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todoroki-waifu · 3 years ago

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Can I ask for some fluff with Chifuyu~~Where girlfriend reader is use to being affectionate (she’s a naturally affectionate person) so when saying sweet things to him, hugging, cuddling, hand holding, etc. she’s not shy about it and doesn’t really blush compared to Chifuyu who is the opposite! Like he’s always blushing bad and nervous with her being so sweet or close like that. So what if one time Chifuyu decides to be confident and try and make her blush hard for him instead?!! What does he do and/or say💗?

Note: Thank you soooo much for the request! I’m so sorry that this is so late! Not sure if you saw my previous post, but I was out of town and got sick. Feeling much better now! Please don’t hate me!

Chifuyu x F! Reader

Warning: Some slight suggestive NSFW themes? Cursing (just ass and hell was used a couple times here). Female reader.

Genre: Fluff and comedy

Word Count: 1,193

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Note: This was the video I used for reference lolol. Chifuyu was desperate. He wanted to make you feel the way he did. He wanted to see if he could make you nervous or blush.

No.

He needed to know if he could also make your heart flutter the way you did to him.

But maybe going to Baji wasn't really the best idea. Chifuyu was hesitant at first, but he trusted his captain and hoped that he could provide him with some quality advice.

"Slap her ass." "Wha-what?" "You know, give her ass a little smack." Baji said as he tied his hair back to keep cool from the burning sun. The Toman gang and you were hanging out at the park, taking advantage of the clear weather and summer break. "I can't do that! That's disrespectful!" "Not unless she told you she likes and wants you to do it." Baji replies quickly. He'd never suggest touching anyone without permission. "I wouldn't know. I never tried it." You and Chifuyu have been dating for a few months, but your physical touches only consisted of kissing, holding hands, and hugging. He was too nervous to go any further. He really valued your and his relationship! "Okay, okay. I got it." Baji grins as he calls you over. "Wait, what's your idea?" He sees you slowly approaching him. "Tell her her ass looks juicy. It's a trend going around and apparently girls like it." "What?! I can't say that! Isn't that a little too much?" Chifuyu was trying to think of an alternative but it was too late. "Say what?" You smile at your boyfriend, tilting your head as Baji slaps his hand on his friend's back. "Yeah, buddy, you told me to call her over. What did you wanna say?" He encouraged his vice captain. "Oh, need some privacy? My bad. Let me give you some space." "Everything okay?" You asked, seeing how he looked a bit nervous once Baji left. "Ye-yeah. I just wanted to tell you that your b-butt looks. . . j-juicy." God he just wanted to punch himself until he passed out. This was such a bad idea! Why the hell did he even go with Baji's plan!? "Wait, really? You think so?" Chifuyu hears the excitement in your voice, taking a moment to process your reaction. He thought you'd slap him or think of him as a pervert! "Ye-yeah! It looks great!" He quickly responds. "I'm so happy!" You squealed as you did a little dance. "I've been training with Mikey and doing these new exercises to build my endurance. I have noticed that my muscles are a little bit tighter so I'm glad you noticed, too!" You've been learning how to fight so you wouldn't be a liability to the others. Your main goal was to keep up in a fight so you weren't really focused on building your bottom. But hey, you'll take the added bonus. "Really? Well, it's been paying off! You look amazing, babe! I mean, you always do." Chifuyu felt slightly guilty that he didn't notice until you twirled around a bit. He didn't want to be rude if you caught him staring, but he did steal enough glances to realize a difference. In all honesty, he didn't care much for physical looks. What was important to him was the inside and you had one beautiful soul. "Yay! Thank you!" You turned to the side to show more of your backside. "Did you wanna touch it?" Cue Chifuyu's face erupting into different shades of red. ----------- The first attempt was a failure for him. The only positive was that you were happy with your progress, but you didn't blush once! It was your date night today so he thought he'd try out his new approach this time. Without his captain's help. He got the idea from one of his shoujo mangas and prayed that it would be a success. Chifuyu arrived earlier than the designated meeting time, not wanting to be late. "Chifuyu-kun!" He heard you call his name as you rushed over to him. "Sorry, I hope you weren't waiting too long." "Not at all. I just got here as well." "That's good. I was afraid I wasn't gonna make it. There's a lot of people out today." You fixed your hair. "How do I look? It was super crowded at the train station." "Gorgeous as always." He smiles as he gently takes your hand and plants a soft kiss. "Ready to go, princess?" The only nickname he's ever used with you was 'babe' or 'baby' so he thought to switch it up a bit this time. "Princess?" Although his heart was pounding at his attempt to act smooth around you, he kept his gaze on you. Was that a blush? Was your heart finally fluttering? "That's new. I love it!" You giggle as you now wrap your arms around his neck. "Then if I'm your princess, that means you're my prince." He feels you lay a quick kiss on his lips as you stare lovingly at him. "O-of course!" Now he was faltering. "I hope that our story will have a 'happily ever after'." You buried your face in his chest and he's thankful that you couldn't see his flustered reaction. Chifuyu's heart is joyfully dancing in his chest while he couldn't believe that you'd want a happy ending with him, too!

----------- Note: This video was used for reference lolol. The vice captain's next effort was inspired by a video he saw while scrolling through his phone. This had to be it! He's never done this before so he was excited to see your reaction. You were hanging out in his room, trying to pick a movie to watch. While you browsed through the selection, he asked if you could stand up. "I wanna show you something." He tries his best to not stutter. "Sure! What is it?" "Hold your hands together." He interlocks his fingers and you do the same. You mimic his movements, watching him lift all his fingers from one hand. Once your fingers were up, he laced both your hands with his, raising your arms above your head. Chifuyu swifty and gently pins you against the wall while his free hand settles on your hip. "Chi-chifuyu-kun..!" Your __(e/c) eyes widen as a red hue decorated your cheeks. There it was! He did it! Gosh, you looked so cute! "A-ah, sorry! Was that too much?" He instantly releases you, Chifuyu's daring demeanor now replaced with his usual, bashful self. Your boyfriend looks away, trying not to seem like he was relishing in your embarrassment. He kind of was and he'll forever keep that image in his mental file, but he didn't want to make things awkward. Chifuyu then feels a slight tug on his sleeve and he directs his head towards the source. He sees his girlfriend, staring up at him with big and mesmerizing __(e/c) orbs while your cheeks continue to hold their red tint. "Can you..can you do that again?" You ask timidly, pulling him slightly closer to you. Heat suddenly rises to his entire face, his mind too frazzled to produce any coherent sentences. You were definitely going to be the death of him.

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brezchez · 3 years ago

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Bruno and bonding

After being absent for 10 years of their lives, Bruno attempts to amend things with his nieces and nephews. Hopefully, it all goes according to plan.

[Prologue] - Mirabel and Julieta

[1] - Luisa

[2] - Isabela

[3] - Dolores

[4] - Camilo

[5] - Antonio

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3: Dolores

The next day, Bruno decided to visit Dolores. Being the one person who knew of his presence the whole time, he was admittedly nervous to talk to her. All those years, she had to keep a secret she never should have had to; he couldn’t help but feel guilty for it.

Walking up to her door, Bruno noticed it flickered slightly. He raised his knuckles to knock, but before he could, the door opened.

A little startled, Bruno took a step back. Dolores opened the door, calm and relaxed, wearing her usual white blouse with yellow details and deep red cumbria skirt that effortlessly twirled and swayed with her movements. Her signature crimson bow still sat upon her chocolate, curly locks, though this time her hair was loose and free, no longer in a bun.

Bruno expected her to be expecting him, but weirdly, she was surprised. “Tío Bruno?”

“Hi,” he said with a bashful smile. “You didn’t hear me coming?”

“Uh- no. Well, I faintly heard someone but I didn't expect it to be you,” replied Dolores, shaking her head. Bruno raised an eyebrow at this.

“But I thought you had super hearing…?”

“Not when I’m in my room. It’s specially designed to be soundproofed so I don’t hear as much of everything when I’m in here,” she answered and Bruno understood. “Do you want to come in?” the young woman offered, opening the door wider for him, and her tío stepped inside.

His eldest sobrina’s room was smaller than the others’, yet still quite large. It had all the normal things you would find in a casual room, and if you were to visit it without any knowledge of the Madrigal family, you would think that Dolores was just like anyone else.

Everything was very neatly kept and tidied and Bruno seemed to prefer her room over all the others, as it seemed most homely. (Just don’t tell Mirabel.)

“I- I wanted to thank you,” Bruno said softly. The room emitted an atmosphere similar to that found in a library; like you were obliged to be quiet, although no one was actively enforcing the rule on you.

“What for?” Dolores asked as she sat back down on her bed and carried on mending her nightgown sleeves.

“For not telling anyone about me. When I was living in the walls, I mean.” At this, the needle in between her fingers stopped sewing. She looked at the floor for a second, then to her tío, who stood by a little timidly. Sensing his nervousness, the girl made sure to soften her eyes in case she might have accidentally been pulling the wrong expression.

“That’s alright, tío,” Dolores gently replied, continuing with her sewing, though still facing Bruno. “At first it was a bit hard and I contemplated telling someone. But I knew no one would believe me, so why even bother trying?”

Though her expression was blank and relaxed, Bruno could feel a sense of sadness and neglect emanating off of the girl.

I’m also really sorry if some nights I may have kept you up for reasons that we don’t need to go into,” he apologised, turning a little red from embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dolores giggled. “Your little rat telenovelas were actually quite interesting. Dios mio! What plot twists!”

Bruno grinned, relieved that she held no ill feelings against him. “I’m glad you enjoyed them. What are you doing there?”

“What, this?” Dolores looked up and pulled the dress up a couple centimetres off her lap. Bruno nodded in response. “The sleeves accidentally tore when Camilo scared me in the middle of the night as I was getting a glass of water.” She chuckled softly at the memory and Bruno did the same. “I don’t really know how it ripped, but it did, and I got so mad at him because I just finished fixing it three times. Three!” Sighing, she rolled her eyes and laughed off her growing frustration. “I don't know how we didn’t wake Abuela.”

“He seems like a great brother,” Bruno commented, sarcastically yet also lightheartedly.

“He is, really. But sometimes, he’s just…argh! You know?”

Softly, he smiled at his sobrina’s actions and the way she became so animated when she talked. “I would have loved to have a brother,” the man remarked wistfully.

Dolores looked up suddenly at the sad tone of his voice. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” she started apologetically, but Bruno stopped her.

“No, no Dolores. Don’t apologise. I’m not actually sad, just sometimes I wonder what it would have been like living with other children that were a bit like me, in a sense. You know what I mean?”

Dolores nodded. “Sí. Well, sort of. I don’t have any sisters but I have primas,” she sighed. “Still, it’s not the same.”

Seeing Bruno smile sadly to himself, she patted on the edge of her bed. “Tío,” she called for his attention. Shuffling over, she made space for him to sit down, and he did. “What was it like living with two sisters though? Especially since you were all triplets. I've had to live with two brothers, which I'm not complaining about, but I wonder what it could've been like to live with sisters."

Bruno breathed in a quick sigh and looked to the left corner of his peripheral vision. “They were hectic. But also calm. And bossy and also kind. It varied depending on their moods,” he answered with a laugh. Dolores smiled as she listened attentively. “Oh, and there was a LOT of gossip.”

“I can imagine. I don’t need my miracle to know what all the girls in Encanto are gossiping about. Their whispers are louder than Abuela when she's mad,” she joked, and Bruno laughed with her.

“Honestly, I was the best at keeping their secrets, and they weren’t even mine to keep.” He leaned in a bit closer to Dolores and lowered his voice. “And your mamá, Pepa, was hopeless at hiding her crush on Félix.”

Dolores gasped. “I knew it! She always says that out of all of you she was the best at hiding it!”

Shaking his head, Bruno grinned, “No, she really wasn’t! Every time she saw him, it would be sunny and not a single cloud could be found in the sky. But when she was physically near him, Encanto suffered many hurricanes. I don’t know how your papá wasn’t blown into the sun!”

Dolores cackled, unable to stop herself, and her laugh infected Bruno, who couldn’t help but giggle too. Their stomachs ached as they laughed, picturing Félix being launched into space by Pepa’s torrential winds. Every time they tried to calm down, they both failed miserably as one couldn’t stop imagining the scenario and the other became too infected with the contagious laughing disease.

Suddenly, knocking was heard on the door.

“Dolores, have-” Pepa froze at the sight of her brother and daughter being a laughing mess on the bed. She raised her eyebrow at them in confusion, and Bruno and Dolores tried to compose themselves. They almost succeeded, if it weren’t for Dolores snorting, prompting her to cover her mouth and fall back onto her bed. Bruno covered his own face with hands, audibly chuckling.

Pepa stayed standing by the door, tapping her feet and waiting for them to stop. She rolled her eyes at them, behaving like children.

“What’s up with them?” Camilo asked as he passed by.

“I’m not sure, hijo. But they better stop soon,” Pepa answered. Shrugging, Camilo patted his mother’s shoulder.

“Doesn’t seem like they will, but good luck mami.” He entered his own room, leaving Pepa with Dolores and Bruno, who were still laughing like there was no tomorrow.

#encanto #encanto bruno #encanto mirabel #encanto julieta #encanto luisa #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto camilo #encanto antonio #encanto fanfic #fanfic #encanto x reader

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batsandbugs · 4 years ago

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The Great IKEA Game

Chapter 11: Playing the Game

AN: I hope y'all enjoy this non-stop flirt-a-thon, chapter count got increased again, so we'll get back to the plot in the next chapter!

At first, Marinette didn’t know how to act. This was the last route she expected Damian to take. The shock of Damian’s lips against hers turned her body rigid; hands splayed out to the sides, unsure of where to touch. After a second of floundering, she gained enough bearing to place her hands firmly on Damian’s arms. Her once still lips hesitantly moving against his. The closed-mouth kiss stayed chaste, but Marinette found herself fluttering her eyes closed, sinking into the warmth.

Damian stood taller than her, bending into the kiss while she craned her neck. Marinette pushed herself upward, arching onto the tips of her toes, and Damian’s hands wrapped tighter around her waist, deepening the kiss. She readjusted her mouth for a second grabbing a quick gasp of air before diving in again with more fervor. Damian responded in kind, pushing her back fully against the wall, one hand migrating from her waist to cup her cheek.

Damn. Damian was a good kisser.

“What the- Hey, customers are not allowed to be in here!”

Oh, right. The employee. That’s why they were kissing.

Why would kissing be helpful in this situation?

Not that Marinette was complaining, but-

Damian pulled away from her, and Marinette held back a pitiful whine when he turned away and faced the employee.

‘Bad thoughts, Marinette,’ she chided herself. ‘Focus on the mission, not Damian, or his lips, or his eyes, or-’

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that,” said Damian with a bashful smile.

Wait…

Blink.

What?

Marinette dragged herself out of the kiss-induced bliss, focusing on her co-conspirator, and had she been less in control of herself her jaw would have dropped.

Damian’s whole demeanor had markedly changed. His normal sharp posture sunk into a causal slouch; the emotions on his face, generally a mix of sharp observation or practiced disdain, now a mix of charming elegance and, yes, bashfulness. He flashed a wide grin at the oncoming employee, a person in their early twenties, who froze when they saw them.

Or rather, Damian.

Rapidly blinking bright blue eyes gazed at them. “Oh, oh you- you’re-”

“Yeah, yeah, we all know who I am,” said Damian, rubbing the back of his neck. Even the way he spoke changed; careful pronunciation and formality thrown out the window for a lax New Jersian drawl. “What’s your name?” He asked with such a genuine smile, had Marinette not been versed in people lying through their teeth, she would have bought it.

Not for the first time, Marinette wondered how famous Damian’s family was – obviously rich enough, and high profile enough - to be recognized on the spot.

The person paused for a moment, fiddling with a strand of curly blond hair. “I’m- I’m ah… Fey, nice to meet you Mr.-”

Damian cut them off with a laugh. “Oh please, any name with a mister makes me think of my father or my older brother. Call me Dami.” He offered a hand to the flustered Fey. They limply shook it.

“Oh… ah- alright Dami.”

Damian encircled a hand around Marinette’s waist dragging her out of the weirdness induced fugue state she’d fallen into. “And this… well,” he lowered his eyes, catching her attention and winked. “This is my girlfriend Marinette.”

Fuck, this is what he meant by play along.

Fey dropped open their mouth before closing it quickly.

“Oh, I hadn’t read-”

Damian cut the flustered employee off again.

“We’ve kept it quiet.” He waved his hand dismissively. “The papers would devour a story like this,” he said, with a sense of vapid annoyance, although a trace of his normal calculated disdain accented his words.

Note to self; Damian didn’t like the media. Good, Marinette didn’t much like the invasive vultures either.

Fey nodded along, twirling a lock of hair on their finger. “Oh yeah, that totally makes sense.” They paused shaking their head to clear away an emotion… awe? Fear? Marinette couldn’t tell. “But uh, why are you here? Like in the stairwell, not in the store. Because of course celebrities would still shop, right? I mean-” Poor Fey was a stuttering mess. Marinette almost felt bad for them.

She felt like an absolute stuttering mess too, but she would be damned if Damian would carry this lie all by himself.

She was fucking Ladybug; savior of Paris, Guardian of the Miraculous.

She could act like a lovestruck fool.

“It iz so sweet,” she said, emphasizing her accent to add a little more pageantry to this entire scheme. “I just arrived back from Paris, and wanted to decorate my new apartment with ze ah-” she waved her hands around, “Oh, how you Americans put it? Fairy lights?”

Fey nodded quickly. “Yeah, we have a couple of good selections, but-” Marinette continued before they could logic their way out of the made-up cover story.

“I planned to go by myself, but Dami-” at this she moved forward to wrap her arms around his, leaning into his side. The warmth of his body bleeding through his clothes. “He insisted on ‘companying me even though he dozen’t like ze crowds.” She leaned forward with a conspiratorial air. “He gets grumpy,” she divulged with a girlish giggle. Why Damian did a 180 on his personality was a complete mystery, but if he dropped the act, this would make Fey less suspicious.

Fey nodded right along like Marinette’s comment made total sense. “Yeah, I don’t read too many magazines, but damn they must pin you all wrong,” they said to Damian. From Marinette’s position at his side, she felt his body tense the slightest amount. “Gotham’s Ice Prince, yeah right.”

Marinette inwardly quirked an eyebrow. ‘Ice Prince, huh?’ The name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on where she’d heard it before.

Damian nervously chuckled again, sounding more authentic this time. “Oh no, I’m a grump when it comes to the media, I fully admit. My, ah,” he looked at her again, an apology flashing in his green eyes. “Angel here puts me in a better mood.”

A rushing noise filled Marinette’s ears, and her heart quickened. She vaguely registered a squeal of delight coming from Fey, but it sounded far away compared to her blood pounding at a thunderous level. Heat flushed in her cheeks, and the confident smile she plastered on her face almost dropped at the pet name.

Angel.

He called her angel.

What level of utter insanity had she dropped into?

“A few disguises later,” Damian continued, adjusting the glasses on his face, and oblivious of the turmoil he’d created in Marinette’s mind. “I thought we’d be able to stay under the radar, I just wanted a day out with my girlfriend,” he said with a put-upon sigh. The emotional, charming actions stood in complete opposite to Damian’s normal demeanor.

Marinette found herself desperately torn between breaking down laughing hysterically or clapping at Damian’s masterful performance.

“You got noticed?” asked Fey.

