#and her voice is amazing but it's a bit too grown up for a girl who's 18

[midnightmah07]

Me realizing i haven't watched a lot of animes with a female character who has a more masculine voice so now I'm having to scatter my brain to remember someone to give voice to Ying

[lxkeee]

MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x angel! fem! reader

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

genre: semi-angst

notes: will probably make more parts to this if anyone wants me to

PART TWO | PART THREE

Lucifer paced back and forth in his chambers, avoiding the piles of rubber ducks as he anxiously bit his nails. He had just opened the portal for his daughter to enter heaven for a meeting. He never felt this much fear in his whole life, he's worried for her daughter—he fears the higher beings would crush her the same way they had crushed him.

“I am sure she'll be fine...” he mutters, his eyes landing on the picture frame of him and charlie that's on his table—beside his newly created fire breathing rubber duck. It's not fine, Charlie is his pride and joy. He wants to preserve her smile and shelter her but she's a grown woman now and he regrets missing out on her life as he was busy wallowing in self pity.

Lucifer's shoulders hung low as he let out a long and tired sigh, his legs brought him to the balcony of his chambers, grabbing his newly made fire breathing rubber duck in the process, pushing the doors open and leaning against the railings, placing the duck on the railings. “Now that I've thought about it, I made so many regrets in life.” he mutters sadly, his eyes gazing at the smoke filled skies of hell. He couldn't see any stars or moon. He remembers when he was still up there, always gazing up in the sky with, “[y/n]....” says sadly. She was the only angel who believed in him, who agrees with him. They were best friends, he used to fly around the skies with her. She was one of the first few angels God created, he is one of those angels of course. His the one that got away.

“....and with that, I think humans should have free will, they shouldn't be stuck following so many rules.” Lucifer mutters, avoiding the gaze of his best friend, “I know, you probably think it's idiotic to think like tha—” his voice was cut off as the girl beside him placed a shushing finger over his lips. His wings fluttered from the contact of her skin against his lips, cheeks heating up slightly. “Don't think like that, your dreams for mankind are amazing and I agree, too many rules aren't fun.” [y/n] giggles softly as she removes her finger away from his lips.

At that moment, Lucifer was able to gaze at her smiling face. Her three pairs of wings flutter behind her—so warm whenever she hugs him, her hair perfectly framing her face—so soft to touch, the golden halo on top of her head—like a crown, her beautiful smiling face—especially her lips, he wonders what it feels like against his own. Oh god, he's falling for her isn't he?

Lucifer shakes his head, he shouldn't be thinking inappropriate thoughts about her. He just composed himself and pretended his golden heart isn't pounding so hard against his ribcage.

Lucifer laughs softly, gazing at the city of hell. “I wonder what would've happened if I didn't back out of my confession that day, she looked excited too..” he wonders.

“[y/n], can I please talk to you... Alone.” Lucifer nervously says as he looked at the female angel before him, he had to take a deep breath in hopes of his beating heart to calm down for a second or else he'll end up with a heart attack. “Oh? You needed me for something?” she asked him gently with a smile, he would've responded “I needed you in my life” if he had the confidence, “I just needed to talk to you, that's all.” He answered meekly and [y/n] was worried because he seemed nervous, she nodded and followed him to an area where there were no other angels.

“Is there something wrong?” [y/n] asked him softly, holding his hands. Her hands were soft against his own. He avoided her gaze and he could hear his heart thumping loudly in his chest. This is it. “I just wanted to tell you that...” he pauses, voice shaking. [Y/n] looked at him expectantly, “that I like you...” he continued and her eyes widened, her cheeks heating up slightly, her heart beating loudly too unknowingly to Lucifer but the poor man misunderstood her reaction and quickly panicked, “to be safe out there when you do your roundly checks on the Garden of eden.” he finishes quickly and nervously.

“I couldn't forget her reaction, she looked so disappointed.” Lucifer mutters with a sad chuckle as he remembers how her face fell in slight disappointment. He didn't know why back then and it took him years to realize that she wanted him to confess. “I am such an idiot, right?” he says and looks at the rubber duck beside him. No response.

Even though he regrets not confessing as he planned that day, even though a part of him wished the outcome was different. He would've been happy with [y/n] but part of him is thankful he didn't, because if he did, Charlotte wouldn't be here.

Speaking of Charlotte, he is now back to worrying for her. “I spent my time thinking about my past love when my daughter is up there talking to them!” he exclaimed, running his fingers through his blond hair. He hopes someone is kind enough to help his daughter up there.

Unknown to him, a certain angel he was just recalling is currently talking to his daughter up in the skies and showing her around.

[misslovasstuff]

Writing prompt: Them taking about their lover

op men x fem!reader

with: Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Buggy.

author’s note: oh to be described by hot pirates that would die for me hehe. Enjoy ~

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Sanji:

“Ah, - he rests his elbows on the table, pupils dilated and somehow taken the form of an heart as his face rests on his palms. - she…”

The moment you are mentioned in the conversation, Sanji completely melts. His mind now travels distant lands where he imagines you and his surroundings become dust.

“She completely devastates me. - he closes his eyes and starts describing you. - Eyes that lure me in even with the shortest of glance, a smile that determines my fate, the touch of those hands that are grown among prickles of roses and yet have remained so soft that when caressing my skin so gently, I feel like I am healed from everything that has hurt me. Ah, for my love I could talk for hours. She… she is someone I thought I could ever meet. A miracle.”

Zoro

He puts his sake down for a moment, eyes lowered as he looks down whilst thinking. Suddenly he chuckles and shakes his head.

“That woman will be the death of me. - Zoro says, leaning against the chair with a sigh and a smile. - She’s an open book, easy to understand, at least for me. The way she smiles and lightens up every time she sees me… it warms my heart. I hear my name falling out her lips and my whole body just shivers from the sound of her voice. Sometimes while I’m training she’ll walk by to visit me. Those are the times I cherish a lot since we don’t get to be alone together for a long time. Small pecks she gives me during the day, notes that she sticks to my swords, lipstick marks on my clothes…- his pushes his head back, staring at the ceiling as he covers his bashful face. - What a woman she is… I can never get enough of her.”

Luffy

“Ah, she’s amazing! - his eyes shine brightly at the mention of your name. - we have known each other for a while now.”

Luffy smiles, voice deepening as his cheeks turn slightly pink.

“We met as she tried to save my life. That type of courage, I’ve seen only in a few people. - he begins explaining. - Anyone that looks at her can feel how genuine she is: her kindness… she has helped so many people and yet fails to see how she has helped me the most by opening my heart to so many new experiences. I don’t know what it is, perhaps I’m always too full when I look at her and my stomach feels heavy, my eyes get fixated on her as she watches over the horizon, the one I used to observe but now I completely ignore it, as if I’ve found something more beautiful to look forward to.”

Buggy

“Uh?? Why would you ask me about her?”- with his voice high pitched eyebrow raised, Buggy is taken a bit aback but soon calms down his protective instinct. - Well, there’s no reason for you to know but I’ll say it anyways because I’m so proud of my girl.”

He smirks, crossing his legs as he sits comfortably whilst beginning his description:

“A total babe, tall and curvy, so beautiful that my hands shake upon first touching her. - his eyes soften a bit, so does his voice. - Her laugh is the most precious thing ever in my world. She chuckles at my jokes and makes me laugh too. Not only is she fun, but my sweetheart is my biggest support. There is no one who believes in me like her. And… if I can become the man that she hopes I can be, then I could make her the happiest, like she makes me. A man like me saw her and truly believed that I had found the treasure that was meant for me and I’m willing to guard her with my life.”

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚂

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴

description: ona was finally where she had dreamed, she was back at barcelona with her best friend and loving every moment. only problem? she's dating her captain's younger sister, you.

And now, Alexia knows...

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ona batlle x putellas!reader

part one here

part two here

part three of the 'hidden' universe - ona's version

mapi leon x bronze!reader here

disclaimer: this is all fiction do not take any of this seriously !

warnings: swear words - smut - no under 18's - reader giving! reader fingering (like slightly) reader eating Ona out, cunnilingus, fluff, and a shorter ending :) Oh also google translating to Spanish so apologies in advance xx

SMUT AT BEGINNING

MINORS DNI

18+

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y/n squeaked as two hands squeezed at her waist, her mind having been completely focussed on making the pancakes she was baking perfect.

"Bon dia, carinyo." Ona hummed softly.

Good morning baby.

y/n smiled as the girl pressed multiple kisses against her cheek, the sweetness making the actress laugh as she shook the girl off slightly so she could focus on not burning the pancakes.

"Fa olor meravellosa." Ona whispered and y/n chuckled.

Smells amazing beautiful

"Blueberry and banana pancakes. Just how you like." y/n promises, and a wide smile breaks out on Ona's face.

Ona takes the plate off y/n, a soft kiss being pressed on y/n's cheek in thanks as Ona moves to the fridge, instantly grabbing some smoothies which were in there and setting them out on the table.

Ona watched as y/n hummed to herself as she tidied the dirty pan into the dishwasher, a soft smile on her face as she grabbed her own plate and the whipped cream which she had bought.

"Tú y esa crema batida." Ona says with a chuckle.

You and that whipped cream.

y/n giggled at Ona sticking her tongue out at her, her eyes sparkling as she watched the footballer with nothing but pure admiration as they shared a soft smile.

"¡Me gusta!" y/n defends herself.

I like it!

y/n then squirts a large swirl of the cream on her pancakes, before squirting another small bit toward Ona who shrieks and curses out at y/n who laughs.

"¿Qué haré contigo mi niña descarada?" Ona asks lowly, her voice suddenly shifting to a more gravelly pitch.

What will I do with you my cheeky girl?

y/n can't help the way her stomach swirls with the way Ona's voice had dropped and her flirty smile had grown.

"Todo lo que quieras, mi amor." y/n says, her voice silky and low - combatting Ona's flirt.

Anything you want, my love.

y/n smiles when Ona gulps, trying to contain her emotion as she took a bite of her pancakes, shaking her fork at y/n as the girl chuckled.

"Te amo." Ona says softly.

I love you.

y/n grinned leaning over and pressing a kiss against Ona's lips making the girl hum lovingly.

"Yo también te amo, Oni." y/n promises and the two share a smile.

I love you too, Oni.

The two finished in silence, Ona taking the plates to the sink to wash them, where y/n stood wrapped around her from behind.

"¿Cómo te sientes al contarles?" y/n asks her as Ona turns in her arms to face her.

How are you feeling about telling them?

"Orgulloso. Esa mi niña, es la más guapa." Ona says, pressing a soft kiss to y/n's cheek.

Proud. That my girl, is the most gorgeous one.

"Flirt." y/n chuckles, knowing she was feeling the same as she mentally tracked Ona's freckled nose in her head. Trying to commit the patterned spots to memory.

Ona leans forward, connecting their lips softly so y/n can take the lead, sucking the footballer's tongue into her mouth and pushing her up and onto the counter top.

y/n made quick work of sliding her underwear off and away, throwing it somewhere behind her, which she planned to worry about another time.

The two's mouths continued to dance together while y/n did this, tongues intertwining, Ona's hands nestled tightly in y/n's hair, her grip tensing further when y/n's hand drifted up her tanned thighs.

y/n watched, a glint in her eye as Ona's head tipped back, her chest stuttering at y/n's pawing hers which squeezed the inside of her thighs, growing higher, before sliding back down to her knees.

y/n's lips ran a path down Ona's neck, wanting to so desperately to nip at the skin there, but knowing that her sister would find that too far.

So y/n settled for licking a stripe back up Ona's neck, making her gasp before sinking her teeth into the top of Ona's ear, the woman moaning at the action.

"Qué ruidos tan bonitos. Que chica tan bonita. Todo mío." y/n said into Ona's ear, the brunette nodding along.

Such pretty noises. Such a pretty girl. All mine.

y/n's hands squeezed at the top of her thighs, the grip almost bruising as her thumbs ran down the soft skin. y/n's hands stroked, her finger tips stroking just across Ona's cunt.

"Por favor. Bebé por favor." Ona begged softly, the words falling from her lips in a breathless whisper.

Please. Baby Please.

y/n's hand found her chest, pushing the girl back to lay out on the counter and pulling her legs to the edge. y/n bent at her waits, reaching out behind to pull a stool for her to sit down on.

Her lips ghosted up Ona's thighs, relishing in the small gasps which came from her as she approached what was in such desperate need for attention.

y/n gave in, her tongue licking a stripe inbetween Ona's lips which made the girl cry out in shock and buck her hips. The wetness which sat there smeared across y/n's chin as she dove in for more.

y/n's tongue flicked at Ona's clit, the girl ignoring the way her chin dripped in the woman as she did so, the only thing on her mind were the pretty noises falling from Ona's lips.

The begs, pleads, moans which echoed the room as y/n sucked the clit into her mouth, letting it go with a satisfying pop.

y/n moved her tongue down, dipping slightly into Ona's hole, which caused the woman to let out a soft moan, before y/n brought her finger up, and slowly inserted it.

y/n's tongue moved back up to Ona's clit, knowing how much the woman enjoyed the stimulation when y/n used her tongue, and she just curled her finger ever so slightly back and forth.

"Yes, yes." Ona called in relief, the knot in her stomach getting tighter as her abs pushed through the light white t-shirt she wore.

y/n sped her tongue up, ignoring the slight ache she was feeling in the back of her jaw as she chased what she so desperately wanted, Ona's orgasm.

The footballer's thighs tightened around her head, and y/n pushed her finger in deeper, sucking Ona's clit into her mouth harshly as the woman came with a shout of relief.

She always tasted slightly sweet Ona, y/n had always assumed due to her diet, and her cum was a pure additive to y/n who stayed there, cleaning what she could with her tongue from her finger and Ona's cunt.

"Por favor no, demasiado sensible." Ona begged, y/n giving in and pulling away.

Please no, too sensitive.

Ona calmed, sitting up and letting out a breath as she slid down and wrapped herself around y/n, pressing a kiss to her head in thanks.

"Nosotras vamos a tener que limpiar el mostrador." y/n says softly.

we're so going to have to clean the counter.

Ona laughed at that, looking down at y/n from her lap, before leaning down and connecting their lips again.

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y/n hummed along to the radio which played as she pulled up to the Spanish team's training, her car rolling to a stop as she switched it off, the silence now pounding in her ears as she slid out of the car.

It was once again a beautiful day in Spain, y/n once again wearing a sundress, with cycling shorts underneath, because she had a habit of falling over.

y/n slowly strolled into the training ground, the staff letting her in without a fight as she flashed her lanyard.

y/n ran her hand along the wall, chuckling when the booming voice of her sister echoed from the pitch, the sound of Alexia calling a drinks break makes y/n jog out of the tunnel and into the pitch.

"Y/N!" A scream shouts and suddenly Aitana Bonmati is wrapping herself around y/n who chuckles and hugs the woman.

"Tani!" y/n cheers.

"Estoy tan emocionada de verte!" Aitana says, y/n grinning.

I am so excited to see you!

"Los he extrañado mucho a todos." y/n smiles.

I've missed you all so much.

"Ayyy, Bebe Putellas." Jenni grins as the Spanish team all begin to greet the girl and hug her.

"We've missed you!" Aitana says and y/n chuckles.

"Missed you all, but I'll be screaming in the crowds when you all play this Nations League." y/n grins and they all cheer.

There is a five minute call from the coaching staff makes Alexia sigh and kiss her little sister's cheek.

"Will you stay?" Alexia asks and y/n nods making the girls cheer as they all hug her.

"Te amo." Ona says, leaning forward and pecking y/n on the lips.

I love you

"Te amo." y/n says to her. Jenni letting out a shriek of pure shock.

"¿Qué? ¿Qué? ¿Tú? ¿Qué?" Jenni asks, pointing at the two as the rest of the team watched them confused.

What? What? You? What?

"¿La amo?

I love her?

The entire team looked between the Ona and y/n, and then Ona and y/n and then finally, Alexia and y/n, Alexia and Ona. Their captain sighed.

"Sí, sabía que ella la amaba." Alexia promises.

Yes, I knew she loved her.

"Ahhhhh! Tan linda!" Aitana says as the group are called back.

So cute!

y/n giggles, relieved that everyone was finding her and Ona sweet and weren't worried about them causing any issues, Ona wrapped her arm around y/n waist and grinned.

y/n chuckled as she wrapped an arm around Ona's shoulders and pressed a kiss to her hair and the group coo'd once more, y/n rolled her eyes, shooing them back to training.

"She is a Putellas." Jenni jokes and y/n rolls her eyes as she shoves the woman away, pressing a last kiss to Ona's cheek, before going to sit down on the side lines.

Now all that was left was to tell the world. And y/n knew just how to do that.

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y/n just posted on her story x3

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y/n was a little nervous as she sat in the stands, her coat was still on her and she could hear the calls of her name by excited fans and the sound of constant camera snaps of her and Mapi sat together.

y/n sighed, her leg shaking as Mapi talked, trying to calm the girl down about outing hers and Ona's relationship. y/n was suddenly very nervous about people's reaction.

"¿Qué pasa si ellas piensan que no soy lo suficientemente bueno para ella?" y/n asks Mapi worriedly, the woman looking at her friend confused as she hugged her.

What happens if they think I am not good enough for her?

"¡Eres lo suficientemente bueno! ¡Deja de pensar demasiado niña!" Mapi promises y/n.

You are good enough! Stop overthinking girl!

y/n smiles at Mapi, nodding her head as the teams begin to walk out, Mapi and y/n stand up cheering and clapping for them and y/n drops her hoodie off her, the camera flashes instantly speeding up.

It was almost like a simultaneous gasp in the stadium as everyone suddenly stopped paying attention to the players. Everyone's eyes were glued to the screen filming y/n in a Batlle shirt.

Swedish and Spanish fans alike snapped photos and cheered excitedly as Ona grinned widely, her cheeks pink from all the phones directed at her.

Eventually things calm and the game begins, the harsh reality of football making y/n relieved she didn't follow her sister's footsteps as she watches Ona fall to the floor again.

y/n lets out an excited scream at the goal scored, her and Mapi jumping up and down excitedly as people once again film the woman cheering.

Finally half time rolls around and y/n can't help but sigh in relief at the fact there was a respite for the players who were now 1-1.

y/n and Mapi grabbed some drinks, and took some photos with fans before sitting back down and talking away the half time rest. Unaware of social media storming.

