she opened the appliance. Two glasses of milk for hot chocolate- one for herself and one for Shoto. If he would accept it, that is.

Momo removed the jar of homemade hot cocoa powder from the cabinet then stirred generous spoonfuls into each of the ceramic mugs, followed by a spritz of vanilla extract for a homey, calming flavor. Just inhaling the fresh scent eased her nerves a little- but only a little. Careful not to burn her fingers, Momo carefully gripped the handles of the mugs and walked out of the kitchen to slowly ascend the stairs. Her lips remained drawn into a firm frown, and her anxiety mounted with every step she took.

What if he doesn’t appreciate my gesture of kindness? Oh, I don’t want him to find me insensitive or annoying, she fretted as she rounded the landing. It was a good thing she could operate from muscle memory, for her mind was whirling. What if it’s too hot and it scalds him? At that worrying thought, she compulsively blew on both mugs a few times to cool the surface layer of thick, creamy liquid. Or what if it’s not hot enough? Momo doubted it, from the thin white wisps of steam curling above her fingers, but it wasn’t like her mind was willing to listen to reason. She even debated scurrying back down the steps to pop them in the microwave for another thirty seconds or so; she didn’t, but only because she had arrived at Shoto’s room. She inhaled sharply to steel her nerves before knocking on the door with one of her sock-covered feet.

“Shoto? I brought you some hot chocolate. I thought you might like some,” she called buoyantly. There was no sound for a few seconds, so she wondered if he had fallen asleep. “Shoto?” she repeated, though more softly just in case he actually was slumbering. This time, she distinctly heard the creaking of bedsprings. Oh no! I did wake him up! she panicked. If her hands were not occupied with the two mugs, she probably would’ve started chewing on her nails. She fidgeted, unsure what she should do to amend her rudeness, and Shoto cracked the door open. She fell still as his heterochromatic eyes regarded the steaming mug of hot cocoa uninterestedly. Well, to Momo, he seemed indifferent, but who could tell with his usually aloof demeanor? She gulped loudly before pushing it towards him. “… It’s warm. I just made it.” Her voice was soft, like she was coaxing a stray dog to accept her affections. That’s certainly what it felt like with the way Shoto ever-so-slightly backed away from her extended arm. He did not retreat fully, however. After a few tense seconds, he took the cup from her. An electric jolt traveled up Momo’s arm as his fingertips brushed against hers.

“Thank you.” His eyes flickered up to meet hers, and Momo wanted to start crying then and there with how miserable he appeared. Dark circles ringed his grey-and-blue eyes, and his entire face sagged with weariness. His bi-colored hair was disheveled and sticking up in odd places, like he had been tossing and turning in a fever fit. Shoto must have thought she was waiting for him to try it with how she stood there, studying him in mounting concern, so he brought the mug to his lips and sipped. His gaze never left hers. “It’s good,” he offered cajolingly.

“O-oh,” she stammered, because replying was the right thing to do, her sparking brain recalled. “Thank you. I suppose… I shall be going.” Momo hesitated to finish the statement because she did not want to leave, not with how terrible Shoto looked. Social decorum dictated, however, that she be respectful of his boundaries- no matter how badly she wanted to comfort him.

As she turned on her heel, his other hand darted out to catch her elbow in a light and almost fearful touch. Momo felt that crackling electricity shoot up her limb again, this time coursing into the muscles of her neck and making them spasm. Momo obediently halted, glancing down at the hand delicately gripping her arm and then up at him. He was looking away from her now, frowning frustratedly and blushing with slight embarrassment.

“Momo, I… Please stay with me.”

She could not help but release a startled squeak. Blood rushed to her face, dying it the hue of rose tea. Despite her mortification at the blunt request, Momo had no intention of refusing. Shoto was staring at her so pleadingly, so brokenly, that it was liable to break her heart. His fingers tensed around her elbow in silent begging. Please, his eyes implored, I don’t want to be alone.

“Of course I will.” Her face relaxed into a soft smile, and she reached around to brush his knuckles gently. His hand slipped from her arm only to entreatingly grasp her fingers. His intense gaze remained on her face as he stepped back into his bedroom. His fingers curled around hers, and he tugged on her arm to guide her through the doorway. Momo allowed him to puppeteer her body as he wished. She sucked in a small breath when he leaned in to shut the door. His chest bumped against hers, making her flush. He must have seen the redness blooming over her cheeks because he retreated quickly and muttered, “Sorry.”