“We got noticed.” Damian sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair. Marinette regretted not touching it while she and Damian kissed; was it as fluffy as it looked? “And Marinette, the sweet angel she is, isn’t used to the whole utter insanity of… you know, dating a celebrity.” He glanced at her, teasing her with a fonder smirk than his usual. Marinette wanted to roll her eyes. Damian had no clue she knew very well the consequences of dating a celebrity.

Never mind she’d only dated Adrian a month before they broke up because his dad turned out to be a psychopathic supervillain intent on plunging the whole of France into an apocalyptic hellscape in an attempt to upset the universes’ balance, and was fully okay with killing the both of them to make it happen.

Being friends after that little debacle was the better option. For both their sanities.

‘Focus Marinette.’ She dragged her attention back to the conversation.

“We kinda ducked in here when nobody was paying attention. I want to keep this away from the media as long as possible, for my angel’s privacy.” Marinette wanted to scoff at how Damian leaned into that nickname. He certainly was laying it on thick. Marinette wouldn’t have bought the act, but that was due to her years of lying and deceiving in the name of super-heroics.

Fey, with their eager demeanor and bright blue eyes, didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh, that’s awful people wouldn’t leave you alone. I bet most celebrities would be familiar with the attention, but for you to look out for Marinette too?” They whistled. “Damn girl, he’s a keeper for sure.”

The blush gracing Marinette’s cheeks was 100% real. “Oh, well, ah, zank you. I know.”

“Well, no one will hear a word from me,” Fey promised. They fiddled with their hands and sent a shy smile at Damian. Marinette’s stomach clenched at the sight, and without her permission, her traitorous hands tightened their grip on Damian’s arm. “Without your family’s scholarship, my sister never would have graduated med school. She would kill me if I even thought of ratting you out to the papers.”

“Oh…” said Damian, his outward appearance of shock mirroring Marinette’s own internal emotions.

‘His family is rich enough to fund medical scholarships?’

“Well, that’s not on me directly, you know,” he commented. “All my father’s doing. I hope- ah… I hope she’s doing well?” Although his face portrayed a bashful and relaxed air, his body language screamed uncomfortableness. Marinette released one hand from his arm and brought it to rest on the small of his back, circling her thumb around. He relaxed, slightly, and Marinette smiled.

“Yeah, actually she is,” said Fey beaming. “She’s working at the new pediatric clinic that opened in Crime Alley.”

“Good for her,” said Damian honestly. “We need more people willing to work to make the city a better place. Money can only do so much.”

“Money definitely helps though,” Fey replied, wryly. Marinette agreed. Long-buried memories of her early years arose. Living above her parents’ shop, where every month they spread their bills across the kitchen table and talked in hushed tones while Marinette sat on the steps to her attic room and worried, even if at five and six she didn’t know what she was worried about.

Those days were long gone. Her parents and their creations internationally famous, with three separate locations across the greater Paris metro alone. But that worry never really went away.

Fey shifted on their feet reading their watch. “Well, you guys stay here if you want until whatever crowd out there loses interest.” They gestured to the door Marinette and Damian entered through. “Or you can come with me if you want?” Pointing to the other locked door. “I’m heading out to the atrium to deal with a problem, but you can continue on with your shopping.”

“Zank you so much,” Marinette replied. “We will go with you if you do not mind?”

“Of course not,” said Fey, walking to the door and pulling out a security key. They opened the door, but Damian held it allowing Marinette and Fey to walk through before he followed. Placing a hand once more around Marinette’s waist.

“What problem in the atrium, if you don’t mind me asking?” he prodded, sharing a look with Marinette.

It could be nothing, but it could also have something to do with his brothers.

Considering their luck today, Marinette would be shocked if it wasn’t the latter option.

“Oh, well it started with the children’s center shutting down. Apparently, the kids got it in their minds to start a dodge ball fight with the workers. Which, you know, totally fair,” confided Fey, as they walked through the back corridors. “Sounded like it was a blast to watch. I was such a shit when I was a kid, I would have joined them in a heartbeat. It wrapped up fairly quickly, but they can’t convince the main instigator to descend from the jungle gym. I think they’re still hunting down her parents.”

Marinette pursed her lips trying to hold back a smile. ‘Oh, Abby,’ she thought, ‘you absolute gem.’

“I only heard about it from Lisa when I got back because I was dealing with a security issue in the back lot.” Fey glanced at them nervously. “Not that there’s anything wrong, we’re perfectly safe.”

Marinette and Damian shared a look.

Jason.

“Of course,” said Marinette.

Followed by a quick, “Absolutely,” from Damian.

Fey relaxed. “So this is, apparently, a whole bunch of workers on strike? They walked out of the back warehouse and congregated in the atrium, spouting on about living wages and corrupt big business, and the effects of verbal abuse in the workplace.” Fey said with a wave of their arms. “And it’s not like I don’t agree, because I do. Jerry, the warehouse general manager, is an asshole.” Marinette and Damian exchange worried glances at the rotund angry man’s name, who they last saw dragging a singed Tim into an office.

“…but it makes my job hard,” whined Fey, oblivious to their compatriot’s inner panic. “And the Starbucks baristas joined them, so their kiosk closed too.” Fey chuckled, “I would avoid the whole area if I were you, especially if you don’t want anyone finding out you’re together.”

“I wonder how zat ended up happening?” Marinette asked hopefully her high-pitched voice conveyed confusion instead of slowly settling in panic.

“They called in saying some guy lead the charge, he’s worked the crowd into a fervor. I’m there to be the HR rep while security tries to remove him. You know, normally my job involves sitting at a desk all day listening to bitchy customers on the phone. I’ve dealt with more in-store problems today since last Black Friday.” Fey chuckled. “What a day, ya’ know?”

Marinette glanced at Damian, his casual mask still firmly in place, although his left eye twitched, and the hand he wrapped around her waist, tightened at Fey’s words.

Fey finally reached another door, pulling out their pass and lead them out into the store’s main section.

“Well, it was nice to meet you Marinette, Dami,” Fey chirped. “Nobody will hear from me about any of this.” They mimed zipping their lips.

Marinette smiled, hoping the strain wasn’t too noticeable. “It waz nice to meet you too Fey.”

“Good luck with whatever is happening in the atrium,” said Damian. They stood at the door and watched them move out of sight. When Fey finally disappeared around a corner, Damian turned to Marinette his casual persona rippling away as if it never existed at all. His hand slipped off her waist.

She did not, absolutely not, want to grab it and put it back thank you very much.

“How much do you wish to wager on Drake’s involvement in whatever is occurring in the atrium?” he asked. Marinette smiled, reassured at the return of his clipped and formal tone. The informal speech felt wrong coming from Damian’s mouth.

“Oh, I don’t know Dami?” she teased. Then again, she couldn’t let this opportunity pass by her. “I don’t think I have enough money for that bet with you.”

Damian closed his eyes with a grimace and sigh. “Do not call me that.” He opened his eyes, an expression just short of pleading radiated from them “Please.”

“I would rather gag, and it sounds so would you.” Marinette covered her grin with her hand, unable to stop a slight giggle at the man’s long-suffering tone. “You pulled off vapid lovesick celebrity well, but why the need to act at all?”

“I have plenty of reference to draw from,” he grumbled, piquing Marinette’s interest; every half aside comment enticing her to dig further at Damian’s life. “I needed whoever descended those steps on our side and my normal... demeanor tends to put people off.” He folded his hands behind his back, a perfect picture of casualness, but the tightness around his eyes and the twitch of his mouth was all Marinette needed to note his self-consciousness.

“Well, I for one find your usual self charming,” Marinette admitted, pleased when Damian relaxed at her words. “You freaked me out acting that weird.”

“It is not an option I use often,” Damian admitted. “My brothers tend to make big productions of themselves. I prefer a far subtler approach, but this required more theatrics to make it believable.” He glanced at her. “I hope…” he paused. She watched his hand flutter and turn into a fist at his side. “I hope I did not overstep your bounds, that is, I mean violate your...” Damian refused to look at her, his gaze firmly planted on a far wall.

Marinette could let the poor man continue but ended up taking pity on him before he dug an even deeper hole. She placed a hand on his arm. “You were fine. If I didn’t want you… kissing me,” she said the words out loud for the first time, reigning in a pleasurable shudder at the memory. “I would have pushed you off, and if I felt violated, which I didn’t, you would have found yourself on the ground in plenty of pain.”

Damian dragged his gaze back to hers, a small smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. “Undoubtedly, yes, you easily could have done so.”

Marinette smirked again, not willing to let the entire debacle slip away quite yet though. “Although I have to ask, where in the world did angel come from? And what on earth made you think it would be a good nickname for our fake relationship?”

Damian lifted his nose haughtily. “It is a perfectly acceptable name of affection for a significant other. What, did you wish for ‘sweetheart’ or ‘doll’?” he asked, drawing out those names with the earlier casual New Jersian accent. Marinette withheld a shiver at his low tone of voice curling those words around his tongue. She may prefer his normal speech, but damn he still sounded unbearably attractive when he dropped that low.

‘Focus, Marinette. FOCUS!’ she inwardly screamed at herself.

“Goodness no,” said Marinette, forcing a pretend shudder. “Something with more class perhaps? Darling, or beloved?”

Damian pursed his lips. “Not beloved. That’s what my mother refers to my father with.” Marinette winced, yeah, that could be awkward. Not that this whole conversation wasn’t a disaster plucked out of a fever dream. Why, why was she debating Damian on the finer points of affectionate nickname giving?

But her mouth continued talking. “Alright, I suppose angel isn’t bad in comparison. Still, it’s a bit cliché. What does that make you? A demon?”

Damian tilted his head with a shrug. “Tt. My brothers do call me that on occasion, yes.” Oh right, Jason called him demon-spawn a few times during their confrontation. With the way Damian rolled his eyes in annoyance, Marinette figured a story lurked behind that particular nickname.

“Regardless, we have strayed dangerously off-topic here. We should head towards the pandemonium in the atrium, yes?” Damian pushed off the wall he’d leaned against, and Marinette followed.

“I thought it was Panic at the Disco?” Marinette teased with a grin.

Damian pointed a finger at her, trying for a stern expression, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement. “You think yourself terribly clever, don’t you?”

“I think I’m adorable,” she shot back. “But I also think you’re right. It sounds like Tim managed to involve himself. If he’s making a scene, I bet he’ll draw the rest of your brothers there too.”

“You think Grayson will escape the clutches of that ravenous she-wolf?”

Marinette scoffed. “Damian, you’ll insult wolves with that comparison. I thought she resembled more of a hyena myself.” The woman certainly shrieked enough for it. “From what I saw, your brother probably ducked out at the first opportunity available to him.”

“True. Which leaves Todd, and nothing attracts his attention more than a spectacle. Especially when Drake stands chance to make a fool of himself.” Turning a corner they found themselves several yards away from the open-aired atrium. A crowd of people lingered around the railing looking into the courtyard below. Clapping and cheers fill the air.

“Shall we?” asked Marinette, excitement brewing in her chest.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” grumbled Damian. “But I suppose we must.”

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eremiie · 4 years ago

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hii ! 🥺 could I ask for a scenarion with timeskip Armin and his s/o, she manages to get him to sneak off with her just so she could spend time with him and give him kisses? thank you sm! ❤️

a little bit more;

❥ armin x reader | fluff | 2k words | canonverse

❥ yes you can, i’m sorry that it took me a literal millennium to write this, but i hope you still see and enjoy this anon<3

"yeah, i'm not hungry today, i'm just gonna head to bed a little early." you told mikasa, her hold on your hand dropping.

"are you sure?" she replied, eyes studying yours, watching the way you pursed your lips and tried avoiding her gaze.

"mhm, yeah!"

"you don't look sick."

"i didn't say i was sick, i just wanted to get a little extra sleep in."

mikasa's gaze raked your figure before letting a silence wander over the two of you. she nodded her head, although something felt off to her she would let it go for the meantime, i mean— you couldn't be up to any harm, right?

once mikasa turned the corner you made your way towards the boys barracks, hoping to meet armin halfway in the hallway, your feet guiding you hastily.

that's when you spotted him, speaking to hange in the hallway, a slightly worried expression on his face that you could tell even from a distance. you made your way towards the two, grinning slightly once armin's eyes landed on you, his eyebrows lifting slightly in awe at the mere sight of you coming towards him, almost as if some relief was lifted off his shoulders. hange looked towards you as well, smiling and adjusting her glasses.

"______," armin said, his hands subconsciously reaching out to enlace in yours, hange looking down towards the entangled digits with another small smile before speaking.

"okay, i'll leave you two or whatever— i'm gonna catch dinner, wouldn't wanna miss that!" hange exclaimed patting you on your shoulder before pointing a finger towards armin. "and if you ever get a little time come see me so we can talk a bit more."

you and armin watched hange leave, you beginning to pull armin into a hug once she rounded the corner. "hi, armin." you said, brushing your thumb over his knuckles, his eyes watching your nimble fingers smooth over the skin before letting them come back to your face with a half smile.

"hi, are you okay?"

you nodded your head, turning around towards the direction the commander went before turning back towards armin. "i'm fine, are you? what was that about?"

armin shrugged his shoulders, bringing a hand towards the buzzed hair on the side of his head, smoothing it over before letting it drop back down. "just titan stuff, and you know... the whole war, all of that." he let out a sigh, his hands squeezing yours a little more, a small frown detailing your face before you pulled him into a hug, your head burying into his neck.

"hey, let's skip dinner."

armin's hand rubbed up and down your back, his nose smelling your natural scent, bringing a sense of calm over him while he let out a small chuckle at your statement. "why?"

you let your arms squeeze him tighter, then pulling back a little to rest your chin on his shoulder, the blonde hairs on his nape tickling your cheek. "i want to spend some time with you, we can go out for a little, just take a little walk."

"how about we spend time in the dining hall together, while eating dinner? am i not talking to you enough? or—"

"no, no armin, you're okay," you giggled, pulling back and pecking a kiss to the tip of his nose, letting your warm hands come up to grab his cheeks, while you looked into his pretty blue eyes— the ocean he always longed to see were a mirror of them. "i just want to spend some time with you like i said, we can just walk and talk and take a breather." you let go of his cheek with one of your hands, letting it drift up to run through his hair, feeling the silk like locks run between your fingers while he let his head tilt more into your palm.

"i want to, but i don't know... people might ask where we are,"

"armin, we'll be okay. we won't take long, just the two of us for a little bit, let's just forget everything for a little."

armin let his eyes meet yours again, pulling the hand in his hair out before pressing a kiss to it. the kiss felt more like him simply pressing his lips to your skin, letting it linger a little before pulling away, watching your smile grow wide causing him to reciprocate. "okay."

so you pulled armin along, your hand gravitating back towards him as you grasped it in yours and led the way down the hall, your pace quickening once you spotted the large doors that would lead you to the outdoors. you turned your head around to face armin as he stumbled after you, you dragging him towards the door. "sh!" you joked as you carefully opened the door with your back, causing armin to smile a warm smile that made your heart flutter while he caught up beside you once the doors shut.

"i'm gonna take you to the trail we used to run laps on."

"okay."

"you're not gonna ask why the trail?" armin reciprocated your movements earlier, rubbing your knuckles as your hands both felt clammy from holding onto each other for so long; as if one of you would disappear the minute you let go.

"if it's special to you, i like it too."

you looked down to your feet watching you and armin's feet move toe in toe as you made your way down to the trail before looking back up to the sky that was quickly darkening, the sun venturing to hide behind the many mountains and large wall keeping you captive. if you turned around and looked closely you'd be able to see the moon fighting to appear in the sky as well, but you didn't you kept your eyes trained on the scenery in front of you instead, then to armin; his cheeks slightly flushed, red focused on the tip of his nose while his blonde hair blew like dandelion seeds once you would make your wish. he had a permanent smile in your presence that you absolutely adored and you unconsciously leaned closer into him, saxe eyes fixating on you from the side. "well, it's special because one time when levi made me run laps i took a break without him knowing since he head inside. there's an area that leads to a little hill. there are some pretty flowers over there, wanna see?"

"_____... you're gonna take me anyways. but yes, for you, even though we shouldn't even be out here."

"that's what i like to hear." you kissed his shoulder, your lips being met with the metal shoulder of his uniform, but he could tell your intentions anyways. "diverge from the trail, up the side." you used your clasped hands and the push of your body to guide armin off the track, and he obliged stepping off the dusty surface and into the grass that was having a hard time growing near the track, yet the further the two of you walked up, the more the grass climbed your legs.

"you see the flowers in the distance?" you watched armin's neck peer up trying to spot a burst of color in the green field, his eyes widening and lighting up like sparks when he saw the array of flowers get closer, tickseeds littering the grass.

"yeah, i can... i actually can, i see them!" armin's pace quickened him this time pulling you forward as the two of you strode towards the pretty yellow flowers, armin collapsing at his feet once the two of you met the most densest group of them, pulling you down with him.

"pretty right?"

"yeah, of course, i like them." he said as he let his free hand brush through the field, his past worries of getting caught lingering only in the back of his mind. he plucked one of the flowers, twirling the plant in his hand before pulling you forward by your hand that he still was holding onto before finally letting go, the cool breeze washing over your warm hand while he brought your face forward, wonder swirling behind his eyes, placing the decoration behind your ear. "wow.."

you pursed your lips as he studied your face, bringing your hand up to touch the flower, then touching armin's face. "you too," your hands maneuvered in the flowers until you pulled one up as well, placing it behind armin's ear. his hand laid on top of yours near his ear in pure awe, more at the sight of you adorned with nature than at your actions.

"you're so beautiful." he murmured.

you didn't respond, pulling him in for a chaste kiss, your lips meeting his softly as both of your eyes closed, relishing in the feeling of your lips touching together.

"______..." armin's eyes fluttered as you pulled away slightly, the red on his face only growing while he settled his hands in your lap.

and with that you pressed another kiss to his nose, forehead, cheek, the other, and lastly his tinted lips again. you could practically feel the butterflies flapping their wings in your stomach at the mere gesture you were making, and you knew armin could feel them too, just by the bashful expression gracing his face before he pulled you into another hug. "beautiful." he repeated.

"'wanna kiss you again." you muttered into his uniform as your arms dangled around his neck, pushing him down until he fell backwards, blonde locks bouncing framing his face, whilst you straddled him.

"well... you were just doing it, i don't see why you're asking me now." armin let his arms travel down yours, from your shoulder down to the ground below him, trying to hide his slight nervousness he still felt despite the countless times you've landed in this position with him.

"shush." and you leaned down, attacking him in more kisses, letting your lips decorate his skin, the constant smooching sound making armin giggle as you trailed your pecks across his jaw, to his neck, back up to his lips, always ending there.

"okay, okay, my turn." armin tucked the flower further behind your ear before it could slip then grasped your face with his palms, leaning you down to press his mouth to yours a little more fervent than you, letting you indulge in the kiss, gripping the grass and pulling a couple stray weeds up before coming up for air and letting out a shudder.

you closed your eyes and laid your head against his chest, squeezing them tight, trying to relish in the moment for as long as possible before the words could escape armin's mouth.

"we have to go now, the sun set, dinner's almost over."

you didn't even look up, you knew the sun had set, but you didn't want to see for yourself as it would confirm that, yes; it was time for the two of you to go. your hand trailed down to grab armin's and place it around your waist. "i love you."

"i love you too, _____."

"i love you, i love you, i love you, i love..." armin's hold on your waist tightened.

"i love you too... we have to go."

"i don't want to go."

with a sigh, armin reluctantly picked himself up you still on top of him. "i don't either, if i could, i'd stay here with you and put flowers behind your ear all day. i would kiss you all day, and not worry about any duties, any war, or... anybody else. but that's not how it is yet... i will come back out here though— with you, another time, okay?"

you untucked your face from where it was buried in armin's chest as he patted your back for you to stand up with him, and you did, letting him pull you by your hands before repeating himself more solemnly. "okay?"