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twitter/X:

username1: Y/N ???????? ONA?????? AGHHHHHHHHHHH

username2: DID NOT EXPECT BABY PUTELLAS TO BE WEARING AN ONA SHIRT!!

username3: Dios mío, no puedo, pero ¿su hermana es la capitana?

Oh my god, I cannot! But her sister is the captain??

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username4: ¡Lo sé! Me pregunto cómo reaccionó Alexia.

I know! I wonder how Alexia reacted?!

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username5: ¡Con lo cercanas que son Alexia y y/n, estoy seguro de que ella reaccionó bien!

With how close Alexia and y/n are I am sure she reacted well!

username6: y/n batlle! y/n batlle! Cute!!

username7: ¿Cómo ninguna de nosotras adivinó?

How did none of us guess?

^

username8: Todas somos idiotas

We are all idiots :)

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y/n bit at her fingernail worriedly as she watched Mariona race forward, the ball bulging at the back of the net just as the clock hit 90 minutes + 6.

y/n jumped up excitedly, her and Mapi screaming in excitement as the crowd erupted in shock and excitement, screams of victory echoing as the Swedish team slumped in upset and y/n felt bad for them.

Mapi and y/n ran down to the barrier of the friends and family section, Alexia moving to her sister and standing on the railing so the two could share a tight hug.

Ona pulls herself up next to Alexia, y/n and her sharing a smile as y/n pulls away from her sister, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she does so.

y/n then looks at Ona and grins, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her lips which sends the crowd crazier as Ona grins into the kiss.

The two pull away, noses brushing each other as they share several giggles at the cheers and y/n can't help but sigh in relief as she pulls away grinning at the cheers which echoed.

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y/n Instantáneas de casi un año de amor 🩷

Snapshots of almost a year of love

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ona.batlle Un año de felicidad contigo 🩷

A year of happiness with you

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END - hope you enjoyed xxx

[wosowffc]

CAN SOMEONE HELP

Tw seizure

You and Leah had been living together over the last few weeks as you have just recently moved to Arsenal from munic so knowing Georgia reckoned it was a good idea a you can't live alone.

Leah has been amazing company and you had grown very close in such a small time. The girls had immediately starting taking notice of this and soon enough you and leha had too. She asked you out on a date to a roof top picnic at night and it was perfect we walked home with pizza and watch a movie.

Today we had one of our freinds wedding whos very close to the team so as a result we are all invited. It's in this historical magical looking castle grounds where streamers and strung and music is thriving after about 4 hours of speaches, the best part of weddings (not) we finally were on the dance floor all half cut. I'm not ment to drink as I take tablets but after backlash of me and leahs relationship and theories from fans as we still haven't even made it public I needed this drink well drinks (I'm quite far in)

"Ynnnn, Heyy gurllll" an equally drunk Katie McCabe comes up to me ushering me to dance with her which my drunken self happy accepted as me and the girl danced I started to feel a bit...off?

I recongnised the felling even though my drunken self drunk phased head I now this feeling. I ripped myself awy from the group to see Leah just at the side with alessia as they grabbed some wine.

"Leah" I said desperate as u grabbed her arms not even caring how I shoved between alessia as they were talking about some random stuff.

"Leah I need....leave we...not here" you words started to slur as you got weaker"Leah I should have said before, I'm sorry please." "Leah please don't be mad" you say as you fall into leahs chest her arms wrapping around you.

Leahs pov

Yn stumble toward me she was drunk yes, but this isn't her drunk stumble she takes a hold of me between alessia I wrap my arms round her back her words are slurring. I don't think this is alcohol. I know she doesn't slur when drunk I know that after the first team get together her and Katie ahd a drink off but that's for a diffrent time cause with in seconds she was dead weight against my chest as I held her.

"SHIT, less help , can someone help me" I had carried her and ran to a room to the side alessia following on the phone to paramedics as soon as I laid her down she started shaking. Violently. Her jaw clenched, arms straight by her side and all over convulsing. Alessia was saying stuff I didn't know what I was sat on my knees next to her as she was making noises and I stroked her hair back.

"Leah move please I know what to do " less ushered her away handing her the phone as the paramedics spoke to her through the phone. She put yn on her side wiping some spit away from her mouth and cheek. She lied her head so she could breathe a bit better clearing up some of the noises.

Yn pov

There were voices, they were telling me stuff saying everything's ok. I open my eyes I'm on my side on the floor everything hurts. I've had a siezure. I blink I blurring my vision to see Leah at my head she's talking calmly

"It's ok we're going to lay there for a bit ok?" She said more of a stamens but made it sound like a question. Tears trickle down my cheek to me ear and she turns more concerned.

"I'm sorry, please I'm- I should have told you le- I'm sorry" I apologise holdin her hand

"Yn it's ok we found the medical band on your ankle it's ok, I'm here when ever you need you can teach me what to do and when ever you need I'll be there"

You sit into her lap for a while in silence as tiredness takes over. Leah carries you to bed in the hotel and settles in next to you.

She rubs your back as you softly breathe next to her. She wish you would have told her, she didn't want you to feel like you couldn't. But she's here now and she knows so she will learn and she will help you when ever

[moonselune]

Let's see... how about a gentle giant tav with the girls, in game we never really have anyone comment on the height difference. When I romanced lae'zel on my honor mode run it just occurred that lae'zel is tiny compared to the muscular body types so I'd love to read some lovely gentle giant tav doing things tall people do to there partners irl. e.g: carrying them, teasingly commenting on how short and cute they are (yes even karlach) just like wholesome/nsfw scenarios yk? This is quite a lengthy ask so my apologies in advance 😅🥺

So so so so so cute, didn't end up doing NSFW as I got too caught up in the fluff lmao, but Shadowheart's is a bit suggestive ;)

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Karlach:

Your lover Karlach's tall, muscular frame often gave her an air of unapproachable strength. Yet, in your larger embrace, she became someone different—someone vulnerable, and even a bit playful. One evening, as the two of you were lounging by the campfire, she suddenly leaped onto your back, wrapping her legs around your waist and her arms around your shoulders.

"Carry me, mighty warrior!" she teased, her warm breath tickling your ear. You chuckled, standing up with ease despite her solid build.

"As you wish, my fiery tempest," you replied, adjusting her weight so she was more comfortable.

Karlach's laughter was infectious as you began walking around the campsite. "This is amazing," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "I rarely get to be carried like this. You're so strong."

You could feel her happiness radiating off her like heat from her infernal engine, and it filled you with joy. "Well, you deserve it," you said, your voice tender. "You deserve to feel cared for."

As you continued to carry her, Karlach leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "You know," she said, her voice soft, "I love being up here. I can whisper sweet things to you, kiss you whenever I want."

You turned your head slightly, meeting her eyes with a smile. "Then whisper and kiss away, my love."

She giggled, planting a series of soft kisses along your jawline. "I love you," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine affection.

Holding her close, you continued to walk, savoring the intimacy of the moment. For Karlach, who was so often the protector, being carried and cared for by you was a rare and cherished experience. And for you, having her so close, feeling her warmth and hearing her whispered words of love, was a privilege beyond compare.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

Minthara enjoyed every moment of having you by her side. Your towering height and broad shoulders added an extra layer of intimidation to her already fearsome reputation. She would often position you just behind her during her numerous confrontations, taking immense pleasure in the way people cowered and recoiled at the sight of you.

"Stand right here," she would say, pointing to a spot that would maximize your imposing stature. You would comply, your silent strength a perfect complement to her authority - she thought. It amused you, and it delighted you seeing her so happy.

One evening, during a heated negotiation with a group of reluctant villagers, Minthara stood tall and fierce, her words sharp and unyielding. The villagers' eyes kept darting to you, their fear palpable. Minthara noticed this and smirked, relishing the power you both exuded.

"And if you think of crossing me," she warned, gesturing to you with a flick of her wrist, "my love here will ensure you regret it."

After the villagers had hastily agreed to her demands and scurried away, Minthara turned to you with a satisfied grin. "See how they tremble?" she purred, stepping closer to you. "It's delightful."

You nodded, your expression neutral. You had grown accustomed to her delight in intimidation, and while you supported her, there were times when her bossiness tested your patience.

One day, Minthara took her bossiness a step too far. She had been issuing orders for hours, her tone growing more and more demanding. Finally, in a fit of irritation, she snapped at you, her eyes flashing with annoyance.

"Do you not understand what I want?" she hissed. "Must I spell everything out for you?"

You took a deep breath, your patience wearing thin. Without a word, you bent down, scooping her up in your powerful arms. Minthara's eyes widened in surprise as you carried her effortlessly towards a large, sturdy tree.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice a mix of curiosity and indignation as she clawed at you back.

You didn't answer. Instead, you found a low-hanging branch and, with a quick heave, deposited her onto it, high above the ground. Minthara clung to the branch, glaring down at you and practically hissing as you stepped back, crossing your arms.

"You need a time out," you said simply, your tone firm but not unkind.

Minthara looked down, her expression a mix of surprise and frustration. She was feline in her movements, agile and graceful, but even she couldn't easily descend from such a height without risking injury.

"You can't leave me up here," she called, a hint of a growl in her voice.

You smirked, leaning against the trunk of the tree. "I'll let you down when you've cooled off."

For a few moments, Minthara glowered at you, clearly debating whether to argue further. But as the minutes passed, her anger seemed to dissipate, replaced by a reluctant amusement.

"You are infuriating," she finally muttered, though there was no real venom in her voice.

"And you are bossy," you replied, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

Eventually, you reached up, your strong arms lifting her effortlessly back to the ground. She landed lightly, her expression softening as she looked up at you.

"Perhaps I was…a bit much," she conceded, her tone almost playful.

"Just a bit," you agreed, your smile widening. Minthara stepped closer, her hands resting on your broad chest. Practically batting her eyelashes at you.

"But you still adore me," she said, her voice low and confident. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close.

"Of course," you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel:

In the heat of battle, you and Lae'zel moved as one, a formidable duo whose coordination and trust in each other were unmatched. Lae'zel, despite her fierce independence, had come to enjoy a particular aspect of your strength and height. During one particularly intense skirmish, Lae'zel called out to you, her eyes blazing with exhilaration.

"Throw me!" she commanded, her voice filled with adrenaline.

You didn't hesitate. Grabbing her firmly by the waist, you lifted her effortlessly and hurled her towards the enemy ranks. She landed with perfect grace, her blades already slashing through the air. The enemies fell before her, unable to withstand her ferocity.

After the battle, as the adrenaline began to fade, you found Lae'zel leaning against a tree, her chest heaving with exertion and excitement. She looked up as you approached, a rare smile tugging at her lips.

"That was incredible," she said, her voice breathless. "The way you threw me… I've never felt so powerful."

You smiled, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," you replied, your voice filled with affection. "I love seeing you like this—so alive."

Lae'zel's eyes softened, a look of genuine affection crossing her face. "You are strong, and you understand me," she said quietly. "In battle, you and I are unstoppable."

Later, as the two of you rested together in the quiet of the night, Lae'zel moved closer to you, her hand resting on your broad chest. "I want you to know," she began, her voice soft, "that I cherish these moments with you. Not just in battle, but here, now."

You wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "And I cherish you, Lae'zel," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "In every moment, on and off the battlefield."

She looked up at you, her eyes shining with an emotion she rarely showed. "Then let us make the most of every moment,"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

The battle had been fierce, with arrows and spells flying in all directions. As the dust began to settle, you scanned the battlefield, your eyes locking onto Shadowheart. She was surrounded by fallen enemies but looked unharmed. Still, your heart pounded with worry.

Without a second thought, you strode over, scooping her up effortlessly and slinging her over your shoulder. "We've got to get you to safety," you said, your voice tinged with urgency.

Shadowheart made a small sound of protest but didn't resist. You carried her to a quieter, more secure area, finally setting her down gently on her feet.

"Are you okay?" you asked, concern etched on your face as you examined her for any injuries.

Shadowheart's cheeks were flushed, her breathing a bit ragged. She looked up at you, eyes wide and pupils dilated. "I'm… fine," she stammered, her voice unsteady.

You frowned, touching her forehead lightly. "Are you sure? You look feverish."

Before you could react, Shadowheart surged forward, her lips crashing into yours with a fervent intensity. The kiss was heated, desperate and when she finally pulled back, you were breathless and stunned.

"Sorry, I just uh couldn't help myself." she confessed, her voice a low whisper. She looked you hungrily and as you were still reeling, you didn't have time to process her words before she pushed you down onto the soft grass. Her hands were all over you, pinning you to the ground as she kissed you again, her need palpable.

"Shadowheart," you murmured against her lips, your voice a mix of surprise and desire. You were used to being scolded at after pulling a stunt like that.

"Just let me," she whispered back, her tone filled with urgency. "I've never felt like this before."

You surrendered to her, your hands roaming over her smaller frame as she took control. The intensity of her need matched your own, and the two of you lost yourselves in each other, the aftermath of battle fading away as you found solace and passion in one another's embrace.

Lae'zel, who had a downed Astarion slung over her shoulder was not impressed when she found the two of you and you were on dishes for the next week.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Jaheira:

Jaheira, having lived long enough, had a habit of making herself comfortable wherever she was. Your broad, muscular frame had become her favorite spot to rest, not out of affection—though there was plenty of that—but out of sheer practicality.

One evening, as you sat by the campfire, Jaheira approached with a book in hand. Without a word, she settled herself on your lap, her back against your chest as she began to read. It was such a common occurrence that neither of you thought twice about it. You wrapped your arms around her, resting your chin on her shoulder.

"Comfortable?" you asked, a hint of a smile in your voice.

"Very," she replied, not looking up from her book.

A few minutes later, you reached for a nearby piece of equipment, but Jaheira shifted, making it clear she wasn't moving.

"Do you mind?" she said, her tone mock-offended. "I'm sitting here."

You chuckled, moving the equipment aside and wrapping your arms around her again. "Sorry, my love. Didn't mean to disturb you."

Jaheira glanced back at you, a small smile playing on her lips. "See that you don't," she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

The two of you sat in companionable silence, the warmth of the fire and the comfort of each other's presence creating a perfect moment of peace.

Later, when scratch found himself in your lap, Jaheira huffed in mock indignation, standing up with exaggerated reluctance. "Honestly, you'd think people would know better than to take my spot,"

You couldn't help but laugh, pulling her back into your lap as soon as Scratch had become interested in a passing squirrel.

"It's all yours," you said, kissing her temple. And so, Jaheira settled back in, her book in hand, a contented smile on her face as she enjoyed the comfort and warmth of your embrace.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Hope y'all enjoyed it ! - Seluney xoxo

[mrsriddlenott]

Could u pls do a pt 2 to patience? 😭🧎🏼‍♀️

Yessss Yes I can🥰 I think I got a bit carried away not gonna lie but this may be my favorite thing I’ve written on here so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Patience Pt2

[masterlist][Pt1]

Bf!Mattheo Riddle x fem!Reader

Warnings:Smut,OrgasmDenial,D/S Dynamics, Exhibitionism/PublicSex,Teasing, Dacryphilia(kinda), Unprotected PinV.

It didn’t take Mattheo long to begin exploring his newly found kink, and it soon became his utmost favorite thing to do. He’d innocently smile across from you at dinner as you stumble over your words, his voice filling your mind with promises of what he’d do to you later. He’d sit beside you in class, dutifully taking notes for you both as he distracted you with images of him taking you on that very desk.

“Do you like that Princess? Do you want me to fuck you in front of everyone?” Thankfully you’d grown rather good at hiding moans and gasps from his surprises, much to his dismay. So he just found new ways to earn those pretty noises. Some days he’d tease you relentlessly without ever allowing you to touch him outside of your thoughts until you were too needy to care about the noises you’d make. On other days he’d discreetly bring his hand down to run his fingertips along the top of your thigh while he told you how much he needed you in your mind. All the while never intending to give you anything, just to make you act like a needy little brat so he’d get to treat you accordingly.

Today Mattheo had decided to try a new mix of the two, he figured if he put enough thought into it he could make you feel anything he wanted you to, anywhere he wanted you to. Just the thought of you coming in your seat at merely imagining his touch had Mattheo struggling to fit his dick behind his zipper that morning. At breakfast he did his best to act as calm as possible as he took his usual seat across from you with a smile, “Good morning Gorgeous, did you sleep well?”

As soon as he watched your lips go to form your sentence, he concentrated on your beautiful mind and how amazing it would feel to please you from under the table, forcing a rush of warmth to run directly up your inner thigh as though Mattheo had just gotten on his knees and licked his way below your skirt. He took the light gasp and widened eyes as evidence enough of his plan working, the human mind was after all, more or less, a mass of cords he could rewire at his will.

The corners of Mattheo’s mouth rising into a wicked grin told you all you needed to know, whimpering slightly as the sensation of his teeth marking your thigh flooded your nerve endings. “You like that Baby? New little trick of mine. Are you okay with it?” The way he nonchalantly ate scrambled eggs and watched your face as though he wasn’t giving you phantom kisses across your naval had you squirming in your seat and falling into a submissive state.

You knew he wouldn’t use any of his mind tricks to hurt or control you. Or do anything you said not to for that matter, but knowing he could, knowing that he was in fact taught to use magic for mental manipulation to do just that to enemies of his father, had a rush of heat shooting to your core that dampened your panties as you nodded your head quickly. Mattheo arched his eyebrows at you while he smiled into his juice after having read your thoughts, he knew you loved the sense of control he had over you in moments like these and he absolutely adored when you were his good girl.

But today, he wanted the bratty, attitude filled y/n that had him tightened against his jeans from the day he met you. And he was hell bent on bringing her out to play.

He was painfully hard and growing more so while he watched you try not to move as his nonexistent fingers ghosted over your clit. He was teasing himself just as much as he was you, wishing he could feel and taste your wetness he was positive was accumulating between your thighs. Mattheo wanted to punish you, he wanted you to be looking up at him with glossy eyes and begging in that adorably whiny little voice of yours by the end of the day. And being the fair boyfriend he was, he’d never punish you without reason…….so he’d make a reason.

“Words Darling.” You huffed at him, scrunching your eyebrows together from across the table. Mattheo could tell you weren’t going to last very long, but he had a lot planned for you nevertheless. He waved his hand out, urging you to speak as he kept eating his breakfast.

“Y-yea,” You managed, gripping the table with a gasp as Mattheo’s imaginary tongue slid between your folds without warning. “What was that Baby? Sorry I couldn’t hear you.” He teased, eyes watching you like a hawk as you steadied yourself against the table. He bit back a grin as he reveled in the fact that not a single soul but you and him knew what he was making you feel right now.