He gasped the ceramic mug in both hands and seated himself on the edge of the bed. Momo stood awkwardly in the center of the room for a moment, unsure how exactly to go about comforting the reserved boy. After a few moments of consideration, she eased herself down onto the mattress beside him, with a good nine inches of space for comforting closeness that did not override respectable boundaries. “Shoto,” she frowned as he sipped wordlessly at the chocolate beverage. “Are you all right?”

“I’m just confused; that’s all,” he responded honestly. Momo breathed a small sigh of relief; at least he was forthcoming. She wasn’t sure if she had the willpower to pry his troubles out of him. His two-colored gaze flickered to her before fixating on the creamy brown mixture below. “I’ve always despised my father for the awful things he did to the rest of my family and me. Yet, watching him fight for his life on that screen today… The only thing I kept thinking was ‘Please don’t die.’”

Momo tutted understandingly and reached up to tuck a loose chunk of his white hair behind his ear, because that felt like the right thing to do. Shoto didn’t flinch or reprimand her, and even leaned a little into her caress, making her knuckles bump against his cheekbone. His gaze was bitter and ashamed as he watched small bubbles pop one by one on the hot chocolate’s surface. “I almost feel like I’ve betrayed my brothers, sister, and mother by not wishing him dead.”

“Shoto,” she breathed and pressed a little closer to him and went to rest a hand on his knee. She faltered though, leaving her hand hanging in midair, because she was afraid that she was crossing a line. He looked down at her hand, and then he shifted his leg to seek her comforting touch, making their knees bump. Following the silent cue, she placed her hand on his leg and another on his upper back, rubbing small circles between his shoulder blades. “Even with all the things your father has done, it is not shameful of you to pray for his life. You are a kind and wonderful person who’s aspiring to be a hero. Frankly, I would be more worried if you had wished him dead.”

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, and he peered at her out of his periphery. She smiled kindly and lifted her hand to stroke once over his hair. Her heart fluttered as he rolled his head a little to press against her palm. His eyes were like a blizzard and a storm, pulsing with energy as he regarded her. “There is no right or wrong way to respond to the trauma you’ve suffered,” she explained softly, “and however you respond to it is valid. You can forgive him, or you can’t. You can recognize his attempts to change, or you can’t. You have the right to heal and process how you wish.”

“Thanks, Yaoyorozu.” His voice cracked with the small utterance, and even with how downcast his head was, she could see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he fought back the tears. Momo gently clucked her tongue and eliminated the few inches of space left between them, hugging him into her side and pulled his head onto her shoulder. He willingly sought out her embrace, burying his face into her neck. His hot breath and his cold tears tingled her nerves, but she ignored the peculiar sensation, focusing her energy into soothingly stroking his two-toned hair.

“Of course. I’m here for you anytime, Shoto. There’s no shame in asking for help either, you know.” His entire body was trembling with barely-suppressed sobs, so he only nodded weakly in response. The hot chocolate writhing in the mug as his hand wracked with tremors, so Momo gently took it and set it on the bed behind her alongside her cup before wrapping both her arms around him in a firm hug. His hands pawed into her woolen sweater as he finally broke, releasing a choking sob. “It’s okay,” she shushed him as he groaned in frustrated agony. “I don’t judge you. We all need to cry sometimes.” She closed her eyes and leaned her head against his. “You take as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

Shoto choked out deep, agonized sobs now and then, but he primarily cried silently. The thick collar of her sweater soon dampened with his tears and felt clumpy against her collarbone, but she hardly minded or even noticed. He painted the skin of her neck with salt and water, a portrait of misery and trauma long overdue. He was so touch-starved and desperate for comfort that he slung his leg over hers at one point and almost climbed into her lap, unbalancing her with his superior weight. Momo made the quick decision to set the mugs of hot chocolate on the nightstand and lay down on the bed, allowing him to climb on top of her and bury his face back into her neck. It was a bit awkward and hard to breathe with his muscular bulk, and her face burned with the implications, but Shoto had no ulterior motives in mind. He wanted love and affirmation, and she was the only one there to give it. She would yield that, gladly.

His muffles sniffles gradually quieted into deep breaths. Momo had taken to idly running her fingers over his spine and into his hair and back again. “Do you feel better?” she asked him. He groaned a little under his breath and pushed himself up onto his forearms, blinking at her with bleary, watery red eyes. His gaze then dropped, and a pink haze appeared on his cheeks.