"okay."

a little bit more duties, a little bit more war, then you could spend some more time in the pretty yellow field with your pretty boy.

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titanicsimp · 4 years ago

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Here I am with my request.

Could you bless us with a nsfw fic about Connie or Jean (I don’t see very many stories with them and yes I am looking at myself in the mirror shaking my head about Jean) about them cooking with their girlfriend and they make a mess then they take a shower together? 🥺👀

Thank you for the request ♥️

Oh my, such a tough choice between those two but I’ll pick Jean this time because I’m a sucker for his long hair and lil beard 🥵

Warnings: Modern AU!, Smut/lemon🌶

Finally, you and Jean had been given the gift of having a day off at the same time! The past year your schedules had made it borderline impossible to spend a full day together, so now the two of you had the chance, you intended to make the best of it.

You hadn’t filled the day with anything too crazy. Just a stroll in the park and a visit to the mall, activities in which you had plenty of time to talk to your fiancé.

Jean had wanted to cook with you for a while now. He has two left hands when it comes to cooking, but he was sure that with your help the kitchen would remain intact. So when you got some garlic bread from the pizza place at the mall, he got the bright idea to make a pizza yourselves when you got home. He even claimed it would have less calories, which you doubted but let slide since he seemed so adorably confident about it.

“You’re molesting it!” You squeal with laughter as Jean kneads the ball of dough slowly, doing way too much gentle squeezing.

The kitchen already looks far messier than you had intended. Bowls, jars and utensils are spread over the counter, having left smears and a dusting of flour on the granite.

He flushes red as he turns his head sideways to face you. “Isn’t this how you do it?!”

You giggle at his frustrated expression. “You have to put more force, the dough won’t get soft enough like this.”

Jean frowns and pauses, assessing the ball of dough. From the look on his face you would think he’s making a bomb, not dinner.

You almost pass out from laughter as he suddenly starts squeezing the living shit out of the dough instead. It spills out violently from between his fingers, splitting open at all sides.

“Oh my god Jean! You just went from assault to battery charges!”

He grumbles at you as he abandons his task, leaving the dough for dead.

A smirk appears on his face as he takes the spoon out of the jar of tomato sauce. Your laughter prevents you from noticing his actions, only realizing when it’s too late and a dab of sauce lands on your cheek.

You look at Jean with a gasp. “You did not just do that.”

“Oh, I believe it did.” His smirk has turned into a wide grin, mischief glinting in his light brown eyes.

Without hesitation, you grab a handful of flower and throw it his way. Jean laughs and coughs at the same time as the flower hits him right on the chin. His beard and top of his neck are coated in the white powder now.

You look each other in the eye, the challenge of who will dare to do what next heavy in the air. Both of you wait on the other. You wiggle your eyebrows at him, if he wants a Mexican standoff, he’ll get one.

Jean moves, and before you can throw something, he grabs you and pulls you close. Your combined laughter and squealing as you settle for smearing random stuff on each other sounds like a pack of hyenas has been set loose in the house, both having too much fun to stop.

“Okay! Okay! I propose a truce.” Jean finally says, his voice still cracking up with laughter as he throws his hands up.

You pant from your struggle, smearing off your hands on a nearby towel. “I think I might take you up for that.”

No matter how fun it is, it’s still exhausting to battle that stubborn man.

Jean smiles brightly before he leans in and kisses you. You return his affection, moving your soft lips against his.

He pulls away slightly. “You taste like... a lot.”

You snort and give a playful push against his shoulders. “I wonder who’s fault that is.”

“Let me make it up to you?” He proposes, taking your hand in his.

“Hhmm, fine, but after we are finishing this and YOU are cleaning up.” You say teasingly.

“Yeah, yeah. Now let’s clean us up first.” He tells you and leads you towards the bathroom.

Stripping out of your dirty clothes quickly, you join Jean, who has already weaseled his way under the warm shower.

“Scoot.” You tell him with a smile, standing close to his naked form. Your shower isn’t the biggest, and the water only sprays so far.

His hands move to your hips, stroking them lovingly as he shakes his head. “No way, this is my repayment.”

You giggle at his response and reach out to rub the flower off of his beard. The hair feels coarse and nice at the same time.

After you’ve repeated the process with his hair, he moves his hands away from your hips to clean your face.

You laugh as Jean rubs and squeezes your cheeks playfully, and he makes sure to do so gently. When his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, his soft gaze turns lustful.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You try to hide your bashfulness with a joke, but Jean silences you with a kiss. This one’s more passionate than the one you shared before. He keeps your face cupped in his hands, his lips parting so his tongue can ask for entrance. As soon as you part your lips his tongue starts exploring your mouth. You excitedly join in, rubbing your tongue against his.

As the two of you make out, you automatically move in closer. Neither of you even notice that you’re doing it until Jean’s cock presses against your belly. He sighs into your mouth when he feels the warmth of your skin.

You move a hand down to stroke him, but he pulls away as soon as you do.

“If you don’t mind, I would first like to get a piece of what I was really craving all day.”

His comment makes your abdomen clench up in anticipation and you give a nod to go ahead.

Jean backs you up against the wall of the shower and drops to his knees in front of you. He takes your right leg and lays it over his shoulder, giving him direct access to your core.

You mewl softly as he rubs two fingers through your folds, spreading you open for him. With a cocky glance up at you, he brings his tongue to your cunt. He licks down from your clit to your entrance, and up again. Every time he passes the sensitive nub he twirls his tongue over it before he continues.

You grip onto Jean’s hair. “Ah! More!”

He happily complies, closing the remaining distance and sucking on your clit. You moan loudly for him as he switches between licking and sucking, and start to feel your orgasm build.

Jean’s eyes remain glued to your face as he works your clit.

“Jean! I’m so close!” You tell him, panting.

At your warning he pulls away, instead sliding his tongue past your entrance and stroking your clit with his fingers. Your grip on his hair tightens as he fucks you on his tongue, pleasure overwhelming you.

It doesn’t take long before you shake and cum, Jean eagerly licking up your juices afterwards.

He pulls back from your cunt with a smirk. “You taste amazing, maybe we should forget the pizza altogether.”

You laugh breathily and tug at his shoulders to make him stand up. “Well, if you want to complete our little recipe, we’ll need filling.”

“Filling huh?” Jean questions teasingly.

You nod your head, trying to look serious but failing as your face is already flushed with lust.

You yelp as he picks you up, pressing your back against the cold wall and wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds you up by your ass.

“I can do that.” He says with a smirk, thrusting his hips so his cock slides against your wet cunt.

With a moan and a nudge of your legs, you encourage Jean to go on. He leans forward to kiss you again as he enters you. You moan into his mouth as he slides his cock into you slowly, letting you feel every inch.

He stills when he bottoms out and pulls away from the kiss. His eyes lock onto yours and he pulls out almost completely before slamming himself back into you, the sound of skin slapping together resonating throughout the bathroom.

His name leaves your mouth like a chant as Jean starts fucking you. You keep one hand firmly on his shoulder and let the other run through his hair.

“God, you feel so good.” He groans, his grip on your ass tightening.

His pace is slow but hard, every thrust hitting as deep as it can. Your walls pulse around him, still sensitive from your orgasm and enjoying the intrusion thoroughly.

Jean leans forward again, this time pampering your neck with kisses. You breathily moan his name when he picks a spot at your nape to plant a hickey. All of it feels so good, his cock filling you up, his lips on your neck, you just know you won’t last long this time either.

When Jean pulls back after completing his hickey, he shifts his angle just slightly.

Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders at the sudden shift. “Keep going like that, please!”

You whimper against him as his cock slams into your sweet spot over and over again at this angle.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” Jean says, his voice sounding strained.

“M-me too.” You answer, giving him a little smile inbetween your moans.

He fucks into your faster, tearing a scream of pleasure from your throat. “I want to cum together with you.”

The look on his face tells you how bad he wants it. He needs to feel you squeezing around him and screaming his name.

You nod and moan in agreement. If you could pull him even closer you would, but you both want to see each other’s faces when you cum.

When you see that familiar look on Jean’s face, his eyebrows knit together and mouth open from gasping, it pushes you over the edge of your second orgasm. Your walls clench around his cock, making him groan out and follow behind you with his own climax. You pant and mewl as you feel his cum filling you, some already starting to drip down from where your bodies are joined.

Jean leans his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath and shaking from your orgasms.

“Maybe we should move the wedding to next week.” He finally says.

You giggle and shake your head. Not that you are opposed to tying him to you sooner.

He kisses your forehead before he slowly pulls out of you, his cum making a mess of your legs and the shower floor.

Jean sets you down carefully, one hand never leaving your hip as he guides you back under the warm water of the shower.

You urge him to stand close to you again, rubbing your hand over his chest. “I love you, Jean.”

You can feel his heart beat faster under your hand, and the long locks of hair that the water makes stick to his face do nothing to hide his blush.

“I love you too.” He tells you with a smile so sweet it makes your heart rate match his.

After the exchange you help each other clean up. Washing off the little ‘recipe’ that you guys created so you can get back to the real one waiting in the kitchen.

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oh-for-merlins-sake · 4 years ago

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CRUMBS ‘N’ CRUMPETS | gw

summary: ever since y/n opened a bakery across from weasleys’ wizard wheezes, george hasn’t stopped thinking about her. he hopes that holiday cheer, a blanket of snowfall, and one chocolatey recipe will give him the courage he needs to make his christmas wish come true.

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: several mentions of food, gets a lil steamy, alcohol

a/n: ok so i was feeling HELLA COZY and wanted to write a comfy christmas fic hehehehe. enjoy! and happy holidays!!! 💛

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The twinkle of shimmering white lights danced across your vision as George twirled you in a sloppy circle, keeping time with the vibrations of familiar Christmas songs that rattled your feet.

“I’m going to need to sit after this!” You laughed.

“Can’t keep up, darling?” George teased, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips.

You gripped his arms, slowing him to a halt. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Weasley.”

He raked a hand through his disheveled ginger locks. “I don’t have to — you do plenty of it for me.”

George shot you a wink, but the only response you could muster was a dramatic scoff. Just as he opened his mouth to quip further, someone toppled into you, resulting in a heaping dose of eggnog poured directly down your front.

You gasped from the sudden, thick chill and glared at George, who was stifling a raucous laugh.

“‘M sorry, Y/N,” she mumbled.

“It’s all right, Eleanor, you didn’t mean to,” you assured as you propped her back up.

You passed her back to her seemingly sober friend who apologized profusely on her behalf. She tugged Eleanor out of the shop, and you heard a boisterous laugh erupt from behind you. You spun on your heel to find George with his head on the nearest display case, trembling from how hard he was laughing.

You feigned anger, “George!”

“Honestly, Y/N, I think eggnog suits you!”

You swiped your wand across your body to instantly launder your bright red blouse. George protested, “Oh, c’mon, at least save me some!”

You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved his shoulder.

The stuffiness of the shop began to settle on your sweaty skin as clusters of people roved around you. A gust of icy air blew in as another horde of people clamored through the door. The chill was inviting.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you tossed your head back, exposing your sticky neck as you relished in the fleeting cold. George bit his lip, averting his gaze, knowing all too well how he longed to taste your salty skin.

“I could really use some fresh air,” you sighed, opening your eyes. “Care to join me?”

“It’s getting a touch hot for me as well,” George nodded in agreement, absentmindedly loosening his tie.

You gulped at the sight and quickly pivoted to lead him towards the door. He followed achingly close behind, and you resisted the overwhelming urge to spin and close the gap.

You were grateful to reach the wintry air.

“You sure know how to throw a Christmas party, Weasley,” you said as you tamed your tousled hair.

George chuckled and shook his head. “Every year, we think it’s going to be a hell of a lot smaller than it ever is.”

“Well, it gets my official stamp of approval!” You curtsied before mimicking a grandiose stamping motion. “Of course, only if the new girl’s opinion even matters.”

George laughed. “‘Course the new girl’s opinion matters!” He pointed sternly. “Some may say it’s the most important one.”

Only a few months had passed since you opened Crumbs ‘N’ Crumpets, your bakery across the street, but it felt like you’d known George for years. Like clockwork, he’d stop in on Tuesdays and Thursdays, sampling the daily special and shoving a few bills into the tip jar; and every Saturday morning, you’d leave a steaming cup of coffee with a warm chocolate chip muffin on the doorstep to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes; and after a bustling day of business, when the shops all closed and the keepers turned in, you’d both walk down the alley, admiring the colorful Christmas lights that strung above the streets.

Neither of you dared to discuss it, and neither of you would admit that the routine meant more than you ever led on, but as he watched you giggle and admire the twinkling lights above your head yet again, he knew that he was careening down a treacherous path.

“Fancy a snack, George?” You asked suddenly. “I’m starving!”

The firewhisky you downed earlier created a cavern in your stomach; and the same was true of George. “What can I get you?” He asked, turning back towards the party.

You stopped him and nodded towards the bakery. “I was thinking we could make something of our own,” you challenged.

A faint blush sprawled across his freckled face as you dragged him by the hand. “Are you sure you want my help? I was banned from the kitchen as a child — blew up far too many things with my brother.”

You giggled as you unlocked the door to the bakery, pushing it with your shoulder and causing the silver bell overhead to chime. Guided by the moonlight that crept through the storefront, you led George to the back before flipping a switch to illuminate the messy kitchen.

A doughy mixing bowl sat unwashed in the sink, patches of flour blotted the countertops, and a few holly-patterned pot warmers sat on the cool, linoleum floor.

“Neat as a pin,” George teased, nudging his hip against yours.

“Do you want a snack, or don’t you?”

George chuckled as you pulled a delicate recipe box from a nearby shelf and flipped through the cards within. Eventually, you withdrew an old-time favorite: your mother’s homemade, melt-in-your-mouth, triple chocolate cookies. George was eager to learn how to concoct such an extraordinary confection — or rather, pretend to learn.

Honestly, George couldn’t comprehend much when he was around you. You raptured every ounce of his attention and always managed to short-circuit his brain and send his stomach into an endless bout of somersaults. Focusing on anything but you was a fruitless task.

His heart fluttered as you danced around the kitchen, spinning dough, sprinkling flour, and sampling chocolate. You were completely in your element. It seemed an intimate blessing to be standing there, rolling globs of sticky dough between his palms beside of you.

“I shattered my ulna when I was eight, and these cookies were the only thing to get me through those bloody buckets of Skele-Gro,” you recalled, slapping the last ball of dough onto the aluminum cookie sheet.

George grimaced. He was all too familiar with the sensation that accompanied a hearty helping of Skele-Gro. “These must be pretty wicked cookies then!”

You laughed and slid the tray into the toasty oven. “You’re in for a real treat, Weasley!”

George’s mouth was practically drooling at the delicious chocolate aroma that wafted through the air as he scrubbed colorful measuring cups and wooden spoons in the sink. Each time he passed you a dish to dry, your hand would gently graze his, which sent him into a complete and utter tizzy.

As soon as the timer chimed, George practically raced you to the oven.

You laughed as you stood between him and the oven, turning off the timer and placing your hand against his chest. “You’ve got to let them cool, Georgie!”

He peered down at you, suddenly overwhelmed by how little distance separated the two of you. “Sorry,” he muttered. The faintest trace of a smirk lined his lips. “I can be a bit... impatient.”

You gazed up at him, stammering as you attempted to craft some sort of coherent response. You were well aware of the fact that merely standing on your tiptoes at this point would close the minute gap between your lips and his; how the scent of chocolate evaporated as you inhaled his musky cologne and the notes of cinnamon that escaped his breath; how you’d been standing in silence for probably longer than what was socially acceptable — perhaps you should say something, you thought.

“That makes two of us,” you whispered. You were doused with a sudden wave of courage before swiftly tugging George to your lips by his evergreen tie, worried that if you waited another second, that courage may dissipate into another missed opportunity.

His lips melted into yours as he pressed you against the balmy glass of the stacked ovens behind you. You sighed into the kiss and tugged the ends of his ginger hair as his large hands swept underneath your blouse to rake at the small of your back. You gently tossed your head back, giving George’s mouth free rein to finally dance across your neck. A soft moan escaped your lips as you hooked your fingers through his belt loops to pull him completely against you.

You were perfectly content to continue indulging in your finally realized fantasies until a faint, burning odor infiltrated the kitchen.

You gasped and pushed George off of you, flinging the oven door open to reveal greatly crisped, blackened cookies.

“Blimey, I’m sorry, Y/N!” George exclaimed.

You safely extracted the sheet of cookies and set it on the counter before turning off the oven. You couldn’t help but laugh at how carried away you’d gotten.

“Bet they’re still bloody delicious,” George assured, reaching for a scorched cookie.

You giggled as he audibly crunched on the sweet, doing his best to hide the grimace that threatened to surface. “Well,” he muttered, “Guess that means we’ll have to try again another day!”

The two of you tossed the charred sweets in the bin, both flushed and bashful about the events that had just transpired. Neither of you mentioned it as you locked the bakery once more or as you migrated back to the Christmas party across the street. You wondered when either of you would bring it up, if at all; if either of you would ever muster the courage to do such a thing again.

As you both maneuvered to settle against a wall, George chirped, “Oh, look!” He pointed above your heads. “Mistletoe.”

He smirked as you rolled your eyes.

Well that didn’t take long.

#george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley #hp fanfiction #george weasley x fem!reader #hp christmas

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sunstar-of-the-north · 3 years ago

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A Date With A Plumber

Bowser gently laid white cloths on the steaming bowls of food. While doing so he noticed that a fork was crooked. Alarmed, he quickly adjusted the utensil so it matched the rest of the dishes. The koopa then took a step back to analyze the table. It was set for two, one dish adjacent to the other at the end of the table. Bowser would have liked it if they were positioned across from each other but talking would be proven difficult with how long the table was.

He took a nervous sigh and moved to the mirror on the wall. His hair was a complete mess. Bowser smoothed it to the side with his clawed hands. Once he finished, he smiled proudly in the reflection. A second later though it reverted to its default look.

He growled in annoyance. The turtle then started to fix his silver cravat. He was wearing a maroon dinner tuxedo with a double lapel. He ditched most of his typical accessories, save for his bracelets. It was the compromise Bowser made with Kamek. He glared when he remembered the overwhelming amount of advice the old wizard gave him. “Don’t slouch over the table. Don’t talk with your mouth full. And DON’T for the love of the stars lose your temper!” He began to realize that instead of fixing his neckpiece, he was gripping it for dear life. Bowser let go of it in alarm. He groaned, lightly slapping his cheeks. “Pull yourself together Bowser,” he said in aggravation. “You’re the King of the Koopas! You have no reason to be all shaken up over one silly date!”

No matter how much he tried to convince himself, Bowser still felt like there were fighter flies in his stomach. Even though this was their third date, he was still a nervous wreck. Besides this one was different. Unlike the first two, which were at her house, this date was on his turf. Not to mention there would be a chaperon. “It’ll probably be that tomato colored Mario,” Bowser grumbled. That was a part of the agreement between the three of them. Whenever they would go out, there had to be someone—which was always picked for them by Mario—to keep an eye on the two. Panic hit him like a train when he realized he didn’t make a bowl for the red suited plumber. Before the turtle had time to think, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned; smoke escaping from the sides of his mouth. “WHAT?” The koopa troopa swallowed nervously.

“S-Sir? S-She’s here.”