“Yes,” You said louder, in a breathy voice as he made you feel his tongue repeatedly flicking at your clit below your underwear at an unrelenting pace, before abruptly ending his assault on your nerves with an innocent smile.

“You didn’t think I’d give it to you all at once did you?” He chuckled at your desperation, looking forward to the day ahead of him even more so now with your shiny eyes looking to him as a pout formed on your lips.

“Eat, I know you’re hungry,” Mattheo spoke calmly and sweetly, but with the edge of dominance that let you know he was planning on continuing this game until you couldn’t think properly. You huffed and scowled at him as you grabbed for his muffin, stealing it from him as he watched how you were growing frustrated with a content smile.

~~~~

He started off slowly in your first class of the day. He knew you weren’t great at Potions and knew you’d absolutely Crucio him if you failed this pop quiz. So he’d opted for relaxing you with the feeling of kisses along your neck and making it feel as though he was squeezing your shoulders comfortingly while correcting your mistakes from the back of your thoughts before you wrote them. He’d ever so slightly drag his imaginary teeth across your sweet spot every once in a while, teasing you as you jumped slightly before continuing on with his sweet pecks. Leaving you soaked and wanting more as you began to wiggle in your seat and huff in annoyance, something Mattheo found oh so pleasing.

~~~~

History of Magic, however, was a different story. As soon as Professor Binns began speaking, you felt Mattheo’s large calloused hands running up the fronts of your thighs as though he was knelt before you. For a second your eyes fell below the desk, watching the empty air thinking for sure you’d find a second Mattheo as his phantom fingers slipped beneath the hem of your underwear. Mattheo bit at his knuckle with a smile as he watched you looking for his nonexistent hands, squirming in your seat less than a foot away from him. “I wish I could feel you for real Princess,”

The sudden feeling of bites, and kisses, and licks almost made you forget not to speak, catching yourself just in time to thinking clearly for him to hear, “Hypothetically you could.” Mattheo giggled at you, shaking his head mockingly as he leant on his arms, smiling at you like a sweetheart who wasn’t planning on relentlessly teasing you all day.

“Wake me up before the bell Princess.” Mattheo sighed with a fake yawn and a wink before closing his eyes and focusing solely on your pleasure. Mattheo saw himself in the room, as though he was a ghost out of his own body, kneeling before you under the desk like worship. He wasted no time in delving into you, sucking at your clit and making you jolt forward in your seat next to him. A boyish grin grew on his real face beside you as he smiled into your legs in your mind.

His tongue maintained a brutal pace as you wiggled in your seat, going back and forth from sucking and flicking with his tongue, making out with your pussy until he was certain you were going to explode. Removing the sensation before quickly shoving two of his imaginary fingers into you, forcing you to audibly gasp as Mattheo hummed approvingly beside you. It felt like you were actually being stretched around air below the lace of your underwear as a shiver ran down your spine. Mattheo slowly stimulated your g-spot from the back of your mind, making it increasingly difficult to remain quiet and still as your walls clenched around nothing. Your thighs instinctively came together to rub against each other but the feeling of his nonexistent fingers remained, not quite enough to push you over the edge on their own.

“Oh, are you tired of me already Princess? I guess I can give you a break then.” And with that, the sensation stopped. A desperate whine of a “No” almost falling from your lips as your mind spoke it to it’s invader, huffing and taking shallow breaths. Mattheo cracked an eye to watch you as you leant back in your chair, brows furrowed and arms crossed with a pout on your face, he was close.

~~~~

In Transfiguration he didn’t even warn you. As you were sat beside Mattheo like always, almost forgetting the game at play, suddenly Mattheo found his way into your mind again, making you feel filled with his phantom fingers once more. Mattheo remained focused ahead, showing no signs of remorse as you let out a frustrated hmph that made his dick twitch in his pants while you eyed his side profile angrily.

“Patience Gorgeous…” He spoke in a slow, dominant voice in your thoughts as he side eyed you, writing something down you’d entirely missed. “How about this Baby,” He started in a soothing voice, slowly drawing his imaginary fingers in and out of you, “If you can get through the rest of class without coming, I’ll get you out of here and give you a proper fuck. What d’ya say?”

You were nodding your head eagerly before he was even finished, “tsk tsk, I know you know the rules Baby,” You narrowed your eyes at him defiantly as Mattheo halted his actions on your notes paper, eyeing you with raised eyebrows like a challenge, just waiting for you to disobey him. The feeling of his other hand gripping at your thigh distracted you as your eyes shot to where it should have been before giving in, biting your lip to hold back a moan at his tightening phantom grip.

“I can, yes,” You whispered in a voice you weren’t quite sure he even heard at first. “You can what?” He whispered back in a cockily smooth, silky voice that sent shivers down your spine and directly to your core. You gave him pleading eyes as you brought your bottom lip between your teeth, silently begging him to just take your answer as your eyes began to water.

He swore he was about to cum in his pants at the sight of you all needy over him manipulating your mind in just the right way. Mattheo gave you a mocking little laugh before giving in to you as he always would. He loved to think he was in control but even Mattheo knew he’d give you absolutely anything you wanted if you gave him those eyes. Before you had time to react, he was diving into your mind again with no warning.

“Gods, you’re such a pathetic little girl aren’t you?” You almost screamed in pleasure as you felt the fingers of his other hand suddenly rubbing fast circles on your sensitive clit while the other pounded into you at a brutal pace. “You wish these were my real fingers don’t you Princess? Wish everyone could hear the mess I’m making of you?” You nodded weakly as you rested your head on the desk in front of you, his unrelenting attack of your nerves making it difficult to concentrate on being discreet.

“Don’t worry, I wish it was too. Do you want my cock next Gorgeous?” You couldn’t respond to him, any and all thoughts too jumbled to not accidentally slip past your lips. “I know you do, because you’re a needy little thing, but you’re getting the real deal, not some day dream Darling, so you’ll just have to wait.”

You whimpered into the wood of the desk as you rubbed your thighs together, throbbing and clenching around nothing before looking up to see Mattheo watching you with a hand beneath the desk. You were desperate for a real touch and wanted his hand on you and not him and he knew it. He knew you wouldn’t risk reaching for him and getting him caught also, so he reveled in your teary eyes watching him palm his leaking dick over his jeans.

Suddenly, just as the bell rang, the assault of your senses stopped as Mattheo jumped to gather yours and his things, messily shoving it in both of your bags at random before grabbing for your wrist and tugging you out the door behind him. Your legs were weak and wobbling as you clung to his hand and let him pull you into a classroom only three corridors away from the packed hallway of students transitioning into their next class.

He shoved you through as he slammed the door with a muttered locking and silencing charm before roughly grabbing at your waist. Mattheo yanked you up to him as you subconsciously wrapped your legs around him, meeting his eyes before he practically threw you onto the closest desk. His lips attacked your neck forcing out a pornographic moan from you, grateful to finally be touched.

He wasted no time in roughly ripping at your underwear, tearing them in the middle as his other hand worked to remove his belt and free himself from his boxers. He haphazardly shoved his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs as his dick bounced out against his stomach making him hiss. Mattheo grabbed at the back if your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

You both were breathing heavily into eachothers mouths as his tongue forced itself against yours, immediately claiming dominance and sighing in satisfaction. Without warning Mattheo’s hands moved to grip your hips, and jolted you forward onto his red, leaking dick. Forcing breathy moans from the both of you as your lips ghosted against each others. “Fucking hell you’re fucking dripping for me.”

“Please fuck me Matty,” You begged, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling yourself off the desk as his arms immediately snaked around your waist to hold you on his dick. You were tired of his teasing and tired of his games, you wanted control of it and whether he realized it or not, he’d handed it to you.

“Anything for you my Princess,” he whispered, placing a delicate kiss to your lips which quickly turned heated as he began to ram into you. Your fingers got lost in his curls as you mindlessly bucked against him with his pace, arching over the table against him. Mattheo chased your lips with his as they left him making you giggle and tug at his hair forcing a groan from the back if his throat.

In a flash he’d forced your back flat against the table, hovering over you with dark eyes and his signature smile. “I want a kiss Baby” He said slowly and sweetly, in direct contrast of the way he was driving into your g-spot over and over. He smashed his lips into yours, nipping at your bottom lip as your nails dug into his back through his shirt. You clenched around him as your legs shook with the table, your vision going slightly blurry with euphoria as you came undone below him.

You let your head fall back as Mattheo lead a trail of kisses and bites up and down your neck as his movements became sloppy and his moans grew louder. You rode out your high as he stuttered above you, clutching at the edge of the desk that bounced against the floor, biting at your neck to quiet himself as he filled you with his cum.

“Fuck Matty,” You sighed as he chuckled and looked up to meet your eyes, his hair was damp with sweat and his curls hung over his eyes as he looked at you with a shockingly innocent smile.

~~~~

I honestly love this so much🫣

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[darylbae]

hiii, could you write something fluff with vamp daryl and a fem reader that really likes to stay in the sun? and even tho daryl cant stay for long in the sun he likes watching her enjoy herself for afar💕😭 sorry for the bad writting english is not my firt language

my girl and her garden — daryl dixon🩰

in which vamp!daryl just loves to watch you in the sun

note: i dont have a specific kind of vampire in mind when i write this, so none of my vamp!daryl stuff is really the same.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

It never took long for you to understand what Daryl was. You'd grown suspicious long before he'd admitted it to you, noticing he'd never eat around you and would always go out to find his own food. He'd find reasons to stay inside if he could, not that sunlight burned him alive, but too much of it was harmful. It terrified him when he finally told you, worrying he'd be go back to being alone again. He didn't want to, but he enjoyed your company, he enjoyed waking up and working around you, surviving with you. So now the pair of you were stuck together. Of course, you had a lot of questions. "Will you outlive me?" "Will you stay the same forever?" "Will you get sick of me and eat me?" And he answered them all however he could. Daryl loved how different you were to him. He found comfort in staying inside, keeping to himself, and that had all changed when he'd met you. You loved being outside. You loved the sun kissing your skin, you loved gardening and doing everything you could outside. The cabin the two of you shared was fenced in and kept safe, thanks to Daryl. And had a lovely open area of grass, you'd even built flowerbeds, to plant and watch over your food. Even as it had been raining a lot, you enjoyed at least being on your porch, watching your crops flourish in the rain, listening to the heavy thrum of the rain against the leaves and trees surrounding you. It had finally starting to shine again outside and you almost leaped out of bed to get some UV on your skin. Skipping coffee and breakfast, you'd put on a summer dress you'd kept over the years, and off you went. The sun was beaming down onto your skin, onto your plants, fruits, and vegetables. You couldn't be happier as you bent down to admire the growing strawberries. Daryl had only just rolled out of bed, feeling the vacant space beside him and worrying. Only to see the door to your cabin open, and could hear your sweet voice humming quietly in the distance. He'd poured himself a coffee, standing at the door frame and fishing into his pocket for a smoke. He could do this for hours, he could make a profession out of this. Watching you, studying you, the way you smile at every bit of progress your garden was making. If he were to eventually die, this is what his Heaven would be. You looked up, to see the moody shadow at the door frame and smiled sweetly at him, lifting a hand to wave. He'd returned the gesture, flapping his fingers at you and inhaling deeply on his cigarette. You'd leaped up from your squatting position, running excitedly up to Daryl to show him your work. "Dar! Look!" He stubbed his cigarette against the wall of the cabin, not wanting to blow smoke around you. "What is it, honey?" You lifted the strawberry, a large, deep red, juicy looking one, and held it up to his face. "I know it's not to your taste, but try it! Look how amazing it's grown!" You held it to his lips and he'd taken a bite, holding your gaze almost seductively. You wanted to drag him to bed and show him a good morning. But there were more exciting matters at hand, like your marvelous strawberry. "That's amazing. Well done, my girl." He cooed, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you into him. Your stomach tightened quickly at the praise, and you'd accepting the affection from him. Daryl always knew how to make you feel special. "Better get back out there!" You hurried back outside, after handing him the rest of the strawberry, and got back to work. Daryl stayed where he was, comfortably inside and had the perfect view of you. The sun lighting up your skin, making you glow as if an Angel had come and roamed the Earth. A small part of Daryl resented what he was, it limited what he could do, especially with you. If he could, he'd eat, sleep, bathe, and make love under the sun with you. He wanted to enjoy it as you did, but he was content with watching you for now.

[buzzcutlip]

congrats on 100 maggie that’s amazing!! 🎉🫶🏻

could I request carmy with a single!mom reader and they’re still kinda fresh in their relationship and with both of their busy schedules it’s hard to have any alone time and whenever they’re trying to have privacy for adult fun time it keeps being interrupted by reader’s little one bc reader’s daughter loves carmy and they’re both going crazy but also love becoming a new lil family. I just keep thinking about how carmy would be with a little kid and how he’d take over the role of a stepdad-dad 😩

Thank you! :)

I would like to say that I love kids and I worked in childcare for years. However, I'm not much into kid fics - rarely read them and never wrote one! Your prompt got me thinking so I'm sharing my head canons about stepdad!Carmy (explicit stuff behind the cut!)

You're so scared to tell Carmy you're a mom because you've started having real feelings; it's not just fooling around anymore. When you finally share that you've got a little girl, you're sick to your stomach with nerves, worried about the possibility of being rejected or ridiculed. But Carmy surprises you—pleasantly—by not freaking out at all. He nods and asks a couple of basic questions: "How old is she? Who's looking after her when you two are together? What's her favorite Disney movie?"

Carmy does freak out—once he's at home. He barely sleeps that night, thinking of all the ways the "wrong" in him or with him could rub off on the little girl once they meet. Because he's a messed-up grown-up who has no clue how to behave.

You can't keep putting off Carmen meeting your daughter after four months of dating. You can't, and you don't want to. It takes a bit of effort before Carmen opens up about his difficult childhood and messed-up family. You assure him that it's not going to affect your daughter and promise him that you absolutely believe he's a good person.

Your little one is almost four, and she's independent, sassy, and loving, so she probably understands Carmy's hesitation and worries better than you do—without Carmen ever needing to say a word. She knows he's a chef—a cook—so she takes his hand and shows him her own wooden kids' kitchen. Carmy's eyes are huge and glassy when he looks up at you, and you hold back your own tears.

The first time you witness Carmy and your daughter cooking together (not in the kids' kitchen), your heart almost stops. You know how sacred the kitchen—any kitchen—is for him, as well as the whole process of meal prepping. They're just baking cookies, from what you can see over Carmy's broad back, flour everywhere, and he uses the softest voice on her: "You make a ball from the dough, that's right. Well done, chef," and "You got it, darling," and "Good job, good girl," followed by a high-five, your daughter giggling, clearly proud of herself.

That night, you ask Carmy to stay - the first time while your daugher is at home too - and he agrees, with a soft smile and a chaste kiss to your temple. You're a bit apprehensive about having sex, anxious about your little one overhearing something or waking up in the middle of it, but at the end it's you who asks Carmen for it. You beg him with your eyes, your hands and mouth, and who's he to say 'no'? The day had been emotional and the remaints of it hang between you as he fucks you on your back, staring into your soul, reaching there with his cock too. You're kinda trying to hurry up, Carmy thrusting into you with sharp movements that make you gasp out puffs of air between the two of you. He leans in to whisper into your ear "You're taking it so well, you would take my load so well, would you want another baby, hm?" His words surprise you and make you so hot that you come with a startle the next second.

Fuck, Carmy Berzzato wants a kid with you?

[lilbitdepressed27]

Cairo Sweet/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Death

WC: 3.3k

Author's note: sorry for any mistakes.

*This will be connected to another fic*

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Cairo Sweet had been your best friend for a long time. And for the same amount of time you had spent so much time being helplessly in love with your best friend. You couldn't help but to be in love with the short girl. From the first moment you saw her, she had been sitting under a tree during recess and a boy had dimmed that too boring for recess. Stealing the book Cairo read and ignoring the please to hand it back. You had been playing soccer with your own friends, taking the moment you had the soccer ball to kick it hard towards the boy.

Taking the book as he feel to floor clutching his stomach as he cried. You remembered taking the book and giving it back to Cairo.

Since then you both had become inseparable from each other. You  honestly cherished the friendship with Cairo. Which is why you kept your feelings to yourself. Afraid of losing Cairo. You had been great at hiding your feelings. Never looking too long at Cairo. Never treating her too differently. She was still your best friend so she got bit of special attention sometimes.

You knew English class would be boring, and you did not like the teacher one bit. You knew Cairo was beautiful but to have this grown man watching her like she were a piece of meat had your jaw aching from how hard you were clenching it. Two weeks since the school year started and you weren't blind you saw the special treatment she got from the teacher. The subtle glances from the teacher as he watched Cairo.

It was disgusting for many reasons. One, he was older. Crazy old. Two, he was a teacher. Three, Cairo's teacher. Four, It was completely illegal and not to mention Cairo is his student. Five, HE WAS HER TEACHER.

You weren't jealous. You had accepted a long time ago that Cairo would never like you in that way. But you were put off by how Cairo basked in the attention she was getting from Mr.Miller.

"Y/n! Dude you're not gonna believe who the new soccer coach is." The voice of your friend who also happened to be your teammate brought you out of your head.

"What?"

"There's a new soccer coach?" Winnie asked from her side of the table. You had been enjoying your lunch when Winnie and Cairo started talking about Mr.Miller. You couldn't understand what about made Mr.Miller so attractive to Cairo. You had tuned them out the moment the teacher was mentioned.

"Yes! She's taking over our old coach that's on temporary leave due to her pregnancy. And oh my god Y/n! She's fucking gorgeous."

You chuckled at the way Alex (your soccer teammate) was acting. You did know that the soccer team would get a sub coach. "Well? What's her name?"

"Oh it's Ms.Pieterse. Come on! She's holding a meeting." Giving no chance for a reply she basically dragged you away.

*

Never had you been so in awe at someone's beauty. Well besides Cairo's. Never did you think someone that wasn't Cairo would make you feel like Ms.Pieterse. The past month she had been so beautifully supportive. Always making sure the girls on the team were trying hard. Making sure they were hydrated. And man did she look amazing in her shorts.

Also the past month did you not once think of Cairo, not in that way. That is. Your mind was occupied by the beautiful dirty blonde with gorgeous blue eyes. You tired not to think of her bin that way but it was hard not to. She's wasn't your teacher, she was just your coach. A 23 year old coach. A sub coach which wasn't that bad, all things considered.

With you being the captain of the soccer team you were always the first one on the field. Barely registering that Cairo and Mr.Miller were seating on the bleachers talking.