“… Much,” he admitted in a small voice. Momo giggled and cupped his face in her hands, making him blush further.

“Don’t be embarrassed.”

“This is a pretty embarrassing position we’re in. I’m surprised you’re not embarrassed.” Truthfully, Momo had been too busy soothing the boy to pay much attention, but he was right. His thigh was lodged between hers, and his entire weight draped over her left side, chest-to-chest. Her face blazed with a sudden pink fire, and he narrowed his eyes. “I knew it,” he sighed and moved to get up. For reasons she couldn’t process at the moment, her hands snapped to his biceps to dig in and hold him in place.

“N-no! I’m all right! Really!” she squeaked in protest. His eyebrows shot up to the roots of his hair, and he regarded her bewilderedly. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, not settling on any one thing for more than a second, while she pitifully attempted to voice her scattered thoughts. “I-I mean, we’re friends, right? Some platonic cuddling is good bonding! N-not that this was about the cuddling, of course. I just wanted to make you feel better, a-a-and I just don’t know how to comfort someone without, you know, t-t-touching and h-holding…” The more she blathered explanations, the more mortified she felt, and her face took on the hue of an apple. When she finally looked back at him, he was smiling widely in amusement.

“So… you won’t mind if I do this?”

All the breath was knocked out of her lungs in a whistling wheeze as he flopped down on her.

“Shotooooo,” she groaned as her chest muscles tightened under strain, and she could feel his body rumble as he chuckled. He propped his cheek into his hand and grinned mischievously at her, to which she responded with a babyish pout. She gasped when he suddenly stroked her cheek with the backs of his index and middle fingers, ever so softly.

“Thank you, Yaoyorozu. I mean it.”

She smiled warmly at him and tilted her head a little, her black hair falling over his pillow.

“Anytime.” She frowned thoughtfully and then grinned. “You know, considering we’re…” she gestured generically at their current position, “you can call me Momo.” He snorted with laughter and then nodded.

“Of course… Momo.” Something about the way he whispered her name sent pleasurable tingles propagating all through her nerves, lighting her up with invisible fireworks. His eyes searched her face, studying it intently like he wished to memorize every nuance. Momo knew not what to do about it, so she remained still, breathlessly watching his heterochromatic eyes roam over her flushed face. After what seemed like hours, his wandering gaze settled on her lips. Without looking away, he quietly asked, “Momo… Can I…?” He did not finish his sentence, but she knew what he was asking, nevertheless. She responded with a tiny nod, and her breath stalled in her lungs in anticipation.

Balancing himself on his elbows, he descended over her to press their lips together in a sweet, virtuous kiss. Momo tilted her head slightly, allowing his lips to mold over hers; it felt so natural, the way they fell into place, like they were two halves of the same whole. He held the kiss for several heart-pounding moments before pulling back, brushing the tip of his nose along hers as he did so. Momo compulsively swallowed and licked her lips, tasting the very faint hints of hot chocolate he left behind. Shoto smiled affectionately and ran his hands through her fluffy black hair. “I suppose you should get going before the others get curious.”

“I could,” she supposed, “but I’m not sure I want to.” Shoto blushed at that, looking at the two half-drunken mugs of now cold chocolate. He then looked back to her, and she turned her head to display the curve of her neck invitingly. His eyes flashed roguishly before he grinned and buried his face there, his chest swelling as he inhaled her scent. Momo wrapped her arms around his middle and closed her eyes contentedly. She savored the rise and fall of his chest, the puffs of his breath against her skin, and his fingertips trailing down her curves. Momo knew she was well over the line of propriety and decorum, but she didn’t care much.

I’ll hold you in my arms forever, if that’s what it takes for you to heal, she thought as she drifted into the pleasant twilight of half-sleep. Here with me, you will always be safe and loved.

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thecardsimagine · 4 years ago

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"gods don't interactwith humans, don't you know why they stay away and keep distance? Love makes gods mortal" not in the prompt list, but can you do this with Nadia? - ty

That’s an interesting one anon! Inspired me for some Priestess!Nadia, though I needed to make some minor changes to make it fit, hope you don’t mind! :D Thanks for requesting ^-^

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“H-Hello?” you called out, looking around the big hall, full of pillars and floor-length windows, coating it in the light of the afternoon sun. “Hello? Is there anyone to speak to? Please, it’s important!”