Like a Bullet Bill out of a canon, Bowser charged passed the troopa, sending the poor thing flying. Thankfully his other minions were able to get out of their king’s way as he ran down the halls. In moments the twin doors were in sight. He slid to a halt, nearly blasting through them. Bowser took a moment to steady his breathing before opening them. His breath was cut short when the koopa saw who was standing on the steps. It was Luciana, adorned with a simple dark green dress with see-through lace sleeves. Her brunette hair, which was normally straight, was curled. When her blue eyes met Bowser’s, he felt like time stopped.

“Hellooooo? Earth to Bowser!”

Bowser snapped out of his daze when he noticed a hand waving near his face. He shook his head and looked back at Luciana. She seemed to be worried. “Is—everything alright?” He nodded rapidly. “Yeah! Yeah, everything is g-great!” She grinned in relief, causing Bowser’s heart to pound like a drum. “Buona!” There was an awkward silence between the two. The koopa then noticed the shorter woman was staring at him. “What? Is there something on my tux?” Luciana blushed in embarrassment. “N-No! I uh—your scarf thingy is all…” She motioned to his neck. He looked down and saw his cravat was still a mess. Bowser wanted to retreat back into his shell. The plumber inched closer to him, hand slightly raised. “Um—may I?”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise but squatted down at her request. She then tidied the cravat. “There! All better! Looks like all those years helping Mario with his ties came in handy!” She said with a chuckle. Bowser winced at the mention of her brother. Luciana picked up on his shift in mood, facing falling a bit. “O-Oh uh—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t—“

“No, no! It’s ok…” Bowser realized that something was missing. “Speaking of, where is your chaperon? I was expecting him to be with you.” She gave him a playful smirk. “I was able to talk him out of it!” He was shocked and somewhat impressed. “How?”

“Well I told Mario that I’m a grown woman and he shouldn’t be treating me like a little kid. Besides I can handle myself!” She then flexed her arms with a semi-serious look on her face. Bowser cracked a smile, finding her display adorable. “After a long talk we came to an understanding.” She horizontally put her finger below her nose and spoke in a deeper tone. “Alright Luciana! You can go on your date alone. But you gotta come home at midnight! Even if you’re a minute late, I’ll break down those castle doors faster than you can say ravioli! And if that slime faced koopa tries anything funny, you take care of him like I showed ya. Got it?” Bowser chuckled, clapping his hands. “Perfect impression. 10 out of 10.”

She did a little curtsy in response. “Grazie!” Bowser leaned against the door frame, feeling a sense of relief knowing it was just the two of them now. “Man, who knew the String Bean could stand up to her brother like that. She keeps throwing surprises at me.”

Luciana started rocking back and forth on her heels. The king koopa realized that she was still outside. He nearly jumped out of her way, bowing deeply. “Pl-Please! Come in!” His sudden movement made the plumber flinch but relaxed once she passed the doors. Bowser followed her in.

Soon the two were in the dining hall. Bowser sped walk toward the table. He quickly pulled Luciana’s chair out for her, causing a loud squeak as he did. He winced at the sound but still gave her a smile. She smiled back and sat down after thanking him. Bowser scooted her chair toward the table and clapped his hands. The lights were turned down low. He then lit the table candle with his fire breath. “Che meraviglia!” Luciana whispered under her breath. “Hopefully that means something good,” he thought to himself. The turtle then brought his attention to the bowls. He gingerly took the white cloths off, steam pooling out from them. “Bon appétit!”

Luciana’s eyes grew to the size of moons. The bowls were filled with cooked rice and beef, a variety of different vegetables, and a fried egg to top it all off. Bowser couldn’t help but be smug with her reaction. She turned to him, eyes sparkling. “What is this?!” He sat down, resting his hands on the wooden table. “It’s called bibimbap.” Luigi scrunched her face as she tried to say the name. “Bimbi—bimbipab.” Bowser let out a hearty laugh at her attempt to pronounce the word. The plumber’s face turned a bright red. “Say it with me. Bi-bim-bap.” She repeated after the turtle, saying it correctly this time. “There ya go!” He gave her a toothy grin. She smiled back, twirling her hair with a finger. Bowser looked to the side with a bashful smile. “This—is one of my favorite dishes. I wanted to share it with you since you shared one of your favorites with me.”

He looked at the corner of his eye to see Luciana staring at him. He blushed, coughing into his hand. “What w-was that called again? Tor-tortilla gardinata?” Now it was Luciana’s turn to laugh. “Tortellini gratinati.” Bowser chuckled, scratching his head. “Yeah, that. Oh before I forget, here’s Gochujang if you want some.” He passed her a small bowl of red paste. The woman cocked her head at the little dish. “Gochujang?” Bowser nodded. “Yeah. It’s a red pepper paste. It gives the bibimbap an extra kick!” Her face lit up after hearing that. He gave her a wink. “I know how you like things a little spicy so I thought I would oblige.”

She giggled, sending a flurry of warmth to Bowser’s chest. “Grazie, grazie!” She at first picked up a fork but then eyed the chop sticks. “You can eat it with those?” Bowser raised an eye brow at her. “Uh yeah. That’s how you’re supposed to eat it.” She let out a soft oh in response. The koopa realized how harsh his tone was. He reprimanded himself in his head. “Um—I can—show you how to use them, if you want that is.” Luciana blinked at him and then smiled. “Sì! I always wanted to learn how to use them!” Bowser got up and moved to her side. He gently guided Luciana how to hold the utensil. The turtle noticed just how small her hand was compared to his. “They’re so tiny—so—delicate.” He looked at the woman, who was staring at their hands. She brought her gaze to him. When their eyes locked, they both blushed crimson. Bowser removed his hand and they both looked away from each other.

He stiffly walked back to his chair, sat down, and proceeded to stuff his face to hide his blushing. After a while he turned his eyes to the green dressed plumber. She was able to pick up a bit of vegetables and rice. Luigi dipped the food in the Gochujang and put it in her mouth. Her eyes lit up as she chewed more. She looked at Bowser with a big grin. “This is amazing! Please give my compliments to the chief!” Bowser glowed by her praise. “Thanks! I was worried that I might have over-cooked the carrots.” The woman raised her eye brows in surprise. “You made this?”

“Yeah! Cooking is one of the few things I like to do.”

“Don’t…you have cooks to make your meals?” Bowser shrugged. “Yeah, but sometimes I do the cooking, especially if it’s for one of my kids’ birthdays.” Luciana stared at him. “You…made this specially…for me?” Bowser was confused by her statement. “Of course! You’re my girlfriend! What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make food for you?” Luciana’s face was red once more. Realization hit Bowser like a blue shell to the kart once the words left his mouth. This was the first time Bowser ever called her his girlfriend or referred himself as her boyfriend. “I—um—.” He took a sip of his wine, not wanting to speak anymore. He felt a hand rest on his. The turtle looked to see Luciana, giving him a sheepish smile, cheeks pink. The king gazed at her for a moment and returned the look, intertwining his fingers with hers. Soon the two were enjoying the rest of their meal, having small talk and telling stories to pass the time.

The bowls were empty while the room was filled with laughter. Both human and koopa were smiling ear to ear. Bowser then got up and moved toward Luciana. He offered a clawed hand to the woman. She gladly took it, Bowser helping her out of the cushioned chair. “I wanna show you something.” Luciana cocked her head. “Oh? What is it?” He winked at her. “It’s a surprise!” He led her out of the room and further down the hall. A few moments later they were in front of two glass doors. Bowser opened them for Luciana, trying hard to contain his excitement. She stepped through them and gasped. The room was filled to the brim with beautiful flowers and plants, some of them the plumber had never seen before. “Oh Bowser—they’re gorgeous!”

“The ash from the volcanos makes for great fertilizer. All of our vegetables are grown here too.” Luciana turned to the koopa with sparkling eyes. He couldn’t help but crack a grin as he brought her further in the garden. They soon stopped at an elaborate stone bench. Bowser sat down, patting the spot next to him. Luciana took a seat, smoothing out her dress. She looked around, taking in all the scenery. She wasn’t the only one taking in the view. Bowser watched her, feeling lighter than air. He couldn’t explain why though. He then remembered why they were here in the first place.

“L-Luciana,” he asked softly. She turned to him, the same warm feeling from earlier hitting him harder. “Yes Bowser?” The king felt his cheeks get hotter when she said his name. Swallowing, he took something from his coat pocket. “I—I wanted to give you these.” He opened his fist to reveal a pouch of seeds. “They’re green cymbidium orchids.” Luciana gaped at the seeds. She then turned to him, bewildered. “That’s my favorite flower! How—how did you get them?! They’re so hard to find!” Bowser proudly smiled, tapping his snout. “I have my ways.” Luciana rolled her eyes playfully. Her expression grew softer as she gingerly took the pouch from his hand. “Grazie Bowser. I’ll make sure they grow big and strong.” He gave the woman a tender look. “I know you will.”

The human and koopa gazed at one another. They both felt a pull, slowly closing the distance between them as they inched closer. Luciana rested a free hand on Bowser’s cheek, making his spiked tail wag steadily. Suddenly, she had an alarmed expression on her face and placed her hand over the king’s mouth. “Aspettare! What’s the time?!” Bowser had to take a minute to process what she just asked. He then took out his pocket watch. “It’s 11:50.” They stared at each other in utter fear. The duo then sprinted out of the room and down the halls. The minions that were still awake never saw their boss run so fast before, unless it was to escape from a fight or for food. Before they knew it, they were both in a lakitu cloud and booking it to Mario and Luciana’s house.

Once the cloud stopped, the king and plumber quickly jumped out of it. Bowser whipped out his watch. Luigi watched on in anticipation. He showed her the clock. “11:58,” she gasped out in relief. Bowser wiped his forehead, feeling ready to collapse. They walked to the front door, slowly catching their breath. Bowser leaned against the wall while Luciana fixed her hair. Bowser loosened his cravat, clearing his throat. “…I hope you had a good time.” The woman nodded happily. “I did! The bi-bim-bap was excellent!” She pulled a strand of hair behind her ear with a small blush. “It was nice—to be alone together.” He agreed in silence with a small grin. He licked his lips nervously. “Also—you can visit the garden whenever you come to the castle. That way we can spend more time—alone.” The plumber was surprised but giddily replied, “I would love that.”

Without thinking, Bowser leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Good night, Luciana.” The human blushed profusely, touching where he kissed her. She looked up at him in surprise. Bowser started to sweat bullets. “Oh no. Did I go too far?! I-I didn’t mean-“ Suddenly, Luciana gave him a warm kiss on the cheek as well. He felt like his whole body was on fire. “G-Good night, Bowser,” she said with a bashful grin. The koopa watched Luciana as she opened the door to her home. Before she closed it, the woman gave him a dreamy expression. Bowser swore he heard music as she gazed at him with those beautiful eyes. He gave her a blissful grin, waving good bye. She waved back, leisurely shutting the door.

Bowser jumped onto the cloud, gushing so hard that fire was peeking out of his mouth. Once he returned to his castle, the koopa’s heart was racing. He was astonished that he was even tired that night. Regardless, Bowser got ready for bed. After he put a pair of pajamas on, the king then climbed into a large bed, pulling the blanket over his chest. He let out a happy sigh, his last thought before falling asleep being his girlfriend’s pure smile.

I wrote this like--last year. Sorry it took so long to submit. Characters (c) Nintendo

#bowuigi #bowser x luigi #bowser x femluigi #gender bend #otp #nintendo #Bowser #Mario Bowser #luigi #nintendo luigi #video games #text #monster x human #monster boyfriend #bowser x luciana #My writing

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rosesbxrry-main · 4 years ago

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Public sex with S/O

Warning: NSFW

Characters: Shinso Hitoshi and Amajiki Tamaki with Female Reader

Author’s note: I want to thank everyone for the love and support towards my last post which is now more than 900 notes! I’m sorry for not being able to post my writing frequently and I have to blame university for the lack of time. But since I’ve just finished my end of semester examination (yee haw!), I have a lot of free time before my next semester so, keep a look out for my next post!

-Shinso Hitoshi

Hitoshi pressed himself closely to your back, hands caging you beside the automatic door of the train door. You could feel his warm breath against the nape of your neck, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. The both of you were fortunately able to catch the last train of the day, but there were barely anyone in the train except for a few people a few compartment away.

You pray to god that they didn’t realize the both of you mush together at the corner, where at least there was some obstruction hiding the way Hitoshi was grinding his hard on against the crevice of your ass cheeks. His clothed dick created the friction you needed to feel the wetness forming in your underwear and you almost let out a moan when both of his hands cup your clothed breast.

“Quiet down kitten, you don’t want us to get caught now right?” He whispers against your ears and you reach up to muffle the groans escaping your lips against the palm of your hand.

He smirked, “Good girl”

Hitoshi begins to massage your breast in a circular motion, applying enough strength to arouse you further. You could feel his hands beginning to crawl under your shirt, pass your bra to feel the hardened nipple of your breast against the skin of his palm. He began to tease it, twirling it between his thumb and index finger.

You try your best to muffle the moans but it was proven to be harder as Hitoshi played with your nipples, occasionally scraping both of the buds lightly with his fingernail.

“Hitoshi...” you plead, feeling the aching sensation between your legs to be unbearable. The train slightly shook during the journey but the both of you paid no mind.

“Unzip it for me”

Your hand reaches back to feel his clothed hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants. You pump it a few times before unzipping his fly to release him. He let out a satisfied sigh, feeling comfortable now that his dick was no longer being confined.

He rides up your skirt slightly, two fingers reaching the space between your legs to rub your soaked panties.

“Shit kitten- your fucking wet already. Do you like it when we do this in public?” He vigorously kneads your moist folds, your juices flowing out to drip down your legs. You bit down your lower lips, feeling his fingers digging deeper beyond your folds.

Hitoshi wasted no time and pulled your panties to the side. You yelp when the head of his cock is rubbing against your opening before he slides it inside your panties. Instead of his cock feeling you up, the sides of his dick was rubbing against your cunt, the wetness of your juice allowing him to slide against you with ease.

He nibbles on the shell of your ear with hands tightly gripping your waist, thrusting into your panties and feeling your warm folds against his cock. You could see the head popping into view in front of your skirt, dripping with precum at the slit whenever he thrust in.

The sight was overwhelmingly erotic.

“ahhh- inside Shinso. Fill me up- mmmph” He clasps your mouth with his left hand before finally pushing his cock into your cunt. He shut his eyes, mouth tightly against the junction of your neck. He pulled your back towards him as close as he can, feeling your walls clutching every surface of him like a glove. It took some time for him to calm down- steadying your trembling body with a hand around your waist.

“You so tight kitten...ugghh....I love it”

He began to thrust into you- every push grazing your sensitive spots, every push stretching the walls of your pussy; feeling the familiar wave of pleasure building up and waiting to be released. Hitoshi’s thrust began to quicken, his own climax reaching the threshold of pleasure.

“Nghhh...I’m cumming!-”

He whispered close to your ear, causing you to pull on the fabric of his thigh.

“Come...inside....me”

With your command, he shove his thick cock deep inside your pussy; his warm seed filling you up. You could feel the excess juices dripping down your thigh, a mix of both of you and Hitoshi’s fluid after the intense climax.

You lean on the wall for support, legs quivering and feeling lightheaded as he begins to slowly pull himself out of you. Your panties were now drench with cum; the fabric absorbing the fluid and turning it into a darker color.

Hitoshi glanced at the other visible passengers in the train, none of them were aware of the explicit act done by the both of you.

“We should do this more often”

-Amajiki Tamaki

“I don’t know about this Y/N. What if we get caught?”

You hug him by the neck; pushing him against the giant rock you found close to the beach that you and Tamaki had gone for a swim.

He felt your wet body pushed against his own wet one; your soft breast rubbing against his naked chest as he snakes his hand around your waist. The fact that you were wearing a bikini didn’t help much; his cheeks blushing at the sight of your cleavage as he looked down at you.

He could feel his cock beginning to twitch at the mere thought of just the thin fabric of your wet bikini top separating your bodies.

You giggle at the sight of Tamaki’s bashful face; noticing the way he would glance down to look at the crevice of your breast. You purposely shove your chest closer to him and he quickly looks up with redden cheeks.

“Don’t worry Tama-“ you let your finger caress the skin on his nape. He let out a whine went he felt your tongue licking on the sensitive spot between the junction of his shoulder

“-as long as we stay quiet, no one will notice”

You let your lips wonder around his collarbone, leaving feathering kisses on his skin. He let out soft groans at the sensation as you began to trail down his chest.

“Nhhh.....” His grip on your waist tightens when you lick his nipple; a salty flavor invading your taste bud. Tamaki watches as you pull on the strings of your bikini top, the discarded garment revealing your ample breast.

You rub your chest against his, making sure your nipples were stroking his own sensitive bud.

“Does this feel good?”

He shudders at the friction of his nipple rubbing against yours. His arousal began to build up and he could feel his dick beginning to harden and straining his swimming trunks. He nodded at your question causing you to chuckle.

You bend down to kneel on the sandy floor of the beach; Tamaki’s crotch now at your eye level. You pulled down his trunks, his dick now hard and erect; the head nicely swollen.

“I’ll make you feel good even more”

You lick the precum dripping out of the slit before engulfing the head into your mouth.

“Y/N!...nghh...it feels...so good...ahh”

His hands grip your hair, pulling you into a steady rhythm- moving your mouth in and out of his dick. You pump the remaining length at the base, occasionally playing with his balls which causes Tamaki to moan louder. The familiar tightening in his gut indicates that his climax was close.

Tamaki stops your movement, panting heavily as he stares at you with sultry eyes. His head was filled with only one thing; he wants to pound into it when he cums.

“I want to be in you when I come” He pulled you up, pushing you against the rock instead; lifting one of your legs against his waistline. Hands tangled in his hair, you pull him in for a kiss, mouth wide open to let wet tongues swirl together.

He reaches to pull your bikini bottom to the side, sliding into your already slick pussy. Your walls stretch to the bream with his dick, clawing at his back as he pounds into you at a steady pace.

The sweet sound of your erratic moans were music to his ears. He sinks deeper into you, thrusting more precisely and hard, reaching to that spot where pleasure bursts into every inch of your body.

He was close and so were you

“Tama!...ahhh...harder...I’m close...”

Tamaki picks up the pace, his own orgasm nearing. Your walls were throbbing against his dick especially when he relentlessly hits your sweet spot.

With one last thrust, he poured his seed into you, the warm fluid painting the walls of your pussy. You moan loudly, the pleasure was so good, almost unbearable to the point where you felt your knees buckling.

The both of you hold each other closely, panting and sweating; waiting for the pleasure to die down. You swipe away the hair sticking to Tamaki’s forehead, face flush and mouth agape. You lean in to peck his lips with a smile.

“I told you it’ll be alright”

#bnha x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bnha smut #mha #bnha x y/n #bnha fanfic #shinso hitoshi #tamaki amajiki

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boom-bakugou · 5 years ago

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“Compare” - Kirishima

A/N: fuck i just got bored and this came out of my head, enjoy some shameless smut!

Pairings: Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT smutty smut smut, a lot of Kaminari bashing (sorry) and the tiniest bit of angst i guess? Alcohol consumption oh and also choking, biting, bruising etc

Summary: Kaminari and you are finished, officially. But what is he in comparison to your roommate Kirishima?

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“Go away Denki!”

“Come on babe look I already said I’m sorry-“

“Get OUT! I’m telling you don’t come by anymore!”

Your bedroom was strewn with his clothes, things he had left over at your place during the course of your relationship. With one quick swoop you gathered everything you’d thrown about and shoved it into his chest with enough force for him to have to balance himself after it.