"Always early Y/n." Now that voice, you did register. Turning your head to see that smile, that dimpled smile directed at you.

With a smile of your own you looked at your coach. "Oh you know coach. I like to warm up before the practice actually starts."

"Well I can see why you're the star of this team. You did amazing last night."

Hoping she couldn't see the blush on your cheeks as you looked away, catching Cairo's eyes as she looked at you. Her eyes furrowed as she looked bothered. You weren't sure why. She was after all talking to the man she had a weird crush on.

"Please call me Sasha. Ms.Pieterse makes me feel old and I'm only twenty three."

Sasha? What a beautiful name. It suited her so well. The smile she directed to you had you feeling like the butterflies in your stomach were going to burst. You were sure she was just being friendly.

"So I heard you want to go to UCLA. I know the coach there if you want me to put in a good word for you."

"As much as I would appreciate and love that. I want to get in by my own doing. Thank you though Ms-Sasha."

A smile and what seemed to be a look of amazement was shot your way.

*

The relationship with your coach and blossomed from there. It first started with subtle glances. Hands grazing. Deep talks when alone together on the field. Then one day after a game you were had been alone in the locker room. Once thing lead to another and you shared a kiss with Sasha.

The relationship was a secret. One you told no one about. You tried to act the same not give away that you were dating your coach. Hoping no one could tell.

But Cairo could tell, you were acting strange. You no longer had time for her as much as you did before. Before, after your games or practice you'd go to her but now. Now you had this smile on your face she's never seen before. She didn't know why.

Her relationship with her teacher had been, weird. He had grown too attached to her. Always wanting to touch her. Always wanting to be around her outside of school. It was starting to make her uncomfortable. At first she won't deny, she loved the attention. She liked that this older man was putting her first over everything. But now, now she couldn't find the appeal. She didn't know how to stop this with Mr.Miller.

He wanted more. And she didn't want more. She didn't want anything from him. She's tried to leave him, tell them that what they were doing was wrong. But he didn't listen. Threatening to fail her and ruin her chances to apply to any college.

"Hey you okay?" You had been at Cairo's house with Winnie for the past hour and half. Although Winnie left a bit earlier than usual. As much as you loved spending time with Sasha,you knew you also had to make time for your friends. Keeping your relationship with your sub coach was easy. Date nights were always at her house and she lived in the middle of nowhere. Which was really easy for you to go to her house. Not having to worry about nosy neighbors.

"I...I need help."

"Okay." You looked down at her home work. Seeing it completely finished, everything looked right. You furrowed your eyebrows. "With what?" You looked back Cairo. Seeing her eyes misting with tears. For the first time in a long time. She looked scared and confused.

"Hey, talk to me. What's wrong?" Taking her hands in yours.

"He, he won't leave me alone. You were right. I'm sorry I didn't listen. I've tried to pull away from him but he won't let me. He's threaten me, said that if I leave him he will ruin my chances to go to college. I don't know what to-"

You were which to pull her into a hug, letting her cry out her fear and frustrations in to your shoulders. You felt anger, a protectiveness wash over you. You always hated that douche bag Mr.Miller.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

*

You had a plan. Confront him, piss him off enough where he says something about Cairo or something that incriminates himself, and record everything. But for this to work, you had Cairo not get to school early. Which she reluctantly agreed to.

Stepping into the room was a little nerve wracking but the moment you saw him going about behind his desk. The more pissed you grew, here he was calm as ever while Cairo grew more and more uncomfortable. With your back straighten, your jaw clenched. You took a deep breath and walked towards his desk.

"Ah Y/n what can help you with?"

All you wanted was to punch his face in. You stepped to be in front of his desk. "So here's what's gonna happen Miller. I know about your weird obsession with Cairo. And I know you've been having an inappropriate relationship with your student." You watched as his face changed. A satisfying smile now on your face.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. I could get you suspended and off the soccer team with-With what exactly Mr.Miller? Talk to the principal about how I know about your little secret. Cause we can go now."

He slammed his hand down the desk, but you didn't even flinch. He was getting angry. You just had to keep pushing him.

"Get out of my class-No. I don't think you understand how much shit you're in Mr.Miller. The damage this could do to your reputation. I could just see it now 'Jonathan Miller, failed author turned teacher only to fail as a teacher as well.' Kinda funny ain't it?"

"They won't believe you. And she won't confess either. She won't risk her chances getting in college."

Just a little bit more.

"She'll get in college. Don't you worry about that. What I want to know what exactly are you going to do. Cause I'll go to the principal. Shit I'll go to the cops."

"She won't do it! She'll lie to cover for me! She loves me and I love her."

With a laugh let out of disbelief. You couldn't help but to think this man had clearly lost it, you were a little caught off guard when he bunched up the collar of your shirt. Pulling you close, his breath reeking of coffee.

"I love Cairo and she belongs to me."

The sound of a door being open he was quick to let me go.

"What's going on here?" You felt so much relief at hearing Sasha's concerned voice. You looked back at her and she was looking right at you. Her eyes filled with concern and what looked to be anger.

"Nothing. Just a little confusion is all Coach. Right Y/n?" His voice came out shaky, fear evident in his eyes as you looked back at him.

You didn't even answer him, walking towards Sasha. She saw the look in your eyes, and you hoped she understood. Once you were out of the class room. You felt the tension leaving your shoulders.

"Holy shit. Holy shit." You couldn't believe that you actually got him on camera admitting it. Your phone had been hidden in the chest pocket of your shirt. You quickly took out your phone and stopped the recording.

"Y/n what the hell is going on?"

"I'll tell you but not here."

She looked around and noticed that there were still no students around. Seeing as it was still a bit early. She took your hand and lead you to her office in the locker room. Shutting the door.

"Okay now spill."

You took out your phone and played her the recording. The more she listened and watched the more her jaw dropped. Only to clam shut, her jaw clenching when she saw how roughly he grabbed you. "That fucking asshole."

"I'm okay. But I have to show this to the principal."

*

The shit show that was the downfall of Jonathan Miller was crazy. He denied everything. Until the recording was played in a literal court room. He was fired. Black listed to never be able to teach again. A restraining order so he could never see Cairo. And to top it all off, his wife left him as well.

Cairo was safe now. And she had you to thank for that. Cairo now felt safe to go to class. She didn't know what she'd do with out you. There was one thing now. One thing, you had always been her best friend. Someone she could rely on. Someone she could trust. Someone that made her feel safe. Someone that told her everything. So when she applied and got into her dream college, you were the first one to know. She knew you both had different dreams. You had gotten into UCLA, a full scholarship to play for their soccer team.

Ever since Mr.Miller got fired and served a restraining order. She hadn't heard or seen him. Which she was grateful. She also took noticed that you had been more protective of her since then. And she loved it. The way you always made she was safe and comfortable where she was at. So when you came clean, and told her you were in a relationship. She was, hurt? Devastated.

She had finally told Winnie, needing someone to tell. She was completely in love with you. But she had let the fear of losing you take a hold of her. Cause now she was too late, and now you were happy. When you told her it was with coach Pieterse. The smile you had on your face when you told her how happy you were. You were happy and she let her chance pass.

"Cairo! Come here. I want to take some pictures." With summer almost being over, and you going to UCLA. She cherished all the moments she had with you. Even if it was just as friends. You were sat on the couch, with her phone in hand. Your beaming smile as you pulled her closer the moment she sat down. She had been too busy looking at you to notice that you had already taken the picture.

"Cai, you weren't even looking." You complained in such a way that had that longing, to grow. She wished that you loved her the way you loved Sasha. She wished she would have noticed the sooner of her feelings towards you. At the sound of the doorbell ringing she moved to stand up, her breath hitching at the warm sensation of your hand on her bare thigh. Stopping her from moving.

"I'll get it, it's probably the pizza."

*

The sound of shouting had her rushing out of the room. The shouting got louder, followed by what sounded like a struggle. Her pace picking up to get to you.

"You'll pay. You took EVERYTHING FROM ME!!"

The bone chill she got at hearing that voice. Turning the corner to see Jonathan on top of you. Punch after punch. She was quick to react. Grabbing her mother's vase and smashing it over his head. It was enough time to help you up. Your face was covered in blood, the fear she had doubled.

"Ah ah." The sound of a click loading had both of them freezing in their steps. "Turn around." You both turned around, your face hurt but the fear and adrenaline had you feeling nothing. Seeing the crazed man aiming his gun at you. You stood a bit in front of Cairo. Refusing to let this deranged man hurt her. You would have never thought he would do something like this.

"You two bitches took everything from me. This whore tried to to get with me. It wasn't in my head. I'm not a pervert. I loved you Cairo. We could had something. We could have been something. But now. Now you'll di—"

You didn't think. You didn't hesitate. You moved, the quickest you've ever had. He had been so in his head he failed to react as you tackled him to the floor. Fighting over the gun.

"Cairo call the police! Go!" You shouted, the gun fired and the noise made your ears ring. You hoped Cairo listened. You weren't sure if you could hold him off. The police station wasn't far from here. A good twenty minutes away.

The gun fired three more times. And this time you didn't just hear them. You felt them. The pain had you crying out but the hold you had on him tighten. Throwing to your head forward as you head butted him in the nose. You were able to get out from under him, never really realizing when you had gotten under him. You felt warm hands cupping your cheeks.

"Come on, get up. Please."

You had never seen Cairo cry like this. So you tried to get up, Cairo helping you the best she could.

"If I can't have you no one will." Jonathan was back up looking terrifying with all that blood coming down his face. His gun now pointed at Cairo.

It was like everything was slow motion, his finger hovering over the trigger as he moved to push down it. The gun going off, as the door bursted open. Shoving Cairo out of the way, the pain as you fell to the floor. The muffled noises as you lost blood, the muffled cries of Cairo as her blurry figure leaned over you. Pleading you wake up. Pleading you not to leave her.

Cairo was the last thing you saw before your world faded into darkness.

**

It was a cold rainy day, a month since that night. A month since you—. She was angry. She was pissed off. How dare you, leave her. How dare you sacrifice yourself for her. You were going to live your dream. A full scholarship to your dream college. A girl you loved.

Looking down at your tombstone. Flowers all around from friends, family, people you barely knew and teachers. She cried, and cried every single time. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't cry for the love she lost. Regretting never building the courage to tell you how she really felt.

"She loved you, you know."

Hearing her voice made her want to cry more. She took you away from her. Ruined Sasha's chances to live happily with you. She knew you wouldn't want her to blame herself. But it was all she could think about.

"As a friend."

The young coach sat next to her, not caring that she was going to get wet as well. "No, she was in love with you. She had accepted that you would never return her feelings, she pushed and pushed those feelings away. Scared that you would find out and be uncomfortable around her."

You were in love with her? This new information had crying even harder. She really was oblivious and such a dumbass.

"This isn't your fault. And you know Y/n wouldn't want you to be blaming your self either." Silence followed. She knew that Sasha was right. You were so selfless. Always thinking of others over yourself.

"Live your life Cairo. For yourself and for Y/n."

In this life you weren't hers. But you were her best friend. And she will live her life to the fullest. Live the life that you deemed right to live over your own. Maybe in another life you would have stayed with her.

:(

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

The Dangers of Hope Ch. 3

Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

Pairings/Characters in the series: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Emma (OFC), Castiel, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Risa, Johnston (OMC), Patrick (OMC), Theresa (OFC), other survivors and soldiers.

Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence, some gore, angst, smut, fluff all the usual for a series of mine. ❤️ Endverse!Dean (that's a warning for his anger and callousness as well as his extreme hotness. 😁) Each chapter will have their own specific warnings.

Chapter Warnings: None really. Angst. Dean being a bit of an asshole. A brief, near sexual encounter. Smidge of fluff.

Word Count: 3,654

A/N: So, I've had this idea for quite a while. Basically since I watched The Last of Us. I loved Pedro in the role of Joel, but I kept thinking how incredible Jensen would have been. Which then made me think of how amazing he was as Endverse!Dean which then led me to this idea. Lol! I've stolen the premise of Ellie's storyline from TLOU, but made her a grown up, a reader insert, and a love interest for Dean.

If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊

I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️

A/N 2: So, here I am with chapter 3. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for all the very kind comments that this series has received so far. You're all fabulous.

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The next morning Dean was sitting at the table in his tent, listening to the camp waking up around him, when his tent flap opened and Cas strolled in. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Jesus, we gotta put up a piece of wood on the tent poles or something so people can knock.” He said in a surly and growly, early morning voice. When Cas didn’t respond, he challenged him with an even surlier tone. “What? Why are you here?”

Cas walked further into the tent. “I saw you gave Y/N back her daughter.” Dean raised his hand and then dropped it, conceding the point. “And,” Cas continued, raising his hand in the air and waving it slightly, “no more manacles.”

Dean spread his arms wide. “These are all things I already know, Cas; why are you telling me this?”

Cas shrugged slightly. “So, can I assume this means you no longer think she’s going to turn into a monster at any minute?”

Dean blew out a puff of air. “It means, she’s been here a week, and hasn’t turned yet. And since that isn’t really something that happens to people who get bit, I think I can be reasonably certain she won’t turn, randomly, out of the blue one day. And I gave her back her kid so she can look after her, and I can get Risa back as a soldier instead of a nanny.”

Cas wore a very enthusiastic expression as he moved closer. “Come on, even you have to admit that this is exciting.”

Dean arched a brow. “Exciting?”

Cas’ voice became awestruck. “Dean, this is the most hopeful sign we’ve had in…years!”

“Aw, don’t come at me with that hopeful bullshit!” Dean’s scowl and fierce countenance was immediate and slightly intimidating, even to the angel. 

“Hope is nothing but a fucking lie, okay? We know it. We HOPED we could stop Lilith breaking seals and we didn’t, we HOPED we could stop the apocalypse, but we failed at that too. We HOPED we could save everyone, and well, we’re doing a pretty piss poor job of that, aren’t we? Every single time we go out on a raid, I hope we come back with the same number of people we left with, but it doesn’t happen very often, does it? We hoped -” 

Dean cut himself short and swallowed hard, lowering his voice. “We hoped that Sam would be strong enough to say no, but…he wasn’t. I hoped I could save him. And-” He cut himself off again and rubbed a hand hard across his face. 

“So just don’t come at me with ‘hopeful’.” Dean said, sneering the word.

He tapped his fingers against his chest. “Cause I gotta live in the reality of this situation. And look, if you wanna hide away from that reality, you wanna get blitzed and bombed every day, and pretend like you’re some kind of sexual guru, fuck around with dozens of girls, I don’t really give a shit. Okay? Do it. But I,” he banged his chest with his whole fist this time, “I have to live in the reality of our lives.”

Dean stood up and stepped closer to Cas, swinging his arm out sideways. “And the reality is I have no fucking clue why that woman hasn’t turned.” He shrugged dismissively. “Maybe the person who bit her wasn’t fully turned themselves, or maybe they didn’t fully break the skin so it didn’t take completely. Who knows. All I know is that she’s probably not gonna turn and so now we’ve got one more mouth to feed. Two, actually.” He said holding up two fingers. “And two more people draining our resources.”

He stepped back and turned away, giving Cas his profile. “That’s the reality. So you wanna join me in it, great. If not,” He turned his head to look at him, lifting his hand towards the entrance, “there’s the door. Or, you know, the tent flap.”

He dropped down onto the chair he’d vacated and rubbed a hand across his lips. He looked up when Cas spoke softly. 

“I don’t wanna live in this reality, Dean. I just can’t anymore. So I choose hope, I choose to be hopeful that maybe she marks a change, maybe things can be different. I’m telling you, this reality isn’t the only option.”

Dean shook his head. “It’s my only option. I learned a long time ago, and you should’ve too - hope is dangerous. Reality can’t hurt you like hope can.”

Cas’ expression was discouraged and disappointed as he nodded, looking away from Dean. He said nothing more as he turned and walked away.

***

A little while after Cas left, Dean moved out to his campfire and cooked and ate his ration of eggs and potatoes. As he drank his coffee, he was actively trying to push the argument with Cas out of his head. He had a camp to lead, he didn't need this crap clouding his judgment.

It was ridiculous to think the woman represented some kind of new hope for mankind. He rolled his eyes at the very notion.

Still, he found himself calling out to Johnston as the soldier walked by. The man stopped abruptly and turned fearful eyes on Dean. It drove Dean a little crazy that after more than two years of Johnston serving the camp, of protecting it and helping to run the day-to-day work and activities there, he still seemed petrified of Dean. 

I can't possibly be that scary, Dean thought with a deep scowl. Not like I've had him flogged for looking at me wrong or something.

Dean rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the fear radiating from the other man.

“You settled Y/N and her daughter?” He asked.

Johnston's blue eyes were slightly bulging and his prominent Adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

Dean waited a minute for him to elaborate before prodding him gruffly. “And?”

The other man seemed at a loss and Dean snapped his fingers impatiently. “And where did you put them?”

Understanding finally lit in Johnston's eyes and he began nodding. “Oh, yes sir. I put them in the southwest corner. Fourth row, the tent on the end.” He seemed proud to get that much out. But then he raised a finger. “Oh, the tent is red.”

Dean nodded and waved at him. “As you were.” 

Johnston saluted (even though Dean had told him a million times not to) and hurried on. Dean sighed deeply and without thinking about it too much, he headed in the direction of the red tent. 

When he got there he shouted out a hello, feeling slightly foolish and vowing then and there to make it a project to put some kind of wood near tents’ openings so people could knock.

The flap opened and Y/N's face lit up with a beaming smile when she saw him. “Hi!” 

Not knowing what to do with her enthusiasm, he just nodded. There was a slightly awkward moment and then Emma, her big blue eyes staring up at Dean, poked her head out from behind her mom, keeping her arms tightly wrapped around her hips and leaning her head into her side.

Y/N lifted her arm a little so Emma could shuffle out from behind her a bit more. She combed down Emma's slightly flyaway curls with her fingers and then settled her hand on the little girl's thin shoulders.

She gestured to Dean. “Say hi to Mr. Winchester.”

The little one just pressed closer and looked away from Dean to bury her face in her mother's side.

Y/N gave him a slightly chagrined look. “She isn't usually this shy.” She said by way of apology. 

But Dean simply shook his head. Unlike Johnston, he understood all too well why this blue-eyed moppet was scared of him. She'd watched him nearly end her mother's life - not something she was ever likely to forget.

Dean hated that that realization came with a trace of guilt. Feeling very annoyed with himself, he straightened up and nodded curtly.