You marched on, trying not to get fascinated by all the marvelous architecture and fancy decor. Statues of old priestesses watched over the carpet rolled out to those approaching the temple’s altar, and they made you nervous with their wrinkled faces and stern looks. Vesuvia had never been a humble city, always full of beautiful flower arrangements and pretty streets, but this was on another level of beauty entirely.

It made you feel the weight of only being a regular citizen.

For you to even walk this path, allowed to meet one of the priestesses, was a blessing alone. You couldn’t ask for more, especially when you came with no offerings to make and just because you had a sorrow to deplore onto the faithful ladies of the temple.

“I am here,” you heard someone call out as you passed the last pillar before the throne. Head turning to the side, you were blinded by the sun shining through the stained glass. But through squinted eyes, you were able to see the form of another human being, setting down what seemed to be a watering can before she approached.

It wasn’t until she stood right in front of you, that you could make out her features, staring into the most beautiful pair of eyes you had ever seen. Her hair was incredibly flowy as it slipped over her shoulders, framing her face in graceful waves of it. You were caught speechless as she mustered a tiny smile, reaching around you to tenderly lead you towards the altar. “This way, please.”

From below, it was hard to see the many pillows surrounding the stone table, but they got clearer now that she brought you there. A soft push on your shoulder and you sat down, being handed a cup of tea that she drew from a pot. It was still steaming, and judging by the book on the table next to the cup and pot, she must have had prepared it for herself minutes ago.

“Thank you...” you mumbled, slowly unfreezing from the stunned state of mind you had been in. “I’m Nadia,” she introduced herself as she took place across from you, her movement more graceful than you had ever seen anyone behave. “I’m the head priestess. How can I help you...?”

“Oh!” you finally managed to snap out of the trance, embarrassed that you had been more than quiet after making such a ruckus, causing a lot of trouble for the woman in front of you. “I’m [Name], forgive me for bursting in here so late without notice, Ma’am.”

Waving her hand she threw in a calm, “Nevermind that, what is troubling you?” while also pointing to the tea in your hand. Thankful for the moment of peace it would give you, you took a sip, letting the flowery aroma of roses and vanilla spread through your body, making you sigh deeply as you set the cup down again.

“It’s my aunt... I am very worried. She hasn’t been able to eat or drink for days, always coughing with a hight fever. No doctor has a solution for it. I was hoping to find some, well, divine help?”

She chuckled at the brief hesitation in your voice, well aware that many people would frown upon such an act, as they didn’t see any purpose in it. “Very well,” she agreed, holding out her hands. You stumbled a bit over what to do before you realized she expected for you to hold out your hands in return, setting the cup down on the ground quickly to carefully put your hands in hers.

When she took a deep breath, softly squeezing the hands in hers, you noticed how soft hers were, completely different from the calloused and rough ones you were used to. It calmed you to feel the warmth shared between your palms, and you followed her example, taking a deep breath. It was a while that you two remained in silence, but you didn’t want to break it until she closed her eyes and instructed you.

“Try to form your wish in a way that the gods will be able to pick up on it easily. You don’t have to say it out loud, they’ll be heard no matter what, but you may if you’d prefer that.”

You nodded, gripping her hands back as you closed your eyes too. Perhaps she was just there as an emotional support, or maybe she was the transmitting force between you and the gods she were talking about, but if you had a chance on helping, you wanted to make sure you’d be heard.

“Please let my aunt get better. I don’t want to lose her too... she is all I have left,” you said firmly before biting your lip, feeling awkward about admitting something so personal in front of the priestess. When you caught a glimpse through your eyelashes, you saw her simply nodding, her eyes closed and expression serious. She was mouthing words that you couldn’t make out, but you decided to let her do her thing, returning to a quiet, mediative state while she worked, thinking that was the best you could do.

Only when her thumb brushed over the back of your hand did you come back from it, being greeted by a soft smile and warm gleam in her eyes. “Will it work?” you asked her in a whisper, almost ashamed to even bring up any doubts. “Only time can tell. Everything the gods do has a reason. Whether they can help your aunt or not depends on the greater plan.”

“Sorry...” you mumbled, nodding understandingly. “It’s just so hard to believe in gods when you can’t even see them. All you can do is hope they are there and listening. The signs that they are there are unrecognizable...”