“You’re texting other girls and all you can say is sorry?” You felt your blood boil, irises blown with pure seething anger. “I’m done with you Denki! I’m tired of you telling me to trust you when I obviously can’t!”

You took small steps towards him and he edged back, slowly leading him to the front door without him even realising it.

“Babe look-“

“No! Don’t call me that! Get your sorry ass out of here now!” You scream, almost loud enough to make the walls shake.

Denki shut his mouth and exhaled disappointedly, barely looking at you. He held the bundle of clothes tightly in his arms and left without a word. The relief of hearing your front door lock was music to your ears and letting your shoulders fall you gave a sigh.

“Hey uh you okay?” Kirishima, your roommate poked his head out from behind a corner sensing that it was all over.

“I am now.” You tried to calm your tone but there was still left over malice behind it.

Kirishima gave you a sympathetic look and without a word, went to the kitchen and came back with two bottles in hand.

“You kinda looked like you needed it.” He smiled, holding a bottle out to you.

On further inspection it was a beer bottle and you took it with a small ‘thanks’ before heading to the living room, practically throwing yourself on it with your lips attached to the neck of the beer.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Like you didn’t hear all of it.”

“Doesn’t mean you don’t wanna discuss it.”

“He’s just a dick who I gave too many chances and now I’m suffering the consequences.” You sigh, gulping the bitter liquid down to wash away the hot anger in your throat.

“Yeah what he did wasn’t exactly cool.” Kirishima muttered, following your stance in drinking. “He didn’t deserve you anyway.”

His comment took you a bit by surprise but right now it didn’t even show on your face. Too numb from the events prior.

“I’m still even wearing this dumb shirt he got me.” You grumble, pulling at the fabric with disdain.

“Do you wanna take it off?” Kirishima said before spluttering into his next statement: “Wait not like that I mean like do you wanna change?”

You chuckle at your roommate, honestly you couldn’t ask for a better one. Super nice, always helped do his bit with the apartment, super hot and an absolute gentleman. But you never really considered the third option when you were with Kaminari.

“I’ll leave it on.” Writhe in the sadness of it all being gone. “Just a little while longer.”

Kirishima looked you up and down with a small smile before pulling his phone out his pocket.

“Well I say we order takeout and watch badly rated Netflix movies.” He gave you a toothy grin as he showed you on his phone that he’d already had your favourite takeout place’s website on the screen.

“You read my mind Eiji.”

After a long while of you and Kirishima drinking and awful lot of beer and consuming a lot of take out, you two lay on the couch hazily talking with a movie paused half way through because the two of you got bored of it.

“Fuck like I know he’s your friend but he’s such a dick!” You giggle, face flush with your drunkenness, just like Kirishima’s.

“No you’re so right oh my god he’s barely even a man sometimes!” He jested, finishing whatever was left in his latest bottle of beer.

“Oh god even like the sex, Jesus for once I’d like to come too yknow?” You didn’t even fully realise that you had said that out loud as you went for a sip, blocking Kirishima’s shocked face.

“Wait really?” He asked innocently enough. It was weird how close you two had gotten in your drunken stupor, almost a hair away from actually touching.

“Yeah it fucking sucked.” You roll your eyes and there’s a long beat before the two of you say anything. Letting the uncomfortable air swarm around you.

“How come you’ve never had a girl over? Like I’ve never seen you with a girl as long I’d been with Denki.” You turn to face him, only to find that he’s already looking you over, as if seeing you in a new light.

“S’nothing really. Guess I just couldn’t find someone right.” He had a different thought in his head but he was scared to let it out, but the alcohol was pushing it to the forefront of his mind.

“Come on, not even one person?” You elbow him lightly and he looks away, a small smile peeking on his lips.

“Well the one person happened to have a boyfriend at the time.” He looks back up at you and it takes you a moment or two to figure out he means you. But in the few seconds that pass Kirishima’s face edges closer to yours, almost waiting for you to pull back but you don’t. Then your lips meet.

He tastes like beer but he smells like him and it’s heaven to your senses. You can’t help but run your hands through his hair as he grips your waist tightly. Before too long your kiss becomes heated, almost too drunk at some points as your teeth clash but you haven’t felt a spark like this in so long.

Kirishima guides you gently so you can straddle him as you kiss, your hands now ghostly moving underneath his shirt to trace his abs and you can feel him grow harder through your pyjamas and his basketball shorts. He takes your hint and breaks the kiss for breathing space and for him to clumsily tug off his shirt.

Seeing your lips bruised from kissing and your eyes dilated from pure lust made Kirishima absolutely feral for you, his hands greedily pulling you back in to have another taste of you before completely flipping you over on the couch so that he could look down on you.

“You look so fucking beautiful-“ He mutters against your lips, his hips rutting against yours carelessly but it feels so good right now you barely notice.

Kirishima pulls back before grabbing the hem of your shirt, a small smirk prying on his lips as he easily tears it in two, helping your arms slip out after before tossing it away.

“Eiji!”

“I didn’t need him in my way anymore.” His voice is a low growl as he kisses down your neck, your small whines vibrating your throat. Kirishima bites gently at your supple skin before kissing the pain away while his fingers fumble with the clasp of your bra.

Seconds of kissing and throwing off clothes feels like hours but neither of you care as you feel each other.

“Fuck you’re so fucking wet already for me baby-“ Kirishima’s fingers rub against your folds before beckoning them to your lips to suck which you happily oblige. You hear his moan gargle in his throat as you twirl your tongue around his digits.

Taking his fingers out of your mouth, he holds your chin gently with his thumb and finger; pressing a chaste kiss against your lips as he slides in you. His hip stutter againsts yours as he feels your body taking him in.

“Fuck you feel so fucking good around my cock baby girl.” His hand slips down to the side of your neck, squeezing slightly as he begins to move.

“Please Eiji oh my god-“ You gasp, your back arching in pleasure as you feel so full with him.

“Please what baby? Come on, use your words.” His sentence is slightly drawn out with gasps as he moves inside you. He gives a slight warning squeeze to your neck as speaks which makes you whine even more.

“Fuck please fuck me Eijiro, ruin me.” Your last words are almost a whisper but it’s enough for him to pick up his pace, a devilish look on his face. His hands slip to your chest, pinching at your nipple and twirling them beneath his fingers as he grunts.

Kirishima leans down, pressing sloppy kisses along your chest and over your breasts while teasing with your nipples to make you squirm beneath him. While one hand holds your waist tightly enough to not hurt but would definitely leave bruises while the other rubbed circles on your clit, nearing you to screams which you held back and let them gargle in your throat.

“Don’t hold back baby-“ Kirishima said with one long drawn out thrust as he leant to whisper in your ear. “I want the whole apartment complex to know how good I’m fucking you.”

His voice nearly makes you see stars as you scream out his name, you’ve never seen him look so cocky but it gave you shivers all the way up your spine and straight to your stomach as you felt a familiar tension begging to be released.

“Fuck fuck fuck Eiji I’m gonna come fuck-“ You’re breathless as he shamelessly fucks in and out of you, holding your legs tightly around his waist so he can get the perfect angle.

“Come all around my cock princess.” Kirishima moans, feeling you get tighter around him as he neared his high too.

As you came it sent shockwaves down your body that you felt like you were flying but breaking apart at the same time, it wasn’t too long before Kirishima followed too, white ropes of come filling you up until he was bent over you panting.

“Fuck- That was amazing.” You place a hand on his face to turn it to look at you, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.

“Better than Kaminari?”

“Doesn’t even compare.”

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amphxtrite · 4 years ago

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fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: loosely based on ‘helpless’ from hamilton.

warnings: unwanted touching, spelling/grammar mistakes.

word count: 3.6k

“boy you’ve got me helpless, look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit, I’m helpless.”

enjoy <3

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The Yule Ball was getting closer. After months of excitment, planning, giggling behind hands and whispering into peoples ears, the night was only a month away. The atmosphere of the school was strange, you went from fearing for your champion’s life, to happily gushing over outfits, dates and dancing, no one was complaining though, you’d much rather happily imagine then fear for friend’s lives. You were excited for the ball, there was no doubt about that. You spent days and nights daydreaming about the upcoming dance. Picturing the ball in your head was one of your favourite things to do to pass time, thoughts of Christmas themed decorations, gorgeous dresses and beautifully tailored suits, bright lights to match the spirit of joy noticeably in the air...

“y/n? Earth to y/n,” a small voice calls.

“y/n, you need to get your head out of the clouds.” a cold digit prods your face and you jump back.

“Christ, what the heck Mione!” You whisper-shout over to the girl next to you. Hermione simply laughs at your shock. “Your hands are so cold.” You shiver, pouting slightly.

“Oh don’t be so whiny. Pay attention, this is important.” She points to the front of the class where professor Binns is droning on and on about the giant wars. You groan quietly and prop your hand on your face again. “You know sometimes I hate how smart you have to be.” You mutter, scratching your quill against a blank scrap of parchment. Hermione rolls her eyes and continues her notes. “Has anyone asked you yet? To the dance I mean?” You lean onto your best friend’s shoulder. Hermione flushes an adorable pink, “as a matter of fact, yes,” you grin. “Ron finally plucked up the courage eh?” Hermione looks at you confused. “Who said anything about Ronald?” You immediately lift your head from her shoulder and clear your throat refocusing on the ghost professor. “Anyways. What was the name of that one giant again, the leader?” Hermione rolls her eyes again. “You need to be more specific y/n.” She continues to rattle on a list, giving you dates, and clan names in typical Hermione fashion. It seemed your distraction worked.

The dance was a couple days away now, and because you lost track of time you had yet to find a gown. You were thinking you would have to pay a visit to Hogsmeade sometime. As you open a package your mum sent you, your thoughts run short. A long red ball gown with tulle covering a beautiful satin sits before you, off the shoulder with a corset like top, you weren’t one to want to catch attention, but this dress was absolutely perfect. It took a second to snap out of your trancelike state, but you immediately picked up the dress to admire it. A handwritten note flutters from the dress to the floor, you pick it up.

‘Dear y/n, because I know you forgot. It’s in your size and everything, have fun my darling, write soon. - Love mum’

She knew you too well, you smile. Taking a minute you write a ‘thank you’ note to your mom and send it off with your owl. “Be careful out there.” You stroke her head before releasing the brilliant white owl and watching her fly into the distance.

Giddily, you run to the bathroom and step into the gorgeous dress. zipping it up was a struggle by yourself, but once it was on you could’ve fainted from happiness. You felt like a queen. Powerful and vibrant. You spent some time in the mirror simply twirling around, admiring the way the gown seemed to bring out the best in you and the way the fabric seemed to sparkle. you step out of it, cautious not to break anything and carefully fold it back into the box, happily carrying it to your trunk.

“What do you mean you don’t have a date yet?!” Hermione questions during lunch later that day.

“Mione, it’s nothing, I don’t need a date!” You reassure the fretting brunette. Hermione doesn’t seem satisfied with your answer. “This is ridiculous. This is impossible. Pansy Parkinson’s managed to scrape a date, how could no one have asked you?!”

“Well.” You rub the back of your neck nervously. “Someone did ask you? Why didn’t you accept? I know you’ve wanted to have a perfect dance at the ball for months!” Hermione inquires. “Well, that’s the thing.” You begin, taking a quick sip of tea. “I want it to be perfect, I can’t expect that from a joke like Cormac Mclaggen, now can I?” You explain, a deadpan look on your face. Hermione cringes and nods understandingly. “Don’t worry Mione, I’ll still get to dance. Maybe I’ll ask a friend.” You grin at the gryffindor in a reassuring manner. Hermione manages a weak smile, but she still didn’t like the fact that her best friend was going without a date to the dance she’d been dreaming about since it was announced.

Placing a gold necklace on your neck and slipping on your heels you sigh to yourself, “everything's gonna go great.” You tell yourself, practically manifesting a good night. Checking yourself in the mirror, you give yourself a smile and a thumbs up. It was the night, The Yule Ball had finally arrived, and while you were excited, the fact you were stepping in alone made you nervous. Taking another deep breath you smoothen your hair out a bit and nod reassuringly to yourself.

You make your way down to the Great Hall in a hurry, receiving many compliments on the way down. Despite feeling bashful at first, you feel your confidence grow and begin to walk with a pep in your step. Hermione steps out of the crowd and spots you. “Blimey, y/n! Look at you!” She squeals, pulling you into a tight hug. You blush and squeeze her back. “Thank you Mione! Oh and look at you!” You step back to admire her dress. “You look absolutely stunning.” You smile as Viktor walks over and sticks his arm out for Hermione to take. “I’ll see you inside.” You whisper over to her, pushing her towards her date. She grins, taking Viktor’s arm and walks over to the other champions.

The doors finally open and everyone heads inside, loud gasps are audible as excited students make their way in. The decorations were everything you could’ve ever dreamed for. The Great Hall had been transformed into a winter wonderland. The walls looked like they were covered in glistening ice. Long, shining icicles hung from the ceiling and three gorgeous evergreen trees were placed at the front of the room, elegantly decorated and covered in snow. Your mouth opens in a delighted smile.

The music begins and the champions begin their walk forward. You push your way to the front and clap excitedly as you spot Hermione, arm in arm with the Bulgarian Seeker. She waves back at you, an excited smile gracing her face as she begins to dance along with the other champions. It was strange, you saw these people fight for their lives, and here they were dancing. It was beautiful really, kind of funny when Harry would accidentally mess up.

Soon enough everyone is walking to their dates to begin dancing. Your shoulders sink a little as people begin to unite with their partners and smile moving across the dance floor. You look in the crowd for Hermione, hoping she’d help you find someone. You finally spot her a little while away and begin to walk towards her, slipping in between laughing couples, trying your best not to step on anyone’s toes. You raise your eyes above the crowd again, frantically in search of your best friend’s, but instead lock with a pair of beautiful brown orbs.

And suddenly you’re helpless.

Eyes full of determination, happiness. Eyes so mischievous, but serious at the same time. Staring into your soul, raising heat to your cheeks. He looks away, but your eyes are still focused on him.

“Y/n, there you are!” You turn and see Hermione dragging Viktor over to you. “Who is that?” You grab her arm, looking back over at the man who had captured your attention. Hermione’s head swivels over, eyes moving back and forth. “Fred? Are you talking about Fred?” She asks looking back to you, her eyebrows drawn together. “If you mean the handsome red-head with the cute brown eyes.” You smile giddily. Her face lights up. “You’re in luck, he’s here by himself too!” You look at her confused. “How do you-“

She laughs at your confused expression. “You really don’t know? That’s Ron’s older brother.” Your mouth goes agape at her statement, how did you not know him? She holds a finger to you, and makes her way across the room to Fred.

You start to panic, what was she up too? Hermione grabs Fred’s arm and begins to pull his arm. You come face to face with those pools of gorgeous brown again, but you don’t think he’s noticed you yet. Hermione starts to get closer, a laugh coming from her lips.

“Where are you taking me Granger?” Fred smirks, rolling his eyes at the persistent girl.

“Hurry up! I’m about to change your life!” Hermione grins ear to ear.

“Then by all means, lead the way.” Fred shrugs, giving in to Hermione’s insistent pulling.

Hermione finally stops in front of you and looks at Fred expectantly.

The Weasley’s eyes widen and his jaw drops, he has to blink the shock out of his eyes as he takes in the beautiful girl in front of him. She was absolutely stunning, especially in his house colours.

“y/n l/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You greet sticking your hand out to him. “My best friend.” Hermione smiles, bumping shoulders with Fred. You roll your eyes at her antics and look to Fred again. “Lovely evening isn’t it.” You try and coax him from his dazed expression. Fred shakes his head slightly and finally breaks into a smile and takes your hand. “If it takes a cheesy, Christmas dance for us to meet, it will have been worth it.” The gryffindor presses a kiss to the back of your hand. You blush bashfully at the gesture, looking over to your best friend. Hermione smiles. “I’ll leave you to it.” She waves, making her way back to Viktor and resuming their conversation.

“May I have this dance y/n.” Fred rises, offering you his hand and dropping into a low bow. You roll your eyes, but grin, taking it into yours and placing your other on his shoulder. “Of course.”

Fred beams, putting his other hand on your waist. He begins to lead you in a waltz with the other couples. Your smile widens as he twirls you and catches you in his arms again, pulling you closer to his chest. “You’re quite the dancer Fred.” you giggle. “Why thank you darling.” He smirks, leaning you back into a dip. “So tell me a bit more about yourself y/n.” He asks, taking your hand into his again and gliding you across the dance floor. You think for a moment before answering. “Well, I’m in y/h, in my fourth year, my favourite subject is defense against the dark arts and I love quidditch. What about you?” You inquire, pushing back some of the boy’s messy, long hair that had made it’s way onto his eyes. A pink hue appears on his freckled cheeks as his smile pushes his dimples in the most adorable way. “Well as you may have guessed, I’m a gryffindor, in my sixth year, don’t really fancy any class and I too love quidditch, you may have seen my lovely self on the pitch.” He teases.

It all made sense now, he was one of the Weasley twins, Ron’s older brothers, you had yet to meet, you felt stupid not recognizing him sooner, but you’d only seen him on the pitch while he was flying around like a blur on his broom, so it did kind of make sense.

You nod your head. “I think so, you’re quite the beater from what I’ve seen.” You laugh as Fred twirls you once again. As you land in his chest though, he stops dancing, instead just looking deep into your eyes.

“Hope this isn’t too much y/n, but I have to say you look gorgeous tonight.” Fred guides you out of the crowd, walking you to a secluded, more quiet area. A dopey grin breaks out on your lips and you take his hands into yours. “Thank you Fred, you look rather dashing yourself.” You poke at his chest. A cheerful smile makes it’s way onto Fred’s face. “Hey I’m gonna go grab a drink, do you want anything?” Fred questions, jabbing a thumb over to the refreshment table. “A pumpkin juice would be great.” You answer, realizing you too were parched.

“Alright, sit tight love, I’ll be back in a moment.” Fred slowly starts to walk away, waiting till the last possible second to let go of your hand and turn around.

You sigh and sit down in the chair behind you, smoothing out your dress and fixing up your hair a bit. You couldn’t believe how well the night was turning out. Not only did you find someone to dance with, but he was absolutely amazing. And Godric those mesmerizing eyes that put you in a trance and made you feel absolutely helpless.

“Hey y/n!” a cocky voice shouts to you. You sigh annoyed, turning your head around you come face to face with Cormac Mclaggen, the guy you rejected. Oh this was going to be great. “Oh, hi Cormac.” you greet back awkwardly. “I noticed you were all by yourself over here, looking all pathetic, so I thought I’d take pity on you and come offer you a dance.” The blonde quips, puffing out his chest in an arrogant demeanor. You roll your eyes at his behavior and notice Fred on his way back to you, holding on to your beverages. You stand to greet him, but Cormac takes that as a ‘yes’ to dance with him. “That’s what I thought.” He smirks as he places one hand on your hip and one on your bum. You freeze and swivel your head to look menacingly at him.

“Cormac. Get. Off” you emphasize each word, trying to push him off of you, but his grip is tight. “What? You know you want it baby.” He whispers into your ear, pushing his fingers deeper into your hips, you can feel his nails digging into you too, his gross breath getting closer to your neck.

You’re about to knee him in the place where the sun doesn’t shine, when a hand firmly grips onto Cormac’s shoulder and rips him off of you. “I’d listen to the lady if I were you Mclaggen.” Fred’s familiar voice warns the arrogant gryffindor. “Oh, and what are you going to do Weasley?” Cormac scoffs turning to face the significantly taller boy. Fred rolls his eyes, “not me buddy, her.” He points to you. Cormac turns, confused but it’s too late. you’ve already pulled out your wand and pointed it to the cocky gryffindor’s chest. “Petrificus Totalus!” You mutter under your breath as the gryffindor begins to seize up and fall onto the floor in a heavy ‘thump’. Inaudible to everyone else due to the loud music.