“Good.” He said succinctly, responding to nothing. “I just wanted to make sure you were settled properly.”

He turned in an abrupt about face and started walking away. 

“Dean, wait!” Y/N called out to him. He turned back to see her wave Emma back into the tent and head towards him. When she reached him she wore her bright smile again, and he frowned deeper as a result.

“I wanted to ask you about something.”

Dean said nothing, waiting for her to continue. She seemed to be a little nervous, fiddling with her hair. She finally clasped her hands in front of her and continued. 

“So, I was talking to Eric?” She said as though it was a question. Dean did give her a puzzled look.

“Eric?” He asked.

Y/N had opened her mouth to continue talking, but then closed it and gave her head a shake, pointing to the side at nothing in particular. 

“Eric Johnston? The…soldier that brought us to this tent and helped us set it up.”

Dean nodded in recognition. Yes, he remembered now, that was his first name. He never used it. “Right.” He waved her on. 

“And I was asking about school for Emma, but he said there isn't one.”

Dean shook his head. “No, the parents, guardians, they look after that themselves.”

Y/N nodded. “Yes, but I was thinking…well, I was a third grade teacher in the…before.” She thumbed behind her as though their former, normal lives were just right behind them, around the corner, instead of existing eons ago.

She shrugged. “So, I was thinking that maybe I could start a kind of school for the kids here. Eric figured there were about 35 or 40 of them. So I thought we could hold lessons somewhere outside most days, but if the weather's bad, maybe we could use the main cabin.”

Dean was scowling harder now, so she rushed on. “It would only be for a few hours a day. Wouldn't be anything spectacular, but it could help them with reading and math, and just some basics. Keep the kids' minds occupied and give their parents a couple of hours on their own.”

She shrugged. “It's nothing much, but it might help people feel a little more hopeful about the future.” She finished with another bright smile.

Dean felt his ire rise with that word again - hopeful. This woman was going to upset everything, tip the precarious balance of the camp on its head. 

He shook his head angrily. “We don't do shit like that. This isn't a fucking gated community, okay? These are survivors who get by together. That's it.”

Y/N's eyes were so earnest it almost hurt to look at her. “But, don't you see, it could be a community. Not gated, but open. We could do more for each other than just survive.”

Dean crossed his arms over his chest. “Look, if you're unhappy with being here, we can happily help you on your way.”

Y/N raised her hands. “No, of course not, that's not what-”

Dean cut her off with a cold, hard voice. “And you can't teach kids like this.” He waved a hand towards the red rings encircling her irises. “You'd scare the shit outta them. Take one look at you and freak out, thinking you're gonna turn into a monster any minute.”

That pulled Y/N up short and Dean could see by her slight flinch that his words had hit home. She was quiet a minute and her smile was dimmed as she nodded.

“Right. That's…no, you're right.” She gave an imitation of a chuckle. “There aren't many mirrors around, so I…sometimes I forget about…” she gestured to her eyes.

She shook her head. “I was just trying to find a way to be helpful, you know.” She shrugged. “But yeah…” She trailed off and Dean felt a sick gnawing sensation in his stomach as she gave a final dull smile. 

“Okay, well thanks.” She said as she turned away. Though what she could have possibly been thanking him for, he had no idea.

He thought about Cas’ disappointed expression, and Y/N's bent smile and he gritted his teeth. This morning was not going well for him.

The day didn’t get much better from there. He spent most of it planning their next raid for canned goods. They were running low, and it was September already. Over the next couple of months they’d have to make sure they had whatever they needed for the winter. Once the snow hit, the winter roads were sometimes impassable for weeks at a time. 

They were having to go further and further out from the camp to find supplies. The area was becoming picked clean. There were four or five other, smaller, groups of survivors within about a hundred square miles of their camp. For the most part they all rubbed along together alright, pretty much just leaving a big buffer of space between the camps, and leaving each other alone.

However, Dean was starting to worry about what would happen now that resources and supplies around them were starting to run out. In this last year, they’d started having to drive hours and hours away from camp to find un-ransacked grocery stores and restaurants in the abandoned cities. They could manage it because of their size, but some of the smaller groups had very few working vehicles, making it harder for them to travel. Dean worried what would happen when they got desperate. 

He wanted to be ready for winter.

So, he tried to spend the day planning the best route to hit as many cities as they could without hitting too many known Croat hives, or cleaned out cities. But he kept getting interrupted by his soldiers. The concerns of the camp were unending, and sometimes felt completely overwhelming. 

The morning kept being interrupted by issues and grievances his soldiers brought him from some of the camp inhabitants. He tried to put out as many fires as he could, while continuing to plan the raid.

Then he ended up spending far too much of the afternoon talking about drainage and irrigation with the young guy who used to be an engineering student, and an old farmer who’d spent his whole life in the fields. The two very different men were teaming up to try and see about making bigger winter crop plots this year. They’d grown some winter vegetables last fall and winter, and even that small amount of fresh food had made a big difference in the health of the campers. So this year they were hoping for more. 

Finally the men went off to plan some more and Dean folded up his maps. He hadn’t made much headway into the raid route, but the light was getting low; he’d have to come back to it. He fried up some spam and a few of the cooked, frozen potatoes they’d put up in the spring and sat beside his fire for a while before tossing water on it and going inside his tent. He lit a lantern and started to try and look at the maps again, but he was interrupted by Risa.

Dean lifted his chin towards her by way of greeting. She came forward and dropped a small piece of machinery on his table. “Here’s the piston for that Ford we towed back last week.” She said, referring to the truck they’d found abandoned on the side of the road with no owners in sight. “Should work.”

Dean nodded. “Great.”

Risa lingered a moment and then walked closer to him. “How are you?”

Dean shrugged. “Fine.”

She moved forward to stand between his legs and then reached out to run her hands over his cheeks and down his neck. She bent over and pressed a brief kiss to his lips.

“I miss you.” She said, her voice softer and more intimate than it ever was when they were soldier and commander. “You haven’t been to see me in weeks.”

“Sorry.” Dean said gruffly and then let her kiss him again, kissing her back for a moment before pulling away. 

Not willing to give up, Risa straddled his outstretched thighs and reached for his zipper. “It’s okay, I bet I can find ways to entice you back.” She said, dark brown eyes flashing with heat.

But Dean grabbed her hands and pulled them away. He kissed her briefly to try and ease the sting of his rejection. “Sorry, not tonight.” He nodded towards the maps on his table. “I’ve got shit I gotta finish.”

Risa bit into her lip, looking down at their hands entwined in his lap, and then nodding before she stood up. She lifted her mouth in a smile. “Yeah, sure. ‘Kay.” She nodded again and pointed to the piston as she left. “Let me know if that works.”

Dean sighed as his tent flap fell back into place. And that was the third person he’d disappointed today. Without his permission Y/N’s face floated into his mind. Despite what he’d said to her, he couldn’t deny how beautiful that face actually was. The red pigment in her eyes made no difference to that beauty.

He couldn’t erase the image of her crestfallen expression when he told her she’d scare the kids. That was complete bullshit and he knew it. Five seconds in her shiny presence and the kids would be eating out of her hand.

He growled slightly as he could feel himself caving. But would it really be so bad to let her teach the kids somewhere? They’d have to stay out of the way, and she’d have to keep them all quiet when they were together in a mob. But it might actually free their parents up for more of the endless tasks it took to maintain the camp.

If he let her do it, he’d have to make sure she knew he was only saying yes so that they could have the kids out of the way for a while. This wasn’t some hopeful mission for the future. It was just a practical solution for improving the camp.

He nodded. Yeah, I'll tell her tomorrow. 

But even as he though it, he got up and walked out of his tent, moving towards the southwest corner of the camp. Within a couple minutes he was standing in front of the red tent and again found himself clearing his throat and embarrassingly calling out a hello, like he was the Avon lady.

Y/N poked her head out of the tent and smiled. But she lowered her eyes a little and wouldn’t look directly at him. He wanted to punch himself.

“Hi.” She said softly, and then stepped out of the tent into the cool, late evening breeze. She waved towards the tent. “Emma’s sleeping.”

He nodded. She rubbed her arms and he frowned. “Didn’t they give you a jacket?” Then he noticed she was still wearing the grubby clothes she’d been wearing when she came. “And clean clothes?”

Y/N nodded and even in the dusky twilight Dean could see her blush. “Yes, but I realized…I’m all dirty.” She shrugged. “Nothing but basin baths for weeks. I’d like to get cleaner before I put on the clean clothes. One of your soldiers said there was a place where people went to bathe nearby. But he didn’t have time to take me.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, there’s a river about four miles south of camp. It does the trick. I’ll take you tomorrow.” 

He scowled; he didn’t know where that offer had come from. He could have had one of his soldiers, or any other camper really, take her out to the river. But he didn’t rescind the offer and Y/N nodded happily.

“That would be wonderful.” She said rapturously. 

Dean nodded curtly again. “Yeah. And uh…you can do the school.” Y/N looked directly at him now and her face was surprised, but clearly thrilled. 

“Really?” 

He nodded and scowled. “Yeah, the kids'll get over it." He said with a nod to her red eyes. "But just make sure you all stay out of the way of the work in the camp. And let the parents know we’ll have some work for them during the hours their kids are gone. We can use the extra hands.”

Y/N nodded. “I’m sure they’ll be happy to help out where they can.”

Impulsively it seemed, she threw her arms around him, squeezing his arms tight to his sides as she hugged him. Shock coursed through him and he didn’t know how to move. Thankfully it was a brief hug and she was soon pulling away.

“Thank you so much, Dean. I’m so excited. I think it’s going to make a real difference. Just wait.”

As she bid him goodnight and bounced back into her tent, he shook his head, frowning deeply. 

Fuck, he thought, everything is too different already.

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[1nthedarknessofthenight]

﴾ i drink your blood and i eat your skin, part three.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x f!reader

genre: vampire au

word count: 4,2k

warnings: body insecurities ⋆ alcohol ⋆ smoking ⋆ mention of weed and that’s it?

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The thing was you never truly felt beautiful. You always felt like there was nothing really unique about you. Though you think that everyone had their own unique feature, something that made them stand out from others but for yourself? You felt and looked average. Having a slightly chubbier figure made you feel sometimes insecure. There were days when you liked how you looked then there were days you just wanted to rip your skin off. Seeing that even after multiple types of diets, you still end up looking the same, you gave up. You tried so hard to expect the truth. And in some way you expect that you just were bigger a long time ago but sometimes looking into a mirror made you feel like you should’ve not expect your body.

Buying clothes was horrible. Everything was too small and when you went to pick a bigger size, it was suddenly too big for you. The funny part was that you actually loved shopping and fashion, it was your quilty pleasure since childhood. Watching America’s Next Top Model, not knowing how much problematic the show was at your young age, made probably 90% of your personality back then. It was quite laughable how much your younger self dreamed about having that model figure. Still being small, you didn’t understand that it would be impossible to achieve it because of your body proportion but a girl can dream.

These thoughts only came to you when you were looking into a full length mirror or when you were trying on some purposeful thighter clothes. And right now? You were doing both of those things.

Your hands smoothen the soft fabric on your stomach, looking at yourself in the mirror carefully so there wasn’t any angle that can be missed. You were wearing thight black dress with long sleeves and a V-neck line. Actually the first reason why you pick this dress was for its long sleeves and decent length. The dress was a bit thighter than you remember but it’s also a long time since you pick it up from your closet.

Grimacing at the view, you then glanced at the thick piece of the ribbon on your neck. It hide your scratches perfectly. ‘At least something was good about this outfit’ you thought playing with the decorative rose on the side of your neck.

“Can I look now?”

Turning to the closed door a defated sigh lefts your lips. “Yes.” Watching your blonde friend come in to your room, you quickly admired how the blue dress complimented her figure and skin tone nicely, making you a little bit more self conscious about your own outfit. You didn’t want to compare yourself to her, there wasn’t any jealousy in your friendship but still…

As Mia scanned you from head to toe, her green eyes stopped trailing your figure to meet yours, seeing the emotions you tried so desperately to hide. “What’s wrong?”

For a moment you went quiet, turning back to look at yourself. Even wearing shape wear underneath, it really didn’t do anything to thighten your figure. You hated how jiggly it was, like a loose skin. “I don’t feel good.” Was your answer, you actually wanted to say much more than that.

“And why’s that?”

The lack of emotion in Mia’s voice made you feel stupid about this whole situation. Christ you were a grown woman and this is the biggest of your worries…

“It doesn’t look good on me…I don’t look good in it.”

The blonde shakes her head, sending you a small glare. “Why would you say that? You look amazing, girl.”

Pursing your lips, you watched yourself and your friend through the mirror. “I feel like a ugly girl trying to dress as a pretty one. I just don’t like this on me but I can’t do anything about it, this is only party dress I have! Maybe if I didn’t have hip dips…” Saying that you place her hands on your hips to fill them up, imagining.

“You know I think hip dips look cute.” Shrugs Mia coming to stand directly behind you. “They are like perfect holders for your hands.” Smiling, she than pressed her own hands over yours. “Even Bella Hadid has them!”

“Yeah.” You say, not sure in your answer before looking at your friend though the mirror. “But my name…my name’s not Bella Hadid.”

Mia laughed at your words, watching as you turn around to pose a little for her. “Do I at least look okay? If you would see me out on the streets, like would you think-“

The blonde shushed you softly, making you stop your rambling to look into her green eyes. “You look pretty Y/N, you always do. Yes, you’re bigger and what? Being bigger doesn’t make you any less beautiful, it’s just a stupid beauty standard. I know I’m not the most right person to say this when I’m literally as thin as a spaghetti but even I have insecurities. Everyone does! In the end it doesn’t mater as long as you realize that the only person standing in your way it’s you. Don’t make your insecurities make you.”

Pursing your lips to stop yourself from crying from how much you appreciated her. Seeing and hearing someone say this to you, means a lot when knowing they really meant it. Still there was this feeling that you will ever hear this from her only. God, you can’t even let yourself rest for a moment.

“Trust me when we will do your make-up, it’s gonna fall all together, we’re still not fully done~”

Both smiling softly at each other, you sat down on the bed together where all your makeup was spread out. You watched your friend pick up her sponge and your own foundation which she firstly swatches onto her hand. “Thank you, Mia…” You didn’t even know for what exactly – maybe for everything.

“I know I can’t change your mind~” Dabbing the make up sponge on your face, you pull your curled hair away to give her a better access. “Just remember it, okay?” Whispers the blonde know slightly too caught up in perfecting yours foundation.

You only hummed in a small agreement looking through the lipsticks. You won’t. “I think we should do a red lip.” You think out loud holding a tube of dark red lipstick, rolling it out to see the color in the light.

The blonde gasps in delight. “Oh, yes just the pop of color you need.”

You smiled at her softly. “Love you, Mia.”

“Love you too Y/N.” Laughs softly your friend before looking into your eyes. “This is gonna be our night.”

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A shiver runs down your spine, making you press your crossed arms closer to your chest. You grumble under your breath as your friend also shivers slightly. Mia just wouldn’t let you wear a jacket and you wished, you were more demanding for yourself and even her. The only reason you weren’t wearing one was just because it would ‘ruin’ your outfit. Maybe? But it definitely would made you feel warmer and safer. The last time you were wearing a dress didn’t end up well for you. Atleast you were on a busy street where all the clubs were located. Creeps would definitely be a better choice right now rather than some undead creature but right now you don’t want to think about that. You want to make yourself believe you weren’t actually in any danger that what happened that night will never happen again…well that’s what you hope for.

As you two turn around the left corner, you were meet with a long line of people that almost seemed unreal but after all it was the most popular club in this small city. “I already feel overstimulated and we’re just standing outside. You say to Mia as you make your way through the line, making people’s heads turn. It made you shrink into yourself.

Laughing before smirking, your friend turn to glance back at you. “Overstimulated you say?”

You roll your eyes at her words. “God…”

As the blonde laughed, you finally made it to the end of the line, well more like the beginning. At the main doors stood two bodyguards which one of them was arguing with some man that was probably trying to get inside while the other turned his attention to you. Mia smiled at the man before showing her ID as you pulled out your own, showing it to him. You tried to ignored the angry shouting of the man while the bodyguard moved to let you both in.

“You sure come here often.”

“I don’t actually but I always leave a good impression.” Smirking, the girl follows the sound of music.

Immediately after coming inside, your nose was hit with the smell of alcohol and the sudden warm, humid air made you take a deep breath. The loud bass of Just a Little Bit by 50 cent made your whole body vibrate and you for a moment admired the choice of a song and also that it wasn’t any garbage remix. Some clubs really didn’t know a way around music but you should’ve known better because your friend picked this place. You as for your friend watched how the dim place lightened up in hues of red. This place from where you stood looked huge. On the left side there was a bar and all around the room were tables with quite comfortable-looking sofas and the big dance floor in the middle couldn’t be overlooked. You were impressed.

Turning to Mia, you leaned your head closer to hers. “And who got a taste of that good impression?” Raising an eyebrow the blonde laughed, quickly scanning the crowd.

“That guy over there!” Mia pointed to the bar right where a middle aged man popped up.

You gasp in shock, watching as your friend now went to the same direction she just pointed. “Nooo Mia!”

“He’s actually a sweetheart.” Says your friend, looking over her shoulder at you. “I knew you wouldn’t get it, you always had a thing for pretty boys.” Rolling you eyes, you stayed silent after her remark, knowing that there was no way to talk yourself out of this nonsense or perhaps you agreed with her.

It’s really been a while since you had fun like this. Your constant worrying about the future almost made you forget about the present. There really was more to life than love and you knew that actually better than anyone, your constant chasing after the thing you have always wanted made you blind to see the other joyful things you can have in life. What more could you possibly want when having a friend like Mia. Sometimes you wondered if by having more friends would make you feel less lonely but then you remember that no one could possibly top your one true friend. But you were only human after all and there was nothing to do about the feeling of being unlovable.

Yes, there were people like Mia and her parents than maybe the Johnson’s family you grew to love but would there ever be a person that would be absolutely devoted to you?

Maybe?

You won’t quit fighting for this but maybe it was time for a small break. To be quite frank you don’t know if you even want someone to love you. It became a such fantasy to you that you wouldn’t know what to do if it ever happens. You don’t know if there will ever be person to love you how you wished to be loved. Your whole life was about feeling this unbearable loneliness and it became such a part of you that you were afraid to loose it and even more if it was for the wrong person.