If you had spoken out of your place, she didn’t mind it, shaking her head softly, her hands still holding yours reassuringly. "Gods don't interact with humans, don't you know why they stay away and keep their distance? If they tend too much to all our little needs, their holiness will vanish. Love makes gods mortal, especially the one for us human.”

“I see,” you acknowledged her words, slowly retracting your hands and placing them in your lap. “I just wish we had a way of knowing.”

When you got up, she followed you right away, leading you down the stairs again and even walking you back to the entrance. “That’s why we priestesses are here, to make them known,” Nadia explained and you hummed in thought. Before you could leave, her hand tapped your shoulder, making you face her again. “I am afraid my guidance is all I can offer, but you are always welcome to return. I sincerely hope your aunt will feel better soon, try to believe in your actions, in what you are doing, for her and your sake.”

Nadia waved after you as you walked outside again, the door closing slowly behind you. You were still skeptical about the existence of the gods, but you were lying if you said you didn’t feel a little better, having been able to get your mind off in meditation and by listening to Nadia’s words.

When your aunt finally did recover, you still had a hard time believing in the gods you had prayed to that day, but you bought flowers before going back to the temple, hoping that would thank them for their help. Even more so, you hoped that Nadia, who you met for the first time as she was watering the flowers by the windows, would like them.

There were feelings you wanted to tell someone, though this time, quietly, but maybe Nadia had been right about the reasons behind everything. Without your aunt's sickness, you’d never have approached a temple for help after all, and you would have never met her. And your blessings only grew as you walked inside the temple again, finding her at the altar, smiling at you.

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a-student-out-of-time · 4 years ago

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Let’s kick Mavedick!

You see? There it is. Violence: the universal language.

The only way your beliefs can stand up is by denying the real world: someone wants you gone.

...Look, if you brought me here to kill me-

And make you a martyr? Don’t be ridiculous.

...This...This doesn’t prove anything. You could be lying to me, just trying to gauge my reaction.

Just like I know you’ve been gaslighting Kana.

Oh? You still won’t accept she’s your sister?

That I can accept. What I won’t accept is you saying my Dad cheated on my Mom.

What makes you want to believe in them so strongly? I thought they were hardly ever around for you.

That might be true, but I know them. My parents love each other. They’re good people, and I know they care about me. There’s no way my Dad would ever cheat on her, and there’s no way he’d abandon Kana.

So where did Kana come from then? Hm?

Why do you even care so much about her? You didn’t even know she existed a week ago.

I believe in them because I want to believe in them.

Interesting.

*He sits back in his chair*

Just out of curiosity, what are you intending? I don’t imagine you have it all planned out yet, but are you going to introduce Kana to your parents? Ask how she’s related to you?

You’re putting a lot of faith into something you have no proof of. For all you know, you’d be the one destroying your parents’ marriage by introducing them to Kana. Wouldn’t be the first time you and your friends screwed something up with your “good” intentions.

...

I didn’t brainwash them or hypnotize them, you know. Kanon, Damian, Yuki, Kana, Kizuna, they all came to this island because I offered them the chance. Your actions gave them that little nudge toward it.

And be real, Nanami-san. They were the ones you came for. You don’t really care much for the other people on this island, do you?

That’s...o-of course I do!

Do you know anyone else’s name?

...

It’s funny too, you know? You and Kasugano made that big spiel about how you were going to change all of Japan, but what have you done, really? You’ve saved maybe a handful of people, put a serial killer away and got another one killed.

Or did you quietly dispose of Genocider Syo alongside Otonokoji Kanade?

...

Ah. I see.

But be honest, now. Did you know them in a past life or something? Is that why you got rid of them quietly? Didn’t wanna make it a big deal?

Syo’s not part of this anymore. You don’t need to worry about it.

…So, this person slices up a bunch of guys, crucifies them and writes “Bloodbath fever” in their blood and you’re protecting their identity. But when someone like me or Otonokoji Kanade comes along, we’re irredeemable?

It’s not the same thing!

Jeez, no need to get angry. I’m just asking simple questions.

Maybe it’s just that you want to protect your friends?

…Why are you doing this?

What? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, realistically, the human brain can only handle a certain amount of information at a time.

Truth is, we all care about our own communities and our own groups more than we do the rest of the world. People will talk about what’s good for the world, but they can’t comprehend how big it is or what every single person out there needs or wants. Nor should they, really.

You wanna know what’s been happening out there in the world at large? Just earlier this month, people all over the world started protesting an Islamophobic movie. There were protest, riots, arson and even murders. I think the death toll’s over 50 and almost 700 people were injured.