“Have a nice rest of your evening Mclaggen.” Fred waves sarcastically and pulls you away from the asshole, leading you out of the Great Hall, drinks still in hand. “Are you alright darling?” He turns back to you, placing the drinks down on the floor and holding your cheek in his hand, looking for any signs of injury.

“He dug his fingers into my hips, there’ll probably be a bruise there tomorrow.” You wince as you run a hand over your left hip, feeling the forming bruise. “Not if i can help it,” Fred pulls out his own wand and hovers it over your side. “Episkey.” He murmurs, hoping this will help soothe your pain. Your hip feels hot, and then very cold, and when you prodded at it again the pain was gone. You keep poking at it to make sure you’re correct, and the pain is really gone! You’re eyes light up and you wrap Fred in a hug. “Thank you Freddie!” You laugh gratefully, knowing Cormac will have left no mark behind. “Of course.” He grins wrapping his arms around your torso.

“You know, I like it when you say my name like that.” He smirks, pulling back with a teasing look in his eye. “Oh? Then I’ll make sure to say it more often, Freddie.” You giggle, intertwining your hand in his.

“That was badass what you did back there darling, should’ve seen the look on his face when he saw your wand.” Fred smirks, thinking back to the hilarious expression Cormac made as he fell to the ground. You smile proudly. “He got what he deserved, probably harassed dozens of girls tonight.” You roll your eyes at the thought, Mclaggen just couldn’t take a ‘no’. Fred has a proud look on his face. “I bet you’re quite the dueler.” You smirk. “One of the best.” Fred laughs and glances back at the open doors of the Great Hall.

“You still want to go back in?” Fred squeezes your hand. Pondering it for a moment, a thought pops into your head. “You know what, I have a better Idea.” You grin, pulling Fred into a run as you begin to lead him around the castle, your drinks long forgotten. You run with him into the clocktower courtyard and turn to face him again, your gown giving a satisfying ‘swish’ as you turn around. You look down and straighten out your dress again, twirling yourself to get a nice breeze on your legs.

Fred watches in adoration as you twirl around in the night, the snow glistening around you like something out of a magazine. You reminded him of muggle fairy tale, something about a fairy princess, but not even she could compare to your mesmerizing beauty. He walks over to you and takes your hands in his again. He waits until he can hear the faint music from the Great Hall before he begins to dance with you again, twirling you around, gliding across the snowy ground and holding you tight against his chest, enjoying the feeling of your warm hands against him. As the song ends he leans you into a low dip again, but instead of pulling up, he stays there and gazes at you with a soft expression written on his features. “What?” you ask with a small giggle, your hands resting on Fred’s shoulders.

He pauses for a minute, choosing his words carefully.

“Y/n I don’t have a dollar to my name, an acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame. All I have’s my honor, a tolerance for pain, a couple of Hogwarts credits and my top notch brain.” He teases. “This might be weird since I just met you today, and I may not be able to give you the greatest life, but as long as I’m alive y/n, I swear to God you’ll never feel alone. Would you let me take you out on a proper date, and one day make you mine?” He asks hopefully, finally pulling you up from the dip and pressing his forehead against yours. You feel yourself weakening at his poetic confession, his words awakening something inside you and bringing a feeling of pure joy.

“Fred, I’ve never felt so helpless, just looking into your eyes and the sky’s the limit, I’m helpless. Yes, of course, I’d love to go on a date Freddie!” You squeal happily as a dark blush coats your cheeks, looking into his honey-like orbs.

Fred grins happily, pressing a kiss to your forehead and hugging you close again, holding onto you like a lifeline. “Freddie. You missed.” You laugh, reluctantly pulling back and tapping your lips. Fred smirks. “Whatever my lady wishes” He teases, but his happiness is evident as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek and slowly brings his face closer to yours. When your lips finally meet, they mold together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces. His lips are warm and soft, a taste of fire whisky lingering from a drink he must’ve had. The two of you pull apart and look lovingly into each other’s eyes. The kiss was chaste, but still had you weak in the knees, you probably would’ve fell if it wasn’t for Fred’s arms.

This night was more magical than you could’ve ever dreamed of. You got your dance, a wonderful date, and a marvelous time. You couldn’t believe you how lucky you were to have met Freddie tonight.

Getting lost in his gorgeous brown eyes once again you shiver, finally realizing you were still in the winter snow. “Hope this isn’t too cheesy love.” He teases as he slips off his jacket and places it over your shoulders. “It’s perfect Freddie, thank you.” You say as you lean into his shoulder and begin to rock back and forth with him again. He places his hands on your hips again in a gentle, loving manner and you smile up at him again. As he smirks down at you, eyes full of adoration and happiness, you knew, he was the only one who could make you feel this helpless.

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mylittlemystery · 4 years ago

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Tongue Tied

Summary: for someone who usually had such a way with words, it was a rare occurrence for Gundham to find himself at a loss for them.

A/N: I have a total of three brain cells remaining, and all of them have been starving for some ‘lee Gundham content.

Sonia glanced up from her book when she felt the mattress dip beside her, and a warm smile graced her lips once she recognized it was none other than her boyfriend. “Gundham!” she chirped as she marked her place and set the book aside on her nightstand. Reading could wait until later - spending time with her lover was much more important. “How can I help you?”

Surprisingly enough, Gundham was rather quiet. He wasn’t usually one to actively seek out physical affection, so this situation was already strange enough as it is. He rubbed his forearm rhythmically, multicolored eyes taking up a striking interest in the wrinkled bed sheets beneath them, and his typically pale skin almost looked like it had been airbrushed with a baby pink hue. “U-um,” he muttered under his breath, already quiet words muffled even further by the large scarf covering his mouth.

Sonia’s previously cheerful expression melted into one of careful concern, and she scooted her body closer to the other’s after a moment’s hesitation. “Gundham? Is something the matter?” she inquired softly before resting a palm atop his bandaged hand. “If there’s something bothering you, you can always tell me…”

“N-no!” Gundham exclaimed with a sudden ferocity as he snatched his hand away. Immediately realizing that he had raised his voice a little too much, he recoiled back into himself like a wounded puppy. “It’s nothing like that,” he elaborated in a much gentler tone than before. “It’s just...I...I just…”

Sonia found herself at a loss for words for a moment as well - she had never seen the ordinarily prideful man in such a state. She knew that it was impolite to pry, but she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving the other like this. “Just what?” she echoed softly, raising a hand to cup one of those flushed cheeks.

Gundham flinched ever so slightly at the unannounced physical contact, but he made no move to stop his lover’s advancements. “W-would you…” It wasn’t that he had wanted to pause - rather, it was as if his very voice had been abruptly ripped away from him. Damn it...he was feared by countless beings, both mortal and supernatural alike! He shouldn’t be so easily overcome by such a harmless request! “...Would you perform that mortal ac-activity with me again?” he finally managed to choke out.

Sonia blinked obliviously, taking a minute to recall the events the two had participated in during the past week. “Do...do you mean tickling…?”

Judging by how red the other’s face grew at the mere mention of the word, it appeared that her shot in the dark had landed. “If...if that’s what you call it, yes,” Gundham murmured, seemingly trying to bury his head in the protective cocoon his scarf provided.

It was safe to say that Sonia’s heart melted at this downright adorable reaction, and a tender grin spread across her mouth. “Aw, of course I can!” she gushed without truly meaning to - seeing her boyfriend like this was just too cute for her to handle. “There’s no need for you to be so embarrassed over something like that.”

“F-foolish girl! An Overlord such as myself does not fall prey to such trivial enchantments!” Gundham insisted in an attempt to recover some of his lost ego, but it wasn’t very convincing when he still couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact with the other.

Clearly, Sonia didn’t buy the act (if her bubbly giggle was anything to go off of, that is). “Alright then! Lie down so we can do this properly!” she instructed merrily as she gave his chest a delicate prod.

Gundham did as he was told, face practically turning into a radiator with how much heat was pouring off it, laying on his back with his arms crossed like a little beetle stuck on its shell. His legs began fidgeting ever so slightly, feet toying with the top sheet beneath them anxiously. It was clear he was nervous, but not in the typical manner one might expect; this was a giddy sort of nervousness, one a child might experience when playing tag with their friends.

Sonia definitely wasn’t going to take this opportunity for granted, and she took some time to relish in the sight presented before her. The Forbidden One was as red as a tomato, his gaze focusing anywhere but on her own, and his normally carefully guarded body was being offered to her like the greatest gift she ever could have imagined. It made a sense of immense humility blossom within her heart; she felt absolutely honored to be trusted by the other to this extent. Finally, figuring she had kept him waiting long enough, she slipped her hands underneath his shirt and began skittering her well kept nails along the seldom touched flesh.

It didn’t take long at all for Gundham to burst into a flurry of tiny titters, his hands instinctively lowering themselves to push at those of his lover. “Nnnnnh! G-guhuhuhahahaaa!” His smile was much softer than his ordinary sneer, closed eyelids wrinkling at the corners with forced mirth, and his laugh sounded much lighter as well.

“You have such a wonderful laugh, Gundham,” Sonia gushed without really realizing it. “I’m so happy you’ll let me see you like this...all giggly and flustered!” A few giggles of her own mingled with those of her lover’s as she watched his plethora of reactions, her fingers continuing their devious dance along the expanse of quivering flesh.

Gundham didn’t think it was possible for his face to grow any redder than it already was, but this line of complimenting proved him sorely mistaken. He turned to bury his head into one of the many pillows beneath him, hoping that this would succeed in hiding his atypical demeanor, but all this did was result in the earlier scratches turning to gentle kneading. He barked out a laugh as he instinctually brought his knees to his chest, or, rather, into his beloved’s lower back.

Sonia clicked her tongue in mock chastise at this, shaking her head solemnly as if the other was nothing more than a particularly naughty pet. “Trying to hide yourself away from my claws?” she hummed as her formerly adoring smile morphed into one of a much more devious nature. She couldn’t help herself - she took a great fondness in teasing her brooding boyfriend to smithereens. “Silly dear...you know they’ll just find a way to keep on tickling~”

Gundham couldn’t hold back his yelp of surprise when he felt one of those dangerously long nails twirl inside his navel, and he fell into a bundle of chest shaking chortles. Words certainly seemed to hold an immense amount of power over him, what with his frantic clambering to hide his face behind his forearms, so it was no wonder that these sultry laden quips were making him feel weak in the knees. Still, he had to keep his composure. He wouldn’t dare surrender to something so light hearted!

“That’s right, love. Giggle all day!” Sonia cooed as she gradually let up on the area, her fingers idly tapping against the still quaking abdomen. “My goodness, you’re all aflush! I suppose not even the Supreme Overlord of Ice is a match for the Tickle Monster…”

...On second thought, he was surely going to die here. Swallowing down the antsy lump in his throat, Gundham affixed the best glare he could manage given the circumstances against those icy blue eyes. “You...you truly are a wicked enchantress…”

An unusually dark titter slipped from Sonia’s lips as she batted her lashes down at her captive innocently. “But of course~! And now that I’ve got you in my clutches, I have to wonder just what I’ll do with you…” She raised her hands so they were now at her sides, fingers wiggling in anticipation, looking the other up and down like he was the tastiest meal she’d ever laid eyes upon. “I could keep playing with this ticklish tummy for a while…”

More deep chuckles escaped from Gundham as the scribbling on his stomach resumed.

“Maybe I could play piano on your ribs…”

Delicate tapping soon followed, earning the princess a trifle of squirming.

“Maybe I could burrow under your arms…”

Said action won an outright snort.

“I could even play This Little Piggy with your toes~!”

Though she made no actual followthrough to these words, Gundham couldn’t help but bury his feet into the mattress protectively.

“Or maybe…”

The Dark Lord’s heart skipped a beat at the sudden silence that overpowered the room, his gaze trained on the surely rising claws of his demise. He felt so utterly meek in this position, so inconsequential and powerless, and it made an unfamiliar feeling brew in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps this was what humans meant when they referred to another as being bashful…?

“I’ll get at that cute little neck of yours!”

Gundham was rudely tugged away from his inner thoughts by the horrid sensation of...well, he didn’t quite know exactly what it was, but it was enough to make him explode with powerful belly laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” His lower half thrashed to and fro violently as if his very existence itself was determined to escape this predicament. “WH-WHAHAT IS THAHAHAHAHAT?!”

“What, you’ve never had a raspberry before?” Sonia asked dumbfoundedly, momentarily dropping her sadistic creature act. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at things), she recovered just as quickly. “Well then, I’ll guess we’ll just have to make up for it now~!” Preparing herself with a dramatically loud inhalation of breath, she blew against the other’s typically concealed neck once again.

To say that Gundham was hysterical would’ve been a major understatement; his throaty cackles were reverberating off the walls with the intensity of a clap of thunder. “NOHOHOHOHOHOOO!” he wailed desperately as yet another raspberry was delivered, creeping up to the edge of his sanity, clutching the other’s long strands of hair weakly. “IHI YIEHEHEHEHELD!” he cried out at last. “M-MEHEERCEEEHEHEHEE!”

With this dire call for reprieve, Sonia ceased her consensual torment immediately. Her smile melted back into the warm one others were more accustomed to seeing, and she delicately rubbed her thumb underneath the edge of his jawline. “Oh, love...I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away,” she mumbled sheepishly. “I do hope I didn’t go too far...did I?”

Taking some time to steady his breathing to a level he was satisfied with, Gundham gently shook his head. “I...I found that to be quite...entertaining,” he admitted in a hushed whisper, as though he was uttering a forgotten secret, his eyes shifting around the room awkwardly. “Th-thank you, my bunny…”

Sonia felt her own face grow hot at the sound of the beloved nickname, not hesitating to plant a kiss of appreciation on the tip of the other’s nose. “Of course!”

Gundham sighed as he wrapped his arms around her slender frame. She was a devious little minx, that much was for certain, and he’d managed to get tightly coiled around her little finger...

#writing #fanfiction #danganronpa #gundham tanaka #sonia nevermind #sondam #tickle #tickling #tickles #tickled #ticklish #my stuff #lmao this is the most self indulgent shit ive ever made

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undertaker1827 · 4 years ago

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hi ! a sweet headcanons for sebastian, edward and snake, a shy s/o who always looks at him, then quikly will looks away acting like nothing happend, but when she feels his eyes staring at her, she will hides her red face with her hands and giggles >\\\\< thank you admin ! 🤞✨

Absolutely and no worries, sorry these took so long!!

Masterlist

Sebastian

You could see Sebastian from the corner of your eye

He was perusing the bookshelves off to your left looking for a new story to start having just finished his old one

You were already curled up on the sofa with your own novel in hand and open to the correct page

You were yet to actually start reading though

In the low light offered by the flames in the hearth and the candles on the walls, Sebastian looked utterly captivating

His amber eyes were practically emanating a soft glow of their own and the light was reflecting off of his hair at such an angle that he almost looked like a painting, too perfect to be real

That said, your shy disposition would not so much as allow you to even dream of commenting on it how gorgeous he looked in that moment

You quickly averted your gaze back to your book when he turned slightly, but in doing so you missed the wide smirk spread across the demon’s lips

Of course he knew full well you were watching him, he could feel your eyes boring into the side of his head

Then it was his turn to stare at you, watching with delight as your cheeks progressed from a dusting of pale pink to an eventual bright red that was starting to reach down your neck and burn the tips of your ears

Your eyes flicked back to Sebastian once more at the incessant staring then you hid your face behind your book, letting out a string of small, nervous giggles

Still smirking, the demon rolled his eyes and slowly walked over to you

All you could hear were the heels of his perfectly polished loafers against the floor and the sound of your heart seemed to be getting louder at the same time as his steps did

You fought valiantly to keep the book up to your face even when Sebastian’s white gloved fingertips curled over the top of it to push it away

The next thing you knew he had trailed a fingertip under your chin to direct your eyes to his and you had never felt more flustered in your lif--

“There’s no need to hide, my dearest,” he said in that soft, low voice of his, “It’s only me. That said that was quite the performance…”

And now your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest

Edward

Edward was walking slowly around the sitting room you had both gone to after dinner

Whether to impress you or for genuine practice you weren’t sure, but either way he had drawn the sword he always carried with him and was twirling it expertly in his right hand

The shining metal was glinting in the light given off by the fireplace, casting both bright shapes and contrasting shadows on the walls

Those alone were interesting enough, but the shapes and the light and dark were reflected in Edward’s eyes as well, giving them a depth and detail like you’d never seen before

His gaze was focused on the sword and therefore yours was focused on him, quite happy to silently admire him from across the room rather than just straight up say how beautiful he looked

That was at least, until he caught your gaze

In a split second, you shifted it back towards whatever you’d been doing - wait, what had you been doing? - and tried to make yourself look busy

Edward was only too aware of your shy nature so just smiled at the antics

Without missing the opportunity for another intricate pattern of twirling, he sheathed the sword once more than made his way over to you

You started nervously giggling as he took a seat next to you, your eyes remaining firmly glued on the ground until he rested a gentle hand on your shoulder

Blushing profusely, you glanced up to see he was smiling kindly at you, even if he was also trying to keep from laughing

“You know you … you don’t need to be so shy around me, hm?” He murmured, the lightest pink colouring his own cheeks just a little

You returned the smile, a little bashful if nothing else and confessed that you did know that, you just couldn’t help reacting how you did

That sort of progressed into a quiet moment where neither of you felt you had to say or do anything, though Edward did still take your hand and press a small kiss to your knuckles, as he always seemed to

Snake

You were sitting in an armchair, cold hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea in an attempt to warm up

Snake seemed unaffected by the positively frigid temperature, no doubt he was cold blooded just like his serpents

He was curled up in the armchair opposite yours, the snakes in turn curled around his shoulders and arms

He was mumbling very quietly to them and they were all hissing in return, an entire private conversation you were not privy to

You were always very impressed by how he could communicate with them and as such you wasted no time in taking a moment to commit this image to memory

What you didn’t realise, however, was that the topic of conversation was you

Do you think they’ve noticed yet? “No Emily, they would have said something by now… right?” Might not have done. Can’t tell with these nervous types, just look at you. “Wordsworth!” You’re really not helping, you know.

Swallowing, Snake quickly glanced up at you to find you already staring at him, and both of you looked away again as fast as possible

You could already feel your face starting to heat up at the though of having been caught staring, and if Snake’s face were free of scales he was certain he’d be in the same position

You both kept your eyes glued to the floor until you looked up again, at the same time once more, then proceeded to drop eye contact at lightning speed

You started nervous giggling at the whole situation, a firm habit of yours when you didn’t know what else to do

Meanwhile, Snake’s snakes were wasting no time in berating him for looking away twice in a row when he could have started up a perfectly normal conversation

You’ll never get anywhere with them if you can’t even maintain eye contact, you know-- Wordsworth! Not helping! “Then what should I do?” Go and talk to them of course! Then-- Emily, that’s even worse! Look at the boy, he’ll never manage to do that!!

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bundleofyarrow · 4 years ago

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Bundle of Yarrow Chapter 7 is up!