You maybe had too much of red wine, already forgetting how many glasses you actually had. If there was red wine that’s all you would be drinking, completely opposite of your friend who know swallows down another shot of tequila and at that winning another round in the drinking contest she was playing. That girl for sure has livers made of steel. The man at the other side of the table surely didn’t expect this type of stamina from her and you from those ten shots surely would be laying on the floor by now.

Drinking down the last bit of your wine a sudden crave for some nicotine came over you. Stumbling slightly, you lean to whisper into Mia’s ear, well more like shout.

“Hey, I’m going out to get some fresh air, you coming with me?”

“Not know, I’m winning another glass of wine for you that okay?” The blonde didn’t even look up, watching the man on the opposite side of the table now having trouble swallowing his last shot. This calls for alcohol poisoning.

Humming loudly so your friend could hear, you smirked slightly. “Be right back.” Sometimes it surprised you how well you knew her friend. It was a bit hectic and difficult to get through the crowd of people but as you began pushing yourself out rather than asking for permission to make a room for to go through, it was quite easy.

Finally making it outside, you take a big breath of the cold, fresh air. It was more soothing than uncomfortable by the sudden change in temperature but you knew if you would spend enough time outside, you would definitely catch a cold.

Pulling out a cigarette and lighter from between your breasts, you maneuver your way around the few people standing there to stop at the corner of the building. When you took the fist hit from the cigarette, every muscle in your body loosens up. ‘Shit, maybe I’m an addicted little’, you laughed to yourself, leaning onto the brick wall. Maybe it was the alcohol but you actually started to feel that you looked quite good in this dress. Still no one came up to you or anything but that wasn’t really not that important because you are here with your best friend after all. The one person who made you feel good and the one person who actually loved the way you are.

You ran a hand through your hair, cringing when you felt how much your hair was stuck to your neck, the sweat damping and loosening those curls you had put so much time and effort in.

“I’m not gonna let him do that!”

The sudden loudness made you jump. Yes, people around you weren’t really quiet, laughing and chatting loudly and you could still hear the beat of the music from the inside but it was almost like someone had shouted right into your ear. It came right from behind the corner where you were standing. In annoyance from being spooked so easily, you lean over to look and maybe give them a quick nasty look back but as you do that every expression on your face immediately melts away, the smoke from your cigarette getting stuck in your throat.

You were in shock…It couldn’t be…you really must be drunk. But your vision was barely even blurry, so you didn’t have any choice but to believe what you were now seeing.

Your eyes were fixed on two figures standing under the street lamp that give them a spot light, making them perfectly be seen in the darkness. There, right there, just a few feet away from you, stood the sandy haired man, the same man that ripped someone’s heart out from their chest like it was nothing. The one of many reasons, you couldn’t get any good sleep and the man who wanted you dead. Even by seeing him once before now and in almost complete darkness, you knew that it was him and not just a fragment of your imagination. By being so in shock, your almost didn’t see the other man who was talking to him.

That man also had this – alluring aura around him that was luring you to come closer and take a closer look at his perfect pale skin, pink pouty lips and puffy cheeks. If you didn’t know better that he was most definitely also a vampire, you would’ve find him cute. The effect this creatures had over you were frightening but already having a taste of their true nature, you would like to say that it truly wasn’t effecting you that much as it seem to be.

You realized after moments of watching what this meant for you. He was here. ‘God, he must be here somewhere’. You had mixed feelings about this but you most definitely would say that you were scared. How unlucky can you be to get yourself in the situation, you so desperately prayed about not to come true? You shook off those thoughts just as you heard the men’s conversation get louder. You hope that the curiosity won’t kill the cat.

You leaned just a little back behind the brick wall, realizing how much you could be seen from your spot. Frown appeared on your face, watching the blonde man whisper something angrily to the other who seemed to try to keep a calm and collected expression. You got curious even more, thinking why this man was so angry…From the night it seemed that this emotion wasn’t quite uncommon from him but from the other man’s features, you could see that the thing they were talking about was something urgent and even important but you still weren’t close enough to them to hear.

Almost hissing in pain out loud, you felt your forgotten cigarette starting to burn your fingers, seeing that it was at it’s end, you without a second thought, throw it away but just as quickly as it lefts your hand, you wanted to scream at yourself for your idiocy. You threw it right next to you rather than the opposite direction you meant to.

Their conversation stopped the moment the cigarette hit the pavement, the sound like a gunshot because of their better hearing. Without thinking twice you quickly pressed yourself back onto the brick wall, hoping it would swallow you whole. At the exact same moment someone jumps at you.

Gasping out, you wrapped yourself in your arms in a way to protect yourself for what’s probably about to come. Looking up, you expect the worst but you were only met with the face of your best friend and you didn’t know if you should be thankful for her or punch her for her horrible timing. “Y/N, there you are!” Mia said loudly, shaking your shoulders, making you look around, scanning your surroundings. Your friend didn’t seem to catch your uneasiness and you didn’t wonder much why because you could smell the alcohol on her words miles away. ‘How is she even standing?’ “I have surprise for you!”

You frown slightly at her words. “What surprise?”

The blonde rolled her eyes at your unimpressed tone, grabbing your hand to drag you back inside. You felt little bit unsure about this, now knowing who was here with you but you didn’t know how or even what to say to your friend. Maybe you are just exaggerating, looking around yourself as you stepped back inside, the humid air hits you right across your face. There were so many people and also it was getting quite late. Your friend was basically a party animal till the clock hit a certain hour and it was now way past that. Only few more drinks and you will go back home…

Mia stopped suddenly at the middle of the dance floor, getting you both squished between the crowd of people in the process. You glance at her in confusion when you were suddenly released from her tight grip. “Wait….” Your friend said, pointing a finger at you while looking around. “Wait here!” The blonde said, giving you a small look before running away from you through the crowd before you could even think to say anything.

You stood there awkwardly around the moving bodies, little anxious from the situation you were put in. Sometimes you forgot how much you hated big crowds, the bodies squishing you and making you want to curl up into a ball. Also you didn’t want to be left alone right now and your prayers must have been heard because you could see Mia finally getting back to you. Thanks to the high heels and her light hair she shined in the darkness of the room, almost like an angel coming to your rescue.

Just as your friend stops right in front of you, you wanted to ask her what the surprise was but than you hear it…

You laughed in disbelief. “Are you for real?” You said over the music. In answer the blonde grabbed your hand, swinging it side to side as if to make you finally move in the sea of dancing people. You weren’t the only one happy as almost everyone around you started to sing the lyrics of one of your favorite songs. “What, you know the DJ too?” You asked, slowly starting to move into the beat of the music.

“He’s my cousin!”

“What?!” You spit out, laughing.

….That boy is a monster (Mo-mo-mo-monster)

The two of you twirled around each other, laughing in joy. “That boy is a monster~” You sung and finnally you seemed to get the taste of peacefulness you searched for.

“Mo-mo-mo-monster!” Shouted the blonde a little bit unnecessarily as it was almost as loud as the music but it only made you laugh more.

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A smile danced across your lips, the smudged lipstick at the corners of your mouth made your smile even more pronounced, watching your light haired friend skipping just few feet before you. It still was dark, even in the early hours and looking upon the sky, you were a little saddened that the stars weren’t visible. ‘It was probably because of the city’s lights’ It was also a little colder than before and it made your warmer hands pressed more onto your exposed chest. You could feel the sore throat coming.

You and Mia decided to go home after few more drinks, seeing it was enough alcohol and social interactions for the week on. Your fingers spread out across your chest, trying to cover up as much skin as possible, slightly grazing over the ribbon of your necklace. The other reason to go so ‘early’ was because of this uneasy feeling you got after the occurrence on your short smoke break. You really wanted to cry in frustration, feeling yourself thinking about that again. You just can’t be left alone or you would just overthink…

‘Or was this even overthinking?’ You were scared for your literal life and that seems like a good enough excuse. You were so close to him and he…, if you weren’t fast enough he would’ve seen you. The blonde man would look at you with his dark colored eyes and only just by a small glimpse, he would know the truth. Maybe he did see you…and if it wasn’t for your friend, maybe something would’ve happened. You weren’t so sure about being seen inside the club. You are certain that you haven’t seen even one of them inside because they would surely stand out in the crowd, they were too beautiful to not to be seen. As your fingers grazed over your small scars underneath your necklace, you wondered if he was there with them but you quickly tried to shake off that thought.

Maybe your mind was only playing tricks on you. If he really wasn’t there then why are getting this feeling of being followed right now, it was like two pairs of eyes were drilling holes into your head. It was just paranoia or maybe the alcohol but you really started to hate how your friend was getting quite far from you…

“Mia?” You called out, not seeing the need to be any louder than the soft breeze as you two were the only ones on the streets. Well…you hope so.

Your friend stops at the sound of your voice, looking over her shoulder. “Yeah?” The sudden movement made her stumble on her heels and it made you realize how much your own feet were hurting.

“Can I stay the night?” You asked slowly, looking at her from beneath your eyelashes, finally catching up with her.

That question made Mia laugh out loud, slapping you softly over your shoulder. “Girl, I thought we already agreed on that!” Relief washed over you, before chuckling softly at your own words. “You almost gave me a heart attack from the face you made!” Exclaimed the blonde.

“What face?” You said in confusion, trying to reminisce the exact same expression before your friend look at you with a grin.

“Like you you have seen a ghost-“ She imitates Ghostface before laughing loudly like a maniac.

“Oh, my god, I haven’t seen that in sooo long!” You gasped in a sudden burst of excitement.

The blonde shrugged, looking down at you. “Then let’s watch the first three movies together…the night is still young!”

That statement makes you shake your head. ”I don’t think-“ You started before hiccuping suddenly, covering your mouth with your hand. “I don’t know how you want to make that work…”

The blonde raised an eyebrow, looking at you like you said the stupidest thing ever. “I think this will help?” Mia trailed off, pursing her lips before showing three blunts that were hidden in her bra. You laughed again in disbelief. Your friend for sure will never cease to amaze you.

Grabbing one from your friend, you punched her arm, making her squeal dramatically from the force. “Ok, miss ‘smoking is bad for your health’…” The only answer you got back was an eyeroll.

Yeah, the night is still young…

[kiesbrainjuice]

I'm not sure if you're still accepting request but I want to try to send one. I already tried to send this request to some writers here who's accepting request but sadly they didn't noticed.

This idea might be cliche story for Nishinoya but I want to see how you do it with your style of writing.

3rd year Nishinoya x kouhai female reader oneshot. The reader is quite smitten for Nishinoya that leads to love confession before her senpai graduates from highschool. Though the reader is smitten for Noya, she's an accepting person, whether her senpai reciprocates her feelings or not. Something like that. It's up to you if you're going to sweet, bittersweet, or angst ending route.

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— EYES WITHOUT A FACE ! nishinoya yuu

syn : a shy first year girl confesses her crush to the 3rd year Nishinoya, leading to dates and the start of their relationship.

wc : 5.3k

tw : none ! oneshot

a/n : sure thing ! I think it’s an amazing plot ! plus I was searching for a good plot for yuu fictions 😭 ! so yeah I did one, I hope you’ll like it !!

The early morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Karasuno High School, casting a warm, golden glow across the empty corridors. As a second-year student, you had grown accustomed to the serene tranquility that enveloped the school before the morning rush. Today, however, felt different. Your heart was fluttering in your chest, a mix of excitement and anxiety that had become a familiar companion over the past few months. The reason for this upheaval in your otherwise calm life was none other than Nishinoya Yuu, the energetic and charismatic libero of the boys' volleyball team.

Your first encounter with Nishinoya had been nothing short of memorable. It was during the first week of the new school year, and you were still finding your way around the labyrinthine halls of Karasuno High. Lost and frustrated, you had been wandering aimlessly when you heard a cheerful voice call out to you.

"Hey, you look a bit lost! Need some help?"

Turning around, you saw him for the first time. Nishinoya Yuu stood there, a bright smile on his face, his spiky hair and confident demeanor instantly catching your attention. You had read about the infamous "Guardian Deity" of Karasuno in the school newsletter, but seeing him in person was an entirely different experience. He radiated an infectious energy that immediately put you at ease.

Blushing slightly, you nodded. "Y-Yes, please. I'm trying to find the science lab."

Nishinoya's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "No problem! Follow me, I'll show you the way."

As you walked together, he chatted animatedly about the school, his love for volleyball, and the upcoming matches. You found yourself captivated by his passion and the genuine kindness in his eyes. By the time you reached the science lab, you realized you had barely said a word, too engrossed in listening to him.

"Here we are," he announced with a flourish. "If you ever need help again, just look for me. I'm Nishinoya Yuu, by the way."

Smiling shyly, you introduced yourself. "Thank you, Nishinoya-senpai. I'm [Y/N]."

From that moment on, your days at Karasuno High were irrevocably changed. You found yourself looking forward to any opportunity to catch a glimpse of him, whether it was during lunch breaks, in the corridors, or at the volleyball matches you began attending religiously. Watching him play was mesmerizing; his agility, his unwavering determination, and the way he seemed to defy gravity as he leaped to make impossible saves left you in awe.

Your friends quickly noticed your growing infatuation and teased you about it endlessly. "You should just talk to him," they urged, but the thought of approaching Nishinoya outside of those chance encounters left you paralyzed with nerves. What if he didn't remember you? What if he thought you were just another fan?

Despite your reservations, you couldn't help but cherish the small moments that you shared. One afternoon, you were sitting in the courtyard, engrossed in a book, when a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Hey, [Y/N], what are you reading?"

Startled, you looked up to see Nishinoya standing in front of you, his usual bright smile in place. You felt your heart skip a beat as you struggled to find your voice.

"O-Oh, um, it's just a novel for…class," you stammered, holding up the book for him to see.

Nishinoya's eyes lit up with interest. "Cool! I like reading sports magazines and manga too. What's it about?"

As you explained the plot, you couldn't help but notice how attentive he was, his eyes never leaving yours. The conversation flowed more easily than you had anticipated, and for a moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

"Well, I should get going," Nishinoya said eventually, glancing at his watch. "Practice starts soon. It was nice talking to you, [Y/N]. See you around!"

You watched him walk away, your heart racing. Every interaction, no matter how brief, left you feeling like you were floating on air. You replayed those moments in your mind over and over again, finding solace in the fact that he seemed to remember you.

Your shyness around Nishinoya was both a blessing and a curse. It meant that every glance, every smile he sent your way felt like a precious gift, but it also meant that you struggled to express your feelings openly. You found yourself writing letters you never intended to send, pouring your heart out on paper in a way you could never do in person.

One particularly vivid memory stood out among the rest. It was during a particularly intense volleyball match against Aoba Johsai. You were in the stands, your eyes glued to the court as Nishinoya and his teammates fought valiantly. The atmosphere was electric, the tension palpable as the score remained neck and neck.

In a moment of sheer brilliance, Nishinoya made an incredible save, diving across the court and sending the ball back into play. The crowd erupted in cheers, and you found yourself on your feet, clapping and shouting his name.

After the match, you lingered near the gym, hoping for a chance to congratulate him. When he finally emerged, sweaty and exhausted but beaming with pride, you gathered all your courage and approached him.

"Nishinoya-senpai, that was amazing! You were incredible out there."

He grinned, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, [Y/N]! I'm glad you enjoyed the match. It means a lot to have your support."

His words sent a thrill through you, and you felt your cheeks heat up. "Of course! I'll always cheer for you and the team."

From then on, your admiration for Nishinoya only grew. You admired his dedication, his unwavering spirit, and the way he always seemed to find joy in everything he did. Every day, you looked forward to the moments when your paths would cross, even if it was just a fleeting glance or a quick exchange of words.

As the school year progressed, you found yourself becoming more involved in school activities, partly as a way to be closer to him. You joined the student council, started helping out with the volleyball club's events, and even took up photography, hoping to capture the essence of the team's dynamic and Nishinoya's incredible plays.

Despite your efforts, your shyness remained a constant hurdle. There were times when you caught Nishinoya looking at you, a curious expression on his face, but you always looked away, too afraid to meet his gaze. Your friends continued to encourage you, insisting that you should take the plunge and tell him how you felt, but you couldn't shake the fear of rejection.

In the quiet moments, when you were alone with your thoughts, you often wondered what it would be like to confess your feelings. You imagined the scenarios, rehearsed the words in your mind, but when faced with the reality of it, your courage always seemed to falter.

The gym was bustling with activity as the boys' volleyball team practiced their drills, the sound of sneakers squeaking on the polished floor and the rhythmic thud of the volleyballs reverberating in the large space. You had come to the gym after your student council meeting, hoping to catch a glimpse of Nishinoya in action. He was, as always, a whirlwind of energy and skill, diving and leaping with an intensity that never failed to impress you.

As you stood at the edge of the gym, watching the team, you noticed a small group entering the building. It took a moment for you to recognize them, but when you did, your heart skipped a beat. Kiyoko Shimizu, no longer the team manager but still as poised and beautiful as ever, walked in with Daichi, Sugawara and Asahi, two former team members who had also graduated. They were here to visit, their presence immediately causing a stir among the current team members.

Your eyes were drawn to Nishinoya and his best friend, Tanaka Ryu. The moment they spotted Kiyoko, their faces lit up with unmistakable excitement. They exchanged a quick, knowing glance before sprinting across the gym, their voices rising in a chorus of enthusiastic shouts.

"Kiyoko-san! Kiyoko-san!" Nishinoya and Tanaka yelled in unison, their exuberance echoing through the gym. They skidded to a halt in front of her, their expressions a mixture of awe and adoration. With the two of them practically bouncing on their heels, their eyes shining with a fervent admiration that was almost comical in its intensity.

Kiyoko smiled warmly at them, clearly accustomed to their antics. "Hello, Nishinoya, Tanaka. It's good to see you both."

Seeing them together like that, the way Nishinoya's face brightened at her presence, was like a punch to the gut. You had known he admired her, but witnessing it firsthand brought a fresh wave of hurt. The way he looked at her, the sheer joy and admiration in his eyes, made you feel invisible. It was a stark reminder that no matter how much you liked him, his heart seemed to belong to someone else.

You watched as Nishinoya and Tanaka vied for Kiyoko's attention, each trying to outdo the other with their antics. They were like two eager puppies, desperate for a pat on the head from their beloved owner. The rest of the team watched with amused smiles, clearly used to this display.

"Alright, alright, settle down, you two," Daichi said, chuckling as he placed a hand on Tanaka's shoulder. "We're here to watch the practice, not disrupt it."

Nishinoya nodded vigorously, his enthusiasm undiminished. "Right! We'll show you how much we've improved, Kiyoko-san!"