And back in July, there was that guy in America who shot a movie theater, calling himself “The Joker.” Did you hear about that?

There was a plane crash in Pakistan that killed almost 300, the largest power outage in human history, the last member of a species of Tortoise died, a whole bunch of countries severing diplomatic ties with each other...

Not to mention the ongoing problems in so much of the world, like poverty, disease, war, corruption, oppression, crime and who knows what else. Yet here you all are, trying to be the big heroes for saving these people. These people you know just enough about for them to matter.

I assure you, these people are already safe. The end is coming soon, and this island’s gonna be one of the few safe places on the planet.

With you in charge?

Naturally. Who else?

Unlike most people out there, I actually understand how people operate. What they really need is a guiding voice, a handsome face and a gun to keep them in line. To keep them from killing each other.

Do you really think you’ll be saving anybody? Dragging them off this island when they clearly don’t want you to and throwing them into a furnace that’s about to be lit?

So what about their families?

Well, I’ve made arrangements for them as well. As long as certain conditions are met.

What conditions?

Let’s not worry about that. This isn’t about me, this is about you.

Do you really think you have what it takes to stop the end? You really think you can save anybody?

You’re not gonna trick me! I know what I’m doing is right!

Jeez, I ask simple questions and you flip out on me.

I’m sick of talking to you. I’m sick of hearing about all the pain you’ve caused these people. And I’m sick of this island.

Did you forget? They’re only here because of what you and your friends did.

I mean, did you give any thought to this before you joined up? Was this always about the world or just your friends?

...

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Hajime, there’s no way you can solve this all by yourself, and I can’t let you knowing what I know now, especially not when you have a twisted ankle.

And there’s no way I can just let any of this happen to our friends. Not when there’s something I can do.

So I’m in. I’m gonna help you.

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Did you ever think you were in a position when you could make any kind of choices you wanted?

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Oh, are you flirting with my boyfriend, Nijiue-san?

N-Nanami-san! Umm, I…I- uh…n-no, not at all!

Aww, no need to get so embarrassed. I think it’s cute.

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You all point the finger at me for breaking the law, but what about all the laws you’ve broken? All the other people whose lives you’ve impacted for your own plans?

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Is everything clear on your end?

*In the Mall’s public announcement room, where both doors are held shut with chairs*

*Chiaki pulls her bluetooth away from the mic and puts it back on*

It all went through. I think everyone heard it.

Now I gotta hurry before security shows up!

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Chiaki…everyone…

No. Please just…don’t, okay?

We all made our choices, and if this is what you all think is the best option, then okay, we’ll go through with it. I’m just really tired of talking about at this point.

What’s important is we still have a bunch of criminals running around on the streets that we need to catch. We need to get to that right away, and being angry and petty about this isn’t going to fix anything.

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And even with your “good” intentions, haven’t you seen some terrible things?

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I could’ve had so much, and I was so close this time! All I had to do was wait for Kotoko to hit puberty! Can you imagine what some people will pay for a sexy little bitch like that?! They offered 50,000 yen just for the pictures I sent them!

You sent them pictures of your own daughter…

Why not? I’m her father, I can decide what I want to do with her. She’s my responsibility.

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What about all the horrible things happening in the world? You know they’re up in arms over my announcement, and some of them are calling for your heads. But it goes beyond just that: what about all the horrible things people have said and done to you?

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I-I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, I just-

“Nobody wants you here, rich girl.”

“Aww look, it’s muffintop!”

“Pick up a real game for once.”

“Stop acting like you’re a real gamer, bitch.”

“What, you won’t look me in the eye? You think you’re better than us?”

“All you do is sit there playing that stupid game. You’re useless.”

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...

You see now, don’t you?

There’s nothing worth saving, and you’re hardly the kind of person who could make a difference. Stop this pointless struggle, and just let the world die.

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Happy Bi-visibility Day 🎉 here is a little thing I couldn't get out of my head and somehow finished just in time! If The Old Guard is my comfort movie well Julie and the Phantoms is my comfort show 😆 Enjoy Reggie figuring some things out! This is Julie/Luke/Reggie cause they all have 2 hands 💖

It's sort of the little things that Reggie usually misses but they keep happening more and more that even he notices.

It's when they harmonize and it feels like their all one amazing voice. It's that heated tension when they share a microphone. How proud they are after performing or practicing or practicing something they've just made.