Your adventure continues! Spending your last days in the Wild Area with Milo before you get to Motostoke. But so many feelings have gone unspoken. What will come out before you have to part ways? Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29087343/chapters/72689874 or below the cut! Comments and feedback always welcome <3

West Lake Axewell

The first thing you notice is how incredibly quiet it was. If you were next to a body of water in Alola, it was almost certainly the ocean, rolling in from the distance, rhythmically crashing against the shore. As you look to the gigantic lake, its stillness shook you. Underneath the overcast sky it was almost eerie, with the only movement being the occasional water Pokemon breaking the surface. Your body wanted to shiver, but it’s wasn’t really that cold, just grey and silent. The breeze seemed to rustle the tall grass more than wild Pokemon.

“Quite the sight, huh?” Milo was looking out at the lake also as the both of you approached it. “One of the few flat areas in Galar, you can see straight across.”

He was right, though you can’t really make out much given the fading light and how cloudy it is. But you do see the walls of a large city, making you pause a bit. You forgot that civilization existed for a while, what with all the dangers of the Wild Area. Who lets kids, much less anyone without experience, just waltz in here?

“Is that…?”

“Yep, that there’s Motostoke! The city gates are pretty much on the opposite side of the lake from us.”

So close, yet so far. You let out a little sigh.

“You alright? Leg botherin’ ya?” The concern in his voice creates a funny feeling in your stomach.

You put out your leg and rotate your foot in the air. “I think it’s fine, it hasn’t gotten worse at least. It’s more that I haven’t done camping and hiking like this in my entire life. So to get so much of it all at once has been quite the experience.” To put it lightly.

“Definitely havin’ an adventure, aren’t ya?” He offers a smile, because of course his first instinct is to lighten the mood. And it’s nice, you enjoy it.

“You can say that again!”

Milo scans the path in front of you. “I know we’ve been goin’ at it all day, but if we can cross that bridge over there,” He points out to a large wooden bridge that spans the skinniest part of the lake. “and then set up camp, Motostoke is reachable tomorrow.” Milo looks back to you, still concerned. “What do ya think?”

Nodding, you shift the bag on your back to sit more comfortably. “Sounds like a plan! Thanks so much for being my guide Milo, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He looks away, pink tufts of hair blocking his expression from view. “Oh it’s nothin’…” He mumbles out, among other indiscernible words.

The both of you maintain idle chit-chat along the way, mainly you pointing at a Pokemon you don’t recognize and Milo telling you what he knows about it. You get the sense that Milo is a bit of an introvert, and that silence without the pressure to talk is something that comforts him. He fumbles over his words often, but you find that charming. He seems preoccupied with trying to say the right thing, and the right thing tends to come naturally, except when you catch him off-guard. It’s hard not to enjoy watching him get flustered over little things.

As you draw closer to the bridge, you notice that the amount of tall grass in the area is increasing. There’s a clear path forward, but you feel a bit uneasy. Like someone, or something, was watching you. Rustling in the tall grass picked up the further along you went, and you instinctively grasped Milo’s arm. You had been walking without his support for a while now, so Milo jumped a bit in surprise.

“Milo, something is stalking us in the tall grass.”

“H-huh?” When you look over, his head is turned in the opposite direction, like he was avoiding something.

“Wait, what’s the matter? Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m f-fine! Jus’ dandy!”

“Why won’t you look at me? Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothin’! Don’t-”

“PAN!”

A small figure dashed out of the tall grass and right in the path of you and Milo. You actually recognized this one, it was a Pancham. She began to execute a series of martial arts moves, not attacking either of you but clearly it was a show of force. The Pancham ended with a dramatic and aggressive pose, shooting her most intimidating glare at you.

“CHAM!”

Moments pass in silence until you can’t handle it anymore.

You begin to giggle. “It’s adorable.”

The Pancham is clearly shocked at your reaction.

Milo smiles and rubs the back of his neck. “She’s a cutie pie that’s for sure.”

Her head hangs in shame. It seems like the Pokemon really thought she really had the upper hand here.

You walk over and squat down in front of her. “Hey now, don’t be sad! Just because you’re adorable doesn’t mean you’re not also very cool and strong!”

“Pan…?” The Pokemon’s eyes looked up to you, glistening.

“You’re the most fearsome Fighting Pokemon I’ve met in Galar!” Granted, this is the first Fighting-type you’ve met since you arrived, but she didn’t need to know that.

Pancham’s paws went to her hips and she confidently posed with that leaf in her mouth. You slowly extended your hand, and as you didn’t feel like she meant any harm, pet her on the head. She couldn’t help but smile and nuzzle into your hand.

“Something tells me you’re in the mood to play, am I right?”

The Pokemon nods before turning to the side and shadowboxing some more.

“How about this: if you can guide us across this scary bridge,” You gesture to your next destination. “I’ll let you battle with my Pokemon while we set up camp. And I’m sure Milo’s would love to make some new friends too, right Milo?”

You look back to Milo, who is looking down to you with a smile. This smile felt different from his usual, though you couldn’t really pinpoint why.

“You betchya! I have a few achin’ to have some fun.”

“What do you say? Will you help us out? We could use a brave Pokemon like you.”

If the Pancham still had a bruised ego, that was yesterday and now is a brand new day. She turned around and marched towards the bridge, looking about for any dangers to quell.

You rose from your low position, but must have struck a weird angle doing so because your injured leg felt weak. Stumbling and giving out a quick yelp, you felt a sudden pair of hands on your torso.

“Easy there now.” Milo helped you stand. “Leg still actin’ up?”

His hands were both gentle and firm as they helped you balance, and you were definitely blushing feeling him so close.

“Th-thanks Milo.” The Butterfree inside you danced. “It’s not so bad. I’m sure some rest will do it good.”

Eventually he lets you go when it seemed you were stable, and guided you forward behind the Pancham with a light palm on your back. It impressed you how he acted this way so naturally. Not that you were a cold person who ignored others in peril. But it seemed his body just moved like a reflex whenever someone was in need.

“It’s amazing how well you handled that Pancham.” Milo said it more to himself that you, like he was musing about something. “If you don’t end up a trainer, I could see ya as a great Pokemon breeder.” You’ve never considered the possibility before. “We have a Daycare Center right by Turffield, you should visit it sometime!”

“Oh? Is Turffield where you’re from?”

“Born n’ raised!” He beams with pride. "I miss it each time I have to travel. Quite peaceful, and the folk are humble and kind. It may not be a big fancy city but, it's home.”

It isn't long until you all make it to the bridge. The Pancham makes an exaggerated scouting motion, as if trying to scope out any enemies. Satisfied with the safety of the bridge, she waves the two of you to follow her.

The bridge itself feels sturdy, which is a relief because it's quite long. You can see from here that Lake Axewell is full of powerful looking Pokemon, and you'd rather not meet any by falling in. Crossing the bridge went by rather uneventfully, mostly Milo sounding homesick through how he described Turffield to you, and Pancham turning back to look at you both, as if she really did feel responsible for ensuring your safety.

You realized this was the most Milo has talked without prompting since you both met, bubbling with enthusiasm when you asked him questions about his hometown. It’s almost like you finally found the thing that let down his walls a little bit. It was easy for Milo to come off as polite and well-mannered, but before now you had a creeping fear he was just being nice because that was the normal thing to do.

“Now you have to come n’ visit. All my Wooloo will love ya’.” But this made you feel a little better.

Once across the bridge, the colors of dusk were full in the sky. Thankfully it was easy enough to find a clearing nearby to set up camp. You let out your Pokemon to play with Pancham, only to have Wooloo and Yamper tackle to you the ground, giving you their excited and excessive versions of affection. Between your fits of giggles, you realize that your Pokemon probably felt your distress, but you left them in your bag and they were unable to get out.

“I missed you all too, I’m sorry it’s taken so long for you all to come out- ack, Yamper! Not in my mouth!” You can’t help but laugh as you sit up and hug your excited Pokemon. “And don’t forget to acquaint yourselves with Lotad!” The two scamper over to Vanillite and Lotad, who are chatting. You notice your Pancham guide acting a bit bashful to the side. “Now don’t be shy, everyone’s friendly! You all, make room for a new friend!” You gently push her towards your Pokemon, who let her join in.

The sound of opening Pokeballs draws your attention to your left, where you see three Pokemon floating around Milo. Two of them are the same species, though one seems incredibly stronger than the other. He’s gently petting them and whispering hellos.

“Go on, introduce yourselves.” They ride the breeze over to you, giggling and twirling around you. These must be native to Galar, or at least missing from Alola’s ecosystems, because you’ve never seen them before.

“This redhead here is Gossifleur,” Milo began, anticipating your question. Gossifleur spun as if on cue. “and these two elegant cotton balls are Eldegoss.” Both bowed towards you. The Gossifleur and one of the Eldegoss went over to join the other Pokemon, who were starting to play. “This one gave that Seismitoad a what-for when you were in trouble.” Made sense, he seemed way more experienced and skilled than any of the other Pokemon present.

You smiled and bowed as well. “I am in your debt. If you ever need me to sneak you treats past Milo, just give me the word.”

“H-hey now…” Milo put his hands to his hips as the Eldegoss twirled and giggled some more.

The two of you began to set up camp and the Pokemon romped and battled with each other. You were kind of relieved that your Pokemon could fight without direction, calling out orders in battle felt weird. If your Pokemon could fight more instinctively, that would would help out in future encounters.

First you helped Milo get his tent up, which his elder Eldegoss rested on top of the moment you finished. Then you looked around for sticks and dried up driftwood, since this area had less trees than the others you’ve camped at so far. You spot Milo squatting down at the coast of the lake and pulling up roots of some sort. Eventually you make it back to camp and begin stacking the wood, and Milo returns with what looks to be vegetables just washed in the lake.

“So for dinner, I’m thinkin’ I’ll-”

“Oh no no.” You interrupt, taking the roots from him. “You have been working so hard taking care of me. Let me do something for you.”

This catches Milo by surprise, which makes him a bit flustered. You realize that he does a lot so naturally that it must rattle him when something unexpected happens.

“But I don’t m-mind! You’re hurt ‘n all.”

“How about you start the fire, then check in on the Pokemon and make sure everyone’s playing nice?”

He blinks a few times before showing you a bit of an embarrassed smile. “M’kay, only if you promise to holler if you need help.”

“Promise.”

You borrow Milo’s paring knife while he takes out some flint for fire-making. Along with the roots you have mushrooms that you picked in the Dappled Grove and the berries that survived the trip from the Rolling Fields. You bring the root up to your nose and smell it, immediately jerking it away when you get a strong pungent, bitter smell.

“I can go find something else if you want-”

“Milo.”

He looks a little startled. “Y-yes?”

You see that the fire is growing and should be fine for cooking in due time. You point over to where the Pokemon are hanging out. “Go play.” Milo almost scrambles over to the group, and you smile a bit as they cheer and involve him into their activities. You can hear some giggling from behind you, likely his Eldegoss still perched on the tent.

Turning back to the ingredients in front of you, it’s likely the meal will have to be centered around the pungent root and mushrooms. The root will have to be peeled and well-grilled to begin tempering the bitterness, meaning you will likely grill the mushrooms as well. They would be okay together, but need a little more balancing… You sift through the berries in your bag until you find what you’re looking for: persim berries. Cooking this into the roux of the curry is bound will downplay the bitter elements of the root and allow the mushrooms to shine a bit more.

Grabbing a pot Milo brought with him, you head down to the lake. Milo looks like he’s about to say something to you, but the Pokemon tackle him for his attention. You fill it with water and return it to the fire, beginning prep work as it begins to boil. You put in the rice and eventually make the curry with persim paste. As all that cooks, you take a small break as everyone is making some noise and you see a bright light flash from the center of the group. Lotad was evolving, and you got to be the first to congratulate her as you hug your new Lombre. She seemed a lot more relaxed in this form, and looking around, it seemed like your Pokemon were training and tiring themselves out. You’ll have to check and see if they learned any new moves later.

Returning to the fire, you set up makeshift skewers so you can grill all the sliced mushrooms and root that you can. Once everything is done cooking you make plates for Milo and yourself by creating a bed of rice, scooping on the persim curry, and topping it all with the grilled root and mushrooms. Then you set out the rest for the Pokemon, calling everyone over to eat.

Milo and the Pokemon bound over enthusiastically to grab their helpings. Milo beams when you hand him his plate. In your periphery, you notice the Pancham acting shy again. “You didn’t come all this way just to look at others eat did you? Come, join your friends!” It seems like all she needed was permission because she bolted over immediately to eat with the rest of the Pokemon.“This is great!” Milo was shoveling in his dinner, he must have been hungrier than he let on. “I’ve never had such a well-considered meal while camping.”

You smiled at his compliment and took a bite yourself. The grilling helped bring out the sweet and savory elements while the curry had a balancing effect, to the point where you were actually enjoying the bitter profile of the pungent root. Not bad for making something out of completely foraged items!

If it wasn’t for everyone starting to quiet down because their mouths were full, you wouldn’t have heard the faint vibrating in your bag. You look over to Milo, who has his mouth full.

“I’m going to answer my phone, sorry if I take a while.”

He nods, clearly wanting to say something but instead focusing on chewing and swallowing his food as you slip towards your bag by the fire. You sit crossed-legged with your curry in your lap, and fish your phone from out of your pack. There’s a part of you that still wants to ignore it, but you imagine your tantrum has gone on long enough and it’s time to answer. You tentatively tap on your Rotom Phone and watch the video turned on.

It was Leon. This shocked you a bit since the number was from Sonia’s phone. He wasn’t looking at the phone but at something off camera, like he wasn’t really expecting you to pick up. Which, fair.

“Hi.”

You honestly have no idea what else to say.

There’s a couple seconds of pause as Leon’s eyes slowly move towards the screen and presumably to your face.

“Oh my god.” The way he says your name twists your heart with guilt. He looks a bit ragged, but as you look at his surroundings, you can see that he’s indoors somewhere. As he shifts to sit up, you can make out that he’s probably in a hotel room, flopped down in bed with the TV on in the background, some trainer’s battle statistics being read off. He’s in some casual clothes instead of his jersey, but still has on his trusty snapback. “You’re alive, thank Arceus. You’re alive.”

You close your eyes, already feeling a whirlwind of emotions.

“Leon, I-”“I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry. This was all my fault, please forgive me. Please. Please, I’m sorry.”

The distress in his voice almost startled you. The sincere desperation on his face is clear and unfiltered. A tremor spills through the palm holding your phone.

“No Leon, no. It was me. I’m the idiot here. I need to be the one apologizing.” Your nose sniffles, and the way your senses prickle tell you that tears will soon be on their way. You probably look miserable, and locking eyes with Leon is just making you feel like you’ve been acting like trash these past few days. “I’m so horrified at my behavior, and how I’ve acted. You must have been so worried.”

“I was, I thought, it would be all my fault if something happened to you.” From the sound of his voice, it sounds like Leon is beating you to the crying. “You didn’t answer, not even to yell at me, or tell me to leave you alone, so I couldn’t stop thinking of the worst.” Now come the tears, he doesn’t even pretend to hide them. This only prompted your own to run down your cheeks. “I can be such a bonehead, and insensitive to others, because I’m wrapped up in my own shit. And if you got hurt because I was being a jerk, I just don’t know what I would have done.”

The both of you trade apologies like this for a few more minutes through quiet sobbing. You’re sure the others could sense your emotion but you couldn’t bring yourself to look over.

“Leon, I promise, I’m okay. I only have a small injury and it’s healing well.”“…What? What happened?”

You recount your encounter with the Seismitoad. Leon cursed, and his golden eyes locked onto you fiercely. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

That sounded rather extra, but for some reason, you didn’t mind. You tried to smile through the ugly crying.

“I was lucky that I was saved by a kind stranger camping out in the Dappled Grove. He’s escorting me to Motostoke, I think I could be there by tomorrow.”

There’s an uncomfortable pause, though you’re not sure why it is.

“Do you… feel safe, you know, with him?” Leon looks dead serious.

“My chastity remains unspoiled, dear knight.”

Leon turns red but maintains his serious demeanor. “I hate that you’re still out there. Maybe if I leave now-”“No, Leon, don’t. I know you probably have important champion stuff to be doing. Don’t waste time on me because I’ve been acting like a brat.”

“Don’t say that about yourself. Well, at least, you’re not a waste of time to me.” He cracks a bit of a smirk for the first time this entire call. “Though yeah you’re a brat for all you’ve put me and Sonia through.”

“I deserve that.” Your hand rubs at your face, trying to clear away some of the tears. “I owe you both a big apology. Letting me camp with you all and then just running off like that.”

“Hey, all that matters is that you’re safe.”

Leon’s attention suddenly shifts away from the phone, and he beckons someone over. Sonia’s face squeezes into frame and she immediately starts crying, which makes you cry all over again too.

“We were so worried about you! God I was terrified thinking of you out there all by yourself.” She managed through her tears. “You’re grounded, under house arrest, in detention. I don’t want you missing ever again! This is what happens when I leave you with Leon.”

“H-hey, I was worried too!” The two bicker some, and you all begin to break down into soft giggles, sniffles, and hiccups.

“I promise not to do this ever again. If you all want to send me back to Postwick though, I don’t blame you, I deserve it.”

“Don’t say things like that. We promised to go on an adventure together remember?”

You smiled, remembering your time in Wedgehurst with Sonia.

“I-I want to come on the adventure too…” Leon was pouting.

“When I get to Motostoke, I owe you both apologies, and explanations.” You look down, dreading it but knowing it’s the right thing to do. “You both have been so kind, and are basically my anchor here.” A yawn escapes from your mouth. “I should be in Motostoke tomorrow, don’t worry about me if you both are busy with things.”

Sonia wrestles her phone from Leon’s grasp. “Just keep us updated, okay? We’re staying in the Budew Hotel, but if you make it in time, you can watch Hop and Gloria participate in the opening ceremony!”

Nodding, you tell yourself that tomorrow has to be a hustle so you can make it in time. “It’s a promise.”

You hear Leon mutter something off to the side which catches Sonia’s attention, making her snicker. “The Great Unbeatable Champion Leon has a request~” She deftly dodges a pillow being thrown at her from off-camera. “And really, me too, because I want him to leave my phone alone: can I pass along your number to Leon?”

It seems like not all of the of the calls and texts you got were from Sonia after all. You nod with a small smile. You’re glad that this seems mostly like water under the bridge, though you are still a bit embarrassed about how silly you’ve been acting.

Shifting a bit, you realize that you’ve barely touched your dinner. “Okay, I’m going to go. I can’t wait to see you two tomorrow!”

Leon nudged into the camera frame as they both gave their goodbyes, and soon the call was over. You couldn’t help but give one long exhale, trying to relieve all the tension you’ve been holding in your body. It wasn’t even seconds after you put your phone away that Wooloo, Yamper, and Pancham ran over and pressed into you.

“Aww you guys. Thank you.” You tried to hug them all at once, and saw Milo coming over, chuckling.

“Sorry, I tried to keep ‘em at bay to give you some space.” He extended his hand to help you up from the Pokemon pile that wiggled on top of you. His grip encircled yours, warm.

You picked up your plate of food and returned to the rest around the fire, sitting next to Milo. Your Wooloo nestled against your side as your other Pokemon began to huddle together for warmth and comfort.

“Apologies for taking so long, didn’t mean to ignore you.” You begin to eat your curry. “How’s dinner?”

“Amazin’, you have a good touch for cookin’! The Pokemon were very pleased.”

“And how about you?”

He blinks a few times. “I m-mean, of course I loved it…”It takes all your strength to not smirk or laugh, to not give away how you said that on purpose just to get a reaction from Milo. “I’m glad, I wanted you to feel how grateful I am that you’re as kind as you are.” You look over to him, and even though the only light is coming from the campfire, it’s not hard to see he’s blushing. “I’ve caused you trouble, and I just want to thank you for all that you’ve done for me.”