The practice resumed, but your heart wasn't in it anymore. You felt a hollow ache in your chest as you watched Nishinoya play with renewed vigor, clearly wanting to impress Kiyoko. The way he moved, the intensity in his eyes, all of it was directed towards her, and it hurt more than you had expected.

You tried to focus on other things, on the other players, but your eyes kept drifting back to Nishinoya. You couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and sadness, knowing that his heart was set on someone who was out of reach. The realization made you question your own feelings, wondering if you would ever be able to compete with the pedestal he had placed Kiyoko on.

As practice came to an end, you decided to leave quietly, slipping out of the gym before anyone could notice. The cool evening air hit your face as you stepped outside, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. It was painful to see Nishinoya so infatuated with someone else, but you couldn't blame him. Kiyoko was everything you admired—beautiful, strong, and kind. It was no wonder he looked up to her.

Walking home, you resolved to continue supporting Nishinoya from afar, even if it meant dealing with the heartache. You couldn't change his feelings, but you could be there for him, cheering him on and finding joy in his successes.

—-

The morning began with a sense of determination you hadn't felt in a long time. Today was the day you would finally confess to Nishinoya Yuu. Your friends had spent the entire previous evening pumping you up, convincing you that this was your moment. Their encouragement echoed in your mind as you stood in front of the mirror, psyching yourself up.

"You got this, [Y/N]. Just be confident," you whispered to your reflection before heading out the door.

At school, your friends gathered around you, their eyes full of excitement and anticipation. "Today's the day, right?" one of them asked, grinning.

You nodded, your heart already pounding in your chest. "Yeah, today's the day."

The first opportunity came during the morning break. You spotted Nishinoya near the vending machines, chatting with Tanaka. Summoning all your courage, you approached him, your hands trembling slightly.

"Nishinoya-senpai," you began, but before you could say anything else, a group of first-year students crowded around the vending machines, pushing you aside.

"Sorry!" one of them said, not noticing your disappointment.

Nishinoya smiled at you apologetically. "Catch you later, [Y/N]!" he called as he was swept away by the crowd.

You sighed, feeling a pang of frustration. "Almost," you muttered to yourself.

The next chance came at lunchtime. You had spotted him sitting under a tree in the courtyard, eating his lunch alone. This was perfect. Taking a deep breath, you walked over, your heart racing.

"Hey, Nishinoya-senpai," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

He looked up, surprised but pleased to see you. "Oh, hey, [Y/N]! What's up?"

"I was wondering if we could talk," you started, but before you could continue, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break. Nishinoya jumped to his feet, grabbing his things.

"Sorry, gotta get to class! Talk later?" he said, already heading towards the building.

You watched him go, feeling deflated. "Later," you echoed weakly.

As the day wore on, you found yourself growing more anxious and frustrated. Every time you tried to approach him, something got in the way. During the afternoon break, you saw him near the library, but just as you were about to call out to him, the loudspeaker crackled to life, announcing an urgent student council meeting. By the time you got out of the meeting, he was gone.

By the end of the day, you were exhausted and disheartened. You had tried so many times and failed each time. As you walked home, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink by the setting sun, you couldn't help but feel like giving up. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be.

Passing by the gymnasium, you heard the familiar sound of a volleyball hitting the floor. Curiosity got the better of you, and you peeked inside. There, alone in the dimly lit gym, was Nishinoya. He was practicing his receives, his movements sharp and focused.

Something inside you stirred. This was your moment. No interruptions, no crowds—just you and him. Taking a deep breath, you walked into the gym, the sound of your footsteps echoing softly.

"Nishinoya-senpai," you called, your voice wavering slightly.

He looked up, surprised to see you. "Oh, hey, [Y/N]! What are you doing here?"

You walked closer, your heart pounding. "I... I wanted to talk to you."

"Sure, what's up?" he asked, wiping sweat from his brow and giving you his undivided attention.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. "Nishinoya-senpai, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time."

He tilted his head, curiosity and a hint of concern in his eyes. "What is it?"

Your hands were trembling, but you pressed on. "I've admired you for a while now. I love your passion, your energy, and how you always give your all in everything you do. You inspire me, and... I really like you. I was wondering if... if you would like to go on a date with me."

The silence that followed felt like an eternity. Nishinoya's eyes widened, and for a moment, you feared the worst. But then, a slow smile spread across his face.

"Wow, [Y/N], I didn't know you felt that way," he said, his voice gentle. "I’m really flattered. You’re always so kind and supportive. I’d love to go on a date with you."

Relief and joy surged through you, and you couldn't help but smile back. "Really? You mean it?"

He nodded, his grin widening. "Yeah, really. How about this weekend? We can go to that new café in town."

"That sounds perfect," you said, feeling a lightness in your chest you hadn't felt all day.

Nishinoya laughed, a sound full of warmth and sincerity. "Great! It's a date, then."

As you left the gymnasium together, the sky darkening into twilight, you felt a sense of accomplishment and happiness that made all the failed attempts worth it. Nishinoya had agreed to go on a date with you, and that was more than you could have hoped for.

—

The weekend couldn't come fast enough. The anticipation of your first date with Nishinoya kept you on edge, your mind racing with excitement and nerves. When Saturday morning finally arrived, you spent extra time getting ready, carefully choosing an outfit that was both casual and a little bit special. You wanted to look your best for him.

The café Nishinoya had suggested was a quaint, cozy place on the edge of town, known for its warm ambiance and delicious pastries. You arrived a little early, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety. As you waited outside, you couldn't help but fidget, checking your reflection in the café's window every few minutes.

"Hey, [Y/N]!" Nishinoya's voice called out, breaking through your thoughts.

You turned to see him jogging towards you, his face lit up with a cheerful smile. He looked effortlessly cool in his casual clothes, his hair still slightly tousled from his usual style. The sight of him made your heart skip a beat.

"Hi, Nishinoya-senpai," you greeted, smiling nervously.

"Call me Yuu," he said with a grin. "We're on a date, after all."

Your cheeks flushed at his words, but you nodded. "Okay, Yuu."

He opened the door for you, and you both stepped inside the café. The smell of fresh coffee and baked goods enveloped you, instantly making you feel at ease. You found a cozy corner table and settled in, the soft hum of conversation around you creating a comfortable background noise.

"So, what do you want to try?" Yuu asked, scanning the menu.

"I heard their pastries are really good," you suggested. "Maybe we could share a few?"

"Sounds like a plan!" he agreed. "I'll get us some drinks. How about a cappuccino for you?"

"That would be great, thanks," you said, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

As Yuu went to place the order, you couldn't help but watch him, admiring the way he moved with such confidence and ease. It was hard to believe that you were actually on a date with him, the boy you had admired from afar for so long.

When he returned, he carried a tray with two steaming cups of cappuccino and an assortment of pastries. "Here we go," he said, setting the tray down. "Hope you're hungry!"

The pastries were as delicious as you had heard, and the cappuccinos were the perfect complement. As you ate and sipped your drinks, the conversation flowed easily. Yuu was full of stories about his adventures with the volleyball team, and you found yourself laughing more than you had in a long time.

"And then," Yuu said, chuckling, "Tanaka tripped over his own feet and fell face-first into the sand. We were supposed to be practicing our dives, but it turned into a comedy show."

You laughed, imagining the scene. "Sounds like you guys have a lot of fun."

"Yeah, we do," he agreed, his eyes twinkling. "But it's also hard work. We push each other to be better."

The hours seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, the sun was beginning to set. You both stepped outside the café, the evening air cool and refreshing.

"Thanks for today, Yuu," you said, feeling a warm glow in your chest. "I had a really great time."

"Me too, [Y/N]," he replied, his smile genuine. "Hey, there's a festival next weekend. Would you like to go with me?"

Your heart leapt at the invitation. "I'd love to!"

"Great! It's a date, then," he said, giving you a playful wink. "I'll pick you up at six?"

"Perfect," you agreed, feeling a surge of excitement.

—

The week passed in a blur of anticipation. You couldn't wait for the festival, imagining the fun you would have and the memories you would make. When the day finally arrived, you spent extra time getting ready, choosing a light summer dress that felt perfect for the occasion.

Yuu arrived promptly at six, looking excited and a little nervous. "Ready to go?" he asked, offering his hand.

You took it, feeling a spark of electricity at the contact. "Absolutely."

The festival was a riot of colors and sounds. Lanterns hung from every available surface, their warm light casting a magical glow over the bustling crowd. Stalls lined the streets, offering everything from delicious street food to handcrafted trinkets. The air was filled with the cheerful sounds of laughter, music, and the occasional pop of fireworks.

"This place is amazing," you said, looking around in wonder.

"Yeah, it is," Yuu agreed. "Let's check out the food stalls first. I'm starving."

You wandered through the festival, sampling various treats and enjoying the festive atmosphere. Yuu was full of energy, his enthusiasm contagious as he pointed out different stalls and suggested things to try.

"Have you ever tried takoyaki?" he asked, leading you to a stall that smelled heavenly.

You shook your head. "No, but I've always wanted to."

"You're in for a treat," he said, ordering a plate for you both. "These are the best."

He was right—the takoyaki was delicious, the perfect blend of flavors and textures. As you ate, you found yourself relaxing, the nervousness of earlier fading away in the warm, friendly atmosphere.

"Let's go see the games," Yuu suggested after you finished eating. "I'm pretty good at the ring toss."

You spent the next hour trying out various games, laughing as you both failed spectacularly at some and triumphed at others. Yuu won you a small stuffed animal at the ring toss, presenting it to you with a proud grin.

"For you," he said, his eyes shining with happiness.

"Thank you, Yuu," you said, accepting the gift with a smile.

As the evening wore on, the sky grew darker, and the festival lights shone even brighter. The highlight of the night was the fireworks display, and Yuu led you to a spot on a hill that offered the perfect view.

"Here, this is the best place to watch," he said, sitting down on the grass and patting the spot next to him.

You sat down, feeling the warmth of his presence beside you. As the first fireworks exploded in the sky, painting it with brilliant colors, you couldn't help but feel a sense of magic in the air.

"This is amazing," you said softly, watching the fireworks in awe.

"Yeah," Yuu agreed, his voice just as soft. "It really is."

For a moment, you both sat in comfortable silence, watching the display. Then, Yuu turned to you, his expression serious but warm.

"[Y/N], I had a really great time with you tonight," he said. "I know this might sound sudden, but... would you like to go out with me again? Like…as my girlfriend?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a mix of surprise and joy flooding through you. "I'd love to, Yuu," you said, your voice barely more than a whisper.

His face lit up with a radiant and full of love smile. "Really? You’re my girlfriend then?"

You nodded, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the summer night. "Really, I love you, yuu…"

As the final fireworks burst into the sky, his eyes widen and he leaned close to you, his lips brushing yours as his hand were on your neck, at the last fireworks, he smashed your lips with yours. You couldn't help but feel that this was the beginning of something wonderful...

“I love you too…[Y/N].”

It had been a month since you and Yuu had confessed your feelings under the fireworks. The two of you had enjoyed your moments together, keeping your relationship private, savoring the thrill of stolen glances and secret smiles. However, today felt different. You had decided to visit him during his volleyball practice, a gesture that hinted at your readiness to share your relationship with the world.

As you approached the gym, the familiar sounds of laughter, shouts, and the thud of volleyballs greeted you. You paused at the entrance, taking a deep breath, the scent of sweat and the sight of the team hard at work filling your senses. Your heart pounded with anticipation, and you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness.

There he was—Nishinoya, your Yuu, in the center of it all, his energy contagious as he encouraged his teammates. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, so alive and full of passion. Gathering your courage, you stepped into the gym and walked toward him.

"Yuu!" you called out, your voice cutting through the noise.

He turned, his face lighting up when he saw you. Without a second thought, he jogged over, a wide grin on his face. Before you could say anything, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, pressing a quick but affectionate kiss to your lips. Your cheeks flushed, and your heart raced at the unexpected public display of affection.

The gym fell silent. Every pair of eyes was on the two of you, shock and curiosity etched on their faces. The team had seen you around before, but this was the first time they witnessed such intimacy between you and their libero.

"Whoa, Nishinoya!" Tanaka's voice broke the silence, filled with surprise and amusement. "Did we just see that right?"

Nishinoya kept his arm around your waist, his confidence unwavering. "Yeah, you did," he said, his voice loud and clear. "Everyone, this is [Y/N]. We're dating."

A chorus of reactions followed.

"About time!" Sugawara said with a knowing smile, nudging Daichi. "I had a feeling something was going on."

"Well, I didn't see that coming," Asahi admitted, scratching his head, but his expression was warm and accepting.

Hinata and Kageyama looked at each other, eyes wide. "No way! Nishinoya-senpai has a girlfriend?" Hinata exclaimed, his voice filled with awe.

Kageyama nodded slowly, still processing the information. "I guess we should've known. He's always been bold."

Tsukishima adjusted his glasses, a smirk playing on his lips. "This explains why he's been in such a good mood lately."

Yamaguchi elbowed him lightly, grinning. "Come on, Tsukki, let them have their moment."

Tanaka, however, took a more dramatic approach. He fell to his knees, clutching his chest as if in pain. "Noya, how could you?" he wailed, his voice filled with mock sorrow. "I thought we were best friends! How could you keep this from me?"

Nishinoya rolled his eyes but laughed, clearly amused by his friend's theatrics. "Relax, Tanaka. It’s not like I was hiding a secret identity or anything."

"Still," Tanaka sniffed dramatically, wiping away imaginary tears, "I expected better. I'm heartbroken, man."

You couldn't help but giggle at the exaggerated display. "I'm sorry, Tanaka," you said, trying to keep a straight face. "We'll make it up to you, I promise."

Tanaka's expression brightened instantly. "You better! I expect to be the first to know about all future developments!"

Nishinoya looked down at you, his eyes shining with happiness. "I wanted everyone to know," he said softly, just for you to hear. "No more hiding."

You nodded, feeling a rush of relief and joy. "I'm glad," you whispered back.

The rest of practice continued with a new energy in the air. The team seemed to feed off the excitement of the reveal, their spirits high and their camaraderie even stronger. You stayed to watch, cheering them on and exchanging smiles with Yuu whenever your eyes met.

After practice ended, the team gathered around you both, eager to know more about your relationship. Nishinoya held your hand proudly, answering their questions with enthusiasm.

"So, how long has this been going on?" Tanaka asked, his curiosity palpable.

"About a month," you replied, glancing at Yuu with a smile. "We wanted to keep it to ourselves for a bit."

Sugawara nodded, his expression understanding. "Makes sense. But we're happy for you guys."

"Thanks, Suga-san," Yuu said, his gratitude genuine. "It means a lot."

As the team dispersed, heading to the locker room to change, Nishinoya pulled you aside, his eyes soft with affection. "Thanks for coming today," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "It made everything feel more real."

"I'm glad I did," you replied, your heart full. "I love you, Yuu."

"I love you too," he said, kissing you again, this time more tenderly.

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[xandertheundead]

Everybody Samba! Happy Birthday, José!

Dancing wasn’t something Panchito ever really thought about too much.

Maybe it was because he had grown up with it all around him.

His mother teaching all her children from an early age on how to go with the rhythm when music was played, from holding them as small chicks on her hip as she moved about to actual lessons as they grew older. The parties that his brothers took him to once he was old enough and he watched how they pulled the girls close to them and moved so well to the beat that he couldn’t help but be impressed even if they were his annoying older brothers. Sometimes watching amazingly dressed dancers perform the Concheros dance when his dad would let him come to Mexico City with him to help with work needing done there.

Moving his feet and hips were something that just happened and luckily he was good at it, especially once he started to take music seriously.

Learning to move well while holding his guitar and holding a note had taken some practice, his brothers laughing at him and his sisters offering all of their annoying opinions. Eventually he was able to move his hips without missing a single cord or becoming too breathless to sing at his full potential, which he could not help but gloat when the girls started to pay more attention to him than the other boys around.

Dancing was something second nature. Something that he found fun to do especially with other people, but it had never been something that he loved or needed, music filled that area of his heart. So when he met Donald and José he wasn’t quite sure how to react to how much they loved to move, almost more than they did creating music.

He knew that Donald and José had known each other for a while before he had come around, sometimes feeling a little unsure as to where he stood when they would laugh at inside jokes or were off talking in their own world. It was never more apparent that they were more in sync than he was when they started to dance. The strangest thing to Panchito was that they didn’t even need music to dance, José would just start tapping a beat against a table or start whistling a tune and soon Donald and him were moving about the room with their hands clasped. The first few times it had happened, Panchito had felt awkward, something he rarely felt, not understanding and not wanting to intrude on their moment so he would go somewhere else to work on a new song or something for them.

It was around the fourth time that as he got up to go, a hand grabbed his arm and he looked over to see Donald grinning at him. “Where you going, pal?”

He looked across the room when he heard José laugh. “If you want to leave, meu amigo, you have to pay the tax.”

Panchito frowned in confusion. “Tax?”

José picked up two hotel pens and started to beat them against the notebook Panchito wrote their music in, the beat becoming louder as he drummed. “Yes! The dance tax! If you wish to leave you must dance with us, at least for a little bit!”

Being pulled around by Donald that first time had been strange but fun, Panchito unable to stop his laughter as Donald tried to twirl him but his height made it a bit difficult.

After that first time, even if he didn’t join in, Panchito never felt like an outsider anymore. From then on if he saw Donald shift a certain way or José start to rock his shoulders and they had no music he would make it for them. He would grab his guitar and strum a lively turn, the two of them yelling in excitement as they started to dance with everything they had. José had even let Panchito try his hands at the parrot’s magical umbrella, the Brazilian bird chuckling as he tried to get it to make sound when it had no strings or mouth pieces. José promised lessons if Panchito ever wanted to really learn and then played an amazing trumpet solo on it like it was nothing.

However, on the days he wished to join, he would use his voice to give them something to dance to. Spinning, swaying and shimmying with his friends as he sang loudly to any song he thought they might enjoy.

He was truly impressed with their moves.

When he had joined the group he had assumed that Donald would have no rhythm or moves, the duck’s flat feet and lack of Latin flare didn’t seem promising. He admits freely that it had been wrong of him to think that way, his friend able to move easily to any beat he played. Donald was also able to watch any complicated move that Panchito or José did and after only a few tries was able to pull it off with no real issues.

Panchito always felt a source of pride when strangers who judged Donald the way he had in the beginning were shocked and surprised when the duck started to dance. Panchito would always let out the loudest wolf whistle when Donald started to shake his hips, the stereotypical duck waddle turning into something tantalizing instead of awkward and he loved how red his friend would get at the attention.