The small things build to big things which becomes a new thing and something he's still trying to figure out which means he has 2 things to figure out.

Eventually he solves the new thing pretty quickly but doing something about it takes longer… or as long as his self-control lasts which isn't exactly stellar.

Finally Reggie can't hold it in anymore and blurts it out to Luke when it's just them practicing riffs.

"I think I like Julie?!"

Luke shrugs and keeps playing.

"I like Julie too."

Reggie just shakes his head frantically and his bass disappears so he can grab Luke with both hands by the shoulder and pulls him close to stare him right in the eye as he says this.

"No like actual feelings man."

It finally dawns on Luke what Reggie is trying to say but still there's no reaction as he keeps playing, shifting to a slower sound before making his guitar disappear.

"Oh well I like Julie too. With actual feelings." He frowns in thought and crosses his arms in defence. "Which both you and Alex teased me about remember?"

Reggie chuckles at that. "Huh ya you both are really obvious but like what do I do? I mean I know she loves us and you a bit more but what should I do? Ignore it? Try something? Find someone else?"

Luke eyes him in thought before grinning, a mischievous look Reggie knows means fun trouble.

"Ok well why don't we just tell her and see what she thinks?"

Reggie goes silent for a moment before a bright smile breaks across his face, one Luke reciprocates.

"Ya maybe if I tell her she'll help me figure this out. God feelings are weird. How do you guys do it? I'm just used to fun easy crushes that are well fun and easy but actual feelings kinda suck."

Luke's smile turns smug and he presses a messy kiss to Reggies cheek. "Cause I'm a genius and always know what to do Reggie. Now come on."

Reggie stares in shock before frowning at him.

"Hey, you gotta stop doing that Luke. I'm still trying to figure out the weird feelings I've got for you man."

Luke just pats him consolingly on the arm still attached to him.

"I know Reggie I know, now come on. Julie should be done studying by now right?" Luke questions and slings an arm around Reggie.

"Ya she should be it's like almost dinner time."

They drop in front of her door and knock because if theres one thing Julie Molina knows it's how to get people to do what she wants. Now occasionally the boys remember their manners.

Then Luke has to go and poke his head through the door.

"Julie Reggie has a question for you."

The odd tone Luke uses makes a feeling of nerves settle back again and Reggie's about to pull Luke back so they can be anywhere else but it's Luke who yanks him through the door instead.

Reggie barely resists the urge to poof away because Julie has those cute butterfly clips in her hair and she's just so pretty. She's also giving Luke an annoyed look which makes him feel better.

"See this is why I like you, you defend me when Lukes being annoying and look cute doing it."

Luke gives Julie a look as he motions his hands to Reggie and sighs.

"What-oh right. Julie I'm possibly in love with you in a more than friends way… what should I do?"

She looks from him then Luke and there's also that same mischievous look in her eyes too. Reggie feels like he's missing something he should already know.

"You're asking me… What you should do?" She questions and Reggie just nods.

"Ya cause we know you and Luke are an almost something and I'm not trying to mess with that but I'm not usually a full on feels kind of guy. So like is there a way for me to… not be? Also help me figure out these feelings I have for Luke too cause Alex just stares at me like I'm missing something but never tells me what." He squirts at Luke in annoyance. "You too. Both of you stop waiting for whatever I'm missing and just tell me! It'll save everyone time."

Julie seeing the signs that Reggie is heading for an actual freak out, takes his hand and brings him to sit next to her on her bed.

"Hey Reggie I promise you after today you'll have all of this mostly figure out alright? Now I'm gonna need you to answer some questions I'm going to ask." She squeezes his hand which instantly calms him. "Just blurt it out without thinking."

"My specialty then! Alright I'm ready. Go!"

Both Luke and Julie laugh at that which makes him feel way too warm and giddy.

"Okay favorite thing about Luke?"

"Eyes."

"Favorite thing about me?"

"Smile."

"What do you feel when you think about me?"

"Happy."

"What do you feel when you think about Luke?"

"Also happy."

"My favorite song?"

"Trick question you said you'd never be able to have one cause all the songs you love are special in their own way."

"Luke's favorite guitar?"

"Also trick question because just like you, each on is special and has its own unique use."

"Do you think how you feel about me is the same you feel about Luke?"

"Probably?"

Reggie finally pauses in thought before gasping.

"Omg I'm also in love with Luke."