Milo stammers out some words that you can’t really understand, but you just smile and continue eating as he works through his awkwardness. Guy has to learn to take a compliment, you know?

“Y-you’re welcome though!!” He eventually spits out, desperately scooping at his empty plate trying to seem like he was concentrating on eating still. You hear the telltale giggling of his Pokemon around him. “You guys, s-stop!”

Cracking a smile, you collect all the dinnerware and head down to the lake to wash everything. The moon is covered by clouds, but some of its light shimmers on the surface of the water. The conversation with Sonia and Leon replays through your mind as you wipe off the remnants of dinner. It was surprising that they didn’t tell you off or make you to go home to Postwick. It showed that you were ready to give up when others believed in you. And you needed to see this through, mainly for your own personal growth, but also to respect the time and energy other put into you.

Returning to camp, you come to an almost domestic scene of all your Pokemon and Pancham just huddled in one cute heap and Milo nearby petting Wooloo with one hand while he checks his phone with the other. Sensing your emotions, your Rotom Phone zips out of your pocket and snaps a picture. The camera shutter sound and your subsequent scolding of Rotom alerts Milo to your presence.

“Thanks for takin’ care of the dishes! I feel spoiled.”

“Good.” You smile, hoping Milo doesn’t bring up the fact that your Rotom creeped on him, and set the plates and such into his tent. “Though I bet you’re ready for me to get out of your hair by now I’m sure.”

“Not at all.” He checks the time on his phone. “But if we’re gonna make it to Motostoke before the openin’ ceremony, we should probably hit the hay soon and get up early.” He stretched and yawned, with Wooloo whining a little from the loss of contact.

The both of you rustle around preparing for bed, Milo inside his tent and you rolling out your sleeping bag by the campfire. You’re about to douse the fire when Milo calls for your attention, his head poking out from his tent.

“You’re sleepin’ outside? Aren’t you chilly out here?” He sounds concerned, which makes you feel something all over.

“I imagine you want your tent back to yourself. Plus I got this big pile of Pokemon to keep me warm.” All of your Pokemon are out except for Vanillite, who returned to their Pokeball after no one wanted to cuddle with below freezing body temperatures, with Pancham taking their place. However you would be lying if a reason you decided to stay outside was out of respect for Milo’s relationship with Nessa.

Milo’s brow is furrowed and it seems like there’s a battle going on in his head. “Okay, only if you’re sure…” He pauses. “I really don’t mind i-if y-you…” His voice trails off and you take it as him trying to be polite.

“Don’t worry, you deserve a night off from babysitting me. I can handle this.” …you think.

He eventually accepts your answer, not one to push, and eventually wishes you good night before slipping back inside his tent. You douse the fire and crawl into your sleeping bag, and the Pokemon promptly huddle into the various nooks your body makes sleeping on your side. Turns out having cuddly Pokemon has its practical benefits too. Your eyes were about to close when you heard your phone buzz.

Rotom apologized noting the timing, but you see a text from an unfamiliar Galarian number, and upon opening the message realize it’s Leon.

Hi its Leon! Just texting you so you have my number

You smile, starting to feel a sense of normalcy after all the events in the Wild Area.

thanks~ looking forward to reuniting tomorrow <3

Moving to slip your phone back into a bag pocket, you pause when it vibrates again. You turn the screen towards you and see Leon has already replied.

I can’t wait I don’t think I’ll be able to sit still until I see you with my own eyes

So much for ‘just’ texting you for saving his number. A part of you admits that you’re a little happy though.

definitely hustling over to Motostoke, planning on waking up early and everything! will you be busy doing things for the ceremony tomorrow?

Your eyes close for only a moment before you get another text from Leon.

Well yes I mean I am the Champion after all ;)

You snort at him capitalizing champion, stirring your Yamper from her sleep for a second before you pet her back into slumber.

Pardon me, your Highness. i come from a land without royalty

Pancham wiggles around in the space behind your knees before breathing out a satisfied sigh.

PLEASE don’t call me that lol sorry I keep forgetting you dont know much about sports

You roll your eyes a bit.

then do enlighten me, Mr. Unbeatable Champion Sir ;)

The screen lights up with an immediate “STOP” text from him, making you giggle. Wooloo bleats a soft noise of concern into your chest, and promptly goes back to sleep when nothing seems wrong.

Nooooo you’re killing me dooooont :( one thing I like about you is that you treat me like a normal human being not like the Champion

You’re not sure if you should read into that text or not.

But anyway I can sneak away whenever Charizard can show me to the city gates. So make sure to text me as you’re arriving and I can meet you!!!! :D

Looks like Charizard is going to be the one guiding you around Motostoke then.

sounds like a plan! see you tomorrow then~

Leon wishes you a good night, and you finally tuck Rotom into your bag. Closing your eyes, you can’t help but think of how normal that felt. Being out in the Wild Area has really pushed you out of your element, a scary place in a strange region. You’ve never really camped before and now you’ve just spent three days in the wilderness. And now that’s you’re recovering from a near-death experience, it’s time to leave the Wild Area for the rest of your days.

Just as you were about to drift off, you heard the unzipping of Milo’s tent, followed by footsteps and the shuffling of some material against fabric. Your eyes open and head turns as the Pokemon resting against your body shift in response to what they are sensing. It’s almost pitch black, but the light from a Rotom Phone shows someone is lying a sleeping bag down near you.

“…Milo…?”

His silhouette pauses before continuing to slide into his sleeping bag.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake ya.”

You turn your body so you’re completely facing him. The Pokemon grumble when they are disturbed, and now congregate in-between Milo and yourself, with Wooloo shamelessly pressing into Milo’s chest.

“What are you doing out here?”

“It just didn’t feel right lettin’ you sleep out here all by yourself.”

You’re thankful for the cover of darkness, since you definitely have an embarrassed smile on your face.

“Oh, you don’t have to do this really, I got the Pokemon out here with me.”

“I can leave if it makes ya uncomfortable-”

“No!”

You say a little too quickly and loudly, enough to startle some of your Pokemon.

“I mean… I like that you’re here, and selfishly want you to stay, I just don’t want you inconveniencing yourself on my behalf even more than you already have… Arceus, I’m talking too much.”

You desperately wish you could read his expression through the dark, but you think you hear a light chuckle.

“I want to be here too. Sounds like everythin’s alright then.”

It feels like you should just fall asleep at that, but also, it seems like the right time to chat a little more.

“Looks like Wooloo’s happy. We might have to do joint custody at this rate.”

You can hear Wooloo’s wool being pet, and the Pokemon letting out a pleased sigh.

“He definitely would make all my other Wooloo jealous. I wonder if they’ll play well with him.”

“We’ll have to find out when I visit.”

There’s a few moments of silence, and you yawn a little.

“I’ll miss your company until then.”

Milo seems to shift around in his sleeping bag a bit in response to that.

“…r-really now? Sounds like you have good friends waitin’ for ya…”

You hum a bit as your eyes feel heavier. It’s true, you are about to re-enter the whirlwind that is Leon and Sonia. But there is something about this man in front of you that makes you feel a different way. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but that’s why you wish you could spend more time with him.

“Yeah but I want to spend more time with you.”

Your thoughts are getting a bit hazy and running into your words as physical and emotional exhaustion begin to overtake you.

“You make me… feel different…”

If Milo responded, you’ve fallen too deep into sleep to hear it.

#milo x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon sword and shield imagines #pokemon milo imagines #pokemon milo #pokemon swsh imagines #fanfiction #a bundle of yarrow #fic

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You Know Me Well

(27. Unkempt for @31daysofwayhaven)

Now with art!

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By the third time Abigail glanced out the station’s front window, she’d dropped any pretense of being subtle.

As had Tina, who was blatantly grinning at her when she looked back over. “Hot date?”

Abigail chuckled quietly. “By my standards, yeah. Not sure you’d count it th’ same,” she teased.

“I am who I am,” Tina laughed. “And you are who you are. Which, in this case, is absolutely smitten.”

Abigail smiled as she shrugged and made no effort to deny it. She didn’t quite have the heart to clarify her “hot date” was with a book; Nate was just coming by to walk her home.

“Hey, I would be, too, if my boyfriend looked like that,” Tina said, nudging Abigail with her elbow. “No judgment here. I can finish this paperwork on my own if you’d rather wait outside for him.”

“I don’t mind-” Abigail started to protest.

“And neither do I, or I wouldn’t have offered,” Tina grinned. “It’s not exactly like we’re swamped tonight; I’ll have plenty of time, and your shift is just about done.” Her grin widened into something almost Cheshire. “Besides, you’re so distracted checking for Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome every ten seconds, I may as well be doing it on my own.”

Abigail’s face warmed at the friendly needling. “Sorry. This is th’ first chance we gotten t’ spend time together since makin’ it official. Aside from the carnival,” she amended, smile pulling her lips as she twisted one finger in a lock of hair and tugged it slightly. “I may be just a bit excited, yeah?”

“Oh, just a bit?” Tina teased, then made a shooing motion toward the front door. “Far be it from me to stand in the way of romance. Go await your Prince Charming, Detective Jenings. I can handle this.”

Abigail only wavered another second before taking her up on it. “Thanks, Tina.”

“Don’t mention it,” Tina winked. “I know you’d do the same for me.”

“Anytime,” Abigail said, and she meant it. “You can keep workin’ in here if y’want,” she offered as she turned off her computer. “I think I can trust ya with my desk.”

“At least more than whoever’s responsible for that,” Tina said with a smirk. She nodded at the still-duct-taped corner and it was all Abigail could do to bite back a laugh.

“I would hope,” was all she said. “See you tomorrow, then.”

“Night, AJ,” Tina said, fluttering one hand in a goodbye wave.

“Night.” She debated gathering her hair back in a ponytail as she headed for the door. It looked breezy, no point in letting her hair get messier than it had to. But she found herself, for once, without a hair band around her wrist and had to settle for hoping it wouldn’t be too windy.

Sure enough, a late spring breeze bustled down the street just as she stepped outside and sent a shiver up her spine. My one problem with spring, she thought wryly. I never remember how much it cools in the evening. The blouse she’d selected this morning had been fine then, even without her typical waistcoat, but now proved... a bit lacking. Once the breeze passed, however, it was tolerable, and she leaned back against the sun-warmed brick of the station wall to wait for Nate.

She hadn’t been there more than a few minutes before he came into view, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket and a smile catching his lips when he saw her.

“Hello, Abigail,” he greeted her warmly, and there was an entire sonnet just in how he said her name. “Apologies if I’m late.”

“Nah,” she assured him with a bashful smile, pushing away from the wall. “Tina shooed me out early ‘cause I was too distracted t’ be any help. Three guesses why.”

“I would like to hope I only need one,” Nate said with a laugh, slipping his hand out of one pocket to reach for hers.

Abigail laced her fingers with his and didn’t even try to hold back her grin. “Yeah, me, too.You know me well.”

His brow furrowed slightly and he pulled her closer. “Are you warm enough? Your hands are chilly.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said, hoping she was right. “It’s just th’ breeze, yeah? While we’re walkin’ shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Alright, I’ll trust your judgment, AJ.” A long smile curved Nate’s lips. “Just let me know if you need help warming up.” His tone was innocent, but there was mischief sparkling in his eyes that had a flush spreading over her face.

“I-I’ll do that,” she squeaked, ducking her head as she scuffed one boot against the sidewalk.

“Sorry, was that too forward?” He gave a quiet, apologetic laugh as they started walking.

“Y’did almost sound like Mason there for a moment,” Abigail teased, then giggled when he grimaced. “I didn’t mind, I’m just still not used to it, yeah?” She tilted her head back so she could meet his eyes, her face still warm. “Havin’ someone who’ll say that sorta thing t’ me.”

“Ah.” Nate smiled and squeezed her hand. “I never mean to make you uncomfortable, AJ.”

“And ya don’t,” she promised. She kicked a pebble and watched it skitter into the street. “Ever. I’m just... still adjustin’.”

“Noted. I shall keep that in mind and ration those statements accordingly,” he said with a chuckle.

“Grand,” she managed around the butterflies in her chest, and they lapsed into a comfortable silence as they walked.

By the time they reached the edge of the woods, sunset was painting the sky in earnest and Abigail was definitely regretting not having a jacket. Another breeze skittered by and sent a shiver dancing up her spine as it tousled her hair, her grip reflexively tightening around Nate’s hand.

“AJ.” He tugged her to a halt, then slipped his hand free of hers so he could shrug off his jacket and hold it out toward her. “You look cold.”

She hesitated, despite the goosebumps prickling up her arms. “Maybe a bit, yeah.”

“Well, then.” He wrapped the jacket around her shoulders.

Abigail bit her lip as she slipped her arms into the sleeves. It was much too big, of course, the sleeves coming practically to her fingertips and the hem to mid-thigh. But it was comfortable, and soft, and warm. And it smelled like him, a realization that was hardly surprising but still had her eyes fluttering briefly closed when it struck.

Nate chuckled and took her hand again, his fingers warm as they wrapped around hers. “Better?”

“Much, thanks.” Abigail looked up to flash a shy smile. “Are you gonna be alright?”

“I’ll manage,” he said with a smile. “I am wearing other layers, after all.”

“Yeah, but...” She instinctively pressed close at another, stronger breeze, even if she was well-ensconced against the chill. “I hate for you t’ be the one payin’ for me gettin’ tricked by the warm mornin’ an’ not grabbin’ a jacket-”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be fine, AJ. I promise.”

In the spirit of fairness, there was really only one answer she could give. “Alright, then.” He’d trusted her on this score, she could return the favor. She still walked close enough for their arms to touch as they resumed course through the woods.

“How was your day?” Nate asked, slipping his free hand into his pocket.

“Oh, fine.” Abigail twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “Work was busy, but nothing excitin’.” She wrinkled her nose. “Lotsa paperwork. That sort of thing...” She let her hand fall, and the jacket sleeve almost completely covered it when it swung at her side. “How ‘bout you?”

“Pretty much the usual,” Nate said with a shrug. “Patrols, paperwork of my own”--he sidestepped closer to her avoiding a branch--”though I did spar with Adam for a bit.”

“Yeah?” Abigail arched a brow in surprise.

“His choice, not mine,” Nate laughed. “Mason and Felix were on patrol at the time and Adam was... not in the mood to wait.”

“And you’d never leave a friend in the lurch,” she finished with a smile.

One he matched. “You know me well. It’s good to keep in practice, even if that’s not my preferred method for settling conflicts.”

“Almost wish I’d been there t’ watch.” The words tumbled out in a mutter before she could catch them at the mental image, and Abigail dropped her gaze to her boots as her face flushed to the ears. That wasn’t s’pposed to be out loud, you great ninny!

Nate laughed and squeezed her hand. “Your presence would have considerably lessened the sting of defeat,” he said lightly.

She couldn’t help a giggle, knowing he didn’t mind terribly that this particular area was not his forte. “Didja use books instead, since I wasn’t there?”

He laughed again, the sound warming her clean down to her toes. “You do know me well, Abigail.”

“That’s not a hard one,” she demurred, before glancing up. “But I hope I do. Know y’well, I mean.” She stumbled a little over a root and had to look down. “I surely want to.” It was almost more frank than she’d meant to be, and she left her gaze on her feet even after steadying herself.

“AJ.” Nate waited until she looked up. “There are few things that would please me more than us getting to know each other even better. As I mentioned, I want to learn everything about you.”

“Terribly unexcitin’ as that experience’ll be,” Abigail said, one side of her mouth tugging in a self-deprecating smirk.

“Oh, I disagree,” Nate countered warmly, and she couldn’t stop the smile that curved her lips, proud that she managed to hold his gaze this time. It did still take a couple tries to make her voice work.

“You’re off to a grand start,” she finally murmured, a soft chuckle following the words. “An’ I wanna learn all about you, too, yeah?” She wrinkled her nose. “Even if there is a good bit more for me t’ get through.”

Something hesitant flickered in Nate’s eyes, but it was gone just as fast, and his laugh was genuine. “All the more reason for us to spend as much time together as possible.” They both tensed as another breeze emphasized the growing evening chill. “Though perhaps somewhere more... sheltered,” he clarified with a smile.

Abigail laughed. “Sounds good t’ me.”

“So, what are your plans for the evening?” Nate asked as they stepped free of the woods and back onto the sidewalk.

“Extremely comfortable clothes an’ losin’ m’self in a book,” she replied promptly, then bit her lip and decided to gamble on asking. “Assumin’ you’re not free to stay for a while...?”

“I truly wish I could,” Nate said with a sigh. He ran his hand through his hair. “But there’s a meeting...”

“It’s fine,” Abigail reassured him, squeezing his hand. “Just figured it couldn’t hurt t’ ask.”

He nodded. “Knowing that’s something you want is... gratifying, even if our schedules don’t allow it,” he agreed. “So, this book. Something new, or an old favorite?”

“Old favorite,” she said, slowing her steps to stretch out the short remaining distance to her building. “With work so busy right now, I don’t have it in me t’ start somethin’ new, yeah?”

Nate laughed softly with a smile that said he knew what she was doing as he checked his stride even further to match hers. “I understand. You just want the comfort of something familiar, especially in your leisure time.”

“You know me well,” Abigail nodded in turn, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand. “There’s so little of it right now,” she added with a rueful chuckle. “Hafta be picky how I spend it.”

“In that case, I’m especially honored by your invitation and regretful I couldn’t accept it,” Nate said as they drew to a stop in from of her building.

“Eh, there’ll be other times,” she said. The breeze whipped loose red curls across her face as she looked up at him. “In theory, at least,” she added wryly, reaching up to try and tame the unkempt locks.

He laughed and their hands brushed as he reached to tuck the windblown hair behind her ear. “Hope does spring eternal.”

Abigail giggled, then bit her lip when his touch lingered against her cheek. “Still wish y’ could stay now,” she murmured, gaze locked with his.

“As do I,” Nate admitted softly.

She wasn’t sure which of them moved first; him leaning down or her pushing up on her toes, but the resulting kiss was wonderfully gentle and soft. Almost chaste. Her hands dug into his t-shirt for balance, and his fingers--carefully--slid into her hair.

His phone beeped in the same moment hers buzzed and they both let out frustrated groans as they broke apart.

“It’s probably a reminder about the meeting,” Nate said, not even bothering to look, his eyes still fixed on hers. “Adam knew of my plans” --he brushed a wayward curl from her forehead again-- “and likely worried I’d wind up distracted.” He traced his thumb along her lower lip and chuckled. “He’s not wrong...”

Abigail’s face warmed and she smiled. “Mine’s prob’ly Tina bein’ a busybody.” She raked a hand into her hair to hold it back from her face. “I’ll check inside.”

He nodded and brushed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Enjoy your book.”

“I will,” she said, even though she wasn’t sure how she’d be able to focus on it now. “Oh, wait!” She grabbed his arm as he started to leave. “Your jacket.” She shrugged it off to hand back, shoulders hunching against the abrupt temperature change. “Thanks again for lettin’ me borrow it.”

She left off how tempting it was to keep; warm and soft and smelling of him.

“You are most welcome,” Nate said as he slipped it back on. “And thank you for remembering.”

“‘Course.” Abigail nodded. “G’night, Nate.”

He smiled fondly. “Goodnight, AJ.” His gaze dropped to her lips and he leaned in for one last quick kiss before he headed off down the street.

Abigail sighed as she watched him go, catching the lingering scent of leather and cologne. The goosebumps prickling up her arms drove her inside before she was truly ready, but at least there was a good book waiting for her.

Even if it felt more than a little like a consolation prize now.

#queens fic #the wayhaven chronicles #abigail jenings #nate sewell #aj/nate #otp: smiling always #twc

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