He had also learned that he loved to watch Donald dance because of how happy it made his friend. The duck was usually so filled with anxiety and rage that when Panchito saw all of that fall away he wanted to give the loudest grito ever out of happiness. His dearest friend deserved to be happy all of the time.

Then there was José.

The Brazilian parrot was on a whole other level when it came to moving to the music. Having the skills and rhythm to move to the beat was essential when it came to being a good dancer, but the way José moved? It was more than that.

When José danced, everyone took notice, heads turned immediately as soon as José took those first steps.

The samba.

Panchito could still remembered the strange embarrassed feeling he had the first time he had heard José say that word. His accent curling around the letters when he said them, wistful and slow, as if he were speaking of a lover he could never forget and it made Panchito blush. He had thought the parrot was being dramatic, after all it wasn’t unusual for men like José and himself to have a love of the theatrics every now and then, so he had just pushed past the warmth in his gut, laughed and they moved on.

He had been a fool to laugh at that.

The samba was not just a dance to José he came to learn, it was so much more.

It was his art, the way he would twist, turn, shift and thrust was done with the same amount of love Panchito poured into his singing and playing.

It was his life, the way he could never truly be completely still, except for when intoxicated but even then he would dance best he could until he passed out.

It was in his blood. Generations of culture and love of his country pulsing through José’s veins as he moved, Portuguese coming out of his mouth fast as he moved so perfectly to the beat. Sometimes it struck Panchito dumb just watching how this frustrating and breathtaking friend of his could give himself so fully into something when in other areas José kept quiet.

The closer Panchito got to José, the more he could see that the parrot’s laidback and easygoing attitude was not truly who José was. He could be insecure, melancholy, angry, irrational, excited, petty, mean and sweet. It took years before the veil of José Carioca was pulled completely off and Panchito was allowed to meet Zé.

However, before José allowed him to see these feelings on his face, Panchito realized he expressed them through dance. The way he would stamp his feet roughly, movements become sharp and precise when he was angry or a softer sort of dance with small steps and his hips rolling slower when he was sad. After that, he learned that José was just like him, but instead of using his voice he used his body and it was truly beautiful.

[bordysbae]

Hi 18. "he's my best friends brother" with jack Hughes please!

“sometimes you need to shut up”

jack hughes x f!reader

okay ik i say this about literally every story, but i fr do not like this at all?? i feel like it’s very rushed and cheesy so i apologize ugh

wc: 1.7k

your mother and ellen went to high school together. they were always close but never considered themselves best friends, until college. they ended up at the same college, and everything took off from there. you and luke are the same age, and you’ve grown up with the hughes family.

you’ve always thought jack was attractive, but he was basically just the noah flynn to your elle evans. your best friends hot older brother who was totally off limits. he always treats you like a little sister, and you hate it. but either way, the hughes family has become a major part of your life, which is why you’re currently on luke’s couch, holding his hand as the new jersey devils are selecting next.

luke’s hand is squeezing yours so tightly that it’s hurting you a little bit, but you’d never tell him that. jack is sat on the other side of you and from his body language you can tell he’s nervous as well. of course he wants his younger brother to play on the same nhl team as him, and that’s exactly what he got. before you can even realize it, luke’s name is called, and you bolt to your feet. you move out of the way so that quinn and jack can hug like first, but you’re surprised when jack grabs your wrist and pulls you into their hug.

“you’re just as important to luke as we are, get in here y/n/n,” jack says to you, making you smile. after the hug you quickly scurry out of frame so that the boys can do their thing for the camera, and you watch as luke puts on a devils cap atop his curly brown hair. you smile at the sight of him and jack, and soon realize you’re staring at the older boys beaming smile. you immediately dart your eyes away from jack, and see your mother and ellen smirking at you. you roll your eyes at them, knowing that they’ve had a lingering suspicion since your sophomore year of highschool that you have feelings for jack.

you adjust your white dress acting as if you didn’t get caught staring, looking down to hide the embarrassment on your cheeks. after all of the tv media stuff, it’s finally time for personal photos. while the boys are getting their photos taken, you venture over to where the moms are standing. “oh ellen, you’ve raised the best boys. it’s amazing how all three of them are in the nhl, isn’t it?” you say. ellen places her hand on your shoulder and smiles at you.

“you know, you mean so much to them, right? and not just luke, jack too,” ellen teases, making your mouth fall agape slightly.

“oh ellen leave my daughter alone! she’ll admit her feelings eventually,” your own mother joins in.

“he’s my best friends brother! i do not have feelings for him!” you exclaim, trying to prove your point to both them and yourself. despite always pretending you don’t have feelings for him, you know you do.

suddenly an arm rests on top of your head, and you hear a males voice speak up behind you. “have feelings for who?” jack chuckles, as he still has his arm resting on top of your head. a lump forms in your throat and you quickly swallow it.

“no one jack, get outta here! we’re having a girl talk!” ellen tells her middle son.

“well luke told me to come, he wants to take pictures with a little someone over here,” he says, obviously meaning you. for some reason, your heart starts to flutter at his words and the direct attention he’s giving you. this is exactly why you have feelings for him, he treats you like you’re someone of importance to him, and it makes you feel good, maybe even happier.

jim then walks over and starts talking to the mothers about dinner plans, and that’s when jack whispers something in your ear. “me, you, luke, and quinn should steal some of my parents alcohol for later, whatcha think?”

you nod your head in agreement and watch as the moms turn back around to face you both, unaware of what just happened behind them. “well, i guess that’s my cue to go, but we’re not done with this conversation! i still have a point to prove!” you say, pointing a finger between the two mothers, who can’t contain their giggles. you roll your eyes playfully and make your way over to luke.

“y/n about time! and why are you cheeks so pink?” luke chuckles. your eyes go wide, you had no idea you were blushing from your encounter with jack.

“oh uh, just really hot with all these people in the house, y’know?” you say, and he nods. he places his devils hat ontop of your head, making you smile. you guys take plenty of pictures, and you begin to look through them scoping out the instagram worthy ones.

—

after all of the draft stuff is done, you guys had a nice dinner, and now you and the boys are sat outside by the fire pit. you told your mom you’d walk home since you only live four doors down, and she trusts you so she said it was alright. despite you guys thinking you snuck the alcohol, both parents are well aware that you guys drink whenever you’re alone. it’s been a tradition every time quinn and jack are home at the same time, but you all still think a secret.

you’re a pretty buzzed since you’re a bit of a lightweight, and start dozing off slightly. the last face you see before you close your eyes fully is jacks, since he’s in the chair across from you. you’re awoken to strong arms carrying you out of the chair you’re sat in, and bringing you inside.

both the alcohol and drowsiness makes you utterly confused, and you mumble something that quickly sobers you up the second it slips out of your lips. “mm jack you’re really strong, and you smell good too,” you say. immediately you realize what you just said and open your eyes fully. luke’s face says it all, and your mouth falls agape.

as soon as luke reaches the top of the stairs he puts you down from his arms, and looks at you with an all serious facial expression. “y/n, what did you-“ “luke im so sorry” you interrupt him, tears forming at the brim of your eyes. you don’t know why you’re crying, but you assume it’s from the alcohol. immediately luke wipes your tears, “no no no why are you crying? i’m not mad, i just have a question i’ve been dreading asking you.”

“what is it?” you ask, sniffling a little bit. your emotions are all over the place due to the current state of your intoxication level.

“do you like jack? i’ve had a feeling you did for the longest time now, but i never wanted to jump to conclusions. i’m not mad i promise, if anything i want you guys together. do you know how awesome it would be if you became my sister?!” luke chuckles, clearly a bit tipsy.

“oh luke, yes. i do like your brother, and i’ve tried so hard to push the feelings away, but they just never go. i’m really sorry,” you plead.

“don’t apologize, i mean i wish you would’ve told me sooner but too late for that now. you should tell him, i see the way he looks at you y/n. i’m serious.”

you almost snort at his last sentence, but you bite back your laughs, “luke what? are you crazy? he doesn’t even live here anymore! it’s such a pointless thing if i tell him.”

“look, i’m his brother and im telling you to do it. i know jack like the back of my hand. y/n there’s a reason he always treats you differently than other girls. you’re important to him, i’m serious.”

“yeah yeah whatever, you’re crazy. anyways i told my mom i’d be home before 1 and it’s already 12:30 so i better get going,” you smile up at him.

“let me walk you home”

“okay, let me get my shoes,” you say as you walk down the stairs. as you’re walking, ellen creeps out of her room, “luke honey, do you mind getting me a glass of water?”

luke turns around to face his mother, and nods his hand, “i’ll be back,” he says. suddenly jack walks in from outside and notices you waiting by the front door, “you heading home?”

“yeah, just waiting for luke to walk me home,” you smile.

“let me walk you home, luke takes forever. i’m sure you’re parents are waiting for you anyways.”

“you sure? i can always wait…”

“yes i insist, cmon,” jack says as he started to unlock his front door.

—

the late night humid air hits your skin, and the sound of crickets fills the air. the only thing illuminating you and jack are the street lights and the moon. you’re still a little tipsy, and get a random urge to tell jack your feelings, and so you do.

“jack i need to tell you something,” you blurt out.

“hm? what is it?” he says, turning his head to face you.

“i like you, a lot. i always have, actually. i know you don’t feel the same but i have alcohol in my system and luke told me to tell you so-” you ramble, but get interrupted.

“sometimes you need to shut up y/n,” jack says before leaning in to kiss your lips

[ash5monster01]

Just The Way You Are

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!Tomboy/Mechanic

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Steve was used to girly girls, and maybe that’s why he noticed you, because you weren’t what he was used too. It surprises you both when you realize just how easily you work together in the end.

word count: 2k

Masterlist

Steve had been on hundreds of dates. Each time with a girl who loved small skirts, pink lip gloss, glittery eyeshadow, and Madonna. He was used to these girls, them all looking the same with their big hair, and pink clothes. So every time a girl like that walked into Family Video that fit the bill, he’d flirt, ask her out, and watch as she giggled cutely at his attempts. It was second nature by now and he had grown used to being attracted to these girls. You were different.

He noticed you the first Friday of his first week at the store. It was October and the first Friday night he had to sacrifice for the job. It had just turned to 5 o’clock and he had about thirty minutes until the store was swarmed with people looking for films to fill their weekends with. He stared out the windows, patiently awaiting the rush, when he saw you step out the mechanic shop across the street. You were walking straight for the store and he watched you the whole way. By the time you reached the building he got a better look.

Your hair was pulled back in a messy braid, stray hairs slipping out, but you didn’t seem to mind like most girls did. He could instantly tell he put more work into his hair than you did your own. You wore coveralls tied at your waist, leaving you in a white tank top that was splotched with grease just like your bare arms. He realized he had never seen a woman mechanic before. The only girly thing about you being the small silver chain that hung from your neck. You perused the shelves and his eyes dropped to your shoes, the black converse clearly worn in. A large hole on the side of the one, and he realized the shoes barely held themselves together. Yet he knew it wasn’t cause you couldn’t afford new, you just were comfortable, the shoes an extension of yourself.

“Anything new?” Your voice startled him, not expecting it to sound so sweet based on how you looked. His eyes left your shoes, looking up to meet your own as you held a copy of Indiana Jones.

“We just got Girls Just Want To Have Fun in, been hard to keep on the shelves” Steve suggested, used to giving girls the suggestion considering the minute it hit their shelves it had barely been in the store since. You gave him a dumbfounded look, amazed he would suggest something so girly to you. The minute he saw your face he realized he was wrong. “We also have Just One of The Guys”

You let out a bubbly laugh, straight from your belly, and Steve’s heart flipped over at how beautiful the sound was. You quickly set down the Indiana Jones copy and moved to the counter. “Ring it up”

“Really” he asked, surprised by such a reaction. You nodded, a grin still etched on your face.

“Sounds good, and it deserves a watch after giving me a laugh like that” Steve noted how beautiful your smile was, you didn’t need to be girly to prove that.

“Okay, I’ll grab it for you” he said and sauntered off to find it. Once he returned he had rung it up, you paid, and he informed you when it was due back.

“I’ll let you know how it was” you told him, smile still perched perfectly on your face. He nodded, a bit flustered from the interaction which he hadn’t expected.

And that was how it started. You returned that Friday, the movie in your hand, ready to exchange for another. You told him the movie was good and he should watch it himself. Which he did later that night, and every Friday since you had been back to return a tape and replace it with another. He had gotten to know you slowly, realizing you were just as interesting as any other girl, if not more. Because of this he didn’t understand how you were here every Friday night instead of out with friends or guys.

“Do you ever not watch movies on the weekend?” He asked as he rung up your latest choice. You rose your eyebrows at him, eyes shining in amusement.

“Nope, the only way I wouldn’t watch a movie on a Friday night is if I had a date. If you haven’t caught on by now, I don’t normally have dates” you quipped, joking about the subject lightly but Steve still felt his heart hurt for you. This life had to have some sense of loneliness.

“Do you think that might be because you hide out at home watching movies instead of going out and meeting people?” He teased back, not wanting to make you feel bad because he realized how sad your statement was.

“What about you Steve? Do you think hanging out with those little kids instead of going out might be the reason you work every Friday night instead of asking off?” Steve’s mouth gaped open, not sure how to respond as you grabbed your movie and left with a light chuckle.

After that you guys were close. He eagerly awaited your arrival every Friday, the brief interactions being the only thing to get him throughout the week. You’d tease him, he’d admire you, and then you’d leave, and he’d kick himself for not trying to make a move. The thing was he wasn’t sure how to considering you were so different from the girls he knew. He knew his lame flirting attempts wouldn’t make you giggle like it did to girls in floral dresses, it would probably just offend you.

He hadn’t realized how much you had become apart of his weekly routine until a Friday you finally didn’t show up. He waited and waited but you never came, your car missing from the mechanic shop across the street. Then he realized what it had meant and his stomach had dropped. You were on a date and it wasn’t with him. He was upset but still paid your late fee because he knew you’d return it to whoever was working in the morning.

As he closed the store he couldn’t keep his mind off of it. Going a week without seeing you kind of killed him. It also hurt to know that you said if you ever weren’t watching a movie on a Friday night, you were on a date, and for the first time he realized this wasn’t some weird attraction he couldn’t explain. He just really really liked you and had denied it because he thought he strictly liked the girly girl type. Maybe this whole time he was wrong, he could like you just the same, maybe even more. He spent too much time on his hair, what he wore, and you were carefree and just as beautiful, and maybe that was why he was attracted to you. So he went off to find you, remembering you once mentioned where you lived since your landlord was being a dick about fixing the sink in your kitchen.

The sight of your car parked outside made his heart rate pickup and he prayed your date wasn’t inside there with you. He pulled his car into park beside your own and quickly talked himself up. He didn’t normally get nervous around girls but he figured the ‘you look really pretty today?’ line would make you laugh like you did the first day you met. He shed his video store vest, throwing it in his passenger seat as he pushed open the car door and moved to approach your door.

Quickly he knocked before he could back out and in moments you had opened the door. For the first time ever he saw your hair perfectly in place, curls formed around the shape of your face. You wore jeans and a black blouse but your converse were still on your feet. Loyal as ever. His eyes had just caught the silver chain, laid above cleavage he had never seen as you gave him the sweetest confused look, mascara placed lightly on your eyes.

“Wow” he breathed out and you continued to stare at the video store boy in front of you.

“Steve, what are you doing here?” You had just gotten home, not yet torn the uncomfortable clothes off yet.

“You didn’t come in for a movie?” He muttered, mulling in the fact you looked so different, and he wasn’t sure he liked it.

“Yeah, I had a date” you said, pushing the door open as an invite as you walked back in, hand tugging through the stupid curls in your hair. Steve nervously stepped in, shutting the door behind him.

“Oh” he sighed out and you chuckled dryly as you pulled your shoes off. “How was it?”

“Terrible” you grumbled, not really wanting to discuss it. Steve felt his face fall, upset you didn’t have a good night at least.

“Why?” He found himself asking as you opened a door to what he assumed was your room. He watched as the lights flicked on and you began to speak, now out of his sight.

“Guy was a customer at the shop, he figured I just dressed the way I did for work. He wasn’t too happy when I showed up in jeans and sneakers. Thing was, he was lucky I even did my hair and put on a blouse. Hell I even have makeup on” you complained, the lights turning off in your room as you returned now in a large t-shirt and shorts. Your hair a bit messy but more fitting in a sense.

“That’s bullshit” he muttered and you nodded as you plopped down on your couch.

“Now why are you actually here Steve?” You asked and he awkwardly shifted to sit beside you on the couch, unsure how to explain his thought process.

“I’m not really sure, it’s just when you didn’t show up today I was kind of disappointed” you furrowed your brows, confused by what he meant as he said this.

“Weren’t you the one picking on me to go out on Friday nights?” You asked, surprised he even cared if you were there or not.

“Yeah, but I didn’t realize it would bother me then. I was jealous” your eyes widened as he said this, never expecting King Steve to have a crush on a girl like you.

“Jealous?” you questioned, wanting to confirm that you weren’t crazy and Steve was admitting his feelings.

“Yeah, it surprised me but I look forward to seeing you every week. You are pretty much the only reason I stay in that terrible store. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it sooner, you were damn near the prettiest thing I ever saw that first day you came in-” You cut off Steve, your lips crashing onto his because you remembered that first day.

You hadn’t expected the newest employee to be one of the most popular and good looking guys in town. And there you were in coveralls and grease stains on your arms, and no chance you’d ever take that image out of his head. He would see you like every guy did, manly, and that threatened them. Yet hearing he thought you were beautiful, at your most comfortable and vulnerable state was something you didn’t realize you needed to hear until now.

It didn’t take long for Steve to react to the kiss, a natural when it came to acts of passion. Apparently calling you pretty ended up working after all. So his hand curled in your hair, pushing you closer to him. His mouth was hot, and you roamed it with your tongue, curling around his own. The small content hum he let out made you smile against the kiss. Soon you pulled back for air, keeping your forehead pressed against his own as your chest heaved into his.

“I didn’t expect that” he chuckled and you smiled wide, just like that first day in the store. Beautiful without trying.

“Neither did I” you told him and he smiled at you, content with the fact that kissing you felt just right.

“Also fuck that guy, you’re the best looking girl I’ve ever seen and you don’t have to paint your face with makeup to prove that” and you kissed him again, because only Steve Harrington had made you feel like the most perfect girl in the world.