He snaps his head to look at Luke who just winks at him. "Luke I'm possibly in love with you too!"

He goes silent again and before throwing a pillow at Luke who let's it pass through him. "Wait you knew and you didn't tell me!"

Luke doesn't even look ashamed at this and proceeds to throw himself onto both Reggie and Julie's lap.

"Dude I tried to see if you were interested even before we died. You just never reciprocated so I let it be."

"What! You know how bad I am at that stuff! WE COULD'VE BEEN TOGETHER SOONER IF YOU JUST TOLD ME. WE COULD OF DOUBLE TEAMED TO SWEEP JULIE OFF HER FEET LIKE SHE DESERVES." He starts slapping Luke in the leg then pauses for the third time during this whole thing.

"Wait you were into me back then?"

A hand flies to his chest. "Aww man that's so embarrassing you had a crush on me even then."

Julie's hand pokes him in the chest.

"So did you Reggie."

"Oh huh right." He takes hold of Julie's hand and starts fiddling with it.

"So does this mean you love me too?"

The fond look she gives him makes Reggie blush.

"What do you think Reginald?"

"That I'm in some weird fever dream."

"Well if hearing it will make things seem more real then yes Reggie, of course I love you too."

Reggie face breaks out into a blinding smile because he's so happy.

"Dude did you hear that? Julie loves me!"

Julie and Luke laugh again because they do love their ridiculous boy.

"Well I also love you too." Luke adds and pats his cheek, leaving it there for a second longer than usual before dropping it.

"Why do I feel like both crying and proofing to the roof to yell?"

Reggie feels like he's too full of emotions he might actually explode.

Julie tugs his hand and pulls him closer.

"Come on group hug."

They all laugh in joy as they crash together and hold each other tight.

"Wait what do you guys like about me?" He asks as they all fully settle on Julie's bed fully comfortable.

He has his head in Julie's lap and his feet on Luke's. Luke has a hand gripping his ankle and his head on Julie's shoulder.

"You always make me laugh. Luke always makes me smile." Julie answers and they both look to Luke.

"Kinda the same for me too. You both just make me happy."

Humming in happy contentment as Julie runs her hand through his hair and Luke taps his fingers on his ankle, Reggie just asks one more question.

"How'd you guys figure out you liked me?"

He opens one eye to see both of them starting to blush and he has an inkling of what it could be.

"Oh my god you guys wrote a song about me didn't you!"

Julie tugs his hair but gently at the comment.

"Got it in one Reggie. Not gonna lie though it was a bit frustrating cause it was after I accepted I felt something for Luke."

"She was so mad when I realized what the song was about before her. Mainly because I had the first part done and she finished it."

Reggie chuckles at that.

"Well duh we've known each other longer but Julie was able to finish it right, like it needed her."

"Reggie man that was insanely poetic.

"I can be from time to time."

Julie rolls her eyes at that.

"Very rare times."

They all bask in the quiet for a few more seconds before Reggie rolls over and looks at them.

"Wait how are we going to tell Alex?" The raised brows from both Julie and Luke answers that for him. "Oh he knows doesn't he? That's why he just stares at me like I should already know!"

Luke sighs loudly and drops down to take the spot Reggie left.

"Yup he definitely fits the disaster Bi thing you were showing me Jules."

Reggie looks at them confused at what that means.

"What the heck does that mean?"

"Well you know Alex is Gay cause he likes only boys? Bi or bisexual is when you like both genders or more. That's at least how I describe it and feel. Luke thought he was too but then he found out about being Pansexual and said that felt more like him."

Reggie stares at them in awe.

"There's a word for it." He whispers and tries to go launch himself off the bed and open Julie's laptop on her desk but two hands latch onto him to keep him stationed on the bed.

"Nope. Enjoy the cuddling."

"Reggie we were having a moment!"

He struggles weakly before relaxing back into their arms.

"You can't just say there's a word for something I couldn't name most of my life and expect me to chill right now!" He argues but stays where he is.

They both pat his chest to comfort him.

"You can research all you want tomorrow while I'm school. I'm sure my dad can answer some questions too since he was the one who helped me figure out I was bi."

Some unknown tension lifts from Reggies chest but it's not the two hands resting there.

"Your dad is so cool."

"Cause he has such a cool daughter."

No one disagrees.

After that it's as if they've been doing this since the start. Sometimes they're all together or with at least one other person, never alone unless they need it.

For now it's enough.

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